The Poetical Works of John Gay, Volum 2Lawrence and Bullen, 1893 |
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Frases i termes més freqüents
Alcmena arms bear beauty Beggar's Opera beneath boast bosom breast breath charms court courtiers creature cries cursed dame Daphnis dear death DEIDAMIA disgrace dread DUCAT e'er envy Ev'n ev'ry eyes FABLE fair fame fate fav'rite fear flame flatt'ry flies flowing tears foes fool Galanthis Gay's give grace hand hate hath hear heart heav'n honest honour hour Iolaus JOHN GAY Jove king knaves knew lover LUCY LYCOMEDES maid mankind marriage midnight oil mind Minuet Mohock ne'er Nessus never night nymph o'er pain passion PERIPHAS plain play pleasure Plutus POLLY praise prey pride PROLOGUE pursue race rage replied round says scorn shame song soul sure sweet Molly Swift tears thee thou thought toil tongue toy'd Twas vex'd virtue Whene'er wife Wife of Bath woman wretch youth ΙΟ
Passatges populars
Pàgina 265 - Though battle call me from thy arms, Let not my pretty Susan mourn ; Though cannons roar, yet safe from harms, William shall to his dear return. Love turns aside the balls that round me fly, Lest precious tears should drop from Susan's eye.
Pàgina 263 - Susan, Susan, lovely dear, My vows shall ever true remain ; Let me kiss off that falling tear; We only part to meet again. Change as ye list, ye winds; my heart shall be The faithful compass that still points to thee.
Pàgina 375 - Not far from that most celebrated place, Where angry Justice shows her awful face ; Where little villains must submit to fate, That great ones may enjoy the world in state...
Pàgina 307 - How happy could I be with either, Were t'other dear Charmer away!
Pàgina 113 - 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.
Pàgina 314 - POLLY. Hither, dear husband, turn your eyes. LUCY. Bestow one glance to cheer me. POLLY. Think, with that look, thy Polly dies. LUCY. Oh, shun me not— but hear me. POLLY. 'Tis Polly sues. LUCY. — 'Tis Lucy speaks. POLLY. Is thus true love requited?
Pàgina 135 - 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; a...
Pàgina 292 - Twelve months are gone and over, And nine long tedious days. Why didst thou, vent'rous lover, Why didst thou trust the seas? Cease, cease, thou cruel ocean, And let my lover rest: Ah! what's thy troubled motion To that within my breast? The merchant, robbed of pleasure, Sees tempests in despair; But what's the loss of treasure To losing of my dear?
Pàgina 51 - Thy fame is just, the sage replies ; Thy virtue proves thee truly wise. Pride often guides the author's pen ; Books as affected are as men : But he who studies nature's laws, From certain truth his maxims draws ; And those, without our schools, suffice To make men moral, good, and wise.
Pàgina 136 - The Goat remark'd her pulse was high, Her languid head, her heavy eye : My back, says he, may do you harm ; The Sheep's at hand, and wool is warm.