The Poetical Works of John Gay: In Three Volumes. Collated with the Best Editions:Printed at the Stanhope Press, by Charles Whittingham, ... for J. Sharpe, 1808 |
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... VIRG . ADVERTISEMENT . THE world , I believe , will take so little notice of me , that I need not take much of it . The critics may see by this Poem , that I walk on foot , which probably may save me from their envy . I should be sorry ...
... VIRG . ADVERTISEMENT . THE world , I believe , will take so little notice of me , that I need not take much of it . The critics may see by this Poem , that I walk on foot , which probably may save me from their envy . I should be sorry ...
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... coachman snores , And dreams of fancied fares ; when tavern - doors 150 Haud equidem credo , quia sit divinitus illis Ingenium , aut rerum fato prudentia major . Virg . Georg . 1 . Book 1 . TRIVIA . 25 3853 155 160 The 24 Book 1 . TRIVIA .
... coachman snores , And dreams of fancied fares ; when tavern - doors 150 Haud equidem credo , quia sit divinitus illis Ingenium , aut rerum fato prudentia major . Virg . Georg . 1 . Book 1 . TRIVIA . 25 3853 155 160 The 24 Book 1 . TRIVIA .
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... VIRG . THE PROEME TO THE COURTEOUS READER . GREAT marvel hath it been , ( and that not unwor- thily ) to diverse worthy wits , that in this our island of Britain , in all rare sciences so greatly abounding , more especially in all kinds ...
... VIRG . THE PROEME TO THE COURTEOUS READER . GREAT marvel hath it been , ( and that not unwor- thily ) to diverse worthy wits , that in this our island of Britain , in all rare sciences so greatly abounding , more especially in all kinds ...
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... , sua laurea Phœbo . Phillis amat corylos . Illas dum Phillis amabit , Nec myrtus vincet corylos nec laurea Phœbi , & c . Virg . Pudding our parson eats , the ' squire loves hare 102 MONDAY : OR , THE SQUABBLE . Past . 1 ;
... , sua laurea Phœbo . Phillis amat corylos . Illas dum Phillis amabit , Nec myrtus vincet corylos nec laurea Phœbi , & c . Virg . Pudding our parson eats , the ' squire loves hare 102 MONDAY : OR , THE SQUABBLE . Past . 1 ;
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... Virg . Virg . But see the sunbeams bright to labour warn , 121 Past . 1 . 103 MONDAY : OR , THE SQUABBLE .
... Virg . Virg . But see the sunbeams bright to labour warn , 121 Past . 1 . 103 MONDAY : OR , THE SQUABBLE .
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arms bear beauty beneath bids blood Blouzelind bosom breast breath Buxoma CHARLES WHITTINGHAM charms cheek Civic crown Cloacina clown coach court creature cries crowd curs'd damsel disdain disgrace Eclogues envy Ev'n eyes fair fame fate flame flatter flies foes fool glow goddess grace grow hand happy hath head heart Heav'n heel I three honest honour hound JOHN GAY JOHN SHARPE Jove knaves labour lasses Leather Lane Lubberkin maid mankind Mastiff mind morn Muse ne'er never night nymph o'er plain Plutus POLYPH POLYPHEMUS pow'r praise prey pride pursue race rais'd replies rose round says scorn sharp heel shepherds show'r skies snail song spoke spread street swain sweet swell thee Theseus thou thought three times mark toil tongue train tread Turkey turn me thrice Twas vex'd Virg ween Whene'er wind youth
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Seite 2 - From nature too I take my rule, To shun contempt and ridicule. I never, with important air, In conversation overbear. Can grave and formal pass for wise, When men the solemn owl despise? My tongue within my lips I rein; For who talks much, must talk in vain.
Seite 86 - of tender age, In this important care engage? Older and abler passed you by ; How strong are those, how weak am I ! Should I presume to bear you hence, Those friends of mine may take offence. Excuse me, then. You know my heart. But dearest friends, alas ! must part ! How shall we all lament : Adieu ! For see, the hounds are just in view.
Seite 2 - The daily labours of the bee Awake my soul to industry : Who can observe the careful ant, And not provide for future want ? My dog (the trustiest of his kind) With gratitude inflames my mind : I mark his true, his faithful way, And in my service copy Tray. 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.
Seite 84 - Behind she hears the hunter's cries, 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...
Seite 64 - 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.
Seite 85 - 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...
Seite 64 - Alas! you know the cause too well: The salt is spilt, to me it fell. Then, to contribute to my loss, My knife and fork were laid across; On Friday too! the day I dread! Would I were safe at home in bed! Last night (I vow to heaven 'tis true) Bounce from the fire a coffin flew. Next post some fatal news shall tell, God send my Cornish friends be well!
Seite 116 - This lady-fly I take from off the grass, Whose spotted back might scarlet red surpass: ' Fly, lady-bird, North, South, or East, or West, Fly where the man is found that I love best.
Seite 73 - Tis conquest to assert your right. How cumb'rous is the gilded coach! The pride of man is our reproach. Were we...
Seite 114 - Till spent for lack of breath, quite weary grown, Upon a rising bank I sat adown...