The Works, Nide 11J. Johnson, 1803 |
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... nature , always in the right , To your decays adapts my sight ; And wrinkles undistinguish'd pass , For I'm asham'd to use a glass ; And till I see them with these eyes , Whoever says you have them , lyes . No length of time can make ...
... nature , always in the right , To your decays adapts my sight ; And wrinkles undistinguish'd pass , For I'm asham'd to use a glass ; And till I see them with these eyes , Whoever says you have them , lyes . No length of time can make ...
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... natural vein , Treat you in heroick strain . I , as all the parish knows , Hardly can be grave in prose : Still to lash , and lashing smile , Ill befits a lofty style . From the planet of my birth I encounter vice - with mirth . Wicked ...
... natural vein , Treat you in heroick strain . I , as all the parish knows , Hardly can be grave in prose : Still to lash , and lashing smile , Ill befits a lofty style . From the planet of my birth I encounter vice - with mirth . Wicked ...
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... nature has resolv'd to pay her The cat's nine lives , and eke the care . Long may she live , and help her friends Whene'er it suits her private ends ; Domestick business never mind Till coffee has her stomach lin'd ; But , when her ...
... nature has resolv'd to pay her The cat's nine lives , and eke the care . Long may she live , and help her friends Whene'er it suits her private ends ; Domestick business never mind Till coffee has her stomach lin'd ; But , when her ...
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... in caverns pent , Till Nature pointed out a vent . 7 * The dean of St. Paul's , father to the bishop . H. How have you torn my heart to pieces With maggots G 2 DR . SWIFT TO MR . POPE . 63 A Love Poem from a Physician.
... in caverns pent , Till Nature pointed out a vent . 7 * The dean of St. Paul's , father to the bishop . H. How have you torn my heart to pieces With maggots G 2 DR . SWIFT TO MR . POPE . 63 A Love Poem from a Physician.
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... nature . ON CUTTING DOWN THE OLD THORN AT MARKET - HILL . Ar Market - Hil ) , as well appears , By chronicle of ancient date , There stood for many hundred years A spacious thorn before the gate . The Dean used to call lady Acheson by ...
... nature . ON CUTTING DOWN THE OLD THORN AT MARKET - HILL . Ar Market - Hil ) , as well appears , By chronicle of ancient date , There stood for many hundred years A spacious thorn before the gate . The Dean used to call lady Acheson by ...
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Ballyspellin bard Behold better bishop Cælia cassock Chloe clouds countess of Suffolk court criticks crown dame damn'd Dean DEAN SWIFT dear death Delany delight DERMOT Dick divine doctor Drapier dreadful Dublin dullest beast ears EPIGRAM eyes face fair fame fate foes fools friends give goddess gown grace grown half head hear heart Hibernian honour Ireland JONATHAN SWIFT Jove king lady learning lord lord Carteret madam MARBLE HILL merit mind Muse ne'er never night nose numbers nymph o'er Patrick's poem poets poor Pope praise pride publick quadrille queen rhymes rogue round scorn SHEELAH shine sick sing Sir Arthur Sir Arthur Acheson Sir Thomas Prendergast soul spite spleen Strephon sure swear Swift tell thee There's thou thought thousand tongue tories true Twill verse vex'd virtue whig wise Wood
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Sivu 226 - Offending race of human kind, By nature, reason, learning, blind ; You who, through frailty, stepp'd aside ; And you, who never fell from pride : You who in different sects were shamm'd, And come to see each other damn'd ; (So some folk told you, but they knew No more of Jove's designs than you ;) — The world's mad business now is o'er, And I resent these pranks no more. — I to such blockheads set my wit ! I damn such fools ! — Go, go, you're bit.
Sivu 84 - Nor do they trust their tongues alone, But speak a language of their own; Can read a nod, a shrug, a look, Far better than a printed book; Convey a libel in a frown, And wink a reputation down; Or by the tossing of the fan, Describe the lady and the man.
Sivu 226 - Amaz'd, confus'd, its fate unknown, The world stands trembling at his throne! While each pale sinner hung his head, Jove, nodding, shook the heavens, and said: "Offending race of human kind, By nature, reason, learning, blind; You who, through frailty...
Sivu 242 - Behold the fatal day arrive! How is the Dean? He's just alive. Now the departing prayer is read: He hardly breathes. The Dean is dead.
Sivu 239 - 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.
Sivu 240 - 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.
Sivu 289 - So geographers, in Afric maps, With savage pictures fill their gaps, And o'er unhabitable downs Place elephants for want of towns.
Sivu 238 - I'adversite' de nos meilleurs amis, nous trouvons toujours quelque chose qui ne nous de"plait pas ; ' — ' In the adversity of our best friends, we always find something that doth not displease us.
Sivu 241 - 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 152 - Dear madam, whene'er of a barrack I think, An I were to be hang'd, I can't sleep a wink: For if a new crotchet comes into my brain, I can't get it out, though I'd never so fain.