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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... o'er with age , And long experience made him fage ; In fummer's heat and winter's cold He fed his flock , and penn'd the fold ; His hours in chearful labour flew , Nor envy nor ambition knew ; His wifdom and his honest fame Through all ...
... o'er with age , And long experience made him fage ; In fummer's heat and winter's cold He fed his flock , and penn'd the fold ; His hours in chearful labour flew , Nor envy nor ambition knew ; His wifdom and his honest fame Through all ...
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... O'er books confum'd the midnight - oil ? Haft thou old Greece and Rome furvey'd , And the vaft fenfe of PLATO weigh'd ? Hath SOCRATES thy foul refin'd , " And haft thou fathom'd TULLY's mind ? Or , like the wife ULYSSES thrown By ...
... O'er books confum'd the midnight - oil ? Haft thou old Greece and Rome furvey'd , And the vaft fenfe of PLATO weigh'd ? Hath SOCRATES thy foul refin'd , " And haft thou fathom'd TULLY's mind ? Or , like the wife ULYSSES thrown By ...
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... O'er plains , and vales , and mountains go . 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 ...
... O'er plains , and vales , and mountains go . 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 ...
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... , Then opes the cheft with treasure ftor'd , And ftands in rapture o'er his hoard . But now , with fudden qualms poffeft , He wrings his hands , he beats his breaft . By By confcience ftung , he wildly ftares ; And thus 22 FABLE S.
... , Then opes the cheft with treasure ftor'd , And ftands in rapture o'er his hoard . But now , with fudden qualms poffeft , He wrings his hands , he beats his breaft . By By confcience ftung , he wildly ftares ; And thus 22 FABLE S.
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... o'er ? Virtue refides on earth no more ! He spoke , and figh'd . In angry mood , Plutus , his god , before him stood . The Mifer trembling , lock'd his cheft ; The Vision frown'd , and thus addreft . Whence is this vile ungrateful rant ...
... o'er ? Virtue refides on earth no more ! He spoke , and figh'd . In angry mood , Plutus , his god , before him stood . The Mifer trembling , lock'd his cheft ; The Vision frown'd , and thus addreft . Whence is this vile ungrateful rant ...
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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.