Bell's Edition, Томове 81–82J. Bell, 1797 |
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... heart ; Each little mischief gain'd him praise ; How pretty were his fawning ways ! The wind was south , the morning fair , He ventures forth to take the air : He ranges all the meadow round , And rolls upon the softest ground ; When ...
... heart ; Each little mischief gain'd him praise ; How pretty were his fawning ways ! The wind was south , the morning fair , He ventures forth to take the air : He ranges all the meadow round , And rolls upon the softest ground ; When ...
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... heart alone regards ; He punishes what man rewards . How diff'rent is thy case and mine ? With men at least you sup and dine , While I condemn'd to thinnest fare , Like those I flatter'd , feed on air . Volume III . B 20 30 40 THE ...
... heart alone regards ; He punishes what man rewards . How diff'rent is thy case and mine ? With men at least you sup and dine , While I condemn'd to thinnest fare , Like those I flatter'd , feed on air . Volume III . B 20 30 40 THE ...
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... heart : The Cock implor'd the Pigeon's flight , Whose wings were rapid , strong , and light : The Pigeon strength of wing despis'd , And the Cock's matchless valour priz'd The Fishes wish'd to graze the plain , The Beasts to skim ...
... heart : The Cock implor'd the Pigeon's flight , Whose wings were rapid , strong , and light : The Pigeon strength of wing despis'd , And the Cock's matchless valour priz'd The Fishes wish'd to graze the plain , The Beasts to skim ...
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... quarter'd sires , your bleeding dams , The dying bleet of harmless lambs , Call for revenge . O stupid race ! The heart that wants revenge is base . 50 10 I grant , an ancient Ram replies , We bear Biij . Part 1 . 17 FABLES .
... quarter'd sires , your bleeding dams , The dying bleet of harmless lambs , Call for revenge . O stupid race ! The heart that wants revenge is base . 50 10 I grant , an ancient Ram replies , We bear Biij . Part 1 . 17 FABLES .
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... heart had known sweet peace of mind . But virtue's sold . Good Gods ! what price Can recompense the pangs of vice ... hearts In treach'ry's more pernicious arts . Who can recount the mischiefs o'er ? Virtue resides on earth no more ! He ...
... heart had known sweet peace of mind . But virtue's sold . Good Gods ! what price Can recompense the pangs of vice ... hearts In treach'ry's more pernicious arts . Who can recount the mischiefs o'er ? Virtue resides on earth no more ! He ...
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Addiſon Albion beauty beneath blood boaſt breaſt Britannia's charms court cries dreadful Ev'n ev'ry eyes FABLE facred faid fair Fairy fam'd fame fancy'd fate fear fecret fhade fhall fhine fhould fight fing fire firſt fkies flain flow'rs fmiles foes fome fong fool form'd foul ftill fuch fweet Gauls gen'rous gods grace groves hand hath heart Heav'n himſelf honour hour Iliad JOHN GAY Jove kings knaves lefs lord Lord Privy Seal lyre mankind mind monarch mortal moſt Mufe ne'er numbers nymph o'er plain pleaſure Plutus pow'r praiſe prey pride proud race rage rais'd rife round says ſcene scribbling crew ſhade ſhall ſkies ſky ſmile ſtand ſtars ſtate ſtill ſtream ſweet thee thefe theſe thofe THOMAS TICKELL thou thought thouſand thro Tickell toil tongue tow'rs try'd Twas verſe vex'd virgin band Whilft whofe youth
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Страница 48 - The counsel's good, a Fox replies, Could we perform what you advise. Think what our ancestors have done — • A line of thieves from son to son ! To us descends the long disgrace, And infamy hath mark'd our race. Though we, like harmless sheep, should feed. Honest in thought, in word, and deed, Whatever hen-roost is decreas'd, We shall be thought to share the feast. The change shall never be believ'd : A lost good name is ne'er retriev'd. Nay then, replies the feeble Fox, (But hark ! I hear a hen...
Страница 5 - And thus her folly reprimands. Whence sprung the vain conceited lie, That we the world with fools supply ? What ! 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 human breed, Well might we pass for fools indeed.
Страница 86 - 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 back her mazy round...
Страница 63 - IN other men we faults can spy, And blame the mote that dims their eye; Each little speck and blemish find, To our own stronger errors blind. A Turkey, tired of common food, Forsook the barn, and sought the wood; Behind her ran an infant train, Collecting here and there a grain.
Страница 51 - Attend, and be advis'd by Care. Nor love, nor honour, wealth, nor power, Can give the heart a cheerful hour, When health is lost. Be timely wise : With health all taste of pleasure flies.
Страница 75 - ... wide domains. At will I crop the year's increase ; My latter life is rest and peace. I grant to man we lend our pains, And aid him to correct the plains; But doth not he divide the care, Through all the labours of the year ? How many thousand structures rise, To fence us from inclement skies ; For us he bears the sultry day, And stores up all our winter's hay; He sows, he reaps the harvest's gain ; We share the toil, and share the grain. Since every creature was decreed To aid each other's mutual...
Страница 32 - Why so severe ? (the Cub replies), Our senate always held me wise." " How weak is pride ! (returns the sire), All fools are vain when fools admire ! But know, what stupid asses prize, Lions and noble beasts despise.
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