The Fables of John Gay IllustratedG. Routledge & Company, 1857 - 271 страници |
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... ne'er the paths of learning tried ; Nor have I roam'd in foreign parts To read mankind , their laws and arts ; For man is practised in disguise , He cheats the most discerning eyes : Who by that search shall wiser grow , When we ...
... ne'er the paths of learning tried ; Nor have I roam'd in foreign parts To read mankind , their laws and arts ; For man is practised in disguise , He cheats the most discerning eyes : Who by that search shall wiser grow , When we ...
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... Ne'er felt correction's rigid hand ; Indulged to disobey command , In pamper'd ease his hours were spent : He never knew what learning meant . Such forward airs , so pert , so smart , Were sure to win his lady's heart ; Each little ...
... Ne'er felt correction's rigid hand ; Indulged to disobey command , In pamper'd ease his hours were spent : He never knew what learning meant . Such forward airs , so pert , so smart , Were sure to win his lady's heart ; Each little ...
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... ne'er had heard my discontent . " ne Lion craved the Fox's art ; Fox the Lion's force and heart : Cock implored the Pigeon's flight , se wings were rapid , strong , and light ; Pigeon strength of wing despised , the Cock's matchless ...
... ne'er had heard my discontent . " ne Lion craved the Fox's art ; Fox the Lion's force and heart : Cock implored the Pigeon's flight , se wings were rapid , strong , and light ; Pigeon strength of wing despised , the Cock's matchless ...
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... ne'er can rest ? From these alone unjustly springs The world - destroying wrath of kings . " The surly Mastiff thus returns : " Within my bosom , glory burns . Like heroes of eternal name , Whom poets sing , I fight for fame . The ...
... ne'er can rest ? From these alone unjustly springs The world - destroying wrath of kings . " The surly Mastiff thus returns : " Within my bosom , glory burns . Like heroes of eternal name , Whom poets sing , I fight for fame . The ...
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... ne'er can want a pen , Among the senseless sons of men . They unprovok'd , will court the fray ; -- -Envy's a sharper spur , -than pay , - No author ever spared a brother ; Wits are game - cocks , to one another . " 1 scribbler against ...
... ne'er can want a pen , Among the senseless sons of men . They unprovok'd , will court the fray ; -- -Envy's a sharper spur , -than pay , - No author ever spared a brother ; Wits are game - cocks , to one another . " 1 scribbler against ...
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address'd Æsop Aristotle Barnstaple bear beasts beauty Beggar's Opera beneath bird blame censure Clown conceit conscience corruption court courtiers Coxcombs creature cries cursed dare death disgrace E'en envy eyes fable fame favour fawning fear feast flattery flies foes folly fool fortune friendship genius give grew hand happiness hate hath heart Heaven Hence honest honour human irreligion JOHN GAY Jove kings knaves knew latter lion Lord mankind Mastiff merit mind ministers moral nature ne'er never o'er plain Plutarch Plutus poet praise pride Princess of Wales race replied Satire of Juvenal says School for Scandal scorn Sejanus Shakspeare soul spleen stept Swift sycophants talents thee thou thought toil tongue true truth Turkey Twas vanity vex'd vice Vide virtue vulgar wealth Whene'er wise wretch Xenophon
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Страница 221 - But yesterday, the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world : now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
Страница 15 - 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 165 - 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 16 - But, possessing all that I can want, I find one day and one hour exactly like another, except that the latter is still more tedious than the former. Let your experience inform me how the day may now...
Страница 122 - Plate sin with gold, And the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks: Arm it in rags, a pigmy's straw does pierce it.
Страница 9 - Unblam'd 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 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 31 - THE wind was high, the window shakes, With sudden start the Miser wakes ; Along the silent room he stalks, Looks back, and trembles as he walks. Each lock and every bolt he tries, In every creek and corner pries, Then opes the chest with treasure stor'd, And stands in rapture o'er his hoard. But now with sudden qualms...
Страница 214 - Some at the sounding anvil glow ; Some the swift-sliding shuttle throw, Some, studious of the wind and tide, From pole to pole our commerce guide : Some (taught by industry) impart With hands and feet the works of art : While some, of genius more refin'd, With head and tongue assist mankind ; Each, aiming at one common end, Proves to the whole a needful friend.
Страница 81 - To you I owe, that crowds of boys Worry me with eternal noise; Straws laid across my pace retard, The horse-shoe's nail'd (each threshold's guard), The stunted broom the wenches hide, For fear that I should up and ride; They stick with pins my bleeding seat, And bid me show my secret teat.