The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift...W. Durell & Company, 1812 |
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... Nymph going to Bed , Strephon and Chloe , Apollo , or a Problem solved , A Panegyric on the Dean , Twelve Articles , The Revolution at Market Hill , Traulus , a Dialogue between Tom and Robin , Robin and Harry , To Betty the Grisette ...
... Nymph going to Bed , Strephon and Chloe , Apollo , or a Problem solved , A Panegyric on the Dean , Twelve Articles , The Revolution at Market Hill , Traulus , a Dialogue between Tom and Robin , Robin and Harry , To Betty the Grisette ...
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... Nymph going to Bed , Cassinus and Peter , Strephon and Chloe , Apollo , or a Problem solved , 174 184 186 - 190 195 · 197 · 198 201 203 - 208 211 216 219 220 224 225 227 228 - 232 234 244 The Place of the Damned , . The Day of Judgment ...
... Nymph going to Bed , Cassinus and Peter , Strephon and Chloe , Apollo , or a Problem solved , 174 184 186 - 190 195 · 197 · 198 201 203 - 208 211 216 219 220 224 225 227 228 - 232 234 244 The Place of the Damned , . The Day of Judgment ...
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... nymph will pass , Just fifteen , coming summer's grass , Your jetty locks with garlands crown'd : While all the ' squires for nine miles round , Attended by a brace of curs , With jockey boots and silver spurs , No less than justices o ...
... nymph will pass , Just fifteen , coming summer's grass , Your jetty locks with garlands crown'd : While all the ' squires for nine miles round , Attended by a brace of curs , With jockey boots and silver spurs , No less than justices o ...
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... nymph decays , We say , she's past her dancing days ; So poets lose their feet by time , And can no longer dance in rhyme . Your annual bard had rather chose To celebrate your birth in prose : Yet merry folks , who want by chance A pair ...
... nymph decays , We say , she's past her dancing days ; So poets lose their feet by time , And can no longer dance in rhyme . Your annual bard had rather chose To celebrate your birth in prose : Yet merry folks , who want by chance A pair ...
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... nymph within . The owl foresaw , in pensive mood , The ruin of her ancient seat ; And fled in haste , with all her brood , To seek a more secure retreat . Last trolled forth the gentle swine , To ease her itch against the stump , And ...
... nymph within . The owl foresaw , in pensive mood , The ruin of her ancient seat ; And fled in haste , with all her brood , To seek a more secure retreat . Last trolled forth the gentle swine , To ease her itch against the stump , And ...
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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...