The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift, D.D. ...: With Notes, Historical and Critical, Том 17J. Johnson, 1808 |
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... look frightfully to - day ? But was it not confounded hard ? Well , if I ever touch a card ! Four matadores , and lose codille ! Depend upon't , I never will . But run to Tom , and bid him fix The ladies here to - night by six ...
... look frightfully to - day ? But was it not confounded hard ? Well , if I ever touch a card ! Four matadores , and lose codille ! Depend upon't , I never will . But run to Tom , and bid him fix The ladies here to - night by six ...
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... look , Far better than a printed book ; Convey a libel in a frown , And wink a reputation down : Or , by the tossing of the fan , Describe the lady and the man . But But see , the female club disbands , Each twenty JOURNAL OF A MODERN ...
... look , Far better than a printed book ; Convey a libel in a frown , And wink a reputation down : Or , by the tossing of the fan , Describe the lady and the man . But But see , the female club disbands , Each twenty JOURNAL OF A MODERN ...
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... look on . " " Lord ! madam , you have lost codille : I never saw you play so ill . ” " Nay , madam , give me leave to say , ' Twas you that threw the game away : When lady Tricksey play'd a four , You took it with a matadore ; I saw you ...
... look on . " " Lord ! madam , you have lost codille : I never saw you play so ill . ” " Nay , madam , give me leave to say , ' Twas you that threw the game away : When lady Tricksey play'd a four , You took it with a matadore ; I saw you ...
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... look scornful , when to smile ; Nor sputter out your oaths so fast , But keep your swearing to the last . Then at our leisure we'll be witty , And in the streets divert the city ; The ladies from the windows gaping , The children all ...
... look scornful , when to smile ; Nor sputter out your oaths so fast , But keep your swearing to the last . Then at our leisure we'll be witty , And in the streets divert the city ; The ladies from the windows gaping , The children all ...
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... look'd in the original . By , " says Tim , and let a f - t , " This graver understood his art . Tis a true copy , I'll say that for't ; I well remember , when I sad fort . My very face , at first I knew it ; Just in this dress the ...
... look'd in the original . By , " says Tim , and let a f - t , " This graver understood his art . Tis a true copy , I'll say that for't ; I well remember , when I sad fort . My very face , at first I knew it ; Just in this dress the ...
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