The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift, D.D. ...: With Notes, Historical and Critical, Том 17J. Johnson, 1808 |
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... sure a single parson Is worth a hundred beaux . And you would make us vassals , Good Mr. Wig and Wings , To silver clocks and tassels ; You would , you Thing of Things ! Because around your cane And A ring of diamonds is set ; you , in ...
... sure a single parson Is worth a hundred beaux . And you would make us vassals , Good Mr. Wig and Wings , To silver clocks and tassels ; You would , you Thing of Things ! Because around your cane And A ring of diamonds is set ; you , in ...
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... sure , if I had known This company would come to - day- But really ' tis my spouse's way ! He's so unkind , he never sends To tell when he invites his friends : I wish ye may but have enough ! " And while with all this paltry stuff She ...
... sure , if I had known This company would come to - day- But really ' tis my spouse's way ! He's so unkind , he never sends To tell when he invites his friends : I wish ye may but have enough ! " And while with all this paltry stuff She ...
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... sure the pretender and popery bring in . No protestant prelate , his lordship or grace , Durst there show his right or most reverend face : How would it pollute their crosiers androchets ! To listen to minims , and quavers , and ...
... sure the pretender and popery bring in . No protestant prelate , his lordship or grace , Durst there show his right or most reverend face : How would it pollute their crosiers androchets ! To listen to minims , and quavers , and ...
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... sure no place Can vie with Ballyspellin . No politics , no subtle tricks , No man his country selling : We eat , we drink ; we never think Of these at Ballyspellin . The The troubled mind , the puft with wind , Do 34 SWIFT'S POEMS .
... sure no place Can vie with Ballyspellin . No politics , no subtle tricks , No man his country selling : We eat , we drink ; we never think Of these at Ballyspellin . The The troubled mind , the puft with wind , Do 34 SWIFT'S POEMS .
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... sure to work their cure By drinking Ballyspellin . Though dropsy fills you to the gills , From chin to toe though swelling , Pour in , pour out , you cannot doubt A cure at Ballyspellin . Death throws no darts through all these parts ...
... sure to work their cure By drinking Ballyspellin . Though dropsy fills you to the gills , From chin to toe though swelling , Pour in , pour out , you cannot doubt A cure at Ballyspellin . Death throws no darts through all these parts ...
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Страница 190 - Here shift the scene, to represent How those I love my death lament. Poor Pope will grieve a month, and Gay A week, and Arbuthnot a day. St. John himself will scarce forbear To bite his pen, and drop a tear. The rest will give a shrug, and cry, "I'm sorry— but we all must die!
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...