Fables Calculated for the Amusement and Instruction of Youth: Originally Dedicated to a Young Prince, for Whose Improvement They Were WrittenPrinted and sold for the Translator, by J. Poole: sold also by Scatcherd and Whitaker, and R. V. Brooke, London; A. Small, Trowbridge; M. Luckman, Coventry, and by other booksellers, 1789 - Fables - 208 pages |
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Common terms and phrases
againſt beauty beſt bird bleft blifs bloom boaft boaſt breaſt cauſe charms Columbo cries cry'd difdain Dove eaſe ev'ry eyes FABLE FABLE fafe faid fame fate fcorn fear feek feen fenfe fhade fhall fhame fhew fhould fight filence filk firſt fkies flower fmile fome fong foon foul fpread friendſhip ftill fuch fure fweet grace heart Heav'n himſelf honeft Jove juft juſt laſt lefs loft mafter mind moft MORAL FABLES moſt muft muſt ne'er NIGHTINGALE o'er paffion pain paſt pleaſe pleaſure poffefs'd pow'r praiſe prey pride purſue reaſon Refolv'd reft reply'd reſt Reynard rife rofe ſaid ſay ſcenes ſee ſhall ſhe ſky ſpeak ſphere ſpoke ſtand ſtate ſtill ſtore ſtrain ſtream thee thefe themſelves theſe thofe thoſe thou thought thro try'd Twas uſe whofe wife wings wiſh woes wretch
Popular passages
Page 170 - And what a length of tail behind! How slow its pace! And then its hue, — Who ever saw so fine a blue?
Page 79 - of tender age, In this important care engage? Older and abler pass'd you by; How strong are those ! how weak am I ! Should I presume to bear you hence, Those friends of mine may take offence. Excuse me, then. You know my heart, But dearest friends, alas ! must part. How shall we all lament ! Adieu ! For see, the hounds are just in view.
Page 96 - Birds ! (the mother cries) This hill delicious fare supplies ; Behold the busy negro race, See millions blacken all the place ! Fear not ; like me with freedom eat ; An Ant is most delightful meat. How...
Page 78 - Till, fainting in the publick way, Half dead with fear fhe gafping lay. What tranfport in her bofom grew, When firft the horfe appear'd in view! Let me, fays fhe, your back afcend, And owe my fafety to a friend, You know my feet betray my flight, To friendfhip ev'ry burthen's light.
Page 78 - She next the stately Bull implored; And thus replied the mighty lord : "Since every beast alive can tell That I sincerely wish you well ; I may, without offence, pretend To take the freedom of a friend. Love calls me hence ; a...
Page 155 - Virtue is thy fifter now. More delightful are my woes, Than the rapture, pleafure knows ; Richer far the weeds I bring, Than the robes, that grace a king. On my wars, of fhorteft date, Crowns of endlefs triumphs wait ; On my cares, a period blefs'd ; On my toils, eternal reft.
Page 146 - ... with pain, While nature, as from bonds fet free, Springs out, and gives a loofe to glee. And, now for momentary reft...
Page 170 - tis green, sir, I assure ye." "Green!" cries the other in a fury; "Why, sir, d'ye think I've lost my eyes?" " Twere no great loss," the friend replies; "For if they always serve you thus, You'll find them but of little use.
Page 79 - And when a lady's in the case, You know, all other things give place. To leave you thus might seem unkind; But see, the Goat is just behind.
Page 151 - Thefe, Virtue ! thefe the joys they find, Who leave thy heav'n-topt hills behind ? Shade me, ye pines, ye caverns, hide, Ye mountains, cover me...