The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift...W. Durell & Company, 1812 |
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... tell you , is writ for your goods , And a very good book ' tis against Mr. Wood's ; If you stand true together , he's left in the suds . Which , & c . Ye shopmen , and tradesmen , and farmers , go read it , For I think in my soul at ...
... tell you , is writ for your goods , And a very good book ' tis against Mr. Wood's ; If you stand true together , he's left in the suds . Which , & c . Ye shopmen , and tradesmen , and farmers , go read it , For I think in my soul at ...
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... tell the secret ; and pray do not blab : He is an old stump , cut out of a Crab ; And England has put this Crab to a hard use , To cudgel our bones , and for drink give us verjuice ; And therefore his witnesses justly may boast , That ...
... tell the secret ; and pray do not blab : He is an old stump , cut out of a Crab ; And England has put this Crab to a hard use , To cudgel our bones , and for drink give us verjuice ; And therefore his witnesses justly may boast , That ...
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... would your suffering share ; Or give my scrap life to you , And think it far beneath your due You , to whose care so oft I owe That I'm alive to tell you so . ; HORACE , BOOK I. ODE XIV . PÁRAPHRASED , AND 26 SWIFT'S POEMS .
... would your suffering share ; Or give my scrap life to you , And think it far beneath your due You , to whose care so oft I owe That I'm alive to tell you so . ; HORACE , BOOK I. ODE XIV . PÁRAPHRASED , AND 26 SWIFT'S POEMS .
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... Tell me , what have I to write ? Every error I could find Through the mazes of your mind , Have my busy Muse employ'd , Till the company was cloy'd . Are you positive and fretful , Heedless , ignorant , forgetful ? * The original copy ...
... Tell me , what have I to write ? Every error I could find Through the mazes of your mind , Have my busy Muse employ'd , Till the company was cloy'd . Are you positive and fretful , Heedless , ignorant , forgetful ? * The original copy ...
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... tell the reason why ; Never to hold her tongue a minute , While all she prates has nothing in it ; Whole hours can with a coxcomb sit , And take his nonsense all for wit ; Her learning mounts to read a song , But half the words ...
... tell the reason why ; Never to hold her tongue a minute , While all she prates has nothing in it ; Whole hours can with a coxcomb sit , And take his nonsense all for wit ; Her learning mounts to read a song , But half the words ...
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Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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...