The Works, Nide 11J. Johnson, 1803 |
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... sing Thy universal sway . So , when Amphion bade the lyre To more majestick sound aspire , Behold the madding throng , In wonder and oblivion drown'd , To sculpture turn'd by magick sound , And petrifying song . THIS STELLA'S BIRTH ...
... sing Thy universal sway . So , when Amphion bade the lyre To more majestick sound aspire , Behold the madding throng , In wonder and oblivion drown'd , To sculpture turn'd by magick sound , And petrifying song . THIS STELLA'S BIRTH ...
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... only for instructions in the principles of religion , but in all sorts of literature , viz . legendi et scholasticæ eruditionis gratiâ . H. The shepherd in his bower might sleep or sing Nor D2 ON ST . PATRICK'S WELL . 27.
... only for instructions in the principles of religion , but in all sorts of literature , viz . legendi et scholasticæ eruditionis gratiâ . H. The shepherd in his bower might sleep or sing Nor D2 ON ST . PATRICK'S WELL . 27.
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Jonathan Swift. The shepherd in his bower might sleep or sing Nor dread the adder's tooth , nor scorpion's sting . With omens oft I strove to warn thy swains , Omens , the types of thy impending chains , I sent the magpie from the ...
Jonathan Swift. The shepherd in his bower might sleep or sing Nor dread the adder's tooth , nor scorpion's sting . With omens oft I strove to warn thy swains , Omens , the types of thy impending chains , I sent the magpie from the ...
Sivu 30
... sing , Such godlike virtues in the king ; A minister so fill'd with zeal And wisdom for the commonweal ; If he who in the chair presides So steadily the senate guides : If others , whom you make your theme , Are seconds in the glorious ...
... sing , Such godlike virtues in the king ; A minister so fill'd with zeal And wisdom for the commonweal ; If he who in the chair presides So steadily the senate guides : If others , whom you make your theme , Are seconds in the glorious ...
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... Sing my praise in strain sublime : Treat me not with doggrel rhyme . ' Tis but just , you should produce , With each fault , each fault's excuse ; Not to publish every trifle , And my few perfections stifle . With some gifts at least ...
... Sing my praise in strain sublime : Treat me not with doggrel rhyme . ' Tis but just , you should produce , With each fault , each fault's excuse ; Not to publish every trifle , And my few perfections stifle . With some gifts at least ...
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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.