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Abigal acts Addison's Works 1721 altered appear arms bear beauties behold blood bright Cato charms course death earth Enter ev'ry eyes face fair fall fate father fear fields fire force friends give Goddess Gods grief grow hand head hear heart Heaven Italy Jove Juba Lady light lines live look lost Lucia maid Marcia mighty Miscellany Muse nature never night Nymph o'er once pain pleasure Poems Poet Portius rage reprinted rest rise round says SCENE seas secret shade shining side sight Sir G soul sound speak stand stood story streams tears tell thee thing thou thought thousand thunder Tickell's edn Tiresias turn verse virtue voice Whilst whole winds woods wou'd young youth
Page 142 - For, wit lying most in the assemblage of ideas, and putting those together with quickness and variety wherein can be found any resemblance or congruity, thereby to make up pleasant pictures and agreeable visions in the fancy...
Page 211 - Soon as the evening shades prevail The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth...
Page 202 - Though in the paths of death I tread, With gloomy horrors overspread ; My steadfast heart shall fear no ill, For thou, O Lord, art with me still ; Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, And guide me through the dreadful shade Though in a bare and rugged way, Through devious lonely wilds I stray.
Page 201 - Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye : My noon-day walks he shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend.
Page 407 - Here will I hold. If there's a power above us (And that there is, all nature cries aloud Through all her works) he must delight in virtue; And that which he delights in must be happy.
Page 407 - IT must be so — Plato, thou reason'st well ! — Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror, Of falling into nought ? why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? 'Tis the divinity that stirs within us ; 'Tis heaven itself, that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man.
Page 407 - The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and Nature sink in years, But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the war of elements, The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds.
Page 207 - When all Thy mercies, O my God, My rising soul surveys ; Transported with the view, I'm lost In wonder, love and praise : II. O how shall words with equal warmth The gratitude declare, That glows within my ravish'd heart ?— But Thou canst read it there.
Page 212 - What though, in solemn silence, all Move round the dark terrestrial ball ; What though no real voice nor sound Amid their radiant orbs be found; In reason's ear they all rejoice, And utter forth a glorious voice, For ever singing as they shine, The hand that made us is divine.