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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... o'er their cant of ftupid lyes , And tell the murders of her eyes , With filent scorn Vanessa sat , Scarce lift'ning to their idle chat ; Further than fometimes by a frown , When they grew pert , to pull them down , At last the ...
... o'er their cant of ftupid lyes , And tell the murders of her eyes , With filent scorn Vanessa sat , Scarce lift'ning to their idle chat ; Further than fometimes by a frown , When they grew pert , to pull them down , At last the ...
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... o'er the mafs : As rivers though they bend and twine , Still to the fea their courfe incline ; Or , as philofophers , who find Some fav'rite fyftem to their mind , In ev'ry point to make it fit , Will force all nature to fubmit ...
... o'er the mafs : As rivers though they bend and twine , Still to the fea their courfe incline ; Or , as philofophers , who find Some fav'rite fyftem to their mind , In ev'ry point to make it fit , Will force all nature to fubmit ...
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... o'er old ftories paft , They went by chance amidst their talk To the church - yard to take a walk ; When Baucis haftily cry'd out , My dear , I fee your forehead sprout ! Sprout ! Sprout ! quoth the man ; what's this you tell BAUCIS and ...
... o'er old ftories paft , They went by chance amidst their talk To the church - yard to take a walk ; When Baucis haftily cry'd out , My dear , I fee your forehead sprout ! Sprout ! Sprout ! quoth the man ; what's this you tell BAUCIS and ...
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... o'er Her frolicks , and purfues her tail no more . Returning home at night , you'll find the fink Strike your offended fenfe with double stink . If you be wife , then go not far to dine ; You'll spend in coach - hire more than save in ...
... o'er Her frolicks , and purfues her tail no more . Returning home at night , you'll find the fink Strike your offended fenfe with double stink . If you be wife , then go not far to dine ; You'll spend in coach - hire more than save in ...
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... o'er the roof by fits ; And ever and anon with frightful din The leather founds ; he trembles from within .. So when Troy chairman bore the wooden steed , Pregnant with Greeks impatient to be freed , ( Those bully Greeks , who , as the ...
... o'er the roof by fits ; And ever and anon with frightful din The leather founds ; he trembles from within .. So when Troy chairman bore the wooden steed , Pregnant with Greeks impatient to be freed , ( Those bully Greeks , who , as the ...
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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...