The Works of Dr. Jonathan Swift, Dean of St. Patrick's, Dublin ...W. Bowyer, C. Bathurst, W. Owen, W. Strahan, J. Rivington, J. Hinton, L. Davis, and C. Reymers, R. Baldwin, J. Dodsley, S. Crowder and Company and B. Collins., 1768 |
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... dead ! If fuch an author were alive , How all wou'd for his friendship ftrive , And come in crouds to fee his face ! And this she takes to be her cafe . Cadenus answers ev'ry end , The book , the author , and the friend : The utmost her ...
... dead ! If fuch an author were alive , How all wou'd for his friendship ftrive , And come in crouds to fee his face ! And this she takes to be her cafe . Cadenus answers ev'ry end , The book , the author , and the friend : The utmost her ...
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... Dead cats , and turnip - tops , come tumbling down the flood . A DESCRIPTION OF THE MORNING . NOW hardly here and there an hackney coach Appearing fhew'd the ruddy morn's approach . d Thefe three laft lines were intended to ridicule the ...
... Dead cats , and turnip - tops , come tumbling down the flood . A DESCRIPTION OF THE MORNING . NOW hardly here and there an hackney coach Appearing fhew'd the ruddy morn's approach . d Thefe three laft lines were intended to ridicule the ...
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... wit with a great deal of pains ; When he found a new help from invi- fible hand . Then good doctor Swift , Pay thanks for the gift , For you freely muft own you were at a dead lift : And , And , though fome malicious young spirit did do't ,
... wit with a great deal of pains ; When he found a new help from invi- fible hand . Then good doctor Swift , Pay thanks for the gift , For you freely muft own you were at a dead lift : And , And , though fome malicious young spirit did do't ,
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... dead afhes of a flow'r Some faint resemblance to produce , But not the virtue , tafte , or juice : So modern rhymers wifely blast The poetry of ages paft ; Which after they have overthrown , They from its ruins build their own . THE ...
... dead afhes of a flow'r Some faint resemblance to produce , But not the virtue , tafte , or juice : So modern rhymers wifely blast The poetry of ages paft ; Which after they have overthrown , They from its ruins build their own . THE ...
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... dead ; nay more , he dy'd , E're he could prove the good Squire ly'd . Strange , an aftrologer fhou'd die Without one wonder in the sky ! Not one of all his crony stars To pay their duty at his herfe ! No meteor , no eclipfe appear'd ...
... dead ; nay more , he dy'd , E're he could prove the good Squire ly'd . Strange , an aftrologer fhou'd die Without one wonder in the sky ! Not one of all his crony stars To pay their duty at his herfe ! No meteor , no eclipfe appear'd ...
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Страница 148 - Tis but the funeral of the former year. Let joy or ease, let affluence or content, And the gay conscience of a life well spent, Calm every thought, inspirit every grace, Glow in thy heart, and smile upon thy face. Let day improve on day, and year on year, Without a pain, a trouble, or a fear...
Страница 72 - Then the Bell rung, and I went down to put my Lady to Bed, And, God knows, I thought my Money was as safe as my Maidenhead. So when I came up again, I found my Pocket feel very light, But when I search'd, and miss'd my Purse, Lord! I thought I should have sunk outright: Lord! Madam, says Mary, how d'ye do? Indeed...
Страница 148 - See how the world its veterans rewards ! A youth of frolics, an old age of cards; Fair to no purpose, artful to no end, Young without lovers, old without a friend; A fop their passion, but their prize a sot, Alive, ridiculous; and dead, forgot!
Страница 39 - Having through all the village past, To a small cottage came at last, Where dwelt a good old honest ye'man, Call'd in the neighbourhood Philemon ; Who kindly did these saints invite In his poor hut to pass the night ; And then the hospitable...
Страница 265 - HERE continueth to rot The Body of FRANCIS CHARTRES, Who, with an INFLEXIBLE CONSTANCY, and INIMITABLE UNIFORMITY of Life PERSISTED, In spite of AGE and INFIRMITIES, In the Practice of EVERY HUMAN VICE, Excepting PRODIGALITY and HYPOCRISY: His insatiable AVARICE exempted him from the first, His matchless IMPUDENCE from the second.
Страница 303 - 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 - 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 56 - And that they ne'er consider'd yet. ' Good Mr. Dean, go change your gown, Let my lord know you're come to town.
Страница 304 - To fancy they could live a year ! I find you're but a stranger here. The Dean was famous in his time, And had a kind of knack at rhyme : His way of writing now is past ; The town has got a better taste. I keep no antiquated stuff, But spick and span I have enough.
Страница 125 - 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...