Joseph Addison Poems
- Ode The spacious firmament on high, With all the blue ...
- A Letter From Italy While you, my Lord, the rural shades ...
- Hope Our lives, discoloured with our present woes, May still...
- Immortality O Liberty! thou goddess, heavenly ...
- The Lord My Pasture Shall Prep... The Lord my pasture shall ...
- Hymn THE spacious firmament on high, With all the blue ...
- How Are Thy Servants Blest, O ... How are Thy servants ...
Joseph Addison, "The Pleasures of the Imagination" in The Spectator, No. 416, July 2, 1712
It is possible this defect of imagination [the inability to get one's brain around the very, very large or the very, very tiny] may not be in the soul itself but as it acts in conjunction with the body. Perhaps there may not be room in the brain for such a variety of impression, or the animal spirits may be incapable of figuring them in such a manner as is necessary to excite so very large or minute ideas. However it be, we may well suppose that beings of a higher nature very much excel us in this respect, as it is probable the soul of man will be infinitely more perfect hereafter ... more »
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It is indeed very possible, that the Persons we laugh at may in the main of their Characters be much wiser Men than our selves; but if they would have us laugh at them, they must fall short of us in t...Joseph Addison (1672-1719), British author. The Spectator, No. 47 (1711).
When I consider the Question, Whether there are such Persons in the World as those we call Witches? my Mind is divided between the two opposite Opinions; or rather (to speak my Thoughts freely) I beli...Joseph Addison (1672-1719), British author. The Spectator, No. 117 (1711).
''Among all kinds of Writing, there is none in which Authors are more apt to miscarry than in Works of Humour, as there is none in which they are more ambitious to excel.''Joseph Addison (1672-1719), British author. The Spectator, No. 35 (1711).
The Fashionable World is grown free and easie; our Manners sit more loose upon us: Nothing is so modish as an agreeable Negligence. In a word, Good Breeding shows it self most, where to an ordinary Ey...Joseph Addison (1672-1719), British author. The Spectator, No. 119 (1711).
Since I am upon this Subject, I must observe that our English Poets have succeeded much better in the Stile, than in the Sentiments of their Tragedies. Their Language is very often noble and sonorous,...Joseph Addison (1672-1719), British author. The Spectator, No. 39 (1711).
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 power display,
And publishes to every land
The work of an Almighty Hand.
Soon as the evening shades prevail,
The Moon takes up the wondrous tale,
And nightly to the list'ning Earth
Repeats the story of her birth:
Whilst all the stars that round her burn,
And all the planets, in their turn,