The Works of the English Poets: SwiftH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... mind with public cares poffeft , All Europe's bufinefs in his breaft ) , Obferv'd a parfon near Whitehall Cheapening old authors on a ftall . The priest was pretty well in cafe , And fhew'd fome humour in his face ; Look'd with an eafy ...
... mind with public cares poffeft , All Europe's bufinefs in his breaft ) , Obferv'd a parfon near Whitehall Cheapening old authors on a ftall . The priest was pretty well in cafe , And fhew'd fome humour in his face ; Look'd with an eafy ...
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... mind , " To get my warrant quickly fign'd : " Confider , ' tis my first request . " . Be fatisfy'd , I'll do my beft : Then presently he falls to teaze , " You may for certain , if you please ; “ I doubt not , if his lordship knew ...
... mind , " To get my warrant quickly fign'd : " Confider , ' tis my first request . " . Be fatisfy'd , I'll do my beft : Then presently he falls to teaze , " You may for certain , if you please ; “ I doubt not , if his lordship knew ...
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... mind ; Which , having found an equal flame ,. Unites , and both become the fame , In different breasts together burn , Together both to ashes turn . But women now feel no fuch fire , And only know the grofs defire . Their paffions move ...
... mind ; Which , having found an equal flame ,. Unites , and both become the fame , In different breasts together burn , Together both to ashes turn . But women now feel no fuch fire , And only know the grofs defire . Their paffions move ...
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... mind Stops thus , and turns with every wind ; Thus whirling round together draws Fools , fops , and rakes , for chaff and straws . Hence we conclude , no womens hearts 60 Are won by virtue , wit , and parts : Nor are the men of sense to ...
... mind Stops thus , and turns with every wind ; Thus whirling round together draws Fools , fops , and rakes , for chaff and straws . Hence we conclude , no womens hearts 60 Are won by virtue , wit , and parts : Nor are the men of sense to ...
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... mind To fee her empire thus declin'd , When first this grand debate arofe , 130 Above her wisdom to compofe , Conceiv'd a project in her head To work her ends ; which , if it fped , Would fhew the merits of the cause Far better than ...
... mind To fee her empire thus declin'd , When first this grand debate arofe , 130 Above her wisdom to compofe , Conceiv'd a project in her head To work her ends ; which , if it fped , Would fhew the merits of the cause Far better than ...
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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,