The Works of Joseph Addison: Dialogues on medals. Travels. Essays on Virgil's Georgics. Discourse on ancient and modern learning. Of the Christian religion. Letters. Political writingsPutnam, 1854 |
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... beautiful ' Dialogues on the usefulness of ancient medals ; ' perhaps the most perfect , certainly the most graceful examples in our language of this form of composition . Dr. Johnson's assertion , -whose scanty acquaintance with French ...
... beautiful ' Dialogues on the usefulness of ancient medals ; ' perhaps the most perfect , certainly the most graceful examples in our language of this form of composition . Dr. Johnson's assertion , -whose scanty acquaintance with French ...
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... beautiful in the eye of an antiquary , and preserve a coin better than the best artificial varnish . As for other kinds , a skilful medallist knows very well how to deal with them . He will recover you a temple or a triumphal arch out ...
... beautiful in the eye of an antiquary , and preserve a coin better than the best artificial varnish . As for other kinds , a skilful medallist knows very well how to deal with them . He will recover you a temple or a triumphal arch out ...
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... beautiful statues extant , make their ap- pearance all of them on ancient medals , though the figures that represent them were never thought to be the copies of statues till the statues themselves were discovered . There is no question ...
... beautiful statues extant , make their ap- pearance all of them on ancient medals , though the figures that represent them were never thought to be the copies of statues till the statues themselves were discovered . There is no question ...
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... beautiful similitude is , I think , the prettiest emblem in the world of Hope and Fear in extremity . A flower or blossom that you see in the right hand is a proper ornament for Hope , since they are these that we term , in poetical ...
... beautiful similitude is , I think , the prettiest emblem in the world of Hope and Fear in extremity . A flower or blossom that you see in the right hand is a proper ornament for Hope , since they are these that we term , in poetical ...
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... Latin poets . I do not question but you have seen , in the Duke of Florence's gallery , a beautiful antique figure of a woman standing before an altar , " Fig . 11 . which some of the antiquarians call a Piety , and 40 ON MEDALS .
... Latin poets . I do not question but you have seen , in the Duke of Florence's gallery , a beautiful antique figure of a woman standing before an altar , " Fig . 11 . which some of the antiquarians call a Piety , and 40 ON MEDALS .
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Addison Æneid ancient antiquities Antoninus Pius appear beautiful believe Cæsar canton of Berne Christianity church Claudian CREECH DRYDEN Duke emperor fancy figure French Geneva Genoa Georgic give hand head heathen honour inhabitants inscription Irenæus Italian Italy Julius Cæsar kind king lake Latin learned letter lived look Lord Lord Halifax Lordship marble Marcus Aurelius medals mentioned Mevania miracles modern mountains Naples nature noble observe occasion old coins old Roman Ovid Pagan palace particular passage persons piece pillars poem poets pope present prince probably quæ reason religion represented republic rise river rocks Rome S.C. Reverse Saviour Saviour's history says Cynthio says Eugenius says Philander seen side Silius Italicus SIR-I stands Statius statues Stepney suppose tell temple thing thought Tiberius tion town Trajan verse VIRG Virgil whole writings
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Seite 4 - Th' inscription value, but the rust adore : This, the blue varnish, that, the green endears, The sacred rust of twice ten hundred years.
Seite 37 - Helpless, tho' fresh, and wanting to be led. The green stem grows in stature, and in size, But only feeds with hope the farmer's eyes; Then laughs the childish year with flowrets crown'd, And lavishly perfumes the fields around, But no substantial nourishment receives; Infirm the stalks, unsolid are the leaves. Proceeding onward whence the year began, The Summer grows adult, and ripens into Man. This season, as in men, is most repleat With kindly moisture, and prolifick heat.
Seite 38 - JUSTUM et tenacem propositi virum Non civium ardor prava jubentium, Non vultus instantis tyranni Mente quatit solida, neque Auster, Dux inquieti turbidus Adriae, 5 Nee fulminantis magna manus Jovis : Si fractus illabatur orbis, * Impavidum ferient ruinae.
Seite 63 - twixt Rage and Scorn, From my maim'd Front he tore the stubborn Horn : This, heap'd with Flowers and Fruits, the Naiads bear. Sacred to Plenty, and the bounteous Year.
Seite 3 - Some felt the silent stroke of mouldering age, Some hostile fury, some religious rage : Barbarian blindness, Christian zeal conspire, And Papal piety, and Gothic fire.
Seite 105 - For they that led us away captive, required of us then a song, and melody in our heaviness : Sing us one of the songs of Sion. 4 How shall we sing the LORD'S song in a strange land?
Seite 614 - I shall make it my endeavour to preserve this government, both in church and state, as it is now by law established.
Seite 454 - The king has humored the genius of the place, and only made use of so much art as is necessary to help and regulate nature without reforming her too much.
Seite 377 - Doric dialect; nor can the majesty of a heroic poem any-where appear so well as in this language, which has a natural greatness in it, and can be often rendered more deep and sonorous by the pronunciation of the lonians. But, in the middle style, where the writers in both tongues are on a level, we see how far Virgil has excelled all who have written in the same way with him. There has been abundance of criticism spent on Virgil's Pastorals...
Seite 272 - And sweeping oars, with struggling, urge their way. The Trojan, from the main, beheld a wood, Which thick with shades and a brown horror stood : Betwixt the trees the Tiber took his course, With whirlpools dimpled; and with downward force, That drove the sand along, he took his way, And roll'd his yellow billows to the sea. About him, and above, and round the wood, The birds that haunt the borders of his flood, That bath'd within, or basked upon his side, To tuneful songs their narrow throats applied....