The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift...W. Durell & Company, 1812 |
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... sour , " Twill give you a scour : The beer and the ale Are mingled with stale . The veal is such carriou , A dog would be weary on . All this I have felt , For I live on a smelt : V. ANOTHER , AT CHESTER . THE walls of this ( 52 )
... sour , " Twill give you a scour : The beer and the ale Are mingled with stale . The veal is such carriou , A dog would be weary on . All this I have felt , For I live on a smelt : V. ANOTHER , AT CHESTER . THE walls of this ( 52 )
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... let him come and take a nap In summer on my verdant lap : Lady Charlotte de Roussy , a French lady . H. Marquis de Mirmont , a Frenchman of quality . H. Long may she live , and help her friends Whene'er c 3 A PASTORAL DIALOGUE . 59.
... let him come and take a nap In summer on my verdant lap : Lady Charlotte de Roussy , a French lady . H. Marquis de Mirmont , a Frenchman of quality . H. Long may she live , and help her friends Whene'er c 3 A PASTORAL DIALOGUE . 59.
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Jonathan Swift John Nichols. Long may she live , and help her friends Whene'er it suits her private ends ; Domestic business never mind Till coffee has her stomach lin'd ; But , when her breakfast gives her courage , Then think on ...
Jonathan Swift John Nichols. Long may she live , and help her friends Whene'er it suits her private ends ; Domestic business never mind Till coffee has her stomach lin'd ; But , when her breakfast gives her courage , Then think on ...
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... sour , " Twill give you a scour : The beer and the ale Are mingled with stale . The veal is such carrion , A dog would be weary on . All this I have felt , For I live on a smelt : V. ANOTHER , AT CHESTER . THE walls of this ( 52 )
... sour , " Twill give you a scour : The beer and the ale Are mingled with stale . The veal is such carrion , A dog would be weary on . All this I have felt , For I live on a smelt : V. ANOTHER , AT CHESTER . THE walls of this ( 52 )
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... Lives such a bard on British plains ? No ; not in all the British court ; For none but witlings there resort , Whose names and works ( though dead ) are made Immortal by the Dunciad ; And , sure as monument of brass , Their fame to ...
... Lives such a bard on British plains ? No ; not in all the British court ; For none but witlings there resort , Whose names and works ( though dead ) are made Immortal by the Dunciad ; And , sure as monument of brass , Their fame to ...
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Страница 147 - 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. Pray do but give me leave to show 'em, Here Colley Gibber's birth-day poem.
Страница 147 - 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...
Страница 24 - Give no more to every guest, Than he's able to digest; Give him always of the prime; And but little at a time. Carve to all but just enough: Let them neither starve nor stuff: And, that you may have your due, Let your neighbours carve for you.
Страница 150 - 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 147 - Despis'd the Fools with Stars and Garters, "So often seen caressing Chartres: "He never courted Men in Station, "Nor Persons had in Admiration; "Of no Man's Greatness was afraid, "Because he sought for no Man's Aid.
Страница 146 - Tis all on me a usurpation. I have no title to aspire ; Yet, when you sink, I seem the highe'r.. In Pope I cannot read a line, But with a sigh I wish it mine : When he can in one couplet fix More sense than I can do in six; It gives me such a jealous fit, I cry, " Pox take him and his wit i'J I grieve to be outdone by Gay In my own humorous biting way.
Страница 147 - I'll venture for the Vole.) Six Deans they say must bear the pall. (I wish I knew what King to call.) Madam, your husband will attend The funeral of so good a friend.
Страница 147 - 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 8 - Which can, in spite of all decays, Support a few remaining days ; From not the gravest of divines Accept for once some serious lines. Although we now can form no more Long schemes of life, as heretofore ; Yet you, while time is running fast, Can look with joy on what is past. Were future happiness and pain...
Страница 147 - Suppose me dead; and then suppose A Club assembled at the Rose; Where from Discourse of this and that, I grow the Subject of their Chat: And, while they toss my Name about, With Favour some, and some without; One quite...