The Works of Joseph Addison Complete in Three Volumes Embracing the Whole of the "Spectator," &c, Volum 2Harper & brothers, 1864 |
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Side 3
... poem . Having in the first and second books re- presented the infernal world with all its horrors , the thread of his fable naturally leads him into the opposite regions of bliss and glory . If Milton's majesty forsakes him any where ...
... poem . Having in the first and second books re- presented the infernal world with all its horrors , the thread of his fable naturally leads him into the opposite regions of bliss and glory . If Milton's majesty forsakes him any where ...
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... poem , which are of the same shadowy | prising accidents , are nevertheless probable when we are told , that they were the gods who thus transformed them . It is this kind of machinery which fills the poems both of Homer and Virgil with ...
... poem , which are of the same shadowy | prising accidents , are nevertheless probable when we are told , that they were the gods who thus transformed them . It is this kind of machinery which fills the poems both of Homer and Virgil with ...
Side 5
... poem . The same observation might be which led into the creation , and is described applied to that beautiful digression upon as the opening through which the angels hypocrisy in the same book . pass to and fro into the lower world ...
... poem . The same observation might be which led into the creation , and is described applied to that beautiful digression upon as the opening through which the angels hypocrisy in the same book . pass to and fro into the lower world ...
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... poem's finely writ ; It must affect and captivate the soul . - Roscommon . THOSE Who know how many volumes have been written on the poems of Homer and Virgil will easily pardon the length of my discourse upon Milton . The Paradise Lost ...
... poem's finely writ ; It must affect and captivate the soul . - Roscommon . THOSE Who know how many volumes have been written on the poems of Homer and Virgil will easily pardon the length of my discourse upon Milton . The Paradise Lost ...
Side 13
... poem . ' O thou , that with surpassing glory crown'd , Look'st from thy sole dominion like the god Of this new world ; at whose sight all the stars Hide their diminish'd heads ; to thee I call , But with no friendly voice ; and add thy ...
... poem . ' O thou , that with surpassing glory crown'd , Look'st from thy sole dominion like the god Of this new world ; at whose sight all the stars Hide their diminish'd heads ; to thee I call , But with no friendly voice ; and add thy ...
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Side 179 - The 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.
Side 317 - tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream; ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause: there's the respect...
Side 425 - 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.
Side 316 - Farewell ! a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man : to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him . The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, And, — when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Side 210 - Remove far from me vanity and lies: give me neither poverty nor riches ; feed me with food convenient for me: lest I be full, and deny thee, and say, Who is the Lord? or lest I be poor, and steal, and take the name of my God in vain.
Side 72 - Oh, why did God, Creator wise, that peopled highest Heaven With Spirits masculine, create at last * This novelty on Earth, this fair defect Of Nature, and not fill the World at once With men, as Angels, without feminine; Or find some other way to generate Mankind?
Side 68 - And I looked, and behold a pale horse : and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him. And power was given unto them over the fourth part of the earth, to kill with sword, and with hunger, and with death, and with the beasts of the earth.
Side 52 - Yet when I approach Her loveliness, so absolute she seems And in herself complete, so well to know Her own, that what she wills to do or say, Seems wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best.
Side 14 - Two of far nobler shape, erect and tall, Godlike erect, with native honour clad, In naked majesty seem'd lords of all : And worthy seem'd ; for in their looks divine The image of their glorious Maker shone, Truth, wisdom, sanctitude severe and pure (Severe, but in true filial freedom placed), Whence true authority in men...
Side 77 - With what to sight or smell was sweet, from thee How shall I part, and whither wander down Into a lower world, to this obscure And wild ? how shall we breathe in other air Less pure, accustom'd to immortal fruits?