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... first appeal . Hard is my lot , the hound replies . On what fleet nerves the greyhound flies . While I with weary step and flow O'er plains and vales and mountains go ; C 3 The 1 The morning fees my chafe begun , Nor ends FABLE S 15.
... first appeal . Hard is my lot , the hound replies . On what fleet nerves the greyhound flies . While I with weary step and flow O'er plains and vales and mountains go ; C 3 The 1 The morning fees my chafe begun , Nor ends FABLE S 15.
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John Gay. 1 The morning fees my chafe begun , Nor ends it till the fetting fun . When ( fays the greyhound ) I pursue , My game is loft , or caught in view , Beyond my fight the prey's fecure : The hound is flow but always fure . And ...
John Gay. 1 The morning fees my chafe begun , Nor ends it till the fetting fun . When ( fays the greyhound ) I pursue , My game is loft , or caught in view , Beyond my fight the prey's fecure : The hound is flow but always fure . And ...
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... ends , Stint not to truth the flow of wit , Be prompt to lye , whene'er ' tis fit ; Bend all your force to fpatter merit ; Scandal is conversation's fpirit ; Boldly to ev'ry thing pretend , And men your talents fhall commend ; I knew ...
... ends , Stint not to truth the flow of wit , Be prompt to lye , whene'er ' tis fit ; Bend all your force to fpatter merit ; Scandal is conversation's fpirit ; Boldly to ev'ry thing pretend , And men your talents fhall commend ; I knew ...
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... 'd a flow and noisome train , And from your fpider bowels drew Foul film , and fpun the dirty clue . I own my humble life , good friend ; Snail was I born , and fnail fhall end , And And what's a butterfly ? At best , He's but 94 FABLE S.
... 'd a flow and noisome train , And from your fpider bowels drew Foul film , and fpun the dirty clue . I own my humble life , good friend ; Snail was I born , and fnail fhall end , And And what's a butterfly ? At best , He's but 94 FABLE S.
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... , And , ere they ferv'd man's wicked ends , Were gen'rous foes or real friends . When thus the Dog with fcornful smile . Secure of wing thou dar'ft revile . Clowns Clowns are to polish'd manners blind ; How ign'rant is FABLE S. 115.
... , And , ere they ferv'd man's wicked ends , Were gen'rous foes or real friends . When thus the Dog with fcornful smile . Secure of wing thou dar'ft revile . Clowns Clowns are to polish'd manners blind ; How ign'rant is FABLE S. 115.
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Page 111 - He rais'd his head with whining moan, And thus was heard the feeble tone : ' Ah ! sons ! from evil ways depart ; My crimes lie heavy on my heart. See, see the murder'd geese appear ! Why are those bleeding turkeys there ? Why all around this cackling train, Who haunt my ears for chicken slain?
Page 192 - 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 : a...
Page 104 - I must bid the world adieu, Let me my former life review. I grant my bargains well were made; But all men overreach in trade ; 'Tis self-defence in each profession ; Sure self-defence is no transgression.
Page 141 - 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.
Page 191 - Friendship, like love, is but a name, Unless to one you stint the flame. The child, whom many fathers share, Hath seldom known a father's care. Tis thus in friendships; who depend On many, rarely find a friend.
Page 191 - 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 ; Till, fainting in the public way, Half dead with fear she gasping lay. What transport in her bosom grew, When first the horse appeared in view ! " Let me," says she, " your back ascend, And owe my safety to a friend.
Page 30 - A giddy Wasp around her flies: He now advances, now retires, Now to her neck and cheek aspires. Her fan in vain defends her charms; Swift he returns, again alarms; For by repulse he bolder grew, Perch'd on her lip, and sipt the dew.
Page 164 - Tis conquest to assert your right. How cumbrous is the gilded coach ! The pride of man is our reproach. Were we...
Page 187 - Or crawls beside the coral grove, And hears the ocean roll above ; "Nature is too profuse...