The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Volume 42Samuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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... What is the statesman's vast ambitious scheme , But a short vifion , and a golden dream ? Power , wealth , and title , elevate his hope ; He wakes : but , for a garter , finds a rope . THE M A A THE D DO G. · TALE . 16 GAY'S POEMS .
... What is the statesman's vast ambitious scheme , But a short vifion , and a golden dream ? Power , wealth , and title , elevate his hope ; He wakes : but , for a garter , finds a rope . THE M A A THE D DO G. · TALE . 16 GAY'S POEMS .
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... Know , thofe , who violence purfue , Give to themselves the vengeance due ; For in these maffacres they find The two chief plagues that waste mankind . 5 10 15 20 D 3 Our Our skin supplies the wrangling bar , It wakes their [ 37 ]
... Know , thofe , who violence purfue , Give to themselves the vengeance due ; For in these maffacres they find The two chief plagues that waste mankind . 5 10 15 20 D 3 Our Our skin supplies the wrangling bar , It wakes their [ 37 ]
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... wakes their flumbering fons to war ; And well Revenge may reft contented , Since drums and parchment were invented . ” 25 TH FABLE VI . THE MISER AND PLUTUS . HE wind was high , the window fhakes , With fudden ftart the Mifer wakes ...
... wakes their flumbering fons to war ; And well Revenge may reft contented , Since drums and parchment were invented . ” 25 TH FABLE VI . THE MISER AND PLUTUS . HE wind was high , the window fhakes , With fudden ftart the Mifer wakes ...
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... wake ? ' Twas beauty caus'd the bold mistake . Thofe cherry - lips that breathe perfume , That cheek fo ripe with youthful bloom , Made me with strong defire purfue The fairest peach that ever grew . " · “ Strike him not , Jenny , Doris ...
... wake ? ' Twas beauty caus'd the bold mistake . Thofe cherry - lips that breathe perfume , That cheek fo ripe with youthful bloom , Made me with strong defire purfue The fairest peach that ever grew . " · “ Strike him not , Jenny , Doris ...
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... Wake envy in each ugly face , And buzzing scandal fills the place . FABLE XII . CUPID , HYMEN , AND PLUTUS . S Cupid in Cythera's grove AS Employ'd the leffer powers of Love , Some fhape the bow , or fit the ftring , Some give the taper ...
... Wake envy in each ugly face , And buzzing scandal fills the place . FABLE XII . CUPID , HYMEN , AND PLUTUS . S Cupid in Cythera's grove AS Employ'd the leffer powers of Love , Some fhape the bow , or fit the ftring , Some give the taper ...
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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.