The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift...W. Durell & Company, 1812 |
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... there's nothing more proper Than the liquor he deals in , his own melted copper ; Unless , like the Dutch , you rather would boil This coiner of raps * in a cauldron of oil . Then choose which you please , and let each bring a faggot ...
... there's nothing more proper Than the liquor he deals in , his own melted copper ; Unless , like the Dutch , you rather would boil This coiner of raps * in a cauldron of oil . Then choose which you please , and let each bring a faggot ...
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... ll choose to be wiser than witty . Which nobody can deny . * Two famous bankers . F. The halfpence are coming , the nation's undoing , There's SONG ON WOOD'S HALFPENCE . 13 . A new Song on Wood's Halfpence A new Song on Wood's Halfpence ·
... ll choose to be wiser than witty . Which nobody can deny . * Two famous bankers . F. The halfpence are coming , the nation's undoing , There's SONG ON WOOD'S HALFPENCE . 13 . A new Song on Wood's Halfpence A new Song on Wood's Halfpence ·
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Jonathan Swift John Nichols. The halfpence are coming , the nation's undoing , There's an end of your ploughing , and baking , and brewing ; In short , you must all go to rack and to ruin . Which , & c . Both high men and low men , and ...
Jonathan Swift John Nichols. The halfpence are coming , the nation's undoing , There's an end of your ploughing , and baking , and brewing ; In short , you must all go to rack and to ruin . Which , & c . Both high men and low men , and ...
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... There would then not be room in it left for a mouse ; But the squire's too wise , he will not take a souse . Which , & c . The farmer , who comes with his rent in this cash , For taking these counters , and being so rash , Will be kick ...
... There would then not be room in it left for a mouse ; But the squire's too wise , he will not take a souse . Which , & c . The farmer , who comes with his rent in this cash , For taking these counters , and being so rash , Will be kick ...
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... there you will find , That no man need take them but who has a mind , For which we must say that his Majesty's kind ... there's an end of your credit . Which nobody can deny . A SERIOUS POEM UPON WILLIAM WOOD , BRAZIER , TINKER 16 ...
... there you will find , That no man need take them but who has a mind , For which we must say that his Majesty's kind ... there's an end of your credit . Which nobody can deny . A SERIOUS POEM UPON WILLIAM WOOD , BRAZIER , TINKER 16 ...
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Ballyspellin better bishop CHIG countess of Suffolk court crown dame damn'd dare Dean DEAN SWIFT dear death Delany delight Dick divine Domitilla Drapier's Dublin dull Dunciad e'er ears Envy eyes face fame fill'd foes fool friends fruitful fancy give goddess gown grace groat grown half hate head hear heart honour Ireland Jove king lady learning Lord Lord Carteret madam MARBLE HILL Market-hill mind Muse ne'er neighbours Nereids never nice night nose numbers nymph o'er once poem poets poor Pope praise pride prince quadrille queen rais'd rapparees rhymes RICHMOND LODGE rogue round RSITY scorn sick sing Sir Arthur Acheson soon soul spite spleen Stephen Duck Strephon swear SWIFT talk taste tell thee There's thou thought thousand tongue tories true UNIV verse vex'd virtue whene'er whig wise Wood
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Sivu 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.
Sivu 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...
Sivu 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.
Sivu 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.
Sivu 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.
Sivu 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.
Sivu 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.
Sivu 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...
Sivu 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...
Sivu 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...