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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... Muses oft were feen to frown ; The Graces half - afham'd look down ; And ' twas obferv'd , there were but few Of either fex among the crew , Whom she or her affeffors knew . } The Goddefs foon began to fee , Things were not 6 CADENUS ...
... Muses oft were feen to frown ; The Graces half - afham'd look down ; And ' twas obferv'd , there were but few Of either fex among the crew , Whom she or her affeffors knew . } The Goddefs foon began to fee , Things were not 6 CADENUS ...
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... muse unfold . Mean time the mournful queen of love Led but a weary life above . She ventures now to leave the skies , Grown by Vaneffa's conduct wife : For , though by one perverse event Pallas had crofs'd her firft intent , Though her ...
... muse unfold . Mean time the mournful queen of love Led but a weary life above . She ventures now to leave the skies , Grown by Vaneffa's conduct wife : For , though by one perverse event Pallas had crofs'd her firft intent , Though her ...
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... muse , the house of poet Van In higher strains than we began . Van ( for ' tis fit the reader know it , ) Is both a herald and a poet ; No wonder then if nicely skill'd In both capacities to build . As herald , he can in a day · Repair ...
... muse , the house of poet Van In higher strains than we began . Van ( for ' tis fit the reader know it , ) Is both a herald and a poet ; No wonder then if nicely skill'd In both capacities to build . As herald , he can in a day · Repair ...
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Jonathan Swift John Hawkesworth, Deane Swift. And make my muse the architect ; What palaces fhall we erect ! No longer fhall forfaken Thames Lament his old Whitehall in flames ; A pile fhall from its afhes rise , Fit to invade or prop ...
Jonathan Swift John Hawkesworth, Deane Swift. And make my muse the architect ; What palaces fhall we erect ! No longer fhall forfaken Thames Lament his old Whitehall in flames ; A pile fhall from its afhes rise , Fit to invade or prop ...
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... muses . Ah ! why did he write poetry , That hereto was fo civil ; And fell his foul for vanity To rhyming and the devil ? A defk he had of curious work , With glitt'ring ftuds about ; Within the fame did Sandys lurk , Though Qvid lay ...
... muses . Ah ! why did he write poetry , That hereto was fo civil ; And fell his foul for vanity To rhyming and the devil ? A defk he had of curious work , With glitt'ring ftuds about ; Within the fame did Sandys lurk , Though Qvid lay ...
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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...