The Works of Dr. Jonathan Swift ...G. Hamilton, J. Balfour, & L. Hunter, 1757 |
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... Dear Pallas , I have been this morn To fee a lovely infant born ; A boy in yonder ifle below , So like my own without his bow , By beauty could your heart be won , You'd fwear it is Apollo's fon : But it shall ne'er be faid , a child So ...
... Dear Pallas , I have been this morn To fee a lovely infant born ; A boy in yonder ifle below , So like my own without his bow , By beauty could your heart be won , You'd fwear it is Apollo's fon : But it shall ne'er be faid , a child So ...
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... Dear Madam , let me fee your head : Don't you intend to put on red ? A petticoat without a hoop ! 400 Sure , you are not asham'd to stoop ; With handsome garters at your knees , No matter what a fellow fees . FILL'D with disdain , with ...
... Dear Madam , let me fee your head : Don't you intend to put on red ? A petticoat without a hoop ! 400 Sure , you are not asham'd to stoop ; With handsome garters at your knees , No matter what a fellow fees . FILL'D with disdain , with ...
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... dear , I fee your forehead sprout ! Sprout ! quoth the man ; what's this you tell us ? I hope you don't believe me jealous : But yet , methinks , I feel it true ; And really , yours is budding too Nay , --- -now I cannot ftir my foot ...
... dear , I fee your forehead sprout ! Sprout ! quoth the man ; what's this you tell us ? I hope you don't believe me jealous : But yet , methinks , I feel it true ; And really , yours is budding too Nay , --- -now I cannot ftir my foot ...
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... Dear charming faint ; Beneath , A new receipt for paint : Here in beau - fpelling , Tru tel deth ; There in her own , Far an el breth : Here , Lovely nymph , pronounce my doom : There , A fafe way to ufe perfume : Here a page fill'd ...
... Dear charming faint ; Beneath , A new receipt for paint : Here in beau - fpelling , Tru tel deth ; There in her own , Far an el breth : Here , Lovely nymph , pronounce my doom : There , A fafe way to ufe perfume : Here a page fill'd ...
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... DEAR Sid , then why wert thou so mad To break thy red like naughty lad !: You fhould have kifs'd it in your distress , And then return'd it to your mistress ; Or made it a Newmarket fwitch , And not a rod for thy own breech . But ...
... DEAR Sid , then why wert thou so mad To break thy red like naughty lad !: You fhould have kifs'd it in your distress , And then return'd it to your mistress ; Or made it a Newmarket fwitch , And not a rod for thy own breech . But ...
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againſt Becauſe beſt Cadenus Cælia cafe call'd cauſe court Dean defire diff'rent Dr Swift ev'ry eyes fafe faid fame fatire fave fcorn fecret feen fent feven fhall fhew fhould fide filks fince fing firft firſt fome foon foul fpirits ftand ftill fuch fure fweet Guife hath Hawkef heart himſelf honour houſe Jove juft juſt Lady laft laſt leaſt lefs loft Lord Lord Bolingbroke Madam mattadore mind moft moſt mufe muft muſt ne'er never nymph o'er paffion Pallas paſt perfon pleaſe pleaſure poem poets Pope pow'r praiſe pride profe Quadrille Queen raiſe reafon reft rhyme rife round ſcarce ſeen ſhall ſhe ſpeak ſtate Stella STEPHEN DUCK ſtill thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand thro uſe Vaneffa verfes vex'd virtue Whig whofe wife worfe writ Written
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Страница 102 - And born to write, converse, and live with ease: Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne...
Страница 112 - When age must print a furrow'd trace On every feature of her face, Though you, and all your senseless tribe, Could Art, or Time, or Nature bribe, To make you look like Beauty's queen, And hold for ever at fifteen, No bloom of youth can ever blind The cracks and wrinkles of your mind ; All men of sense will pass your door, And crowd to Stella's at fourscore.
Страница 223 - And had the Dean, in all the nation, No worthy friend, no poor relation ? So ready to do strangers good, Forgetting his own flesh and blood...
Страница 327 - By G — , they don't signify this pinch of snuff. To give a young gentleman right education, The army's the only good school in the nation: My schoolmaster call'd me a dunce and a fool, But at cuffs I was always the cock of the school ; I never could take to my book for the blood o
Страница 223 - His stomach too begins to fail ; Last year we thought him strong and hale ; But now he's quite another thing : I wish he may hold out till spring...
Страница 223 - As Rochefoucault his maxims drew From nature, 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/ If this perhaps your patience move, Let reason and experience prove.
Страница 223 - tis a shocking sight, And he's engaged to-morrow night; My Lady Club will take it ill, If he should fail her at quadrille. He loved the Dean— (I lead a heart,) But dearest friends, they say, must part. His time was come: he ran his race; We hope he's in a better place.
Страница 43 - Love why do we one passion call, When 'tis a compound of them all? Where hot and cold, where sharp and sweet, In all their equipages meet ; Where pleasures mix'd with pains appear, Sorrow with joy, and hope with fear ; Wherein his dignity and age Forbid Cadenus to engage.
Страница 52 - what's this you tell us? I hope you don't believe me jealous! But yet, methinks, I feel it true, And really yours is budding too — Nay, — now I cannot stir my foot; It feels as if 'twere taking root.
Страница 324 - You had like to have put it quite out of my head. ' Next day, to be sure, the captain will come At the head of his troop, with trumpet and drum. Now, madam, observe how he marches in state ; The man with the kettledrum enters the gate : Dub, dub, adub, dub.