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A Poem To His Majesty, Presented To The Lord Keeper To The Right Hon Sir John Somers, Lord Keeper

If yet your thoughts are loose from state affairs,

Nor feel the burden of a kingdom's cares;

If yet your time and actions are your own;

Receive the present of a Muse unknown:

A Muse that, in adventurous numbers, sings

The rout of armies, and the fall of kings,

Britain advanc'd, and Europe's peace restor'd,

By Somers' counsels, and by Nassau's sword.

Joseph Addison

On The Lady Manchester

While haughty Gallia's dames, that pread

O'er their pale cheeks, an artful red,

Beheld this beauteous stranger there

In native charms, divinely fair;

Confusion in their looks they show'd;

And with unborrow'd blushes glow'd.

Joseph Addison

Immortality

O Liberty! thou goddess, heavenly bright,

profuse of bliss and pregnant with delight,

Eternal pleasures in thy presence reign,

And smiling Plenty leads thy smiling train.

Eased of her load Subjection grows more light,

And Poverty looks cheerful in thy sight.

Giv'st beauty to the sun and pleasures to the day.

thee, goddess, thee, Britannia's isle adores!

Joseph Addison

To Mr Dryden

How long, great poet, shall thy sacred lays

Provoke our wonder, and transcend our praise!

Can neither injuries of time, or age,

Damp thy poetic heat, and quench thy rage?

No so thy Ovid in his exile wrote,

Grief chill'd his breast,and check'd his rising thought:

Pensive and sad, his drooping muse betrays

The Roman genius in its last decays.

Joseph Addison

How Are Thy Servants Blest, O Lord!

How are Thy servants blest, O Lord!

How sure is their defense!

Eternal wisdom is their guide,

Their help Omnipotence.

In foreign realms, and lands remote,

Supported by Thy care,

Through burning climes they pass unhurt,

And breathe in tainted air.

Joseph Addison

When all Thy Mercies, O My God

When all Thy mercies, O my God,

My rising soul surveys,

Transported with the view, I’m lost

In wonder, love and praise.

Thy Providence my life sustained,

And all my wants redressed,

While in the silent womb I lay,

And hung upon the breast.

Joseph Addison

When Rising from The Bed of Death

When rising from the bed of death,

O’erwhelmed with guilt and fear,

I see my Maker face to face,

O how shall I appear?

If yet, while pardon may be found,

And mercy may be sought,

My heart with inward horror shrinks,

And trembles at the thought;

Joseph Addison

Prologue To Steele's Tender Husband

In the first rise and infancy of farce,

When fools were many, and when plays were scarce

The raw unpractis'd authors could, with ease,

A young and unexperienc'd audience please:

No single character had e'er been shown,

But the whole herd of fops was all their own;

Rich in originals, they set to view,

In every piece, a coxcomb that was new.

Joseph Addison

An Account Of The Greatest English Poets

Since, dearest Harry, you will needs request

A short account of all the Muse possest,

That, down from Chaucer's days to Dryden's Times,

Have spent their Noble Rage in British Rhimes;

Without more Preface, wrote in Formal length,

To speak the Undertakers want of strength,

I'll try to make they're sev'ral Beauties known,

And show their Verses worth, tho' not my Own.

Joseph Addison

Hymn

THE spacious firmament on high,

With all the blue ethereal sky,

And spangled heavens, a shining frame,

Their great Original proclaim.

Th' unwearied Sun from day to day

Does his Creator's power display;

Joseph Addison

"The Spacious Firmament"

The Spacious Firmament on high,

With all the blue Ethereal Sky,

And spangled Heav'ns, a Shining Frame,

Their great Original proclaim:

Th' unwearied Sun, from day to day,

Does his Creator's Pow'r display,

And publishes to every Land

The Work of an Almighty Hand.

Joseph Addison

An Ode For St Cecilia's Day

Prepare the hallow'd strain, My Muse,

Thy softest sounds and sweetest numbrs chuse;

the bright Cecilia's praise rehearse,

In warbling words,a nd glittering verse,

that smootly run into a song,

and gently die away,and melt upon the tongue.

II.

Joseph Addison