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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... POETS . -Quoniam hæc ratio plerumque videtur Tristior esse , quibus non est tractata , retroque Volgus abhorret ab hac : volui tibi suaviloquenti Carmine Pierio ratione : n exponere nostram , Et quasi museo du'ci contingere melle , Si ...
... POETS . -Quoniam hæc ratio plerumque videtur Tristior esse , quibus non est tractata , retroque Volgus abhorret ab hac : volui tibi suaviloquenti Carmine Pierio ratione : n exponere nostram , Et quasi museo du'ci contingere melle , Si ...
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... poets , by which , in return , he frequently explained the signification of medals . Several examples of this application of his read- ing occur in his Travels . " The two first of these dialogues are much more thickly interspersed than ...
... poets , by which , in return , he frequently explained the signification of medals . Several examples of this application of his read- ing occur in his Travels . " The two first of these dialogues are much more thickly interspersed than ...
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... poets , and of several who had won the prizes at the Olympic games . It was a noble time , says Cynthio , when trips ... poet himself . But by this time , I suppose , you have drawn up all your medallic people , and , indeed , they make ...
... poets , and of several who had won the prizes at the Olympic games . It was a noble time , says Cynthio , when trips ... poet himself . But by this time , I suppose , you have drawn up all your medallic people , and , indeed , they make ...
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... poet often serves to unriddle a reverse . I could be longer on this head , but I fear I have already tired you . Nay ... poets . I must only warn you , that you do not charge your coins with more uses than they can bear . It is generally ...
... poet often serves to unriddle a reverse . I could be longer on this head , but I fear I have already tired you . Nay ... poets . I must only warn you , that you do not charge your coins with more uses than they can bear . It is generally ...
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... poets step in to the assistance of the medallist , when they give us the same thought in words as the masters of the Roman mint have done in figures . A man may see a metaphor or an allegory in a picture , as well as read them in a ...
... poets step in to the assistance of the medallist , when they give us the same thought in words as the masters of the Roman mint have done in figures . A man may see a metaphor or an allegory in a picture , as well as read them in a ...
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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....