Joseph Addison ( 10 of 139 )
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 honors of this world, what are they but puff, and emptiness,
and peril of falling?
The honors of this world, what are they but puff, and emptiness,
and peril of falling?
There is no greater sign of a general decay of virtue in a
nation, than a want of zeal read more
There is no greater sign of a general decay of virtue in a
nation, than a want of zeal in its inhabitants for the good of
their country.
If men would consider not so much where they differ, as wherein they agree, there would be far less of read more
If men would consider not so much where they differ, as wherein they agree, there would be far less of uncharitableness and angry feeling in the world.
The friendships of the world are oft confederacies in vice, or leagues of pleasures.
The friendships of the world are oft confederacies in vice, or leagues of pleasures.
O Dormer, how can I behold thy fate,
And not the wonders of thy youth relate;
How read more
O Dormer, how can I behold thy fate,
And not the wonders of thy youth relate;
How can I see the gay, the brave, the young,
Fall in the cloud of war, and lie unsung!
In joys of conquest he resigns his breath,
And, filled with England's glory, smiles in death.
When all thy mercies, O my God,
My rising soul surveys,
Transported with the view I'm lost,
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When all thy mercies, O my God,
My rising soul surveys,
Transported with the view I'm lost,
In wonder, love and praise.
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.
No oppression is so heavy or lasting as that which is inflicted by the perversion and exorbitance of legal authority.
No oppression is so heavy or lasting as that which is inflicted by the perversion and exorbitance of legal authority.
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?
