Joseph Addison ( 10 of 139 )
Is there not some chosen curse, some hidden thunder in the stores of heaven, red with uncommon wrath, to blast 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!
Loveliest of women! heaven is in thy soul,
Beauty and virtue shine forever round thee,
Bright'ning each read more
Loveliest of women! heaven is in thy soul,
Beauty and virtue shine forever round thee,
Bright'ning each other! thou art all divine!
Tradition is an important help to history, but its statements should be carefully scrutinized before we rely on them.
Tradition is an important help to history, but its statements should be carefully scrutinized before we rely on them.
See they suffer death,
But in their deaths remember they are men,
Strain not the laws to read more
See they suffer death,
But in their deaths remember they are men,
Strain not the laws to make their tortures grievous.
There is no pain so great as the memory of joy in present grief.
There is no pain so great as the memory of joy in present grief.
The friendships of the world are oft
Confederacies in vice, or leagues of pleasure;
Ours has severest read more
The friendships of the world are oft
Confederacies in vice, or leagues of pleasure;
Ours has severest virtue for its basis,
And such a friendship ends not but with life.
Eternity! thou pleasing dreadful thought!
Through what variety of untried being,
Through what new scenes and changes read more
Eternity! thou pleasing dreadful thought!
Through what variety of untried being,
Through what new scenes and changes must we pass!
It must be so--Plato, thou reasonest well!--
Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire,
This longing read more
It must be so--Plato, thou reasonest well!--
Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire,
This longing after immortality?
Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror,
O 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.
A thousand trills and quivering sounds
In airy circles o'er us fly,
Till, wafted by a gentle read more
A thousand trills and quivering sounds
In airy circles o'er us fly,
Till, wafted by a gentle breeze,
They faint and languish by degrees,
And at a distance die.
Our real blessings often appear to us in the shape of pains, losses and disappointments; but let us have patience read more
Our real blessings often appear to us in the shape of pains, losses and disappointments; but let us have patience and we soon shall see them in their proper figures.
