Fables by the Late Mr. Gay. In One Volume CompleteJ. F. and C. Rivington, B. and B. White, T. Longman, B. Law, G. G. J. and J. Robinson [and 14 others in London], 1792 - 232 страници |
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... daily labours of the bee Awake my foul to industry . Who can obferve the careful ant , And not provide for future want ? My dog ( the truftieft of his kind ) With gratitude inflames my mind . I mark his true , his faithful way , And in ...
... daily labours of the bee Awake my foul to industry . Who can obferve the careful ant , And not provide for future want ? My dog ( the truftieft of his kind ) With gratitude inflames my mind . I mark his true , his faithful way , And in ...
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... daily cant . Did I , base wretch , corrupt mankind ? The fault's in thy rapacious mind . Because my bleffings are abus'd , Muft I be cenfur'd , curs'd , accus'd ? Ev'n virtue's felf by knaves is made A cloak to carry on the trade ; And ...
... daily cant . Did I , base wretch , corrupt mankind ? The fault's in thy rapacious mind . Because my bleffings are abus'd , Muft I be cenfur'd , curs'd , accus'd ? Ev'n virtue's felf by knaves is made A cloak to carry on the trade ; And ...
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... daily war my youth inclin'd ; He train❜d me to heroic deed ; Taught me to conquer , or to bleed , Curs❜d Dog , the Bull reply'd , no more I wonder at thy thirst of gore ; For thou ( beneath a butcher train'd , Whofe hands with cruelty ...
... daily war my youth inclin'd ; He train❜d me to heroic deed ; Taught me to conquer , or to bleed , Curs❜d Dog , the Bull reply'd , no more I wonder at thy thirst of gore ; For thou ( beneath a butcher train'd , Whofe hands with cruelty ...
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... , a Snail , Beneath his house , with flimy trail Crawls o'er the grass ; whom when he spies , In wrath he to the gard'ner cries :. What What means yon peasant's daily toil , From choaking weeds FABLE S 63 The Butterfly and the Snail,
... , a Snail , Beneath his house , with flimy trail Crawls o'er the grass ; whom when he spies , In wrath he to the gard'ner cries :. What What means yon peasant's daily toil , From choaking weeds FABLE S 63 The Butterfly and the Snail,
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John Gay. What means yon peasant's daily toil , From choaking weeds to rid the foil ? Why wake you to the morning's care ? Why with news arts correct the year ? Why glows the peach with crimson hue ? And why the plumb's inviting blue ...
John Gay. What means yon peasant's daily toil , From choaking weeds to rid the foil ? Why wake you to the morning's care ? Why with news arts correct the year ? Why glows the peach with crimson hue ? And why the plumb's inviting blue ...
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Страница 2 - Through all the country rais'd his name. A deep Philosopher (whose rules Of moral life were drawn from schools) The Shepherd's homely cottage sought, And thus explor'd his reach of thought :
Страница 3 - 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 127 - She next the stately Bull implored, And thus replied the mighty lord: " Since every beast alive can tell That I sincerely wish you well, I may, without offence, pretend To take the freedom of a friend. Love calls me hence : a...
Страница 107 - His hand expos'da box of pills, And a loud laugh proclaim'd his ills. A counter, in a miser's hand, Grew twenty guineas at command.
Страница 110 - Shall then our nobler jaws submit To foam and champ the galling bit? Shall haughty man my back bestride ? Shall the sharp spur provoke my side ? Forbid it Heavens ! Reject the rein ; Your shame, your infamy, disdain. Let him...
Страница 40 - But use them for your private ends ; Stint not to truth the flow of wit, Be prompt to lie, whene'er .tis fit ; Bend all your force to spatter merit ; Scandal is conversation's spirit ; Boldly to ev'ry thing pretend, And men your talents shall commend.
Страница 126 - Friendship, like love, is but a name, Unless to one you stint the flame. The child, whom many fathers share, Hath seldom known a father's care. Tis thus in friendships; who depend On many, rarely find a friend.
Страница 70 - Reduc'da family to need, My will hath made the world amends ; My hope on charity depends. When I am number'd with the dead, And all my pious gifts are read, By heaven and earth 'twill then be known My charities were amply shown.
Страница 93 - tis true) Bounce from the fire a coffin flew. Next post some fatal news shall tell.
Страница 128 - of tender age, In this important care engage? Older and abler pass'd you by; How strong are those ! how weak am I ! Should I presume to bear you hence, Those friends of mine may take offence. Excuse me, then. You know my heart, But dearest friends, alas ! must part. How shall we all lament ! Adieu ! For see, the hounds are just in view.