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 |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 46
עמוד 9
... gives you power above the rest , Like Heav'n , to succour the distrest . ' The case is plain , ( the monarch said ) False glory hath my youth misled ; For beasts of prey , a servile train , Have been the flatterers of my reign . You ...
... gives you power above the rest , Like Heav'n , to succour the distrest . ' The case is plain , ( the monarch said ) False glory hath my youth misled ; For beasts of prey , a servile train , Have been the flatterers of my reign . You ...
עמוד 11
... GIVE me a son . ' The blessing sent , Were ever parents more content ? How partial are their doting eyes ! No child is half so fair and wise . Wak'd to the morning's pleasing care , The Mother rose and sought her heir . She saw the ...
... GIVE me a son . ' The blessing sent , Were ever parents more content ? How partial are their doting eyes ! No child is half so fair and wise . Wak'd to the morning's pleasing care , The Mother rose and sought her heir . She saw the ...
עמוד 12
... give our sprightly race away For the dull helpless sons of Clay ! Besides , by partial fondness shown , Like you we dote upon our own . Where yet was ever found a Mother Who'd give her booby for another ? And should we change with human ...
... give our sprightly race away For the dull helpless sons of Clay ! Besides , by partial fondness shown , Like you we dote upon our own . Where yet was ever found a Mother Who'd give her booby for another ? And should we change with human ...
עמוד 14
... no repeated wrongs inflame ; Insensible of every ill , Because we want thy tusks to kill . Know , those who violence pursue , Give to themselves the vengeance due ; For in these massacres they find The two chief plagues 14 Part 1 . FABLES .
... no repeated wrongs inflame ; Insensible of every ill , Because we want thy tusks to kill . Know , those who violence pursue , Give to themselves the vengeance due ; For in these massacres they find The two chief plagues 14 Part 1 . FABLES .
עמוד 25
... give the taper shaft its wing , Or turn the polish'd quiver's mould , Or head the darts with temper'd gold . Amidst their toil and various care Thus Hymen , with assuming air , Address'd the god : Thou purblind Chit , Of awkward and ill ...
... give the taper shaft its wing , Or turn the polish'd quiver's mould , Or head the darts with temper'd gold . Amidst their toil and various care Thus Hymen , with assuming air , Address'd the god : Thou purblind Chit , Of awkward and ill ...
מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
arms bear beauty beneath bids blood Blouzelind bosom breast breath Buxoma CHARLES WHITTINGHAM charms cheek Civic crown Cloacina clown coach court creature cries crowd curs'd damsel disdain disgrace Eclogues envy Ev'n eyes fair fame fate flame flatter flies foes fool glow goddess grace grow hand happy hath head heart Heav'n heel I three honest honour hound JOHN GAY JOHN SHARPE Jove knaves labour lasses Leather Lane Lubberkin maid mankind Mastiff mind morn Muse ne'er never night nymph o'er plain Plutus POLYPH POLYPHEMUS pow'r praise prey pride pursue race rais'd replies rose round says scorn sharp heel shepherds show'r skies snail song spoke spread street swain sweet swell thee Theseus thou thought three times mark toil tongue train tread Turkey turn me thrice Twas vex'd Virg ween Whene'er wind youth
קטעים בולטים
עמוד 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.
עמוד 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.
עמוד 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.
עמוד 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...
עמוד 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.
עמוד 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...
עמוד 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!
עמוד 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.
עמוד 73 - Tis conquest to assert your right. How cumb'rous is the gilded coach! The pride of man is our reproach. Were we...
עמוד 114 - Till spent for lack of breath, quite weary grown, Upon a rising bank I sat adown...