The Works of Jonathan Swift: Miscellaneous poemsA. Constable, 1814 |
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... grace ; h ' imaginary paint ? her death - bed lie , ver and consuming atrophy ; varm to show their mortal ts methodically kill : ns differ but in name , the design the same ; [ The rest of the DE TO THE HON . SI WRITTEN AT MOOR - P I TE ...
... grace ; h ' imaginary paint ? her death - bed lie , ver and consuming atrophy ; varm to show their mortal ts methodically kill : ns differ but in name , the design the same ; [ The rest of the DE TO THE HON . SI WRITTEN AT MOOR - P I TE ...
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... grace ; Virgil and Epicurus will not do , Their courting a retreat like you , Unless I put in Cæsar's learning too : Your happy frame at once controls This great triumvirate of souls . V. Let not old Rome boast Fabius's fate ; • He sav ...
... grace ; Virgil and Epicurus will not do , Their courting a retreat like you , Unless I put in Cæsar's learning too : Your happy frame at once controls This great triumvirate of souls . V. Let not old Rome boast Fabius's fate ; • He sav ...
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... grace , mn train with death ; war , yet keeps it in the sheath . fears . VIII . Then tell , dear favourite Muse. VII . , those juggler's tricks , esigns and politics , norant fry , s escape their eye , the motions fly ) you expose the ...
... grace , mn train with death ; war , yet keeps it in the sheath . fears . VIII . Then tell , dear favourite Muse. VII . , those juggler's tricks , esigns and politics , norant fry , s escape their eye , the motions fly ) you expose the ...
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... grace , Squander'd his noisy talents to my face ; Nam'd every player on his fingers ends , Swore all the wits were his peculiar friends Talk'd with that saucy and familiar ease Of Wycherly , and you , and Mr Bays : † t Said , how a late ...
... grace , Squander'd his noisy talents to my face ; Nam'd every player on his fingers ends , Swore all the wits were his peculiar friends Talk'd with that saucy and familiar ease Of Wycherly , and you , and Mr Bays : † t Said , how a late ...
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... grace " - “ Item , for half a yard of lace . " Who that had wit would place it here , For every peeping fop to jeer ? To think that your brains ' issue is Expos'd to th ' excrement of his , In power of spittle and a clout , Whene'er he ...
... grace " - “ Item , for half a yard of lace . " Who that had wit would place it here , For every peeping fop to jeer ? To think that your brains ' issue is Expos'd to th ' excrement of his , In power of spittle and a clout , Whene'er he ...
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Página 328 - 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
Página 335 - 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 327 - I believe them true: They argue no corrupted mind In him; the fault is in mankind. This maxim more than all the rest Is thought too base for human breast: "In all distresses of our friends We first consult our private ends: While nature, kindly bent to ease us, Points out some circumstance to please us.
Página 329 - 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 329 - 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.
Página 137 - They dance in a round, Cutting capers and ramping; A mercy the ground Did not burst with their stamping.
Página 339 - LIBERTY was all his cry; for her he stood prepar'd to die; for her he boldly stood alone; for her he oft" expos'd his own. 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...
Página 96 - Box'd in a chair the beau impatient sits, While spouts run clattering o'er the roof by fits, And ever and anon with frightful din The leather sounds, he trembles from within.
Página 293 - Should to the priest confess their sins ; And thus the pious Wolf begins : — Good father, I must own with shame, That often I have been to blame : I must confess, on Friday last, Wretch that I was ! I broke my fast : But I defy the basest tongue To prove I did my neighbour wrong ; Or ever went to seek my food, By rapine, theft, or thirst of blood.
Página 95 - tis fair, yet seems to call a coach. The tuck'd-up sempstress walks with hasty strides, While streams run down her oil'd umbrella's sides. Here various kinds, by various fortunes led, Commence acquaintance underneath a shed. Triumphant Tories and desponding Whigs Forget their feuds, and join to save their wigs.