The Poetical Works of John Gay: Including 'Polly', 'The Beggar's Opera' and Selections from the Other Dramatic WorkOxford University Press, H. Milford, 1926 - 700 páginas |
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Términos y frases comunes
Acis and Galatea Ajax Araxes arms Ballad bear beauty Beggar's Opera Bell beneath bosom breast charms cheek croud dame dear death Deidamia DIONE Diphilus Ducat dy'd e'er Eclogues Epistle Ev'n ev'ry eyes Fables fair fame fate fear flame flies Folio Gay's give Goddess grace hackney horse hand happy hast hath hear heart Heav'n honour hour Hydarnes John Gay Lady lass LAURA lines London Lord lovers Lubberkin Lucy LYCIDA Lycom Lycomedes Madam maid Miscellanies Mohocks Muse ne'er never night numbers nymph o'er PARTHENIA passion Peach Periphas Phra Phraortes pieces plain pleasure Poems Polly pow'r pride printed Pyrrha remainder round SCENE shepherd shine show'r sighs song Sophernes soul strains street sure swain sweet Swift tears Theas thee thou thought tongue Tonson town trembling Twas Underhill verse Virg wife wind woman wou'd wretch youth
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Página 182 - 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.
Página 42 - I'll speed me to the pond, where the high stool On the long plank hangs o'er the muddy pool, That stool, the dread of every scolding quean.
Página 636 - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.
Página xviii - REMOTE from cities liv'da swain, ./ . Unvex'd with all the cares of gain: /(', " His head was silver'd o'er with age, And long experience made him sage; In summer's heat and winter's cold, He fed his flock and penn'd the fold...
Página 111 - Oft have I seen a skilful angler try The various colours of the treacherous fly ; When he with fruitless pain hath skimm'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 size; Then round his hook the chosen fur he winds, And on the...
Página 236 - 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.
Página 237 - And pant already to redress. Go on ; the height of good attain, Nor let a nation hope in vain : For hence we justly may presage The virtues of a riper age.
Página 269 - I knew; Now grateful man rewards my pains, And gives me all these wide domains. At will I crop the year's increase; My latter life is rest and peace. I grant to man we lend our pains, And aid him to correct the plains; But doth not he divide the care, Through all the labours of the year? How many thousand structures rise, To fence us from inclement skies ! For us he bears the sultry day, And stores up all our winter's hay. He sows, he reaps the harvest's gain; We share the toil, and share the grain....
Página 274 - 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 back her mazy round, Till, fainting in the public way, Half dead with fear she gasping lay.
Página 53 - How pedlars' stalls with glitt'ring toys are laid, The various fairings of the country maid. Long silken laces hang upon the twine, And rows of pins and amber bracelets shine ; How the tight lass, knives, combs, and scissors spies, And looks on thimbles with desiring eyes. Of lott'ries next with tuneful note he told, Where silver spoons are won, and rings of gold.