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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... mean , A virtuous mind can morals glean . ' 6 Thy fame is just , ( the Sage replies ) Thy virtue proves thee truly wise . Pride often guides the author's pen ; Books as affected are as men : But he who studies Nature's laws , From ...
... mean , A virtuous mind can morals glean . ' 6 Thy fame is just , ( the Sage replies ) Thy virtue proves thee truly wise . Pride often guides the author's pen ; Books as affected are as men : But he who studies Nature's laws , From ...
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... Mean are ambitious heroes ' boasts Of wasted lands and slaughter'd hosts . Pirates their power by murders gain ; Wise kings by love and mercy reign . To me your clemency hath shown The virtue worthy of a throne . Heav'n gives you power ...
... Mean are ambitious heroes ' boasts Of wasted lands and slaughter'd hosts . Pirates their power by murders gain ; Wise kings by love and mercy reign . To me your clemency hath shown The virtue worthy of a throne . Heav'n gives you power ...
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... mean , I wander in the silvan scene : For Jove the heart alone regards ; He punishes what man rewards . How different is thy case and mine ? With men at least you sup and dine , While I , condemn'd to thinnest fare , Like those I ...
... mean , I wander in the silvan scene : For Jove the heart alone regards ; He punishes what man rewards . How different is thy case and mine ? With men at least you sup and dine , While I , condemn'd to thinnest fare , Like those I ...
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... mean and base ! These cannot bear an equal nigh , But from superior merit fly . They love the cellar's vulgar joke , And lose their hours in ale and smoke . There o'er some petty club preside ; So poor , so paltry , is their pride ! Nay ...
... mean and base ! These cannot bear an equal nigh , But from superior merit fly . They love the cellar's vulgar joke , And lose their hours in ale and smoke . There o'er some petty club preside ; So poor , so paltry , is their pride ! Nay ...
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... a Snail , Beneath his house , with slimy trail Crawls o'er the grass , whom when he spies , In wrath he to the gard❜ner cries , ' What means yon peasant's daily toil , From choking 44 Part 1 . FABLES . The Butterfly and the Snail 444.
... a Snail , Beneath his house , with slimy trail Crawls o'er the grass , whom when he spies , In wrath he to the gard❜ner cries , ' What means yon peasant's daily toil , From choking 44 Part 1 . FABLES . The Butterfly and the Snail 444.
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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...