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 |
Между кориците на книгата
Резултати 1 - 5 от 31.
Страница 37
... soon believe The text which says we sprung from Eve . As an old Hen led forth her train , And seem'd to peck to show the grain , She rak'd the chaff , she scratch'd the ground , And glean'd the spacious yard around : VOL . I. D A giddy ...
... soon believe The text which says we sprung from Eve . As an old Hen led forth her train , And seem'd to peck to show the grain , She rak'd the chaff , she scratch'd the ground , And glean'd the spacious yard around : VOL . I. D A giddy ...
Страница 78
... Soon as the trotting Steed he hears , He starts , he cocks his dapper ears ; Away he scowers , assaults his hoof ; Now near him snarls , now barks aloof ; With shrill impertinence attends , Nor leaves him till the village ends . It ...
... Soon as the trotting Steed he hears , He starts , he cocks his dapper ears ; Away he scowers , assaults his hoof ; Now near him snarls , now barks aloof ; With shrill impertinence attends , Nor leaves him till the village ends . It ...
Страница 82
... soon or late . ' THE MAN AND THE FLEA . WHETHER on earth , in air , or main , Sure every thing alive is vain ! Does not the hawk all fowls survey , As destin'd only for his prey ? And do not tyrants , prouder things , Think men were ...
... soon or late . ' THE MAN AND THE FLEA . WHETHER on earth , in air , or main , Sure every thing alive is vain ! Does not the hawk all fowls survey , As destin'd only for his prey ? And do not tyrants , prouder things , Think men were ...
Страница 91
... soon intends To ply the court , and teaze his friends . If there his merits chance to find A patriot of an open mind , Whose constant actions prove him just To both a king's and people's trust , May he , with gratitude , attend , And ...
... soon intends To ply the court , and teaze his friends . If there his merits chance to find A patriot of an open mind , Whose constant actions prove him just To both a king's and people's trust , May he , with gratitude , attend , And ...
Страница 114
... Soon as the morning streaks the skies Industrious Labour bids me rise ; With sweat I earn my homely fare , And every day renews my care . ' Jove heard the discontented strain , And thus rebuk'd the murmuring swain : ' Speak out your ...
... Soon as the morning streaks the skies Industrious Labour bids me rise ; With sweat I earn my homely fare , And every day renews my care . ' Jove heard the discontented strain , And thus rebuk'd the murmuring swain : ' Speak out your ...
Често срещани думи и фрази
arms bear beauty beneath bids blood Blouzelind bosom breast breath Buxoma CHARLES WHITTINGHAM charms cheek Civic crown Cloacina clown coach court creature cries crowd curs'd damsel disdain disgrace Eclogues envy Ev'n eyes fair fame fate flame flatter flies foes fool glow goddess grace grow hand happy hath head heart Heav'n heel I three honest honour hound JOHN GAY JOHN SHARPE Jove knaves labour lasses Leather Lane Lubberkin maid mankind Mastiff mind morn Muse ne'er never night nymph o'er plain Plutus POLYPH POLYPHEMUS pow'r praise prey pride pursue race rais'd replies rose round says scorn sharp heel shepherds show'r skies snail song spoke spread street swain sweet swell thee Theseus thou thought three times mark toil tongue train tread Turkey turn me thrice Twas vex'd Virg ween Whene'er wind youth
Популярни откъси
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...