The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift...W. Durell & Company, 1812 |
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... poor to house In frosty nights their starving cows , While not a blade of grass or hay Appears from Michaelmas to May , Must let their cattle range in vain For food along the barren plain , Meagre and lank with fasting grown , And ...
... poor to house In frosty nights their starving cows , While not a blade of grass or hay Appears from Michaelmas to May , Must let their cattle range in vain For food along the barren plain , Meagre and lank with fasting grown , And ...
Sivu 14
... poor men , and free men and thrall men , Will suffer ; and this man , and that man , and all men . Which , & c . The soldier is ruin'd , poor man ! by his pay ; His fivepence will prove but a farthing a day , For meat , or for drink ...
... poor men , and free men and thrall men , Will suffer ; and this man , and that man , and all men . Which , & c . The soldier is ruin'd , poor man ! by his pay ; His fivepence will prove but a farthing a day , For meat , or for drink ...
Sivu 15
... poor farthings are sunk in their price ; When nothing is left , they must live on their lice . Which , & c . The squire possess'd of twelve thousand a year , O Lord ; What a mountain his rents would appear ! Should he take them , he ...
... poor farthings are sunk in their price ; When nothing is left , they must live on their lice . Which , & c . The squire possess'd of twelve thousand a year , O Lord ; What a mountain his rents would appear ! Should he take them , he ...
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... poor Shelah * toil , Fire will not roast , nor water boil . Through all the valleys , hills , and plains , The goddess Want in triumph reigns : And her chief officers of state , Sloth , Dirt , and Theft , around her wait . Their place ...
... poor Shelah * toil , Fire will not roast , nor water boil . Through all the valleys , hills , and plains , The goddess Want in triumph reigns : And her chief officers of state , Sloth , Dirt , and Theft , around her wait . Their place ...
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... Poor floating isle , tost on ill - fortune's wave , Ordain'd by fate to be the land of slaves ; Shall moving Delos now deep - rooted stand : Thou , fix'd of old , be now the moving land ? Although the metaphor be worn and stale ...
... Poor floating isle , tost on ill - fortune's wave , Ordain'd by fate to be the land of slaves ; Shall moving Delos now deep - rooted stand : Thou , fix'd of old , be now the moving land ? Although the metaphor be worn and stale ...
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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...