The Works of Jonathan Swift: Miscellaneous poemsA. Constable, 1814 |
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... Sure ' tis to her honour , he ev His bloody red hand to her l You're proud of your gilding nail only just ting'd with a rub And although it may pass for Sure we know a Bath shilling tres , they're so meagre and y your sorrel mare.
... Sure ' tis to her honour , he ev His bloody red hand to her l You're proud of your gilding nail only just ting'd with a rub And although it may pass for Sure we know a Bath shilling tres , they're so meagre and y your sorrel mare.
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... honour , he ever should bed His bloody red hand to her bloody red head . You're proud of your gilding ; but I tell you , e nail Is only just ting'd with a rub at her tail : And although it may pass for gold on a ninny , Sure we know a ...
... honour , he ever should bed His bloody red hand to her bloody red head . You're proud of your gilding ; but I tell you , e nail Is only just ting'd with a rub at her tail : And although it may pass for gold on a ninny , Sure we know a ...
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... honour inhe- he surpass'd them in me- was a difficult case , he'd a right to the place ; grow warm in debate , of his Phaeton's fate : Since the soul of great MI hope the Convention will q Agree ! " quoth Apollo : fool ? she just come ...
... honour inhe- he surpass'd them in me- was a difficult case , he'd a right to the place ; grow warm in debate , of his Phaeton's fate : Since the soul of great MI hope the Convention will q Agree ! " quoth Apollo : fool ? she just come ...
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... honour , Are taught to use them The reverend author's g Has been rewarded with He does an honour to hi By bravely running prie He shows , as sure as Go That Moses was a gran That all his miracles w Perform'd as jugglers d * Walpole hath ...
... honour , Are taught to use them The reverend author's g Has been rewarded with He does an honour to hi By bravely running prie He shows , as sure as Go That Moses was a gran That all his miracles w Perform'd as jugglers d * Walpole hath ...
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... honour , who can read , e taught to use them for their creed . e reverend author's good intention as been rewarded with a pension . § e does an honour to his gown , bravely running priestcraft down : e shows , as sure as God's in ...
... honour , who can read , e taught to use them for their creed . e reverend author's good intention as been rewarded with a pension . § e does an honour to his gown , bravely running priestcraft down : e shows , as sure as God's in ...
Често срещани думи и фрази
Apollo bard beaux Behold bipes CADENUS AND VANESSA cassock Celia Chloe CORYDON court crowd dame Daphne Dean dear death divine Dr Delany Dublin e'er EPIGRAM eyes face fame fancy fate favourite female fix'd foes folly fools George give Glocest goddess grace half head hear heart honour Ireland JONATHAN SWIFT Jove king lady late learning Lord Lord Carteret madam maid mankind Marble Hill merit mind Muse ne'er never night numbers nymph o'er pain Pallas passion Phoebus POEMS poetic poets poor praise pride queen rage rape rhyme rivers mourn round scene scorn shine siege of Namur Sir William Temple soon spleen Stella STELLA'S BIRTH-DAY stinking Strephon tell thee thou thought thousand told truth Twas verse vex'd virtue Whigs William Sancroft wise Woolston writ youth
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Страница 327 - I believe them true: They argue no corrupted mind In him; the fault is in mankind. This maxim more than all the rest Is thought too base for human breast: "In all distresses of our friends We first consult our private ends: While nature, kindly bent to ease us, Points out some circumstance to please us.
Страница 329 - 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 329 - tis hardly understood Which way my death can do them good, Yet thus, methinks, I hear them speak: ' See how the Dean begins to break! Poor gentleman, he droops apace! You plainly find it in his face. That old vertigo in his head Will never leave him, till he's dead. Besides, his memory decays: He recollects not what he says; He cannot call his friends to mind; Forgets the place where last he dined; Plies you with stories o'er and o'er; He told them fifty times before.
Страница 137 - They dance in a round, Cutting capers and ramping; A mercy the ground Did not burst with their stamping.
Страница 339 - 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. Had he...
Страница 96 - 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 293 - Should to the priest confess their sins ; And thus the pious Wolf begins : — Good father, I must own with shame, That often I have been to blame : I must confess, on Friday last, Wretch that I was ! I broke my fast : But I defy the basest tongue To prove I did my neighbour wrong ; Or ever went to seek my food, By rapine, theft, or thirst of blood.
Страница 95 - tis fair, yet seems to call a coach. The tuck'd-up sempstress walks with hasty strides, While streams run down her oil'd umbrella's sides. Here various kinds, by various fortunes led, Commence acquaintance underneath a shed. Triumphant Tories and desponding Whigs Forget their feuds, and join to save their wigs.