Joseph Addison

The spacious firmament on high,
With all the blue ethereal sky,
And spangled heavens, a shining frame,
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The spacious firmament on high,
With all the blue ethereal sky,
And spangled heavens, a shining frame,
Their great Original proclaim.
Forever singing, as they shine,
The hand that made us is divine.

The circumstance which gives authors an advantage above all these
great masters, is this, that they can multiply their read more

The circumstance which gives authors an advantage above all these
great masters, is this, that they can multiply their originals;
or rather, can make copies of their works, to what number they
please, which shall be as valuable as the originals themselves.

On you, my lord, with anxious fear I wait,
And from your judgment must expect my fate.

On you, my lord, with anxious fear I wait,
And from your judgment must expect my fate.

Why, a spirit is such a little, little thing, that I have heard
man, who was a great scholar, read more

Why, a spirit is such a little, little thing, that I have heard
man, who was a great scholar, say that he'll dance ye a hornpipe
upon the point of a needle.

Is there not some chosen curse,
Some hidden thunder in the stores of heaven,
Red with uncommon read more

Is there not some chosen curse,
Some hidden thunder in the stores of heaven,
Red with uncommon wrath, to blast the man
Who owes his greatness to his country's ruin?