The Works, Том 11J. Johnson, 1803 |
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... dear Irish folks , Come leave off your jokes , And buy up my halfpence so fine ; So fair and so bright , They'll give you delight ; Observe how they glisten and shine ! They'll sell to my grief , As cheap as neckbeef , For counters at ...
... dear Irish folks , Come leave off your jokes , And buy up my halfpence so fine ; So fair and so bright , They'll give you delight ; Observe how they glisten and shine ! They'll sell to my grief , As cheap as neckbeef , For counters at ...
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... DEAR Dean , since you in sleepy wise Have op'd your mouth , and clos'd your eyes ; Like ghost , I glide along your floor , And softly shut the parlour door : For , should I break your sweet repose , Who knows what money you might lose ...
... DEAR Dean , since you in sleepy wise Have op'd your mouth , and clos'd your eyes ; Like ghost , I glide along your floor , And softly shut the parlour door : For , should I break your sweet repose , Who knows what money you might lose ...
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... Dear vessel , still be to thy steerage just , Nor change thy course with every sudden gust ; Like supple patriots of the modern sort , Who turn with every gale that blows from court . Weary and seasick when in thee confin'd , Now for ...
... Dear vessel , still be to thy steerage just , Nor change thy course with every sudden gust ; Like supple patriots of the modern sort , Who turn with every gale that blows from court . Weary and seasick when in thee confin'd , Now for ...
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... dear Bec , is thy nativity ; Had Fate a luckier one , she'd give it ye : She chose a thread of greatest length , And doubly twisted it for strength ; Mrs. Dingley . N. Nor will be able with her shears To cut it 44 SWIFT'S POEMS . Bec's ...
... dear Bec , is thy nativity ; Had Fate a luckier one , she'd give it ye : She chose a thread of greatest length , And doubly twisted it for strength ; Mrs. Dingley . N. Nor will be able with her shears To cut it 44 SWIFT'S POEMS . Bec's ...
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... dear as the d - 1 : Your pockets grow empty , With nothing to tempt ye : The wine is so sour , ' Twill give you a scour : The beer and the ale Are mingled with stale . The veal is such carrion , A dog would be weary on . All this I have ...
... dear as the d - 1 : Your pockets grow empty , With nothing to tempt ye : The wine is so sour , ' Twill give you a scour : The beer and the ale Are mingled with stale . The veal is such carrion , A dog would be weary on . All this I have ...
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Страница 226 - Offending race of human kind, By nature, reason, learning, blind ; You who, through frailty, stepp'd aside ; And you, who never fell from pride : You who in different sects were shamm'd, And come to see each other damn'd ; (So some folk told you, but they knew No more of Jove's designs than you ;) — The world's mad business now is o'er, And I resent these pranks no more. — I to such blockheads set my wit ! I damn such fools ! — Go, go, you're bit.
Страница 84 - Nor do they trust their tongues alone, But speak a language of their own; Can read a nod, a shrug, a 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.
Страница 226 - Amaz'd, confus'd, its fate unknown, The world stands trembling at his throne! While each pale sinner hung his head, Jove, nodding, shook the heavens, and said: "Offending race of human kind, By nature, reason, learning, blind; You who, through frailty...
Страница 242 - Behold the fatal day arrive! How is the Dean? He's just alive. Now the departing prayer is read: He hardly breathes. The Dean is dead.
Страница 239 - 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 240 - 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 289 - So geographers, in Afric maps, With savage pictures fill their gaps, And o'er unhabitable downs Place elephants for want of towns.
Страница 238 - I'adversite' de nos meilleurs amis, nous trouvons toujours quelque chose qui ne nous de"plait pas ; ' — ' In the adversity of our best friends, we always find something that doth not displease us.
Страница 241 - 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 152 - Dear madam, whene'er of a barrack I think, An I were to be hang'd, I can't sleep a wink: For if a new crotchet comes into my brain, I can't get it out, though I'd never so fain.