The Fables of John Gay: Illustrated, with an Original Memoir, Introduction, and Annotations,G. Routledge, 1854 - 271 страници |
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... give a decided evidence of poetic wit and worldly wisdom , by inscribing a poem on ' Rural Sports , ' to Mr. Pope , the rising sun of whose reputation called into life , with the usual tendency of expansive intellect , many kindred ...
... give a decided evidence of poetic wit and worldly wisdom , by inscribing a poem on ' Rural Sports , ' to Mr. Pope , the rising sun of whose reputation called into life , with the usual tendency of expansive intellect , many kindred ...
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... gives you power above the rest , Like Heav'n , to succour the distrest . " " The case is plain , " the monarch said , " False glory hath my youth misled ; For beasts of prey , a servile train , Have been the flatterers of my reign . You ...
... gives you power above the rest , Like Heav'n , to succour the distrest . " " The case is plain , " the monarch said , " False glory hath my youth misled ; For beasts of prey , a servile train , Have been the flatterers of my reign . You ...
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... GIVE me a son ! " - The blessing sent , Were ever parents more content ? How partial are their doting eyes ! No child is half so fair and wise.1 Wak'd to the morning's pleasing care , The Mother rose , and sought her heir : She saw the ...
... GIVE me a son ! " - The blessing sent , Were ever parents more content ? How partial are their doting eyes ! No child is half so fair and wise.1 Wak'd to the morning's pleasing care , The Mother rose , and sought her heir : She saw the ...
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... give our sprightly race away For the dull helpless sons of clay ! - Besides , by partial fondness shown , Like you , we dote upon our own . Where yet was ever found a Mother Who'd give her booby for another ? And should we change with ...
... give our sprightly race away For the dull helpless sons of clay ! - Besides , by partial fondness shown , Like you , we dote upon our own . Where yet was ever found a Mother Who'd give her booby for another ? And should we change with ...
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... Give to themselves the vengeance due ; For in these massacres they find The two chief plagues that waste mankind . Our skin supplies the wrangling bar , It wakes their slumbering sons to war ; And well revenge may rest contented , Since ...
... Give to themselves the vengeance due ; For in these massacres they find The two chief plagues that waste mankind . Our skin supplies the wrangling bar , It wakes their slumbering sons to war ; And well revenge may rest contented , Since ...
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Страница 167 - Tis thus in friendships; 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. As forth she went at early dawn, To taste the dew-besprinkled lawn, Behind she hears the hunter's cries, And from the deep-mouthed thunder flies.
Страница 220 - By nature vile, ennobled but by name, Each kindred brute might bid thee blush for shame. Ye ! who perchance behold this simple urn, Pass on— it honours none you wish to mourn : To mark a friend's remains these stones arise ; I never knew but one, — and here he lies.
Страница 16 - Thy fame is just, the Sage replies; Thy virtue proves thee truly wise. Pride often guides the Author's pen, Books as affected are as men: But he who studies Nature's laws, From certain truth his maxims draws ; And those, without our schools, suffice To make men moral, good, and wise.
Страница 9 - Unblamed through life, lamented in thy end, These are thy honours ! not that here thy bust Is mix'd with heroes, or with kings thy dust ; But that the Worthy and the Good shall say, Striking their pensive bosoms — Here lies GAY.
Страница 81 - There in a gloomy hollow glen she found A little cottage, built of stickes and reedes In homely wize, and ,wald with sods around...
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