The Poetical Works of John Gay: In Three Volumes. Collated with the Best Editions:Printed at the Stanhope Press, by Charles Whittingham, ... for J. Sharpe, 1808 |
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... grace , Collects his wisdom in his face ; The crowd admire his wit , his sense ; Each word hath weight and consequence . The flatterer all his art displays : He who hath pow'r is sure of praise . A Fox stept forth before the rest , And ...
... grace , Collects his wisdom in his face ; The crowd admire his wit , his sense ; Each word hath weight and consequence . The flatterer all his art displays : He who hath pow'r is sure of praise . A Fox stept forth before the rest , And ...
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... grace , A Venus ' and Apollo's face , He plac'd in view ; resolv'd to please , Whoever sat he drew from these , From these corrected every feature , And spirited each awkward creature . All things were set ; the hour was come , His ...
... grace , A Venus ' and Apollo's face , He plac'd in view ; resolv'd to please , Whoever sat he drew from these , From these corrected every feature , And spirited each awkward creature . All things were set ; the hour was come , His ...
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... grace He from his Venus form'd her face . Her lover prais'd the Painter's art ; So like the picture in his heart ! To every age some charm he lent ; Ev'n beauties were almost content . Through all the town his art they prais'd ; His ...
... grace He from his Venus form'd her face . Her lover prais'd the Painter's art ; So like the picture in his heart ! To every age some charm he lent ; Ev'n beauties were almost content . Through all the town his art they prais'd ; His ...
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... grace , with every charm , My daughter's perfect features arm . If Heav'n approve , a Father's bless'd . ' Jove smiles , and grants his full request . The first , a miser at the heart , Studious of every griping art , Heaps hoards on ...
... grace , with every charm , My daughter's perfect features arm . If Heav'n approve , a Father's bless'd . ' Jove smiles , and grants his full request . The first , a miser at the heart , Studious of every griping art , Heaps hoards on ...
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... grace ; How happy should I prove , Might I supply that envied place With never - fading love ! There , Phoenix - like , beneath her eye , Involv'd in fragrance , burn and die . ' Know , hapless flower ! that thou shalt find More ...
... grace ; How happy should I prove , Might I supply that envied place With never - fading love ! There , Phoenix - like , beneath her eye , Involv'd in fragrance , burn and die . ' Know , hapless flower ! that thou shalt find More ...
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Страница 2 - From nature too I take my rule, To shun contempt and ridicule. I never, with important air, In conversation overbear. Can grave and formal pass for wise, When men the solemn owl despise? My tongue within my lips I rein; For who talks much, must talk in vain.
Страница 86 - of tender age, In this important care engage? Older and abler passed 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.
Страница 2 - 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. In constancy and nuptial love, I learn my duty from the dove. The hen, who from the .chilly air, With pious wing, protects her care, And every fowl that flies at large, Instructs me in a parent's charge.
Страница 84 - Behind she hears the hunter's cries, And from the deep-mouthed thunder flies* She starts, she stops, she pants for breath; She hears the near advance of death; She doubles, to mislead the hound, And measures...
Страница 64 - I'll read my Fable." Betwixt her swagging panniers' 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 85 - 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...
Страница 64 - Alas! you know the cause too well: The salt is spilt, to me it fell. Then, to contribute to my loss, My knife and fork were laid across; On Friday too! the day I dread! Would I were safe at home in bed! Last night (I vow to heaven 'tis true) Bounce from the fire a coffin flew. Next post some fatal news shall tell, God send my Cornish friends be well!
Страница 116 - This lady-fly I take from off the grass, Whose spotted back might scarlet red surpass: ' Fly, lady-bird, North, South, or East, or West, Fly where the man is found that I love best.
Страница 73 - Tis conquest to assert your right. How cumb'rous is the gilded coach! The pride of man is our reproach. Were we...
Страница 114 - Till spent for lack of breath, quite weary grown, Upon a rising bank I sat adown...