The Works of the English Poets: SwiftH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... rise again . XI . Shall I believe a spirit fo divine Was caft in the fame mold with mine ? Why then does Nature fo unjustly share Among her elder fons the whole eftate , And all her jewels and her plate ? Poor we ! cadets of Heaven ...
... rise again . XI . Shall I believe a spirit fo divine Was caft in the fame mold with mine ? Why then does Nature fo unjustly share Among her elder fons the whole eftate , And all her jewels and her plate ? Poor we ! cadets of Heaven ...
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... kind , With gaudy coat and shining train ; But loathfome fpots his body ftain : Out from fome hole obfcure he flies , When rains defcend , and tempefts rise , Till the fun clears the air ; and then Crawls Till SWIFT'S POEMS .
... kind , With gaudy coat and shining train ; But loathfome fpots his body ftain : Out from fome hole obfcure he flies , When rains defcend , and tempefts rise , Till the fun clears the air ; and then Crawls Till SWIFT'S POEMS .
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... rise , Shall read with envy and furprize Thy nofe outshining Cælia's eyes . JON . SWIFT . DAN JACKSON'S DEFENCE . 66 My verfe little better you ' ll find than my face is , " A word to the wife TH --- ut pictura poëfis . " HREE merry ...
... rise , Shall read with envy and furprize Thy nofe outshining Cælia's eyes . JON . SWIFT . DAN JACKSON'S DEFENCE . 66 My verfe little better you ' ll find than my face is , " A word to the wife TH --- ut pictura poëfis . " HREE merry ...
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... rise and set . While you and Spouse , transform'd , shall foon Be a new fun and a new moon : Nor fhall you strive your horns to hide , For then your horns fhall be your pride . $ 4 VERSES VERSES IF BY STELLA . F it be true , ANSWER TO ...
... rise and set . While you and Spouse , transform'd , shall foon Be a new fun and a new moon : Nor fhall you strive your horns to hide , For then your horns fhall be your pride . $ 4 VERSES VERSES IF BY STELLA . F it be true , ANSWER TO ...
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... rise , And fhew them his wit and his learning ; They never would hear , But turn the deaf ear , As a matter they had no concern in . You tell a good jest , And please all the rest ; Comes Dingley , and asks you , What was it ? And ...
... rise , And fhew them his wit and his learning ; They never would hear , But turn the deaf ear , As a matter they had no concern in . You tell a good jest , And please all the rest ; Comes Dingley , and asks you , What was it ? And ...
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Página 20 - Madam, I die without your grace"— « Item, for half a yard of lace." Who that had wit would place it here, For every peeping fop to jeer ? In power of fpittle and a clout, Whene'er he pleafe, to blot it out; And then, to heighten the difgrace, Clap his own nonfenfe in the place. Whoe'er
Página 49 - to the top> As if they ne'er had touch'da drop. The good old couple were amaz'd, 35 And often on each other gaz'd ; For both were frighten'd to the heart, And juft began to cry, — What art! Then foftly turn'd afide to view Whether the lights were burning blue.
Página 92 - From Pope, from Parnell, or from Gay ?" Such tattle often entertains • 95 My lord and me as far as Staines, As once a week we travel down To Windfor, and again to town, Where all that pafles inter
Página 89 - clear, •*• For life, fix hundred pounds a-year, A handfome houfe to lodge a friend,. A river at my garden's end, A terrace-walk, and half a rood £: Of land fet out to plant a Wood. Well, now I have all this and more, I afk not to increafe my
Página 334 - afliam'd to ufe a glafs; And till I fee them with thefe eyes, •» ' Whoever fays you have them, lies. No length of time can make you quit Honour and virtue, fenfe and wit : Thus you may ftill be young to me, While I can better bear than fee. Oh, ne'er may Fortune
Página 159 - Tis never by invention got, Men have it when they know it not. Our converfation to refine, Humour and wit muft both combine : From both we learn to railly well, Wherein fometimes the French excel. Voiture, in various lights, difplays That irony which turns to praife : His genius firft
Página 25 - Truly, fays he, Mrs. Nab, it might become you to be more civil; If your money be gone, as a learned divine fays, d'ye fee, You .are no text for my handling ; fo take that from me : I was never taken for a conjurer before, I'd have you to know.
Página 170 - you live to fee the day When Stella's locks muft all be grey. When age muft print a furrow'd trace On every feature of her face ; Though you, and all your fenfelefs tribe, Could art, or time, or nature bribe, To make you look like Beauty's
Página 51 - which it cannot turn. The groaning-chair began to crawl, •85 Like a huge fnail, along the wall; There ftuck aloft in public view, And, with fmall change, a pulpit grew. The porringers, that in a row Hung high, and made a glittering
Página 95 - the Queen A dangerous treatife J writ againft the fpleen; Which, by the ftyle, the matter, and the drift, 'Tis thought could be the work of none but Swift. Poor York ! the harmlefs tool of others hate j He fues for pardon ||, and repents too late. Now,