Piscatory Eclogues: With Other Poetical Miscellanies

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A. Kincaid and W. Creech, 1771 - 151 páginas
 

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Página 57 - What recks it them? What need they? They are sped; And when they list, their lean and flashy songs Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw ; The hungry sheep look up and are not fed, But swoln with wind and the rank mist they draw, Rot inwardly and foul contagion spread; Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said. But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once and smite no more.
Página 3 - Ceyx bed, Had left her young birds to the wavering sea, Bidding him calm his proud white-curled head, And change his mountains to a champian lea; The time when gentle Flora's lover...
Página 27 - One day (as chane't) he spied that painted boat Which once was his : though his of right it were, He bought it now again, and bought it deare. But Chame to Gripus gave it once again, Gripus, the basest and most dung-hill swain, That ever drew a net, or flsht in fruitful main, xv. Go now, ye fisher-boys, go learn to play, To play and sing along your Cbauius...
Página 51 - Thelgon, my pipe is whole, and nets are new: But nets and pipe contemn'd, and idle lie: My little reed, that late so merry blew, Tunes sad notes to his master's...
Página 71 - No sooner drinks he down that poisonous eye, But mourns and pines: (ah piteous crueltie!) With her he longs to live; for her he longs to die.
Página 13 - Which oft to hoar, fair Thetis, from her cell — Thetis, the queen of seas, attended round With hundred nymphs, and many powers that dwell In th' ocean's rocky walls — came up to hear.
Página 4 - And ev'n in flumber a fuperior grace : Her comely limbs compos'd with decent care, Her body fhaded with a flight cymarr ; Her bofom to the view was only bare...
Página 117 - Her hair all dark more clear the white doth show, And with its night her face's morn commends; Her eyebrow black, like to an ebon bow, Which sporting Love upon her forehead bends, And thence his never-missing arrow sends. But most I wonder...
Página 56 - ... bellies' sake. Creep and intrude and climb into the fold! Of other care they little reckoning make Than how to scramble at the shearers' feast, And shove away the worthy bidden guest.
Página 44 - Thy honied tongue, charming the melted eares, Stills stormy hearts, and quiets frights and fears : My daring heart provokes thee ; and no wonder, When earth so high aspires, if heavens thunder.

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