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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... beauty bear ! What hourly nonsense haunts her ear ! Where'er her eyes dispense their charms , Impertinence around her swarms . Did not the tender nonsense strike , Contempt and scorn might look dislike ; Forbidding airs might thin the ...
... beauty bear ! What hourly nonsense haunts her ear ! Where'er her eyes dispense their charms , Impertinence around her swarms . Did not the tender nonsense strike , Contempt and scorn might look dislike ; Forbidding airs might thin the ...
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... beauty caus'd the bold mistake . Those cherry lips that breathe perfume , That cheek so ripe with youthful bloom , Made me with strong desire pursue The fairest peach that ever grew . ' ' Strike him not , Jenny , ( Doris cries ) Nor ...
... beauty caus'd the bold mistake . Those cherry lips that breathe perfume , That cheek so ripe with youthful bloom , Made me with strong desire pursue The fairest peach that ever grew . ' ' Strike him not , Jenny , ( Doris cries ) Nor ...
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... , AND GOOSE . IN beauty faults conspicuous grow ; The smallest speck is seen on snow . As near a barn , by hunger led , A Peacock with the poultry fed , All view'd him with an envious eye , And mock'd Part 1 . 23 FABLES .
... , AND GOOSE . IN beauty faults conspicuous grow ; The smallest speck is seen on snow . As near a barn , by hunger led , A Peacock with the poultry fed , All view'd him with an envious eye , And mock'd Part 1 . 23 FABLES .
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... beauty , wit , or sense , And love is seldom the pretence . All offer incense at my shrine , And I alone the bargain sign . How can Belinda blame her fate ? She only ask'd a great estate . Doris was rich enough , ' tis true ; Her lord ...
... beauty , wit , or sense , And love is seldom the pretence . All offer incense at my shrine , And I alone the bargain sign . How can Belinda blame her fate ? She only ask'd a great estate . Doris was rich enough , ' tis true ; Her lord ...
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... beauty , Proficient in the toilette's duty , Had form'd her sleeve , confin'd her hair , Or given her knot a smarter air , Now nearest to her heart was plac'd , Now in her manteau's tail disgrac'd ; But could she partial Fortune blame ...
... beauty , Proficient in the toilette's duty , Had form'd her sleeve , confin'd her hair , Or given her knot a smarter air , Now nearest to her heart was plac'd , Now in her manteau's tail disgrac'd ; But could she partial Fortune blame ...
Términos y frases comunes
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
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Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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!
Página 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.
Página 73 - Tis conquest to assert your right. How cumb'rous is the gilded coach! The pride of man is our reproach. Were we...
Página 114 - Till spent for lack of breath, quite weary grown, Upon a rising bank I sat adown...