Flowers of Fable: Culled from Epictetus, Croxall, Dodsley, Gay, Cowper, Pope, Moore, Merrick, Denis, and Tapner
Epictetus, Samuel Croxall, John Gay, William Cowper, Alexander Pope, Jean de La Fontaine, Ignacy Krasicki, James Merrick, Charles Denis, John Tapner
Vizetelly, Branston and Company Fleet Street., 1832 - Всего страниц: 352
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Стр. 209 - Oft has it been my lot to mark A proud, conceited, talking spark, With eyes that hardly served at most To guard their master 'gainst a post ; Yet round the world the blade has been To see whatever could be seen, Returning from his finished tour, Grown ten times perter than before.
Стр. 165 - Nor yet at eve his note suspended, Nor yet when eventide was ended, Began to feel, as well he might, The keen demands of appetite ; When, looking eagerly around, He spied far off, upon the ground, A something shining in the dark, And knew the glowworm by his spark ; So stooping down from hawthorn top, He thought to put him in his crop. The worm, aware of his intent, Harangued him thus, right eloquent : —
Стр. 11 - The daily labours of the bee Awake my soul to industry : Who can observe the careful ant, And not provide for future want ? / My dog (the trustiest of his kind) / With gratitude inflames my mind : I mark his true, his faithful way, V And in my service copy Tray.
Стр. 93 - 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.
Стр. 210 - Hold there," the other quick replies, " Tis green, I saw it with these eyes, As late with open mouth it lay, And warmed it in the sunny ray; Stretched at its ease the beast I viewed, And saw it eat the air for food." "I've seen it, sir, as well as you, And must again affirm it blue; At leisure I the beast surveyed Extended in the cooling shade.
Стр. 164 - A NIGHTINGALE, that all day long Had cheer'd the village with his song, Nor yet at eve his note suspended, Nor yet when eventide was ended, • Began to feel, as well he might. The keen demands of appetite ; When, looking eagerly around, He spied far...
Стр. 9 - 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 ; His hours in cheerful labour flew, : Nor envy nor ambition knew : His wisdom and his honest fame Through all the country rais'd his name. 2. A deep philosopher...
Стр. 256 - gan in haste the drawers explore, The lowest first, and without stop The rest in order to the top. For 'tis a truth well known to most, That whatsoever thing is lost, We seek it, ere it come to light, In every cranny but the right.
Стр. 15 - His now-forgotten friend, a snail, Beneath his house, with slimy trail Crawls o'er the grass; whom when he spies, In wrath he to the gard'ner cries: 'What means yon peasant's daily toil, From choking weeds to rid the soil?
Стр. 16 - How insolent is upstart pride !• Had'st thou not thus, with insult* vain, Provok'd my patience to complain, I had conceal'd thy meaner birth, Nor trac'd thee to the scum of earth ; For scarce nine suns have wak'd the hours, To swell the fruit, and paint the...