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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Jonathan Swift, John Hawkesworth. Swift seem'd to wonder what he meant , Nor wou'd believe my lord had fent ; So never offer'd once to stir ; 55 But coldly faid , your fervant , fir . Does he refufe me ? Harley cry'd : He does , with ...
Jonathan Swift, John Hawkesworth. Swift seem'd to wonder what he meant , Nor wou'd believe my lord had fent ; So never offer'd once to stir ; 55 But coldly faid , your fervant , fir . Does he refufe me ? Harley cry'd : He does , with ...
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... wonder what some people mean ; " My lord and he are grown fo great , 85 Always together , tête à tête 90 " What , they admire him for his jokes " See but the fortune of fome folks ! " There flies about a strange report Of fome express ...
... wonder what some people mean ; " My lord and he are grown fo great , 85 Always together , tête à tête 90 " What , they admire him for his jokes " See but the fortune of fome folks ! " There flies about a strange report Of fome express ...
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... wonder then if nicely skill'd In both capacities to build . As herald , he can in a day Repair a house * gone to decay ; Or by atchievement , arms , device , Erect a new one in a trice : And as a poet , he has skill To build in ...
... wonder then if nicely skill'd In both capacities to build . As herald , he can in a day Repair a house * gone to decay ; Or by atchievement , arms , device , Erect a new one in a trice : And as a poet , he has skill To build in ...
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... wonder long , ' Till one in raptures thus began To praise the pile and builder Van . Thrice happy poet ! who may'ft trail Thy house about thee like a fnail ; Or , harness'd to a nag , at ease Take journies in it like a chaise ; Or in a ...
... wonder long , ' Till one in raptures thus began To praise the pile and builder Van . Thrice happy poet ! who may'ft trail Thy house about thee like a fnail ; Or , harness'd to a nag , at ease Take journies in it like a chaise ; Or in a ...
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... due degrees For building fam'd , and juftly reckon'd At court Vitruvius the fecond : No wonder , fince wife authors fhow That beft foundations must be low : And And now the duke * has wifely ta'en him To 84 THE HISTORY OF.
... due degrees For building fam'd , and juftly reckon'd At court Vitruvius the fecond : No wonder , fince wife authors fhow That beft foundations must be low : And And now the duke * has wifely ta'en him To 84 THE HISTORY OF.
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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.