The Works of Mr. John Gay: In Four Volumes. To which is Added an Account of the Life and Writings of the Author ...James Potts, 1770 - English poetry |
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... heart ; Each little mischief gain'd him praise ; How pretty were his fawning ways ! The wind was fouth , the morning fair , He ventures forth to take the air . He ranges all the meadow round , And rolls upon the fofteft ground : When ...
... heart ; Each little mischief gain'd him praise ; How pretty were his fawning ways ! The wind was fouth , the morning fair , He ventures forth to take the air . He ranges all the meadow round , And rolls upon the fofteft ground : When ...
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... heart alone regards ; He punishes what man rewards . How diff'rent is thy cafe and mine ! With men at least you fup and dine ; While I , condemn'd to thinnest fare , Like thofe I flatter'd , feed on air . FABLE FABLE III . The MOTHER ...
... heart alone regards ; He punishes what man rewards . How diff'rent is thy cafe and mine ! With men at least you fup and dine ; While I , condemn'd to thinnest fare , Like thofe I flatter'd , feed on air . FABLE FABLE III . The MOTHER ...
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... heart . The Cock implor'd the Pigeon's flight , Whose wings were rapid , ftrong , and light : The Pigeon ftrength of wing despis'd , And the Cock's matchlefs valour priz'd : The Fishes wish'd to graze the plain ; The Beafts to skim ...
... heart . The Cock implor'd the Pigeon's flight , Whose wings were rapid , ftrong , and light : The Pigeon ftrength of wing despis'd , And the Cock's matchlefs valour priz'd : The Fishes wish'd to graze the plain ; The Beafts to skim ...
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... with life : Your quarter'd fires , your bleeding dams , The dying bleat of harmless lambs , Call for revenge . O ftupid race !. The heart that wants revenge , is bafe . I grant , I grant , an ancient Ram replies , We bear FABLE S 21.
... with life : Your quarter'd fires , your bleeding dams , The dying bleat of harmless lambs , Call for revenge . O ftupid race !. The heart that wants revenge , is bafe . I grant , I grant , an ancient Ram replies , We bear FABLE S 21.
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... heart had known fweet peace of mind . But virtue's fold . Good gods ! what price Can recompenfe the pangs of vice ... hearts , In treach❜ry's more pernicious arts . Who can recount the mischiefs o'er ? Virtue refides on earth no more ...
... heart had known fweet peace of mind . But virtue's fold . Good gods ! what price Can recompenfe the pangs of vice ... hearts , In treach❜ry's more pernicious arts . Who can recount the mischiefs o'er ? Virtue refides on earth no more ...
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Page 19 - 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.
Page 11 - 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.
Page 90 - This magic looking-glass," she cries, (" There, hand it round) will charm your eyes " : Each eager eye the sight desired, And ev'ry man himself admired.
Page 93 - Tis conquest to assert your right. How cumbrous is the gilded coach ! The pride of man is our reproach. Were we...
Page 94 - 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!
Page 96 - I HATE the man who builds his name On ruins of another's fame: Thus prudes, by characters o'erthrown, Imagine that they raise their own; Thus scribblers, covetous of praise, Think slander can transplant the bays. Beauties and bards have equal pride, With both all rivals are...
Page 149 - With head and tongue assist mankind; Each, aiming at one common end, Proves to the whole a needful friend. Thus, born each other's useful aid, By turns are obligations p*aid. The monarch, when his...
Page 20 - Hard is my lot," the Hound replies, "On what fleet nerves the Greyhound flies; While I, with weary step and slow, O'er plains, and vales, and mountains go. The morning sees my chase begun, Nor ends it till the setting sun.
Page 10 - TULLY'S mind ? Or, like the wise ULYSSES thrown By various fates on realms unknown, Hast thou through many cities stray'd, Their customs, laws, and manners weigh'd...
Page 46 - Raphael's hand require, To give them all the native fire; The features, fraught with sense and wit, You'll grant, are very hard to hit; But yet, with patience, you shall view As much as paint and art can do.