The Works of Mr. John Gay: In Four Volumes. To which is Added an Account of the Life and Writings of the Author ...James Potts, 1770 |
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... morning fair , He ventures forth to take the air . He ranges all the meadow round , And rolls upon the fofteft ground : When near him a Cameleon feen , Was fcarce diftinguifh'd from the green ; Dear Dear emblem of the flatt'ring hoft ...
... morning fair , He ventures forth to take the air . He ranges all the meadow round , And rolls upon the fofteft ground : When near him a Cameleon feen , Was fcarce diftinguifh'd from the green ; Dear Dear emblem of the flatt'ring hoft ...
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... morning's pleasing care , The Mother rofe , and fought her heir . She faw the Nurfe , like one poffefs'd , With wringing hands , and sobbing breast . Sure fome difafter has befell : Speak , Nurfe ; I hope the boy is well . Dear Madam ...
... morning's pleasing care , The Mother rofe , and fought her heir . She faw the Nurfe , like one poffefs'd , With wringing hands , and sobbing breast . Sure fome difafter has befell : Speak , Nurfe ; I hope the boy is well . Dear Madam ...
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... morning fees my chafe begun , Nor ends it till the fetting fun . When ( fays the Greyhound ) I pursue , My game is loft , or caught in view ; Beyond my fight the prey's fecure : The Hound is flow , but always fure . And had I his ...
... morning fees my chafe begun , Nor ends it till the fetting fun . When ( fays the Greyhound ) I pursue , My game is loft , or caught in view ; Beyond my fight the prey's fecure : The Hound is flow , but always fure . And had I his ...
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... morning chid . They undermin❜d whole fides of bacon , Her cheese was fapp'd , her tarts were taken : Her pafties , fenc'd with thickest paste , Were all demolish'd , and laid waste . She curs'd the Cat for want of duty , Who left her ...
... morning chid . They undermin❜d whole fides of bacon , Her cheese was fapp'd , her tarts were taken : Her pafties , fenc'd with thickest paste , Were all demolish'd , and laid waste . She curs'd the Cat for want of duty , Who left her ...
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... morning's care ? Why with new arts correct the year ? Why glows the peach with crimson hue ? And why the plumb's inviting blue ? Were they to feast his taste design'd , That vermin of voracious kind ? Crush then the flow , the pilf'ring ...
... morning's care ? Why with new arts correct the year ? Why glows the peach with crimson hue ? And why the plumb's inviting blue ? Were they to feast his taste design'd , That vermin of voracious kind ? Crush then the flow , the pilf'ring ...
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