Joseph Addison

The dawn is overcast, the morning lowers,
And heavily in clouds brings on the day,
The great, read more

The dawn is overcast, the morning lowers,
And heavily in clouds brings on the day,
The great, the important day, big with the fate
Of Cato, and of Rome.

What means this heaviness that hangs upon me?
This lethargy that creeps through all my senses?
Nature, read more

What means this heaviness that hangs upon me?
This lethargy that creeps through all my senses?
Nature, oppress'd and harrass'd out with care,
Sinks down to rest.

The wrecks of matter, and the crush of worlds.

The wrecks of matter, and the crush of worlds.

For whereso'er I turn my ravished eyes,
Gay gilded scenes and shining prospects rise;
Poetic fields encompass read more

For whereso'er I turn my ravished eyes,
Gay gilded scenes and shining prospects rise;
Poetic fields encompass me around,
And still I seem to tread on classic ground.

Mysterious love, uncertain treasure,
Hast thou more of pain or pleasure!
. . . .
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Mysterious love, uncertain treasure,
Hast thou more of pain or pleasure!
. . . .
Endless torments dwell above thee:
Yet who would live, and live without thee!