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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... cries ) I see wit sparkle in his eyes . ' ' Lord , Madam , what a squinting leer ! No doubt the Fairy hath been here . ' Just as she spoke , a pigmy sprite Pops through the keyhole swift as light ; Perch'd on the cradle's top he stands ...
... cries ) I see wit sparkle in his eyes . ' ' Lord , Madam , what a squinting leer ! No doubt the Fairy hath been here . ' Just as she spoke , a pigmy sprite Pops through the keyhole swift as light ; Perch'd on the cradle's top he stands ...
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... cries , And wipes the tears from widows ' eyes . Their crimes on gold shall Misers lay , Who pawn'd their sordid souls for pay ? Let bravos , then , when blood is spilt , Upbraid the passive soul with guilt . ' THE LION , THE FOX , AND ...
... cries , And wipes the tears from widows ' eyes . Their crimes on gold shall Misers lay , Who pawn'd their sordid souls for pay ? Let bravos , then , when blood is spilt , Upbraid the passive soul with guilt . ' THE LION , THE FOX , AND ...
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... cries ) Protect me from these teazing flies : Of all the plagues that Heav'n hath sent , A Wasp is most impertinent . ' The hovering insect thus complain'd ; ' Am I then slighted , scorn'd , disdain'd ? Can such offence your anger wake ...
... cries ) Protect me from these teazing flies : Of all the plagues that Heav'n hath sent , A Wasp is most impertinent . ' The hovering insect thus complain'd ; ' Am I then slighted , scorn'd , disdain'd ? Can such offence your anger wake ...
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... cries ) . Can spleen contain ? Sure never bird was half so vain . But were intrinsic merit seen , We Turkeys have the whiter skin . ' From tongue to tongue they caught abuse , And next was heard the hissing Goose : What hideous legs ...
... cries ) . Can spleen contain ? Sure never bird was half so vain . But were intrinsic merit seen , We Turkeys have the whiter skin . ' From tongue to tongue they caught abuse , And next was heard the hissing Goose : What hideous legs ...
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... cries ) I come to make a nation wise . Weigh your own worth ; support your place , The next in rank to human race . In cities long I pass'd my days , Convers'd with men , and learn'd their ways . Their dress , their courtly manners see ...
... cries ) I come to make a nation wise . Weigh your own worth ; support your place , The next in rank to human race . In cities long I pass'd my days , Convers'd with men , and learn'd their ways . Their dress , their courtly manners see ...
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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...