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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... fate With those two powerful swords , submission and humility , Sounds truly good , or truly great ; Ill may I live , if the good Sancroft , in his holy rest , In the divin'ty of retreat , Be not the brightest pattern earth can shew Of ...
... fate With those two powerful swords , submission and humility , Sounds truly good , or truly great ; Ill may I live , if the good Sancroft , in his holy rest , In the divin'ty of retreat , Be not the brightest pattern earth can shew Of ...
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... fate , By gazing upward giddy grow , And think the church itself does so ; Thus fools , for being strong and num'rous known , Suppose the truth , like all the world , their own ; And holy Sancroft's motion quite irregular appears ...
... fate , By gazing upward giddy grow , And think the church itself does so ; Thus fools , for being strong and num'rous known , Suppose the truth , like all the world , their own ; And holy Sancroft's motion quite irregular appears ...
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... fate , To lose the providence of thy cares , Pity a miserable church's tears , That begs the powerful blessing of thy pray'rs . Some angel , say , what were the nation's crimes , That sent these wild reformers to our times : Say what ...
... fate , To lose the providence of thy cares , Pity a miserable church's tears , That begs the powerful blessing of thy pray'rs . Some angel , say , what were the nation's crimes , That sent these wild reformers to our times : Say what ...
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... not do , Their courting a retreat like you , Unless I put in Cæsar's learning too : Your happy frame at once controls This great triumvirate of souls . V. Let not old Rome boast Fabius ' fate : ODE TO SIR WILLIAM TEMPLE . 15.
... not do , Their courting a retreat like you , Unless I put in Cæsar's learning too : Your happy frame at once controls This great triumvirate of souls . V. Let not old Rome boast Fabius ' fate : ODE TO SIR WILLIAM TEMPLE . 15.
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... fate : He sav'd his country by delays , But you by peace , You bought it at a cheaper rate ; Nor has it left the usual bloody scar , To shew it cost its price in war : War , that mad game the world so loves to play , And for it does so ...
... fate : He sav'd his country by delays , But you by peace , You bought it at a cheaper rate ; Nor has it left the usual bloody scar , To shew it cost its price in war : War , that mad game the world so loves to play , And for it does so ...
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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.