The Closing Years of Dean Swift's Life; with an Appendix, Containing Several of His Poems Hitherto Unpublished, and Some Remarks on Stella |
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... pain of the swelling kept him waking near a month , and during one week it was with difficulty that five persons prevented him , by mere force , ( a ) Hygeia or Essays Moral and Medical , vol . iii . p . 187. Bristol , 1807 . : from ...
... pain of the swelling kept him waking near a month , and during one week it was with difficulty that five persons prevented him , by mere force , ( a ) Hygeia or Essays Moral and Medical , vol . iii . p . 187. Bristol , 1807 . : from ...
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... pain left him , and he recognised his friends and medical attendants . The surgeon was not without hopes he might once more enjoy society ; but in a few days he sunk into a state of total insensibility , slept much , and could not ...
... pain left him , and he recognised his friends and medical attendants . The surgeon was not without hopes he might once more enjoy society ; but in a few days he sunk into a state of total insensibility , slept much , and could not ...
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... pain , Just in the parts where I complain ; How many a message would he send , What hearty prayers that I should mend ; Inquire what regimen I kept ; What gave me ease , and how I slept ? And more lament when I was dead , Than all the ...
... pain , Just in the parts where I complain ; How many a message would he send , What hearty prayers that I should mend ; Inquire what regimen I kept ; What gave me ease , and how I slept ? And more lament when I was dead , Than all the ...
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... ; my head was not well enough . I know not what is the matter ; it has never been thus before ; two days together giddy from morning till 66 night , but not with any violence or pain The History of Dean Swift's Disease , & c . 13.
... ; my head was not well enough . I know not what is the matter ; it has never been thus before ; two days together giddy from morning till 66 night , but not with any violence or pain The History of Dean Swift's Disease , & c . 13.
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Sir William Robert Wills WILDE. 66 night , but not with any violence or pain ; and I totter a little , but can make shift to walk . I doubt I must fall to my pills again ; I think of going into the country a little way . " 21st.- My head ...
Sir William Robert Wills WILDE. 66 night , but not with any violence or pain ; and I totter a little , but can make shift to walk . I doubt I must fall to my pills again ; I think of going into the country a little way . " 21st.- My head ...
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Страница 77 - He gave the little wealth he had, To build a house for fools and mad: And showed by one satiric touch, No nation wanted it so much: That kingdom he hath left his debtor, I wish it soon may have a better.
Страница 12 - Yet should some neighbour feel a pain Just in the parts where I complain, How many a message would he send ? What hearty prayers that I should mend?
Страница 45 - I am so stupid and confounded, that I cannot express the mortification I am under both in body and mind. All I caB say is, that I am not in torture; but I daily and hourly expect it. Pray let me know how your health is, and your family. I hardly understand one word I write. I am sure my days will be very few; few and miserable they must be.
Страница 32 - 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.
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Страница 103 - This is the night of the funeral, which my sickness will not suffer me to attend. It is now nine at night ; and I am removed into another apartment, that I may not see the light in the church, which is just over against the window of my bed-chamber.
Страница 7 - The doctors, tender of their fame, Wisely on me lay all the blame: 'We must confess his case was nice; But he would never take advice: Had he been rul'd, for aught appears, He might have liv'd these twenty years: For when we open'd him we found, That all his vital parts were sound.
Страница 25 - I kept it an hour in my pocket with all the suspense of a man who expected to hear the worst news that fortune could give him ; and at the same time was not able to hold up my head. These are the perquisites of living long ; the last act of life is always .a tragedy at best ; but it is a bitter aggravation to have one's best friend go before one.
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