The Miscellaneous Works of Joseph Addison, Volume 1D. A. Talboys, 1840 - Medals, Ancient |
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Page 127
... on him , and with wond'ring eyes Beholds the new majestic figure rise , His glowing features , and celestial light , And all the god discover'd to her sight . OVID'S METAMORPHOSES . BOOK III . THE STORY OF CADMUS EUROPA'S RAPE . 127.
... on him , and with wond'ring eyes Beholds the new majestic figure rise , His glowing features , and celestial light , And all the god discover'd to her sight . OVID'S METAMORPHOSES . BOOK III . THE STORY OF CADMUS EUROPA'S RAPE . 127.
Page 128
Joseph Addison. OVID'S METAMORPHOSES . BOOK III . THE STORY OF CADMUS . WHEN now Agenor had his daughter lost , He sent his son to search on every coast ; And sternly bid him to his arms restore The darling maid , or see his face no more ...
Joseph Addison. OVID'S METAMORPHOSES . BOOK III . THE STORY OF CADMUS . WHEN now Agenor had his daughter lost , He sent his son to search on every coast ; And sternly bid him to his arms restore The darling maid , or see his face no more ...
Page 129
... Cadmus salutes the soil , and gladly hails The new - found mountains , and the nameless vales , And thanks the gods , and turns about his eye To see his new dominions round him lie ; Then sends his servants to a neighb'ring grove For ...
... Cadmus salutes the soil , and gladly hails The new - found mountains , and the nameless vales , And thanks the gods , and turns about his eye To see his new dominions round him lie ; Then sends his servants to a neighb'ring grove For ...
Page 130
... , and fill'd with cares , To search the woods the impatient chief prepares . A lion's hide around his loins he wore , The well - pois'd jav'lin to the field he bore , Inur'd to blood ; the far - destroying dart , 130 THE STORY OF CADMUS .
... , and fill'd with cares , To search the woods the impatient chief prepares . A lion's hide around his loins he wore , The well - pois'd jav'lin to the field he bore , Inur'd to blood ; the far - destroying dart , 130 THE STORY OF CADMUS .
Page 131
... Cadmus will revenge , or share their fate . " Then heav'd a stone , and rising to the throw , He sent it in a whirlwind at the foe ; A tower , assaulted by so rude a stroke , With all its lofty battlements had shook ; But nothing here ...
... Cadmus will revenge , or share their fate . " Then heav'd a stone , and rising to the throw , He sent it in a whirlwind at the foe ; A tower , assaulted by so rude a stroke , With all its lofty battlements had shook ; But nothing here ...
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Addison advanc'd 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'n 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 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
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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.