The Works of the English Poets: SwiftH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... ' t ; But , flacken'd by fome fecret power , Now hardly moves an inch an hour . The jack and chimney , near ally'd , Had never left each other's fide : 60 65 70 75 The The chimney to a steeple grown , The jack would 50 POEMS . SWIFT'S.
... ' t ; But , flacken'd by fome fecret power , Now hardly moves an inch an hour . The jack and chimney , near ally'd , Had never left each other's fide : 60 65 70 75 The The chimney to a steeple grown , The jack would 50 POEMS . SWIFT'S.
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... fecret ; fhe , and fifty more , Obferve the symptoms 1 had once before : A fecond babe at Wapping must be plac'd , When I scarce bear the charges of the laft . COR . What I could raise I fent ; a pound of plums , Five fhillings , and a ...
... fecret ; fhe , and fifty more , Obferve the symptoms 1 had once before : A fecond babe at Wapping must be plac'd , When I scarce bear the charges of the laft . COR . What I could raise I fent ; a pound of plums , Five fhillings , and a ...
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... Emperor treat ? " Or do the prints and papers lie ? " Faith , Sir , you know as much as I. " Ah , Doctor , how you love to jest ! " ' Tis now no fecret " - I protest 100 105 110 115 " Tis one to me - " When are the " Tis 92 POEMS . SWIFT'S.
... Emperor treat ? " Or do the prints and papers lie ? " Faith , Sir , you know as much as I. " Ah , Doctor , how you love to jest ! " ' Tis now no fecret " - I protest 100 105 110 115 " Tis one to me - " When are the " Tis 92 POEMS . SWIFT'S.
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... fecret lurks ; And , while the book was in her hand , The urchin from his private stand 515 Took aim , and shot with all his ftrength A dart of fuch prodigious length , It pierc'd the feeble volume through , And deep transfix'd her ...
... fecret lurks ; And , while the book was in her hand , The urchin from his private stand 515 Took aim , and shot with all his ftrength A dart of fuch prodigious length , It pierc'd the feeble volume through , And deep transfix'd her ...
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... fecret joy In fchool to hear the finest boy . Her knowledge with her fancy grew ; She hourly prefs'd for fomething new ; Ideas came into her mind So faft , his leffons lagg'd behind ; She reafon'd , without plodding long , Nor ever gave ...
... fecret joy In fchool to hear the finest boy . Her knowledge with her fancy grew ; She hourly prefs'd for fomething new ; Ideas came into her mind So faft , his leffons lagg'd behind ; She reafon'd , without plodding long , Nor ever gave ...
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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,