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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... rules to search it , yet obtain'd by none . II . We have too long been led astray ; Too long have our misguided souls been taught With rules from musty morals brought , ' Tis you must put us in the way ; Let us ( for shame ! ) no more ...
... rules to search it , yet obtain'd by none . II . We have too long been led astray ; Too long have our misguided souls been taught With rules from musty morals brought , ' Tis you must put us in the way ; Let us ( for shame ! ) no more ...
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... rule their fates ! How the mouse makes the mighty mountains shake ! The mighty mountain labours with its birth , Away the frighten'd peasants fly , Scared at the unheard - of prodigy , Expect some great gigantic son of earth ; Lo ! it ...
... rule their fates ! How the mouse makes the mighty mountains shake ! The mighty mountain labours with its birth , Away the frighten'd peasants fly , Scared at the unheard - of prodigy , Expect some great gigantic son of earth ; Lo ! it ...
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... rules Of my own dazzled scanty sense , Begets a kinder folly and impertinence Of admiration and of praise . And our good ... rule to walk by . " — Athenian Oracle , vol . II . p . 349 . It is hardly necessary to point out to the reader ...
... rules Of my own dazzled scanty sense , Begets a kinder folly and impertinence Of admiration and of praise . And our good ... rule to walk by . " — Athenian Oracle , vol . II . p . 349 . It is hardly necessary to point out to the reader ...
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... rule of wit , and obloquy a trade ; Yet the same want of brains produces each effect . And you , whom Pluto's helm does wisely shroud From us , the blind and thoughtless crowd , Like the famed hero in his mother's cloud , Who both our ...
... rule of wit , and obloquy a trade ; Yet the same want of brains produces each effect . And you , whom Pluto's helm does wisely shroud From us , the blind and thoughtless crowd , Like the famed hero in his mother's cloud , Who both our ...
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... rules ; These pow'rs the critics , who may boast the odds O'er Nile , with all its wilderness of gods ; Nor could the nations kneel to viler shapes , Which worshipp'd cats , and sacrificed to apes ; And can ... rule , TO MR . CONGREVE . 39.
... rules ; These pow'rs the critics , who may boast the odds O'er Nile , with all its wilderness of gods ; Nor could the nations kneel to viler shapes , Which worshipp'd cats , and sacrificed to apes ; And can ... rule , TO MR . CONGREVE . 39.
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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.