The Miscellaneous Works of Joseph Addison, 第 4 巻

D. A. Talboys, 1830


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95 ページ - Within a long recess there lies a bay : An island shades it from the rolling sea, And forms a port secure for ships to ride : Broke by the jutting land on either side, In double streams the briny waters glide, Betwixt two rows of rocks : a sylvan scene Appears above, and groves for ever green : A grot is form'd beneath, with mossy seats, To rest the Nereids, and exclude the heats.
122 ページ - Sirens' cliffs, a shelfy coast, Long infamous for ships and sailors lost, And white with bones. Th' impetuous ocean roars, And rocks rebellow from the sounding shores.
154 ページ - The Palatine, proud Rome's imperial seat, (An awful pile !) stands venerably great : Thither the kingdoms and the nations come, In supplicating crowds to learn their doom ; To Delphi less th...
75 ページ - It was indeed the most proper place in the world for a fury to make her exit, after she had filled a nation with distractions and alarms ; and I believe every reader's imagination is pleased when he sees the angry goddess thus sinking, as it were, in a tempest, and plunging herself into hell, amidst such a scene of horror and confusion.
127 ページ - Bajan mole, Rais'd on the seas, the surges to control — At once comes tumbling down the rocky wall; Prone to the deep, the stones disjointed fall Of the vast pile; the scatter'd ocean...
128 ページ - Typhoeus, thrown beneath, by Jove's command, Astonish'd at the flaw that shakes the land, Soon shifts his weary side, and, scarce awake, With wonder feels the weight press lighter on his back.
135 ページ - And rolled his yellow billows to the sea. About him, and above, and round the wood, The birds that haunt the borders of his flood, That bathed within, or basked upon his side, To tuneful songs their narrow throats applied.
35 ページ - He had no sooner done speaking, but behold a miracle ! The fish, as though they had been endued with reason, bowed down their heads with all the marks of a profound humility and devotion, moving their bodies up and down with a kind of fondness, as approving what had been spoken by the blessed father St. Antonio.
132 ページ - From land a gentle breeze arose by night, Serenely shone the stars, the moon was bright, And the sea trembled with her silver light. Now near the shelves of Circe's shores they run, (Circe the rich, the daughter of the Sun,) A dangerous coast ! — The goddess wastes her days In joyous songs ; the rocks resound her lays.