The Works of the Right Honourable Joseph Addison: With the Exception of His Numbers of the Spectator, 第 5-6 卷

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W. Durell & Company, 1811
 

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第 152 頁 - Whosoever . therefore shall confess Me before men, him will I confess also before My Father which is in heaven. But whosoever shall deny Me before men, him will I also deny before My Father which is in heaven.
第 86 頁 - 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...
第 181 頁 - ... there is all Nature cries aloud Through all her works). He must delight in virtue ; And that which He delights in must be happy. But when ? or where ? This world was made for Caesar — I'm weary of conjectures — this must end them.
第 239 頁 - Inspired repulsed battalions to engage, And taught the doubtful battle where to rage. So when an angel by divine command With rising tempests shakes a guilty land, Such as of late o'er pale Britannia...
第 213 頁 - 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...
第 293 頁 - The man resolv'd and steady to his trust, Inflexible to ill, and obstinately just, May the rude rabble's insolence despise, Their senseless clamours, and tumultuous cries : The tyrant's fierceness he beguiles, And the stern brow, and the harsh voice defies, And with superior greatness smiles.
第 116 頁 - Tis not in mortals to command success, But we'll do more, Sempronius; we'll deserve it.
第 221 頁 - With all the gifts that heav'n and earth impart, The smiles of nature, and the charms of art, While proud oppression in her valleys reigns, And tyranny usurps her happy plains...
第 135 頁 - Would he save Cato, bid him spare his country. Tell your dictator this: and tell him, Cato Disdains a life which he has power to offer.
第 208 頁 - Messiah's outspread banner shines, How does the chariot rattle in his lines! What sounds of brazen wheels, what thunder, scare, And stun the reader with the din of war! With fear my spirits and my blood retire, To see the seraphs sunk in clouds of fire; But when, with eager steps, from hence I rise, And view the first gay scenes of Paradise, What tongue, what words of rapture, can express A vision so profuse of pleasantness!

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