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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... disgrace . ' ' Why so severe ? ( the Cub replies ) Our senate always held me wise . ' ' How weak is pride ! ( returns the sire ) All fools are vain when fools admire ! But know , what stupid asses prize , Lions and noble beasts despise ...
... disgrace . ' ' Why so severe ? ( the Cub replies ) Our senate always held me wise . ' ' How weak is pride ! ( returns the sire ) All fools are vain when fools admire ! But know , what stupid asses prize , Lions and noble beasts despise ...
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... disgrace ? What envious hand hath robb'd your face ? -- When thus the fop with smiles of scorn : ' Are beards by civil nations worn ? Ev'n Muscovites have mow'd their chins . Shall we , like formal Capuchins , Stubborn in pride , retain ...
... disgrace ? What envious hand hath robb'd your face ? -- When thus the fop with smiles of scorn : ' Are beards by civil nations worn ? Ev'n Muscovites have mow'd their chins . Shall we , like formal Capuchins , Stubborn in pride , retain ...
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... disgrace . ' ' What arrogance ! ( the Snail replied ) How insolent is upstart pride ! Hadst thou not thus , with insult vain , Provok'd my patience to complain , I had conceal'd thy meaner birth , Nor trac'd thee to the scum of earth ...
... disgrace . ' ' What arrogance ! ( the Snail replied ) How insolent is upstart pride ! Hadst thou not thus , with insult vain , Provok'd my patience to complain , I had conceal'd thy meaner birth , Nor trac'd thee to the scum of earth ...
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... disgrace , Denouncing war to all thy race ? Can nothing quell thy thunder's rage , Which spares nor friend , nor sex , nor age ? That vixen tongue of your's , my dear , Alarms our neighbours far and near . Good gods ! ' tis like a ...
... disgrace , Denouncing war to all thy race ? Can nothing quell thy thunder's rage , Which spares nor friend , nor sex , nor age ? That vixen tongue of your's , my dear , Alarms our neighbours far and near . Good gods ! ' tis like a ...
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... disgrace , Another cat supplied her place ; The hound was beat , the Mastiff chid , The monkey was the room forbid ; Each to his dearest friend grew shy , And none could tell the reason why . A plan to rob the house was laid : The thief ...
... disgrace , Another cat supplied her place ; The hound was beat , the Mastiff chid , The monkey was the room forbid ; Each to his dearest friend grew shy , And none could tell the reason why . A plan to rob the house was laid : The thief ...
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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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!
Page 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.
Page 73 - Tis conquest to assert your right. How cumb'rous is the gilded coach! The pride of man is our reproach. Were we...
Page 114 - Till spent for lack of breath, quite weary grown, Upon a rising bank I sat adown...