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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... pleased them more than those which had passed through the hands of an old Roman clipper . I have read an author of this taste , that compares a ragged coin to a tattered colours . But to come again to our subject . As we find on medals ...
... pleased them more than those which had passed through the hands of an old Roman clipper . I have read an author of this taste , that compares a ragged coin to a tattered colours . But to come again to our subject . As we find on medals ...
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... pleased with the novelty of a Certainly , because his expressions and descriptions are more pointed and peculiar , in which the essence of poetry consists . The style of Lucan , is not the style of poetry , but of declamation . It was ...
... pleased with the novelty of a Certainly , because his expressions and descriptions are more pointed and peculiar , in which the essence of poetry consists . The style of Lucan , is not the style of poetry , but of declamation . It was ...
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... pleased , could have been as witty as their posterity . But I am of opinion , they industriously avoided it on their coins , that they might not give us occasion to suspect their sincerity . Had they run into mirth or satire , we should ...
... pleased , could have been as witty as their posterity . But I am of opinion , they industriously avoided it on their coins , that they might not give us occasion to suspect their sincerity . Had they run into mirth or satire , we should ...
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... pleased with Philander's discourse , were glad , however , to find it at an end : for the sun began to gather strength upon them , and had pierced the shelter of their walks in several places . Philander had no sooner done talking , but ...
... pleased with Philander's discourse , were glad , however , to find it at an end : for the sun began to gather strength upon them , and had pierced the shelter of their walks in several places . Philander had no sooner done talking , but ...
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... pleased with it . Pantalone is generally an old cully , and Coviello a sharper . I have seen a translation of the Cid , acted at Bolonia , which would never have taken , had they not found a place in it for these buffoons . All four of ...
... pleased with it . Pantalone is generally an old cully , and Coviello a sharper . I have seen a translation of the Cid , acted at Bolonia , which would never have taken , had they not found a place in it for these buffoons . All four of ...
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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....