The Select Works of Jonathan Swift: Containing the Whole of His Poetical Works, the Tale of a Tab, Battle of the Books, Gulliver's Travels, Directions to Servants, Art of Punning, Etc, Том 4Hector McLean, 1823 |
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... Parson , ( said I , ) can you cast a nativity when a body's plunder'd ? ' ( Now you must know he hates to be called Parson like the devil ) ' Truly , ( says he , ) Mrs. Nab , it might become you to be more civil ; If your money be gone ...
... Parson , ( said I , ) can you cast a nativity when a body's plunder'd ? ' ( Now you must know he hates to be called Parson like the devil ) ' Truly , ( says he , ) Mrs. Nab , it might become you to be more civil ; If your money be gone ...
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... ; Then said , ' My house is grown so fine , Methinks I still would call it mine ; I'm old , and fain would live at ease ; Make me the Parson if you please . ' He spoke ; and presently he feels His grazier's coat MISCELLANIES . 63.
... ; Then said , ' My house is grown so fine , Methinks I still would call it mine ; I'm old , and fain would live at ease ; Make me the Parson if you please . ' He spoke ; and presently he feels His grazier's coat MISCELLANIES . 63.
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... parson , Dame Baucis next they play'd their farce on . Instead of homespun coifs , were seen Good pinners edg'd with Colberteen ; Her petticoat , transform'd apace , Became black satin flounc'd with lace . Plain Goody would no longer ...
... parson , Dame Baucis next they play'd their farce on . Instead of homespun coifs , were seen Good pinners edg'd with Colberteen ; Her petticoat , transform'd apace , Became black satin flounc'd with lace . Plain Goody would no longer ...
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... parson of our town , To mend his barn , cut Baucis down , At which ' tis hard to be believ'd How much the other tree was griev'd , Grew scrubby , died a - top , was stunted , So the next parson stubb'd and burnt it . HISTORY OF ...
... parson of our town , To mend his barn , cut Baucis down , At which ' tis hard to be believ'd How much the other tree was griev'd , Grew scrubby , died a - top , was stunted , So the next parson stubb'd and burnt it . HISTORY OF ...
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... parson in his gait or face ; [ grace , Despis'd luxurious wines and costly meat , Yet still was at the tables of the great ; Frequented lords ; saw those that saw the Queen ; At Child's or Truby's never once had been , Where town and ...
... parson in his gait or face ; [ grace , Despis'd luxurious wines and costly meat , Yet still was at the tables of the great ; Frequented lords ; saw those that saw the Queen ; At Child's or Truby's never once had been , Where town and ...
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Страница 314 - 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 323 - Without regarding private ends, Spent all his credit for his friends ; And only chose the wise and good ; No flatterers ; no allies in blood : But succour'd virtue in distress, And seldom fail'd of good success; As numbers in their hearts must own, Who, but for him, had been unknown.* " With princes kept a due decorum, But never stood in awe before 'em. He follow'd David's lesson just ; In princes never put thy trust : And would you make him truly sour, Provoke him with a slave in power.
Страница 313 - em? To all my foes, dear Fortune, send Thy gifts; but never to my friend: I tamely can endure the first; But this with envy makes me burst.
Страница 316 - Lady Suffolk, in the spleen, Runs laughing up to tell the queen. The queen, so gracious, mild, and good, Cries, " Is he gone ? 'tis time he should.
Страница 79 - This said, she plucks in heaven's high bowers A sprig of amaranthine flowers. In nectar thrice infuses bays, Three times refin'd in Titan's rays; Then calls the Graces to her aid, And sprinkles thrice the new-born maid: From whence the tender skin assumes A sweetness above all perfumes: From whence a cleanliness remains, Incapable of outward stains: From whence that decency of mind So lovely in the female kind, Where not one careless thought intrudes, Less modest than the speech of prudes; Where...
Страница 45 - Wife, I never took one in Your Coat for a Conjurer in all my Life. With that, he twisted his Girdle at me like a Rope, as who should say, Now you may go hang your self for me, and so went away.
Страница 65 - Betty from her master's bed had flown, And softly stole to discompose her own ; The slip-shod 'prentice from his master's door Had pared the dirt, and sprinkled round the floor.
Страница 317 - Here shift the scene, to represent How those I love, my death lament. Poor Pope will grieve a month, and Gay A week; and Arbuthnot a day. St. John himself will scarce forbear, To bite his pen, and drop a tear. The rest will give a shrug and cry, 'I'm sorry; but we all must die.
Страница 319 - Must undergo the common fate; His kind of wit is out of date. Some country squire to Lintot goes, Inquires for "Swift in Verse and Prose." Says Lintot, "I have heard the name; He died a year ago."— "The same.
Страница 142 - Enamell'd fields and verdant trees : With eager haste he longs to rove In that fantastic scene, and thinks It must be some enchanted grove; And in he leaps, and down he sinks.