The Works of Jonathan Swift: containing additional letters, tracts, and poems, not hitherto published ; with notes, and a life of the author, by Sir Walter Scott, bart, Том 14Bickers & Son, 1883 |
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... end in both , and the design the same ; Cordials are in their talk , while all they mean Is but the patient's death , and gain-- Check in thy satire , angry Muse , Or a more worthy subject choose : Let not the outcasts of an outcast age ...
... end in both , and the design the same ; Cordials are in their talk , while all they mean Is but the patient's death , and gain-- Check in thy satire , angry Muse , Or a more worthy subject choose : Let not the outcasts of an outcast age ...
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... end of the seventeenth century , but upon those which had been fashionable in the be- ginning of Charles II.'s reign . This he probably owed to his residence with Temple . To purchase kingdoms and to buy renown , Are arts peculiar to ...
... end of the seventeenth century , but upon those which had been fashionable in the be- ginning of Charles II.'s reign . This he probably owed to his residence with Temple . To purchase kingdoms and to buy renown , Are arts peculiar to ...
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... ends , Swore all the wits were his peculiar friends ; Talk'd with that saucy and familiar ease Of Wycherly , and you , and Mr. Bays : Said , how a late report your friends had vex'd , Who heard you meant to write heroics next ; Thus ...
... ends , Swore all the wits were his peculiar friends ; Talk'd with that saucy and familiar ease Of Wycherly , and you , and Mr. Bays : Said , how a late report your friends had vex'd , Who heard you meant to write heroics next ; Thus ...
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... - There thy enchantment broke , and from this hour I here renounce thy visionary pow'r ; And since thy essence on my breath depends , Thus with a puff the whole delusion ends . WRITTEN IN A LADY'S IVORY TABLE- BOOK , 1698 . 48 POEMS .
... - There thy enchantment broke , and from this hour I here renounce thy visionary pow'r ; And since thy essence on my breath depends , Thus with a puff the whole delusion ends . WRITTEN IN A LADY'S IVORY TABLE- BOOK , 1698 . 48 POEMS .
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... ends ; The point of Sagittarius ' dart Turns to an awl by heavenly art ; And Vulcan , wheedled by his wife , Will forge for thee a paring - knife . For want of room by Virgo's side , She'll strain a point , and sit * astride , To take ...
... ends ; The point of Sagittarius ' dart Turns to an awl by heavenly art ; And Vulcan , wheedled by his wife , Will forge for thee a paring - knife . For want of room by Virgo's side , She'll strain a point , and sit * astride , To take ...
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Страница 54 - Mrs. Nab, it might become you to be more civil ; If your money be gone, as a learned Divine says,* d'ye see, You are no text for my handling ; so take that from me : I was never taken for a Conjurer before, I'd have you to know.
Страница 51 - I was resolved to tell my money, to see if it was right. Now, you must know, because my trunk has a very bad lock, Therefore all the money I have, which, God knows, is a very small stock, I keep in my pocket, ty'd about my middle, next my smock.
Страница 329 - The Dean, if we believe report, Was never ill received at court: As for his works in verse and prose, I own myself no judge of those: Nor can I tell what critics thought 'em; But this I know, all people bought 'em; As with a moral view design'd To cure the vices of mankind: His vein, ironically grave, Expos'd the fool, and lash'd the knave: To steal a hint was never known, But what he writ was all his own.
Страница 434 - Three times refined in Titan's rays ; Then calls the Graces to her aid, And sprinkles thrice the newborn maid : From whence the tender skin assumes A sweetness above all perfumes : From whence a cleanliness remains, Incapable of outward stains : From whence that decency of mind, So lovely in the female kind, Where not one careless thought intrudes . Less modest than the speech of prudes ; Where never blush was call'd in aid, That spurious virtue in a maid, A virtue but at second-hand ; They blush...
Страница 450 - Tis an old maxim in the schools, That flattery's the food of fools; Yet now and then your men of wit Will condescend to take a bit.
Страница 306 - Like stepping-stones, to save a stride In streets where kennels are too wide; Or like a heel-piece, to support A cripple with one foot too short: Or like a bridge, that joins a marish To moorlands of a diff'rent parish.
Страница 92 - Box'd in a chair the beau impatient sits, While spouts run clattering o'er the roof by fits, And ever and anon with frightful din The leather sounds, he trembles from within.
Страница 319 - I have no title to aspire; Yet, when you sink, I seem the higher. In Pope I cannot read a line, But with a sigh I wish it mine; When he can in one couplet fix More sense than I can do in six; It gives me such a jealous fit, I cry, "Pox take him and his wit!
Страница 331 - Fair LIBERTY was all his cry; For her he stood prepar'd to die; For her he boldly stood alone; For her he oft expos'd his own. Two kingdoms, just as faction led, Had set a price upon his head; But not a traitor could be found, To sell him for six hundred pound.
Страница 293 - Mournful cypress, verdant willow, Gilding my Aurelia's brows, Morpheus hovering o'er my pillow, Hear me pay my dying vows.