The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift, D.D. ...: With Notes, Historical and Critical, Том 17J. Johnson, 1808 |
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... hands . Now all alone poor madam sits In vapours and hysteric fits : " And was not Tom this morning sent ? I'd lay my life he never went : Past six , and not a living soul ! I might by this have won a vole . " A dreadful interval of ...
... hands . Now all alone poor madam sits In vapours and hysteric fits : " And was not Tom this morning sent ? I'd lay my life he never went : Past six , and not a living soul ! I might by this have won a vole . " A dreadful interval of ...
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... And makes her partner understand A matadore is in her hand . " " Madam , you have no cause to flounce , I swear I saw you thrice renounce . " " And " And truly , madam , I know when Instead JOURNAL OF A MODERN IADY . 1,5.
... And makes her partner understand A matadore is in her hand . " " Madam , you have no cause to flounce , I swear I saw you thrice renounce . " " And " And truly , madam , I know when Instead JOURNAL OF A MODERN IADY . 1,5.
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... hand ; it seldom fails : I wish some folks would pair their nails . " While thus they rail , and scold , and storm , It passes but for common form : But , conscious that they all speak trúé , And give each other but their due , It never ...
... hand ; it seldom fails : I wish some folks would pair their nails . " While thus they rail , and scold , and storm , It passes but for common form : But , conscious that they all speak trúé , And give each other but their due , It never ...
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... hands engage To lash the lewdness of the age ; Some for the public service go Perpetual envoys to and fro : Whose able heads support the weight Of twenty ministers of state . We scorn , for want of talk , to jabber Of parties o'er our ...
... hands engage To lash the lewdness of the age ; Some for the public service go Perpetual envoys to and fro : Whose able heads support the weight Of twenty ministers of state . We scorn , for want of talk , to jabber Of parties o'er our ...
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... hand , Must we suppose she has in view , How to give every man his due ; Her scales you see her only hold , To weigh her priests ' the lawyers ' gold . Now , should I own your case was grievous , Poor sweaty Paulus , who'd believe us ...
... hand , Must we suppose she has in view , How to give every man his due ; Her scales you see her only hold , To weigh her priests ' the lawyers ' gold . Now , should I own your case was grievous , Poor sweaty Paulus , who'd believe us ...
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Страница 187 - To hear his out-of-fashion wit? But he takes up with younger folks, Who for his wine will bear his jokes. Faith, he must make his stories shorter, Or change his comrades once a quarter: In half the time he talks them round, There must another set be found.
Страница 237 - Blot out, correct, insert, refine, Enlarge, diminish, interline ; Be mindful, when invention fails, To scratch your head, and bite your nails.
Страница 13 - Now voices over voices rise, While each to be the loudest vies : They contradict, affirm, dispute, No single tongue one moment mute; All mad to speak, and none to hearken, They set the very lap-dog barking; Their chattering makes a louder din Than fishwives o'er a cup of gin ; Not schoolboys at a...
Страница 191 - I'll venture for the vole.) Six deans, they say, must bear the pall : (I wish I knew what king to call.) Madam, your husband will attend The funeral of so good a friend.
Страница 235 - Brutes find out where their talents lie: A bear will not attempt to fly ; A founder'd horse will oft debate, Before he tries a five-barr'd gate ; A dog by instinct turns aside, Who sees the ditch too deep and wide. But man we find the only creature Who, led by Folly, combats Nature ; Who, when she loudly cries Forbear, With obstinacy fixes there ; And, where his genius least inclines, Absurdly bends his whole designs.
Страница 248 - Short by the knees, entreat for peace. The consort of his throne and bed, A perfect goddess born and bred, Appointed sov'reign judge to sit On learning, eloquence, and wit. Our eldest hope, divine lulus, (Late, very late, O may he rule us !) What early manhood has he shown, Before his downy beard was grown ! Then think, what wonders will be done By going on as he begun, An heir for Britain to secure As long as sun and moon endure. The remnant of the royal blood Comes pouring on me like a flood; Bright...
Страница 195 - 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. 'Had he but spar'd his tongue and pen, He might have rose like other men...
Страница 260 - J shall ask, and you instruct me. See, the Muse unbars the gate ; Hark, the monkeys, how they prate ! All ye gods who rule the soul ! Styx, through Hell whose waters roll!
Страница 264 - Hogarth !*' Thou, I hear, a pleasant rogue art. Were but you and I acquainted, Every Monster should be painted : You should try your graving tools On this odious group of Fools; Draw the beasts as I describe them...