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Robert Dodsley
J. Hughs, 1758
 

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Pàgina 221 - gainst a post ; Yet round the world the blade has been, To see whatever could be seen. Returning from his...
Pàgina 223 - cease your pother ; The creature's neither one nor t'other. I caught the animal last night And viewed it o'er by candle-light : I marked it well ; 'twas black as jet — You stare — but, sirs, I've got it yet, And can produce it.' — ' Pray, sir, do ; I'll lay my life the thing is blue.
Pàgina 222 - Twere no great loss," the friend replies; "For if they always serve you thus, You'll find them but of little use." So high at last the contest rose, From words they almost came to blows: When luckily came by a third; To him the question they referred; And begged he'd tell them, if he knew, Whether the thing was green or blue. "Sirs," cries the umpire, "cease your pother, The creature's neither one nor t'other.
Pàgina 117 - WHILE at the helm of state you ride, Our nation's envy, and its pride ; While foreign courts with wonder gaze, And curse those councils which they praise; Would you not wonder, sir, to view Your bard a greater man than you ? Which that he is, you cannot doubt, When you have read the sequel out. You know, great sir, that ancient fellows, Philosophers, and such folks, tell us, No great analogy between Greatness and happiness is seen.
Pàgina 31 - To fhield th' illuftrious dame's repofe : Others had grac'd the fprightly dome, And taught the portrait where to glow ; Others arrang'd the curious tome ; Or 'mid the decorated fpace, Affign'd the laurei'd buft a place, And given to learning all the pomp of mow.
Pàgina 168 - Thus me difcharg'd in every way The various duties of the day. It chanc'da frugal Ant was near...
Pàgina 50 - But then it was an age ago—- It ne'er will be my lot again— I won it of a baby then — Give me an ace of trumps and fee, Our NED will beat me with a three. 'Tis all by luck that things are carry'd — He'll fuffer for it, when he's marry'd.
Pàgina 223 - My children," the chameleon cries, (Then first the creature found a tongue), "You all are right, and all are wrong: When next you talk of what you view, Think others see as well as you: Nor wonder, if you find that none Prefers your eyesight to his own.
Pàgina 31 - When founds etherial ftrike my ear ; At once celeftial forms appear ; My fugitives are found ! The mufes here attune their lyres, Ah partial ! with unwonted fires ; Here, hand in hand, with carelefs mien, The fportive graces trip the green. But...
Pàgina 137 - Confuming fevers rage no more, Nor chilling agues freeze ; The cripple dances void of pain, The deaf in raptures hear again, The blind tranfported fees, V.

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