Introductory memoir, longer poems, Epistles and epistolatory verse. Eclogues.- v.2. Translations. Prdogues and epiloguos, Fables. Poems from 'Gay's chair', Miscellaneous pieces, Songs and ballads
Lawrence and Bullen, 1893
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Seite 67 - Adjoin'd, from each thing met conceives delight ; The smell of grain, or tedded grass, or kine, Or dairy, each rural sight, each rural sound...
Seite 22 - Oft have I seen a skilful angler try The various colours of the treacherous fly ; When he with fruitless pain hath skimm'd the brook, And the coy fish rejects the skipping hook, He shakes the boughs that on the margin grow, Which o'er the stream a waving forest throw, When if an insect fall, (his certain guide) He gently takes him from the whirling tide, Examines well his form with curious eyes, His gaudy vest, his wings, his horns, and size; Then round his hook the chosen fur he winds, And on the...
Seite 259 - To frame the little animal, provide All the gay hues that wait on female pride ; Let Nature guide thee ! sometimes golden wire The shining bellies of the fly require ; The peacock's plumes thy tackle must not fail, Nor the dear purchase of the sable's tail. Each gaudy bird some slender tribute brings, And lends the growing insect proper wings : Silks of all colours must their aid impart, And every fur promote the fisher's art.
Seite 231 - The milk-maid (thoughtless of her future shame) With smacking lip shall raise his guilty flame; The dairy, barn, the hay-loft and the grove Shall oft' be conscious of their stolen love.
Seite 95 - With my sharp Heel I three times mark the Ground, And turn me thrice around, around, around.
Seite liv - I see it in the eyes of them.' This was a good while before the first act was over, and so gave us ease soon ; for...
Seite 142 - And boys with pleasure heard her shrilling strain. .Ah ! Doll ! all mortals must resign their breath, And industry itself submit to death. The cracking crystal yields ; she sinks, she dies ; Her head, chopt off, from her lost shoulders flies : sx Pippins she cry'd, but death her voice confounds, And pip,-pip,-pip, along the ice resounds.
Seite 107 - The mountebank now treads the stage, and sells His pills, his balsams, and his ague-spells; Now o'er and o'er the nimble tumbler springs, And on the rope the venturous maiden swings; Jack Pudding, in his party-coloured jacket, Tosses the glove, and jokes at every packet.
Seite 67 - Thou wilt not find my shepherdesses idly piping on oaten reeds, but milking the kine, tying up the sheaves, or if the hogs are astray driving them to their styes. My shepherd gathereth none other nosegays but what are the growth of our own fields, he sleepeth not under myrtle shades, but under a hedge, nor doth he vigilantly defend his flocks from wolves, because there are none...