The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Volumen 42Samuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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... hold their breath ; And , though you duck them ne'er fo long , Not one falt drop e'er wets their tongue ' : ' Tis hence they scandal have at will , And that this member ne'er lies ftill THE THE QUID NUNK I'S : T A : LA E 22 POEM S. GAY'S.
... hold their breath ; And , though you duck them ne'er fo long , Not one falt drop e'er wets their tongue ' : ' Tis hence they scandal have at will , And that this member ne'er lies ftill THE THE QUID NUNK I'S : T A : LA E 22 POEM S. GAY'S.
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... fearch fhall wifer grow , When we ourselves can never know ? The little knowledge I have gain'd , - Was all from - fimple Nature drain'd ; I 255 30 Hence Hence my life's maxims took their rise , Hence grew 26 GAY'S POEMS .
... fearch fhall wifer grow , When we ourselves can never know ? The little knowledge I have gain'd , - Was all from - fimple Nature drain'd ; I 255 30 Hence Hence my life's maxims took their rise , Hence grew 26 GAY'S POEMS .
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With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical Samuel Johnson. Hence my life's maxims took their rise , Hence grew my settled hate to vice . The daily labours of the bee Awake my foul to industry : Who can obferve the careful ant , And not ...
With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical Samuel Johnson. Hence my life's maxims took their rise , Hence grew my settled hate to vice . The daily labours of the bee Awake my foul to industry : Who can obferve the careful ant , And not ...
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... hence we justly may presage The virtues of a riper age . True courage fhall your bofom fire , And future actions own your fire . Cowards are cruel ; but the brave Love mercy , and delight to fave . A Tiger , roaming for his prey Sprung ...
... hence we justly may presage The virtues of a riper age . True courage fhall your bofom fire , And future actions own your fire . Cowards are cruel ; but the brave Love mercy , and delight to fave . A Tiger , roaming for his prey Sprung ...
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... hence convey'd , And in the place a changeling laid . Where are the father's mouth and nofe ? The mother's eyes , as black as floes ? See , here , a fhocking aukward creature , That fpeaks a fool in every feature ! " " The woman's blind ...
... hence convey'd , And in the place a changeling laid . Where are the father's mouth and nofe ? The mother's eyes , as black as floes ? See , here , a fhocking aukward creature , That fpeaks a fool in every feature ! " " The woman's blind ...
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Página 73 - He rais'd his head with whining moan, And thus was heard the feeble tone : ' Ah ! sons ! from evil ways depart ; My crimes lie heavy on my heart. See, see the murder'd geese appear ! Why are those bleeding turkeys there ? Why all around this cackling train, Who haunt my ears for chicken slain?
Página 102 - Spare your comparisons,' replied An angry rose, who grew beside. 'Of all mankind, you should not flout us; What can a poet do without us! In every love-song roses bloom; We lend you colour and perfume. Does it to Chloe's charms conduce, To found her praise on our abuse? Must we, to flatter her, be made To wither, envy, pine and fade?
Página 88 - Dame, (quoth the Raven) spare your oaths, Unclench your fist, and wipe your clothes. But why on me those curses thrown ? Goody, the fault was all your own ; For had you laid this brittle ware On Dun, the old sure-footed mare, Though all the Ravens of the Hundred, With croaking had your tongue out-thunder'd, Sure-footed Dun had kept her legs, And you, good Woman, sav'd your eggs.
Página 23 - Hence grew my settled hate to vice. " 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.
Página 110 - Tis thus in friendship : who depend On many, rarely find a friend. A Hare, who in a civil way Complied with everything, like GAY, Was known by all the bestial train, Who haunt the wood or graze the plain. Her care was never to offend, And every creature was her friend.
Página 24 - And from the most minute and mean, A virtuous mind can morals glean. Thy fame is just, the sage replies ; Thy virtue proves thee truly wise.
Página 31 - 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.
Página 87 - I'll read my fable. .Betwixt her swagging pannier's 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.
Página 56 - Lord, the spirit there Might well a 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." "Observe the work!" My Lord replied, "Till now I thought my mouth was wide; Besides, my nose is somewhat long: Dear Sir, for me, 'tis far too young.
Página 33 - I grant, an ancient Ram replies, We bear no terror in our eyes ; Yet think us not of soul so tame, Which no repeated wrongs inflame ; Insensible of ev'ry ill, Because we want thy tusks to kill.