Fables

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K. Paul, Trench, 1884 - 238 pages
 

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Page xxxvi - Life is a jest, and all things show it, I thought so once, but now I know it, with what more you may think proper.
Page xxxvi - Unblamed thro' life, lamented in thy End. These are thy Honours ! not that here thy bust Is mix'd with Heroes, or with Kings thy dust: But that the Worthy and the Good shall say. Striking their pensive bosoms — 'Here lies GAY!
Page 129 - Friendship, like love, is but a name, Unless to one you stint the flame. The child, whom many fathers share, Hath seldom known a father's care.
Page 15 - Just as she spoke, a Pigmy Sprite Pops through the key-hole, swift as light; Perch'd on the cradle's top he stands, And thus her folly reprimands. Whence sprung the vain conceited lie, That we the world with fools supply ? What! 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 breed, Well might we pass for fools indeed.
Page 1 - 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...
Page 130 - 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. What transport in her bosom grew, When first the Horse appeared in view ! " Let me," says she, " your back ascend, And owe my safety to a friend.
Page xxxvi - Unblam'd through life, lamented in thy end, These are thy honours ! not that here thy bust Is mix'd with heroes, or with kings thy dust ; But that the worthy and the good shall say, Striking their pensive bosoms — Here lies GAY...
Page 29 - The man who, with undaunted toils, Sails unknown seas to unknown soils, With various wonders feasts his sight: What stranger wonders does he write! We read, and in description view Creatures which Adam never knew: For, when we risk no contradiction, It prompts the tongue to deal in fiction.
Page 114 - When I had health and strength like you, The toils of servitude 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...
Page 183 - Some at the sounding anvil glow ; Some the swift-sliding shuttle throw, Some, studious of the wind and tide, From pole to pole our commerce guide...

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