The British poets, including translations, Band 32

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C. Whittingham, 1822
 

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Seite 102 - 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 17 - REMOTE from cities liv'da swain, Unvex'd with all the cares of gain ; His head was silver'd o'er with age, And long experience made him sage ; In summer's heat and winter's cold, He fed his flock and penn'd the fold ; His hours in cheerful labour flew, Nor envy nor ambition...
Seite 10 - Dr. Swift had been observing once to Mr. Gay, what an odd pretty sort of a thing a Newgate Pastoral might make. Gay was inclined to try at such a thing for some time; but afterwards thought it would be better to write a comedy on the same plan. This was what gave rise to the Beggar's Opera.
Seite 11 - The person who acted Polly, till then obscure, became all at once the favourite of the town ; her pictures were engraved, and sold in great numbers ; her life written, books of VOL
Seite 9 - will make you sure of a clean shirt and a shoulder of mutton every day." This counsel was rejected; the profit and principal were lost ; and Gay sunk under the calamity so low, that his life became in danger. By the care of his friends, among whom Pope appears to have shown particular tenderness, his health was restored ; and, returning to his studies, he wrote a tragedy called The Captives, which he was invited to read before the Princess of Wales.
Seite 79 - 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 Heav'n 'tis true) Bounce from the fire a coffin flew. Next post some fatal news shall tell: God send my Cornish friends be well!
Seite 101 - The goat remark'd her pulse was high, Her languid head, her heavy eye ; "My back," says he, "may do you harm; The sheep's at hand, and wool is warm.
Seite 12 - Of this performance, when it was printed, the reception was different, according to the different opinion of ils readers. Swift commended it for the excellence of its morality, as a piece that " placed all kinds of vice in the strongest and most odious light;" but others, and among them Dr.
Seite 181 - With what delight the rapid course 1 view! How does my eye the circling race pursue! He snaps deceitful air with empty jaws, The subtle hare darts swift beneath his paws: She flies, he stretches: now with nimble bound Eager he presses on, but overshoots his ground: She turns, he winds, and soon regains the way, Then tears with gory mouth the screaming prey.
Seite 201 - And show the parent of the sable race. Like mortal man, great Jove (grown fond of change) Of old was wont this nether world to range, To seek amours ; the vice the monarch lov'd.

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