The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Volume 42Samuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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... once had been ! ' Tis now degraded to a public inn . Straight he difmounts , repeats his loud commands : Swift at the gate the ready landlord ftands ; With frequent cringe he bows , and begs excufe , His houfe was full , and every bed ...
... once had been ! ' Tis now degraded to a public inn . Straight he difmounts , repeats his loud commands : Swift at the gate the ready landlord ftands ; With frequent cringe he bows , and begs excufe , His houfe was full , and every bed ...
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... once a year's tranfgreffion ; But every week fet all things even , And balanc'd her accounts with Heaven . Behold her now in humble guife , Upon her knees with down - caft eyes VOL . II . C Before · Before the Prieft : fhe thus begins ...
... once a year's tranfgreffion ; But every week fet all things even , And balanc'd her accounts with Heaven . Behold her now in humble guife , Upon her knees with down - caft eyes VOL . II . C Before · Before the Prieft : fhe thus begins ...
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... once from human eyes " The feat where female honour lies ; " And , though thrice dipt from top to toe , " I still fecur'd the poft below , And guarded it with grasp so fast " Not one drop through my fingers past . " Thus owe I to my ...
... once from human eyes " The feat where female honour lies ; " And , though thrice dipt from top to toe , " I still fecur'd the poft below , And guarded it with grasp so fast " Not one drop through my fingers past . " Thus owe I to my ...
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... once cut fhort my profperous days , * And , sentenc'd to retain my nature , " Transform'd me to this crawling creature . " Doom'd to a life obfcure and mean , " I wander in the fylvan fcene : " For Jove the heart alone regards ; " He ...
... once cut fhort my profperous days , * And , sentenc'd to retain my nature , " Transform'd me to this crawling creature . " Doom'd to a life obfcure and mean , " I wander in the fylvan fcene : " For Jove the heart alone regards ; " He ...
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... , thy fate . " With goring wound 35 At once he lifts him from the ground : Aloft the fprawling hero flies , Mangled he falls , he howls , and dies . FABLE FABLE X. THE ELEPHANT AND THE BOOKSELLER . HE man 44 POEMS . GAY'S.
... , thy fate . " With goring wound 35 At once he lifts him from the ground : Aloft the fprawling hero flies , Mangled he falls , he howls , and dies . FABLE FABLE X. THE ELEPHANT AND THE BOOKSELLER . HE man 44 POEMS . GAY'S.
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Halaman 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?
Halaman 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?
Halaman 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.
Halaman 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.
Halaman 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.
Halaman 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.
Halaman 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.
Halaman 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.
Halaman 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.
Halaman 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.