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עמוד 25 - When he with fruitless pain hath skirnm'd the brook, And the coy fish rejects the skipping hook, He shakes the boughs that on the margin grow, Which o'er the stream a waving forest throw, When if an insect fall, (his certain guide) He gently takes him from the whirling tide, Examines well his form with curious eyes, His gaudy vest, his wings, his horns, and...
עמוד xv - OF manners gentle, of affections mild ; In wit a man, simplicity a child : With native humour temp'ring virtuous rage, Form'd to delight at once and lash the age : Above temptation in a low estate, And uncorrupted ev'n among the great : 6 A safe companion, and an easy friend, Unblam'd thro
עמוד 62 - Shepherds; which is, soothly to say, such as is neither spoken by the country Maiden nor the courtly Dame; nay, not only such as in the present Times is not uttered, but was never uttered in Times past; and, if I judge aright, will never be uttered in Times future.
עמוד 29 - Now to the copse thy lesser spaniel take, Teach him to range the ditch, and force the brake ; Not closest coverts can protect the game : Hark ! the dog opens ; take thy certain aim. The woodcock flutters ; how he wavering flies ! The wood resounds : he wheels, he drops, he dies.
עמוד 84 - Two Hazel-Nuts I threw into the Flame, And to each Nut I gave a Sweet-heart's Name. This with the loudest Bounce me sore amaz'd, That in a Flame of brightest Colour blaz'd. As blaz'd the Nut so may thy Passion grow, For 'twas thy Nut that did so brightly glow.
עמוד xi - O that I had never known what a court was! Dear Pope, what a barren soil (to me so) have I been striving to produce something out of! Why did I not take your advice before my writing fables for the duke, not to write them? Or rather, to write them for some young nobleman? It is my very hard fate, I must get nothing, write for them or against them.
עמוד 128 - He thinly spreads them through the publick square, Where, all beside the rail, rang'd beggars lie, And from each other catch the doleful cry; With heav'n, for two-pence, cheaply wipes his score, '"''' Lifts up his eyes, and hasts to beggar more.
עמוד 143 - Who has not trembled at the Mohock's name ? Was there a watchman took his hourly rounds, Safe from their blows, or new-invented wounds...
עמוד 83 - With my sharp Heel I three times mark the Ground, And turn me thrice around, around, around.