The Works of the English Poets: SwiftH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... Dreft her again genteel and neat , And rather tight than great ! How fond we are to court her to our arms ! How much of Heaven is in her naked looks ! X. Thus the deluding Mufe oft ' blinds me to her ways , And ev'n my very thoughts ...
... Dreft her again genteel and neat , And rather tight than great ! How fond we are to court her to our arms ! How much of Heaven is in her naked looks ! X. Thus the deluding Mufe oft ' blinds me to her ways , And ev'n my very thoughts ...
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... er fmaller paftry ware , And ice on that ; fo Phillis does appear In play - house and in park , above the rest Of belles mechanic , elegantly dreft . PHIL . And yet Crepundia , that conceited fair , 3 PHIL 70 SWIFT'S POEMS .
... er fmaller paftry ware , And ice on that ; fo Phillis does appear In play - house and in park , above the rest Of belles mechanic , elegantly dreft . PHIL . And yet Crepundia , that conceited fair , 3 PHIL 70 SWIFT'S POEMS .
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... dreft , without one ave - mary . They dance in a round , cutting capers and ramping ; A mercy the ground did not burst with their stamping . The floor is all wet with leaps and with jumps , While the water and sweat splish - fplash in ...
... dreft , without one ave - mary . They dance in a round , cutting capers and ramping ; A mercy the ground did not burst with their stamping . The floor is all wet with leaps and with jumps , While the water and sweat splish - fplash in ...
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... dreft , of thirteen pence a yard , See Philip's fon amidst his Perfian guard ; And proud Roxana , fir'd with jealous rage , With fifty yards of crape shall fweep the stage . " In fhort , " our kings and princesses within Are all refoly ...
... dreft , of thirteen pence a yard , See Philip's fon amidst his Perfian guard ; And proud Roxana , fir'd with jealous rage , With fifty yards of crape shall fweep the stage . " In fhort , " our kings and princesses within Are all refoly ...
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... dreft ! No haughty nymph has power to run From me ; or my embraces fhun . Stabb'd to the heart , condemn'd to flame , My conftancy is ftill the fame . The favourite messenger of Jove , And Lemnian God , confulting ftrove X 2 ΤΟ To make ...
... dreft ! No haughty nymph has power to run From me ; or my embraces fhun . Stabb'd to the heart , condemn'd to flame , My conftancy is ftill the fame . The favourite messenger of Jove , And Lemnian God , confulting ftrove X 2 ΤΟ To make ...
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Страница 20 - Madam, I die without your grace"— « Item, for half a yard of lace." Who that had wit would place it here, For every peeping fop to jeer ? In power of fpittle and a clout, Whene'er he pleafe, to blot it out; And then, to heighten the difgrace, Clap his own nonfenfe in the place. Whoe'er
Страница 49 - to the top> As if they ne'er had touch'da drop. The good old couple were amaz'd, 35 And often on each other gaz'd ; For both were frighten'd to the heart, And juft began to cry, — What art! Then foftly turn'd afide to view Whether the lights were burning blue.
Страница 92 - From Pope, from Parnell, or from Gay ?" Such tattle often entertains • 95 My lord and me as far as Staines, As once a week we travel down To Windfor, and again to town, Where all that pafles inter
Страница 89 - clear, •*• For life, fix hundred pounds a-year, A handfome houfe to lodge a friend,. A river at my garden's end, A terrace-walk, and half a rood £: Of land fet out to plant a Wood. Well, now I have all this and more, I afk not to increafe my
Страница 334 - afliam'd to ufe a glafs; And till I fee them with thefe eyes, •» ' Whoever fays you have them, lies. No length of time can make you quit Honour and virtue, fenfe and wit : Thus you may ftill be young to me, While I can better bear than fee. Oh, ne'er may Fortune
Страница 159 - Tis never by invention got, Men have it when they know it not. Our converfation to refine, Humour and wit muft both combine : From both we learn to railly well, Wherein fometimes the French excel. Voiture, in various lights, difplays That irony which turns to praife : His genius firft
Страница 25 - Truly, fays he, Mrs. Nab, it might become you to be more civil; If your money be gone, as a learned divine fays, d'ye fee, You .are no text for my handling ; fo take that from me : I was never taken for a conjurer before, I'd have you to know.
Страница 170 - you live to fee the day When Stella's locks muft all be grey. When age muft print a furrow'd trace On every feature of her face ; Though you, and all your fenfelefs tribe, Could art, or time, or nature bribe, To make you look like Beauty's
Страница 51 - which it cannot turn. The groaning-chair began to crawl, •85 Like a huge fnail, along the wall; There ftuck aloft in public view, And, with fmall change, a pulpit grew. The porringers, that in a row Hung high, and made a glittering
Страница 95 - the Queen A dangerous treatife J writ againft the fpleen; Which, by the ftyle, the matter, and the drift, 'Tis thought could be the work of none but Swift. Poor York ! the harmlefs tool of others hate j He fues for pardon ||, and repents too late. Now,