The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Том 42Samuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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... Falfe glory hath my youth misled ; " For beafts of prey , a fervile train , " Have been the flatterers of my reign .. " You reafon well . Yet tell me , friend , " Did ever you in courts attend ? For all my fawning rogues agree , That ...
... Falfe glory hath my youth misled ; " For beafts of prey , a fervile train , " Have been the flatterers of my reign .. " You reafon well . Yet tell me , friend , " Did ever you in courts attend ? For all my fawning rogues agree , That ...
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... falfe we judge by outward show ; That we fhould never looks esteem , Since fools as wife as you might feem .. Would ye contempt and scorn avoid , Let your vain - glory be destroy'd : G 3 5 Fa 15 . 120 25 39 Humble THE " Know , fays the ...
... falfe we judge by outward show ; That we fhould never looks esteem , Since fools as wife as you might feem .. Would ye contempt and scorn avoid , Let your vain - glory be destroy'd : G 3 5 Fa 15 . 120 25 39 Humble THE " Know , fays the ...
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... falfe alarm . At yonder town ' tis market - day ; Some farmer's wife is on the way ; ' Tis fo ( I know her pyebald mare ) , Dame Dobbins with her poultry - ware . " Reynard grew huff . Says he , " This ineer From you I little thought to ...
... falfe alarm . At yonder town ' tis market - day ; Some farmer's wife is on the way ; ' Tis fo ( I know her pyebald mare ) , Dame Dobbins with her poultry - ware . " Reynard grew huff . Says he , " This ineer From you I little thought to ...
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... falfe fupport at once hath fail'd , And perfevering truth prevail'd . Expos'd , their train of fraud is feen ; Truth will at laft remove the screen . VOL . II . Ꮮ . 110 A Country A Country ' Squire , by whim directed , The FABLE S ...
... falfe fupport at once hath fail'd , And perfevering truth prevail'd . Expos'd , their train of fraud is feen ; Truth will at laft remove the screen . VOL . II . Ꮮ . 110 A Country A Country ' Squire , by whim directed , The FABLE S ...
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... give avarice its fwing , Defraud a nation , blind a king : Then , from the hirelings in your caufe Though daily fed with falfe applaufe , L 3 35 43 45 Could Could it a real joy impart ? Great guilt knew FABLE S. PART II . 149.
... give avarice its fwing , Defraud a nation , blind a king : Then , from the hirelings in your caufe Though daily fed with falfe applaufe , L 3 35 43 45 Could Could it a real joy impart ? Great guilt knew FABLE S. PART II . 149.
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Страница 102 - Spare your comparisons,' replied An angry rose, who grew beside. 'Of all mankind, you should not flout us; What can a poet do without us! In every love-song roses bloom; We lend you colour and perfume. Does it to Chloe's charms conduce, To found her praise on our abuse? Must we, to flatter her, be made To wither, envy, pine and fade?
Страница 88 - Dame, (quoth the Raven) spare your oaths, Unclench your fist, and wipe your clothes. But why on me those curses thrown ? Goody, the fault was all your own ; For had you laid this brittle ware On Dun, the old sure-footed mare, Though all the Ravens of the Hundred, With croaking had your tongue out-thunder'd, Sure-footed Dun had kept her legs, And you, good Woman, sav'd your eggs.
Страница 23 - Hence grew my settled hate to vice. " The daily labours of the bee Awake my soul to industry : Who can observe the careful ant, And not provide for future want ? My dog (the trustiest of his kind) With gratitude inflames my mind : I mark his true, his faithful way, And in my service copy Tray.
Страница 110 - Tis thus in friendship : who depend On many, rarely find a friend. A Hare, who in a civil way Complied with everything, like GAY, Was known by all the bestial train, Who haunt the wood or graze the plain. Her care was never to offend, And every creature was her friend.
Страница 24 - And from the most minute and mean, A virtuous mind can morals glean. Thy fame is just, the sage replies ; Thy virtue proves thee truly wise.
Страница 31 - While I, with weary step and slow, O'er plains and vales, and mountains go. The morning sees my chase begun, Nor ends it till the setting sun.
Страница 87 - I'll read my fable. .Betwixt her swagging pannier's load A FARMER'S WIFE to market rode, And, jogging on, with thoughtful care Summ'd up the profits of her ware ; When, starting from her silver dream, Thus far and wide was heard her scream : — That RAVEN on yon left-hand oak (Curse on his ill-betiding croak !) Bodes me no good.
Страница 56 - Lord, the spirit there Might well a Raphael's hand require, To give them all the native fire. The features, fraught with sense and wit, You'll grant are very hard to hit; But yet with patience you shall view As much as paint and art can do." "Observe the work!" My Lord replied, "Till now I thought my mouth was wide; Besides, my nose is somewhat long: Dear Sir, for me, 'tis far too young.
Страница 33 - I grant, an ancient Ram replies, We bear no terror in our eyes ; Yet think us not of soul so tame, Which no repeated wrongs inflame ; Insensible of ev'ry ill, Because we want thy tusks to kill.