The Poetical Works of Joseph Addison: With the Life of the Author..

At the Apollo Press, by the Martins., 1778 - 228 pages

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Page 31 - There taught us how to live; and (oh! too high The price for knowledge) taught us how to die.
Page xxvii - Proud names, who once the reins of empire held ; In arms who triumph'd ; or in arts excell'd ; Chiefs, grac'd with scars, and prodigal of blood ; Stern patriots, who for sacred freedom stood ; Just men, by whom impartial laws were given ; And saints, who taught and led the way to heaven...
Page 58 - Thy favourites grow not up by Fortune's sport, Or from the crimes or follies of a court : On the firm basis of desert they rise, From long-tried faith, and friendship's holy ties.
Page 88 - I've already troubled you too long, Nor dare attempt a more advent'rous song. My humble verse demands a softer theme, A painted mea,dow, or a purling stream ; Unfit for heroes; whom immortal lays, And lines like Virgil's, or like yours, should praise.
Page xxvii - May shame afflict this alienated heart ; Of thee forgetful if I form a song, My lyre be broken, and untun'd my tongue; My grief be doubled, from thy image free; And mirth a torment, unchastis'd by thee.
Page 86 - Heaven and Earth impart, The smiles of Nature, and the charms of Art; While proud Oppression in her valleys reigns, And Tyranny usurps her...
Page xviii - The numerous and violent claps of the whig party on the one side of the theatre, were echoed back by the tories on the other; while the author sweated behind the scenes with concern to find their applause proceeding more from the hand than the head.
Page 30 - Does he delight to hear bold seraphs tell How Michael battled, and the dragon fell ; Or, mix'd with milder cherubim, to glow In hymns of love not ill essay 'd below ? Or dost thou warn poor mortals left behind ? A task well suited to thy gentle mind.
Page 187 - His friends dissuade th' audacious wretch in vain; In vain his grandsire urg'd him to give o'er His impious threats ; the wretch but raves the more. So have I...
Page 167 - The pointed jav'lin warded off his rage : Mad with his pains, and furious to engage, The serpent champs the steel, and bites the spear, Till blood and venom all the point besmear.

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