The Poetical Works of John Gay, Volum 2Little, Brown, 1854 |
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... of Sir Richard Blackmore ... • Contemplation on Night .. A Thought on Eternity . Epitaph of By - words .. My own Epitaph . • · 286 .289 ..293 .295 298 .300 302 .303 .304 THE FAN . Α ΡΟΕΜ . IN THREE BOOKS . CONTENTS . V.
... of Sir Richard Blackmore ... • Contemplation on Night .. A Thought on Eternity . Epitaph of By - words .. My own Epitaph . • · 286 .289 ..293 .295 298 .300 302 .303 .304 THE FAN . Α ΡΟΕΜ . IN THREE BOOKS . CONTENTS . V.
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... nights no more their soft endearments know . There on the piece the Volscian queen expired , The love of spoils her female bosom fired ; Gay Chloreus ' arms attract her longing eyes , And for the painted plume and helm she sighs ...
... nights no more their soft endearments know . There on the piece the Volscian queen expired , The love of spoils her female bosom fired ; Gay Chloreus ' arms attract her longing eyes , And for the painted plume and helm she sighs ...
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... night not once had slept , But watch'd our gracious sovereign still ; For who could rest while she was ill ? Oh ! may'st thou henceforth sweetly sleep : Sheer , swains ! oh ! sheer your softest sheep To swell his couch ; for well I ween ...
... night not once had slept , But watch'd our gracious sovereign still ; For who could rest while she was ill ? Oh ! may'st thou henceforth sweetly sleep : Sheer , swains ! oh ! sheer your softest sheep To swell his couch ; for well I ween ...
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... night . If in the soil you guide the crooked share , Your early breakfast is my constant care ; And when with even hand you strow the grain , I fright the thievish rooks from off the plain . In misling days when I my thrasher heard ...
... night . If in the soil you guide the crooked share , Your early breakfast is my constant care ; And when with even hand you strow the grain , I fright the thievish rooks from off the plain . In misling days when I my thrasher heard ...
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... night , or noon , or morn . Help me , ye gypsies ! bring him home again , s And to a constant lass give back her swain . • Have I not sate with thee full many a night , When dying embers were our only light , When every creature did in ...
... night , or noon , or morn . Help me , ye gypsies ! bring him home again , s And to a constant lass give back her swain . • Have I not sate with thee full many a night , When dying embers were our only light , When every creature did in ...
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ACIS amorous amorous song arms Astolpho beauty beneath Blouzelind boast bosom Bowzybeus breast bright Buxoma charms cheek Chloe confest cries crown'd dame damsel Daphnis DORIS dreadful ECLOGUE Ev'n eyes fair faithless fame fate fear flame flies flow gold Goltho Gondibert grace grove hand haste hath hear heart heel I three lass lips lonely grove lord lovers Lubberkin maid mark the ground MELAN morn mourn Muse ne'er night numbers nymph o'er passion penknife pinners plain pleas'd POLYPH POLYPHEMUS praise pride Quadrille rais'd rose round rove shade sharp heel shepherd shine Sigebert sighs sing smiles soft song sorrow soul sound sprite Straight strains sung swain sweet Molly swell tears thee thou three times mark tongue trembling turn me thrice Twas Ulfinore verse Virg virgin vows wanton ween wind wood youth
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Side 31 - As one who, long in populous city pent, Where houses thick and sewers annoy the air, Forth issuing on a summer's morn, to breathe Among the pleasant villages and farms Adjoin'd, from each thing met conceives delight ; The smell of grain, or tedded grass, or kine, Or dairy, each rural sight, each rural sound...
Side 56 - As peasecods once I pluck'd, I chanc'd to see, One that was closely fill'd with three times three, Which when I cropp'd I safely home convey'd, And o'er the door the spell in secret laid ; My wheel...
Side 54 - Last Valentine, the day when birds of kind Their paramours with mutual chirpings find, I early rose, just at the break of day, Before the sun had chased the stars away; Afield I went, amid the morning dew, To milk my kine (for so should huswives do): Thee first I spied, and the first swain we see, In spite of fortune, shall our true love be.
Side 58 - twas night ; My purse grew heavy, and my basket light. Straight to the 'pothecary's shop I went, And in love-powder all my money spent : Behap what will, next Sunday, after prayers, "When to the alehouse Lubberkin repairs, These golden flies into his mug I'll throw, And soon the swain with fervent love shall glow. * With my sharp heel I three times mark the ground, And turn me thrice around, around, around.
Side 52 - 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 ; — Yet sure a lover should not die so mean!
Side 163 - Oh ! where shall I my true love find ? Tell me, ye jovial sailors, tell me true, If my sweet William sails among the crew?
Side 128 - Fishes and fowls deliciously unite, To feast at once the taste, the smell, and sight : So, Bernard ! must a miscellany be Compounded of all kinds of poetry ; The Muses' olio, which all tastes may fit, And treat each reader with his darling wit.
Side 139 - The milk-maid (thoughtless of her future shame) With smacking lip shall raise his guilty flame; The dairy, barn, the hay-loft and the grove Shall oft' be conscious of their stolen love.
Side 55 - Two hazel nuts I threw into the flame, And to each nut I gave a sweetheart'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.
Side 55 - I seiz'd the vermin, home I quickly sped, And on the hearth the milk-white embers spread. Slow crawl'd the snail, and if I right can spell, In the soft ashes mark'da curious L : Oh, may this wondrous omen lucky prove ! For L is found in Lubberkin and Love.