The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift, D.D. ...: With Notes, Historical and Critical, Volumen24

W. Durell, 1813
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Página 32 - View him with scornful yet with jealous eyes, And hate for arts that caused himself to rise ; Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And without sneering, teach the rest to sneer, Willing to wound, and yet afraid to strike ; Just hint a fault and hesitate dislike...
Página 32 - Peace to all such ! but were there one whose fires True genius kindles, and fair fame inspires; Blest with each talent and each art to please, And born to write, converse, and live with ease : Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne...
Página 80 - And sensible soft melancholy. " Has she no faults then, (Envy says) Sir ?" Yes, she has one, I must aver; When all the world conspires to praise her, The woman's deaf, and does not hear.
Página 30 - Commas and points they set exactly right, And 'twere a sin to rob them of their mite.
Página 36 - Tis but the funeral of the former year. Let joy or ease, let affluence or content, And the gay conscience of a life well spent, Calm every thought, inspirit every grace, Glow in thy heart, and smile upon thy face Let day improve on day, and year on year, Without a pain, a trouble, or a fear...
Página 18 - I'm afraid, If all your debts to Greece and Rome were paid. From this deep fund our author largely draws, Nor sinks his credit lower than it was. Though plays for honour in old time he made, 'Tis now for better reasons— to be paid. Believe him, he has known the world too long, : And seen the death of much immortal song.
Página 50 - If I would not give up the three Graces, I wish I were hang'd like a dog, And at court all the drawingroom faces, For a glance of my sweet Molly Mog.
Página 31 - But each man's secret standard in his mind, That casting-weight pride adds to emptiness, This who can gratify ? for who can guess ?• The bard whom pilfer'd pastorals renown, Who turns a Persian tale for half a crown...
Página 162 - ... his writings have had on the town ; how many thousand follies they have either quite banished, or given a very great check to ; how much countenance they have added to virtue and religion ; how many people they have rendered happy, by showing them it was their own fault if they were not so ; and, lastly, how entirely they have convinced our fops and young fellows of the value and advantages of learning.
Página 156 - Review * is quite exhausted, and grown so very contemptible, that though he has provoked all his brothers of the quill round, none of them will enter into controversy with him. This fellow, who had excellent natural parts, but wanted a small foundation of learning, is a lively instance of those wits, who, as an ingenious author says, " will endure but one skimming.

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