The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift, D.D. ...: With Notes, Historical and Critical, Nide 17J. Johnson, 1808 |
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... sick ; I wish the dinner at Old Nick . " At table now she acts her part , Has all the dinner cant by heart : " I thought we were to dine alone , My dear ; for sure , if I had known This company would come to - day- But really ' tis my ...
... sick ; I wish the dinner at Old Nick . " At table now she acts her part , Has all the dinner cant by heart : " I thought we were to dine alone , My dear ; for sure , if I had known This company would come to - day- But really ' tis my ...
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... sick to this day . ' " Never since I was born did I hear so much wit , And , madam , I laugh'd till I thought I should split . Ovids , Plutarchs , Homers . F. So So then you look'd scornful , and snift at the THE GRAND QUESTION DEBATED .
... sick to this day . ' " Never since I was born did I hear so much wit , And , madam , I laugh'd till I thought I should split . Ovids , Plutarchs , Homers . F. So So then you look'd scornful , and snift at the THE GRAND QUESTION DEBATED .
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... sick muse , Warms the heart with amorous fire ; Still her tenderest notes infuse Melting rapture , soft desire . Beauteous Helen young and gay , By a painted fopling won , Went not first , fair nymph , astray , Fondly pleas'd to be ...
... sick muse , Warms the heart with amorous fire ; Still her tenderest notes infuse Melting rapture , soft desire . Beauteous Helen young and gay , By a painted fopling won , Went not first , fair nymph , astray , Fondly pleas'd to be ...
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... sick ; I'm so full of pity , I never abuse sick ; * This medley ( for it cannot be called a poem ) is given as a specimen of those bagatelles for which the Dean hath perhaps been too severely censured . H. † Richard Helsham , M. D. ...
... sick ; I'm so full of pity , I never abuse sick ; * This medley ( for it cannot be called a poem ) is given as a specimen of those bagatelles for which the Dean hath perhaps been too severely censured . H. † Richard Helsham , M. D. ...
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... sick , and when I am spew sick . I pitied my cat , whom I knew by her mew sick : She mended at first , but now she's anew sick . Captain Butler made some in the church black and blue sick . Dean Cross , had he preach'd , would have made ...
... sick , and when I am spew sick . I pitied my cat , whom I knew by her mew sick : She mended at first , but now she's anew sick . Captain Butler made some in the church black and blue sick . Dean Cross , had he preach'd , would have made ...
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Ballyspellin better bishop Burnet Cælia church colonel court damn'd Dean dear Delany Derbyshire devil Dick doctor Drapier's drink Dublin duke dullest beast earl ears Egad EPIGRAM eyes fair Faith fame fool Footman friends gentleman give goddess grace hand hang'd head hear heard em say heart honour hope humour king Lady Answ lady Answerall Lady Smart ladyship learned live lord lord Carteret madam maid married mind Miss Muse ne'er never Neverout night nose nymph o'er person pleas'd poem poets polite poor Pray prince quadrille rhymes rogue Sheridan sick Sir John Sir Thomas Prendergast Sparkish speaking Strephon sure swear Swift tell thee there's thing Thomas Burnet Thomas Sheridan thou thought told tongue true twill verse vex'd virtues whig wine wise word XVII
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Sivu 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!
Sivu 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.
Sivu 237 - Blot out, correct, insert, refine, Enlarge, diminish, interline ; Be mindful, when invention fails, To scratch your head, and bite your nails.
Sivu 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...
Sivu 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.
Sivu 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.
Sivu 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...
Sivu 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...
Sivu 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!
Sivu 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...