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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... stealth invade my neighbour's right . Rapacious animals we hate : Kites , hawks , and wolves , deferve their fate . Do not we just abhorrence find Against the toad and serpent kind : But But envy , calumny , and spite , Bear ftronger.
... stealth invade my neighbour's right . Rapacious animals we hate : Kites , hawks , and wolves , deferve their fate . Do not we just abhorrence find Against the toad and serpent kind : But But envy , calumny , and spite , Bear ftronger.
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... eyes . ; Lord ! Madam , what a fquinting leer ! No doubt the Fairy hath been here . Just as she spoke , a Pigmy Sprite Pops through the key hole , fwift as light ; Perch'd Perch'd on the cradle's top he stands , And thus 18 FABLE S.
... eyes . ; Lord ! Madam , what a fquinting leer ! No doubt the Fairy hath been here . Just as she spoke , a Pigmy Sprite Pops through the key hole , fwift as light ; Perch'd Perch'd on the cradle's top he stands , And thus 18 FABLE S.
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... just are Jove's eternal laws . Let each his discontent reveal , To yon four Dog I 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 ...
... just are Jove's eternal laws . Let each his discontent reveal , To yon four Dog I 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 ...
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... fo great , Will ftill come fhort of felf - conceit . So very like a Painter drew , That ev'ry eye the picture knew ; He N He hit complexion , feature , air , So just FABLE S. 45 The Painter who pleased nobody and every body,
... fo great , Will ftill come fhort of felf - conceit . So very like a Painter drew , That ev'ry eye the picture knew ; He N He hit complexion , feature , air , So just FABLE S. 45 The Painter who pleased nobody and every body,
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... just the life itself was there . No flatt'ry , with his colours laid , To bloom reftor'd the faded maid : He gave each mufcle all its ftrength ; The mouth , the chin , the nose's length , His honeft pencil touch'd with truth , And mark ...
... just the life itself was there . No flatt'ry , with his colours laid , To bloom reftor'd the faded maid : He gave each mufcle all its ftrength ; The mouth , the chin , the nose's length , His honeft pencil touch'd with truth , And mark ...
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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.