The Works of Jonathan Swift, D.D., Dean of St. Patrick's, Dublin, Volumen6C. Bathurst, C. Davis, C. Hitch and L. Hawes, J. Hodges, R. and J. Dodsley, and W. Bowyer., 1754 |
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... king's permiffion , Though foes to love , attend the feffion , And on the right hand took their places In order ; on the left , the Graces : To whom she might her doubts propose On all emergencies that rofe . The Mufes oft were seen to ...
... king's permiffion , Though foes to love , attend the feffion , And on the right hand took their places In order ; on the left , the Graces : To whom she might her doubts propose On all emergencies that rofe . The Mufes oft were seen to ...
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... king Wil- liam's reign , and twice in queen Anne's created baron Harley of Wigmore , earl of Oxford and earl Mortimer , the 24th of April 1711 , and lord IO high treafurer of England , on the 29th of the faid month . In this year the ...
... king Wil- liam's reign , and twice in queen Anne's created baron Harley of Wigmore , earl of Oxford and earl Mortimer , the 24th of April 1711 , and lord IO high treafurer of England , on the 29th of the faid month . In this year the ...
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... kings , Came an heir - loom , as Homer fings . Though this defcription looks fo big , That Sceptre was a fapless twig , Which from the fatal day , when first It left the foreft where ' twas nurs'd , As Homer tells us o'er and o'er , Nor ...
... kings , Came an heir - loom , as Homer fings . Though this defcription looks fo big , That Sceptre was a fapless twig , Which from the fatal day , when first It left the foreft where ' twas nurs'd , As Homer tells us o'er and o'er , Nor ...
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... king of Greece was dead , His foul and Spirit did divide , And each part took a diff'rent side : One rofe a ftar ; the other fell Beneath , and mended fhoes in hell . Thus Partridge ftill fhines in each art , The cobling and far ...
... king of Greece was dead , His foul and Spirit did divide , And each part took a diff'rent side : One rofe a ftar ; the other fell Beneath , and mended fhoes in hell . Thus Partridge ftill fhines in each art , The cobling and far ...
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... against the same . " Now God preferve our gracious king , And grant , his nobles all May learn this leffon from duke Nic . That pride will have a fall . * Fragment " I1 F meagre Gildon draws his venal quill , I 120 DUKE UPON DUKE .
... against the same . " Now God preferve our gracious king , And grant , his nobles all May learn this leffon from duke Nic . That pride will have a fall . * Fragment " I1 F meagre Gildon draws his venal quill , I 120 DUKE UPON DUKE .
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Página 128 - 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 129 - Tis love, not devotion, that turns up her eyes; Those stars of this world are too good for the skies. ' But Chloe so lively, so easy, so fair — Her wit so genteel, without art, without care; When she comes in my way, the motion, the pain, The leapings, the achings, return all again.
Página 284 - 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.
Página 28 - He gathers all the parish there ; Points out the place of either yew, Here Baucis, there Philemon, grew ; Till once a parson of our town, To mend his barn, cut Baucis down ; At which, 'tis hard to be...
Página 28 - what's this you tell us ? I hope you don't believe me jealous ? But yet, methinks, I feel it true ; And really yours is budding too : — Nay — now I cannot stir my foot ; It feels as if 'twere taking root.
Página 245 - HERE continueth to rot The Body of FRANCIS CHARTRES, Who, with an INFLEXIBLE CONSTANCY, and INIMITABLE UNIFORMITY of Life, PERSISTED, In spite of AGE and INFIRMITIES, In the Practice of EVERY HUMAN VICE, Excepting PRODIGALITY and HYPOCRISY : His insatiable AVARICE exempted him from the first, His matchless IMPUDENCE from the second.
Página 7 - Cadenus many things had writ : Vanessa much esteem'd his wit, And call'd for his poetic works : Meantime the boy in secret lurks ; And, while the book was in her hand, The urchin from his private stand Took aim, and shot with all his strength A dart of such prodigious length, It pierc'd the feeble volume through, And deep transfix'd her bosom too.
Página 23 - Having through all the village past, To a small cottage came at last, Where dwelt a good old honest ye'man, Call'd in the neighbourhood Philemon ; Who kindly did these saints invite In his poor hut to pass the night ; And then the hospitable...
Página 283 - tis a shocking sight, And he's engaged to-morrow night; My Lady Club will take it ill, If he should fail her at quadrille. He loved the Dean— (I lead a heart,) But dearest friends, they say, must part. His time was come: he ran his race; We hope he's in a better place.
Página 282 - I'm sorry; but we all must die. Indifference clad in Wisdom's Guise, All Fortitude of Mind supplies: For how can stony Bowels melt, In those who never Pity felt; When We are lash'd, They kiss the Rod; Resigning to the Will of God.