The Miscellaneous Works of Joseph Addison, Volume 1D. A. Talboys, 1840 - Medals, Ancient |
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Page 30
... whilst frying gums Cast round a fragrant mist of spicy fumes . Thus kindly tempt the famish'd swarm to eat , And gently reconcile them to their meat . Mix juice of galls and wine , that grow in time Condens'd by fire , and thicken to a ...
... whilst frying gums Cast round a fragrant mist of spicy fumes . Thus kindly tempt the famish'd swarm to eat , And gently reconcile them to their meat . Mix juice of galls and wine , that grow in time Condens'd by fire , and thicken to a ...
Page 35
... Whilst all , with voice and strings prepar'd , Keep up the loud harmonious song . And imitate the blest above , In joy , and harmony , and love . AN ACCOUNT OF THE GREATEST ENGLISH POETS . TO MR ST . CECILIA'S DAY . 35.
... Whilst all , with voice and strings prepar'd , Keep up the loud harmonious song . And imitate the blest above , In joy , and harmony , and love . AN ACCOUNT OF THE GREATEST ENGLISH POETS . TO MR ST . CECILIA'S DAY . 35.
Page 38
... Whilst jointly all promote the common blaze . Pardon , great poet , that I dare to name Th ' unnumber'd beauties of thy verse with blame ; Thy fault is only wit in its excess , But wit like thine in any shape will please . What muse but ...
... Whilst jointly all promote the common blaze . Pardon , great poet , that I dare to name Th ' unnumber'd beauties of thy verse with blame ; Thy fault is only wit in its excess , But wit like thine in any shape will please . What muse but ...
Page 55
... whilst he fled The raging Cyclops , left me here behind Disconsolate , forlorn ; within the cave He left me , giant Polypheme's dark cave ; A dungeon wide and horrible , the walls On all sides furr'd with mouldy damps , and hung With ...
... whilst he fled The raging Cyclops , left me here behind Disconsolate , forlorn ; within the cave He left me , giant Polypheme's dark cave ; A dungeon wide and horrible , the walls On all sides furr'd with mouldy damps , and hung With ...
Page 64
... whilst anger and disdain Fire every breast , and boil in every vein : Here shatter'd walls , like broken rocks , from far Rise up in hideous views , the guilt of war , Whilst here the vine o'er hills of ruin climbs , Industrious to ...
... whilst anger and disdain Fire every breast , and boil in every vein : Here shatter'd walls , like broken rocks , from far Rise up in hideous views , the guilt of war , Whilst here the vine o'er hills of ruin climbs , Industrious to ...
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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
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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.