The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift, D.D. ...: With Notes, Historical and Critical, Volumen17J. Johnson, 1808 |
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... hundred beaux . And you would make us vassals , Good Mr. Wig and Wings , To silver clocks and tassels ; You would , you Thing of Things ! Because around your cane And A ring of diamonds is set ; you , in some by lane , Have gain'd a ...
... hundred beaux . And you would make us vassals , Good Mr. Wig and Wings , To silver clocks and tassels ; You would , you Thing of Things ! Because around your cane And A ring of diamonds is set ; you , in some by lane , Have gain'd a ...
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... hundred cheats : " She slipt spadillo in her breast , Then thought to turn it to a jest : There's Mrs. Cut and she combine , And to each other give the sign . " Through every game pursues her tale , Like hunters o'er their evening ale ...
... hundred cheats : " She slipt spadillo in her breast , Then thought to turn it to a jest : There's Mrs. Cut and she combine , And to each other give the sign . " Through every game pursues her tale , Like hunters o'er their evening ale ...
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... hundred tongues , as poets use , When , to give every dame her due , A hundred thousand were too few ? Or how should I , alas ! relate The sum of all their senseless prate , Their inuendoes , hints , and slanders , Their meaning lewd ...
... hundred tongues , as poets use , When , to give every dame her due , A hundred thousand were too few ? Or how should I , alas ! relate The sum of all their senseless prate , Their inuendoes , hints , and slanders , Their meaning lewd ...
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... hundred a year ; A loss that Dick thought no mortal could bear . Dick sigh'd for his Doll , and his mournful arms cross'd ; Thought much of his Doll , and the jointure he lost ; The first vex'd him much , the other vex'd most . Thus ...
... hundred a year ; A loss that Dick thought no mortal could bear . Dick sigh'd for his Doll , and his mournful arms cross'd ; Thought much of his Doll , and the jointure he lost ; The first vex'd him much , the other vex'd most . Thus ...
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... of February , In seventeen hundred eight and twenty , To Fort St. George a pedlar went he . Ye Fates , when all he gets is spent , RETURN HIM BEGGAR AS HE WENT ! PAULUS : PAULUS : AN EPIGRAM . BY MR . LINDSAY . 40 SWIFT'S POEMS .
... of February , In seventeen hundred eight and twenty , To Fort St. George a pedlar went he . Ye Fates , when all he gets is spent , RETURN HIM BEGGAR AS HE WENT ! PAULUS : PAULUS : AN EPIGRAM . BY MR . LINDSAY . 40 SWIFT'S POEMS .
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Página 190 - 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!
Página 187 - To hear his out-of-fashion wit? But he takes up with younger folks, Who for his wine will bear his jokes. Faith, he must make his stories shorter, Or change his comrades once a quarter: In half the time he talks them round, There must another set be found.
Página 237 - Blot out, correct, insert, refine, Enlarge, diminish, interline ; Be mindful, when invention fails, To scratch your head, and bite your nails.
Página 13 - Now voices over voices rise, While each to be the loudest vies : They contradict, affirm, dispute, No single tongue one moment mute; All mad to speak, and none to hearken, They set the very lap-dog barking; Their chattering makes a louder din Than fishwives o'er a cup of gin ; Not schoolboys at a...
Página 191 - 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.
Página 235 - Brutes find out where their talents lie: A bear will not attempt to fly ; A founder'd horse will oft debate, Before he tries a five-barr'd gate ; A dog by instinct turns aside, Who sees the ditch too deep and wide. But man we find the only creature Who, led by Folly, combats Nature ; Who, when she loudly cries Forbear, With obstinacy fixes there ; And, where his genius least inclines, Absurdly bends his whole designs.
Página 248 - Short by the knees, entreat for peace. The consort of his throne and bed, A perfect goddess born and bred, Appointed sov'reign judge to sit On learning, eloquence, and wit. Our eldest hope, divine lulus, (Late, very late, O may he rule us !) What early manhood has he shown, Before his downy beard was grown ! Then think, what wonders will be done By going on as he begun, An heir for Britain to secure As long as sun and moon endure. The remnant of the royal blood Comes pouring on me like a flood; Bright...
Página 195 - Two kingdoms, just as faction led, Had set a price upon his head; But, not a traitor could be found, To sell him for six hundred pound. 'Had he but spar'd his tongue and pen, He might have rose like other men...
Página 260 - J shall ask, and you instruct me. See, the Muse unbars the gate ; Hark, the monkeys, how they prate ! All ye gods who rule the soul ! Styx, through Hell whose waters roll!
Página 264 - Hogarth !*' Thou, I hear, a pleasant rogue art. Were but you and I acquainted, Every Monster should be painted : You should try your graving tools On this odious group of Fools; Draw the beasts as I describe them...