The Poetical Works of John Gay, Volum 2Lawrence and Bullen, 1893 |
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40 FABLE AJAX bear beauty Beggar's Opera beneath bosom breast breath charms cheat court courtiers creature cries cursed Daphnis dare dear death DEIDAMIA disgrace dread DUCAT e'er envy Ev'n ev'ry eyes fair fame fate fav'rite fear flatt'ry flies flowing tears foes fool Galanthis Gay's give gold grace hand hate hath hear heart heav'n honest honour hour Iolaus JOHN GAY Jove king knaves knew lover LUCY LYCOMEDES maid mankind marriage Mastiff mind Minuet Mohock ne'er never night nymph o'er pain passion PERIPHAS plain play pleasure Plutus POLLY praise prey pride PROLOGUE pursue race replied round says scorn shame song soul spleen sure swain sweet Molly tears thee thou thought toil tongue toy'd Twas vex'd virtue Whene'er wife Wife of Bath woman wretch youth ΙΟ
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Side 261 - 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 262 - The boatswain gave the dreadful word, The sails their swelling bosom spread, No longer must she stay aboard ; They kiss'd, she sigh'd, he hung his head. Her lessening boat unwilling rows to land ; 'Adieu!
Side 373 - Content thyself to be obscurely good. When vice prevails, and impious men bear sway, The post of honour is a private station.
Side 262 - 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.
Side 305 - How happy could I be with either, Were t'other dear Charmer away!
Side 262 - ... 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. ' Believe not what the landmen say Who tempt with doubts thy constant mind: They'll tell thee, sailors, when away, In every port a mistress find: Yes, yes, believe them when they tell thee so, For Thou art present wheresoe'er I go.
Side 290 - Twas when the seas were roaring With hollow blasts of wind, A damsel lay deploring All on a rock reclined.
Side 135 - And from the deep-mouth'd 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. What transport in her bosom grew, When first the Horse appear'd in view ! " Let me (says she) your back ascend, And owe my safety to a friend.
Side 73 - And man, that was his terror, scorns. Such is the country maiden's fright, When first a red-coat is in sight ; Behind the door she hides her face ; Next time at distance eyes the lace ; 30 She now can all his terrors stand, Nor from his squeeze withdraws her hand.
Side 112 - 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...