The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift...W. Durell & Company, 1812 |
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... hope , This brazen chain into a rope ; With which Prometheus shall be ti'd , And high in air for ever ride ; Where , if we find his liver grows , For want of vultures , we have crows . ON WOOD THE IRONMONGER . 1725 . SALMONEUS , as the ...
... hope , This brazen chain into a rope ; With which Prometheus shall be ti'd , And high in air for ever ride ; Where , if we find his liver grows , For want of vultures , we have crows . ON WOOD THE IRONMONGER . 1725 . SALMONEUS , as the ...
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... hope , after all , that they will be his own . Which , & c . This book , I do 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 ...
... hope , after all , that they will be his own . Which , & c . This book , I do 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 ...
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... hope , Very soon to see Wood drop down from a rope . How he , and how we , at each other should grin ! ' Tis kindness to hold a friend up by the chin . But soft ! says the Herald ; I cannot agree ; For metal on metal is false heraldry ...
... hope , Very soon to see Wood drop down from a rope . How he , and how we , at each other should grin ! ' Tis kindness to hold a friend up by the chin . But soft ! says the Herald ; I cannot agree ; For metal on metal is false heraldry ...
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... hope for some reverse of fate , Virtue herself would now return too late . Not half thy course of misery is run , The greatest evils yet are scarce begun . Soon shall thy sons ( the time is just at hand ) Be all made captives in their ...
... hope for some reverse of fate , Virtue herself would now return too late . Not half thy course of misery is run , The greatest evils yet are scarce begun . Soon shall thy sons ( the time is just at hand ) Be all made captives in their ...
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... hope , I leave to your contriver , Pope : None loves his king and country better , Yet none was ever less their debtor . MARBLE HILL . Then let him come and take a nap In summer on my verdant lap : Lady Charlotte de Roussy , a French ...
... hope , I leave to your contriver , Pope : None loves his king and country better , Yet none was ever less their debtor . MARBLE HILL . Then let him come and take a nap In summer on my verdant lap : Lady Charlotte de Roussy , a French ...
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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...