The Miscellaneous Works of Joseph Addison, Volum 1D. A. Talboys, 1840 |
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Pàgina 48
... lost : Here pleasing airs my ravish'd soul confound With circling notes and labyrinths of sound ; Here domes and temples rise in distant views , And opening palaces invite my muse . How has kind heaven adorn'd the happy land , And ...
... lost : Here pleasing airs my ravish'd soul confound With circling notes and labyrinths of sound ; Here domes and temples rise in distant views , And opening palaces invite my muse . How has kind heaven adorn'd the happy land , And ...
Pàgina 53
... LOST in the gloomy horror of the night We struck upon the coast where Ætna lies , Horrid and waste , its entrails fraught with fire , That now casts out dark fumes and pitchy clouds , Vast showers of ashes hov'ring in the smoke ; Now ...
... LOST in the gloomy horror of the night We struck upon the coast where Ætna lies , Horrid and waste , its entrails fraught with fire , That now casts out dark fumes and pitchy clouds , Vast showers of ashes hov'ring in the smoke ; Now ...
Pàgina 62
... lost , And factions strive who shall applaud them most . Soon as soft vernal breezes warm the sky , Britannia's colours in the zephyrs fly ; Her chief already has his march begun , Crossing the provinces himself had won , Till the ...
... lost , And factions strive who shall applaud them most . Soon as soft vernal breezes warm the sky , Britannia's colours in the zephyrs fly ; Her chief already has his march begun , Crossing the provinces himself had won , Till the ...
Pàgina 65
... hosts engage ; The battle kindled into tenfold rage With show'rs of bullets , and with storms of fire , Burns in full fury ; heaps on heaps expire , Nations with nations mix'd confus'dly die , And lost in G 3 THE CAMPAIGN . 65 $ 9.
... hosts engage ; The battle kindled into tenfold rage With show'rs of bullets , and with storms of fire , Burns in full fury ; heaps on heaps expire , Nations with nations mix'd confus'dly die , And lost in G 3 THE CAMPAIGN . 65 $ 9.
Pàgina 66
Joseph Addison. Nations with nations mix'd confus'dly die , And lost in one promiscuous carnage lie . How many gen'rous Britons meet their doom , New to the field , and heroes in the bloom ! Th ' illustrious youths , that left their ...
Joseph Addison. Nations with nations mix'd confus'dly die , And lost in one promiscuous carnage lie . How many gen'rous Britons meet their doom , New to the field , and heroes in the bloom ! Th ' illustrious youths , that left their ...
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Frases i termes més freqüents
Addison Æneid æther amidst appear arms atque beauties bees behold blood breast bright Britannia's British Cadmus chariot charms circum cloth lettered cries CYCNUS death divine earth Edition English ev'ry eyes Fain fate fcap fear fields fight fire fix'd flames flow'ry foolscap foolscap 8vo fury Gaul Georgic give goddess Godfrey Kneller gods grace Greek Greek Language heat heaven hero Hesiod hive honour immortal J. C. LOUDON JOHN FAREY join'd Jove kindled labours Latin light limbs look lord lord Halifax maid Metamorphoses mighty moral mountains muse nature neighb'ring numbers nunc nymph o'er Ovid Ovid's Metamorphoses Pentheus Phaeton pleas'd poem poet poetry praise Quæ rage rais'd reader rise round shade shining shore sight skies sound steeds stood story streams tell thee thou thought thunder Tiresias toils tow'ring trembling turns verse view'd Virgil voice Whilst whole winds woods youth
Passatges populars
Pàgina xii - He might well rejoice at the death of that which he could not have killed. Every reader of every party, since personal malice is past and the papers which once inflamed the nation are read only as effusions of wit, must wish for more of the Whig Examiners ; for on no occasion was the genius of Addison more vigorously exerted, and on none did the superiority of his powers more evidently appear.
Pàgina 46 - For wheresoe'er I turn my ravish'd eyes, gay gilded scenes and shining prospects rise, poetic fields encompass me around, and still I seem to tread on classic ground; for here the Muse so oft her harp has strung, that not a mountain rears its head unsung, renown'd in verse each shady thicket grows, and every stream in heavenly numbers flows.
Pàgina 37 - I'll try to make their several beauties known, And show their verses worth tho' not my own. .Long had our dull forefathers slept supine, Nor felt the raptures of the tuneful Nine, Till Chaucer first, a merry bard, arose, And many a story told in rhyme and prose. But age has rusted what the poet writ, Worn out his language, and obscured his wit; In vain he jests in his unpolished strain, And tries to make his readers laugh in vain.