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Abigal Addison's Works 1721 Æneid æther altered appear arms atque behold blest blood bower bright Cæsar Cato Cato's charms Coach collated Conjurer cou'd Dear death Decius dost thou dreadful Drum e'er Ev'n ev'ry eyes Fantome fate father fear fire flow'ry friends Gard Gaul give Goddess Gods grief hand hast hear heart Heaven honour JOSEPH ADDISON Jove Juba Lady look lov'd Lucia maid Marcia Marcus mighty Miscellany Muse numbers Numidian Nymph o'er Ovid passion Pentheus Phaeton Poems Port Portius Pow'r Prince Prithee quæ rage reissue reprinted rise Roman Rome Rosamond SCENE Semp Sempronius shade shine shou'd sight Sir G Sir Trusty small initial soul Spectator Story streams sword Syph Syphax tears tell Text from Tickell's thee thought thunder Tickell's edn Tinsel underlined Vellum verse view'd virtue Whilst winds word wou'd youth
Página 140 - For, wit lying most in the assemblage of ideas, and putting those together with quickness and variety wherein can be found any resemblance or congruity, thereby to make up pleasant pictures and agreeable visions in the fancy...
Página 209 - Soon as the evening shades prevail The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth...
Página 200 - Though in the paths of death I tread, With gloomy horrors overspread ; My steadfast heart shall fear no ill, For thou, O Lord, art with me still ; Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, And guide me through the dreadful shade Though in a bare and rugged way, Through devious lonely wilds I stray.
Página 199 - Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye : My noon-day walks he shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend.
Página 405 - Here will I hold. If there's a power above us (And that there is, all nature cries aloud Through all her works) he must delight in virtue; And that which he delights in must be happy.
Página 405 - IT must be so — Plato, thou reason'st well ! — Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror, Of falling into nought ? why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? 'Tis the divinity that stirs within us ; 'Tis heaven itself, that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man.
Página 405 - The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and Nature sink in years, But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the war of elements, The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds.
Página 205 - When all Thy mercies, O my God, My rising soul surveys ; Transported with the view, I'm lost In wonder, love and praise : II. O how shall words with equal warmth The gratitude declare, That glows within my ravish'd heart ?— But Thou canst read it there.
Página 210 - What though, in solemn silence, all Move round the dark terrestrial ball ; What though no real voice nor sound Amid their radiant orbs be found; In reason's ear they all rejoice, And utter forth a glorious voice, For ever singing as they shine, The hand that made us is divine.