The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift, D.D., Dean of St. Patrick's, Dublin, Volume 7J. Johnson, J. Nichols, R. Baldwin, Otridge and Son, J. Sewell, F. and C. Rivington, T. Payne, R. Faulder, G. and J. Robinson, R. Lea, J. Nunn, W. Cuthell, T. Egerton, ... [and 12 others], 1801 |
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... er their skin , So he wore his within , Made up of virtue and transparent innocence ; And though he oft renew'd the fight , And almost got priority of sight , He ne'er could overcome her ... Whene'er she takes ODE TO SIR WILLIAM TEMPLE .
... er their skin , So he wore his within , Made up of virtue and transparent innocence ; And though he oft renew'd the fight , And almost got priority of sight , He ne'er could overcome her ... Whene'er she takes ODE TO SIR WILLIAM TEMPLE .
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... er she takes this flight , She soars clear out of sight . These are the paradises of her own : Thy Pegasus , like an unruly horse , Though ne'er so gently led , To the lov'd pasture where he us'd to feed , Runs violent o'er his usual ...
... er she takes this flight , She soars clear out of sight . These are the paradises of her own : Thy Pegasus , like an unruly horse , Though ne'er so gently led , To the lov'd pasture where he us'd to feed , Runs violent o'er his usual ...
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... Whene'er I mourn , stops my complaining breath , " With promise of a mad reversion after death . XII . Then , Sir , accept this worthless verse , The tribute of an humble Muse , ' Tis all the portion of my niggard stars ; Nature the ...
... Whene'er I mourn , stops my complaining breath , " With promise of a mad reversion after death . XII . Then , Sir , accept this worthless verse , The tribute of an humble Muse , ' Tis all the portion of my niggard stars ; Nature the ...
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... whene'er I think of it : As at the closing of an unhappy scene Of some great king and conqueror's death , When the sad melancholy Muse Stays but to catch his utmost breath . I grieve , this nobler work most happily begun , So quickly ...
... whene'er I think of it : As at the closing of an unhappy scene Of some great king and conqueror's death , When the sad melancholy Muse Stays but to catch his utmost breath . I grieve , this nobler work most happily begun , So quickly ...
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... Whene'er he please to blot it out ; And then , to heighten the disgrace , Clap his own nonsense in the place . Whoe'er expects to hold his part In such a book , and such a heart , If he be wealthy , and a fool , Is in all points the ...
... Whene'er he please to blot it out ; And then , to heighten the disgrace , Clap his own nonsense in the place . Whoe'er expects to hold his part In such a book , and such a heart , If he be wealthy , and a fool , Is in all points the ...
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Page 41 - force Apply'd at bottom stops its course : Doom'd ever in suspense to dwell, 'Tis now no kettle, but a bell. A wooden jack, which had almost 65 Lost by disuse the art to roast, A sudden alteration feels, Increas'd by new intestine wheels; And, what exalts the wonder more, The number made the motion
Page 287 - WE are little airy creatures, All of different voice and features One of us in glass is set, One of us you 'll find in jet. T' other you may see in tin, And the fourth a box within. If the fifth you should pursue, It can never fly from you. XXI.
Page 41 - 75 Had never left each other's side : The chimney to a steeple grown, The jack would not be left alone ; But, up against the steeple rear'd, Became a clock, and still adher'd ; 80 And still its love to houshold cares, By a shrill voice at noon, declares, Warning the cookmaid not to burn That
Page 80 - Would take me in his coach to chat, And question me of this and that; As "What's o'clock?" And, "How's the wind?" " Whose chariot's that we left behind?" 90 Or gravely try to read the lines Writ underneath the country signs * ; Or, " Have you nothing new to day " From Pope, from Parnell, or from Gay ?
Page 111 - She noted all she ever read ! And had a most discerning head ! 'Tis an old maxim in the schools, That flattery's the food of fools; Yet now and then your men of wit 760 Will condescend to take a bit.
Page 113 - And will each accidental glance Interpret for a kind advance. But what success Vanessa met Is to the world a secret yet. Whether the nymph, to please her swain, 820 Talks in a high romantick strain; Or whether he at last descends To act with less
Page 80 - My lord and me as far as Staines, As once a week we travel down To Windsor, and again to town, Where all that passes inter nos Might be proclaim'd at Charing-cross. 100 Yet some I know with envy swell, Because they see me us'd so well:
Page 353 - die in his calling, He stopt at the George for a bottle of sack, And promis'd to pay for it when he came back. His waistcoat, and stockings, and breeches, were white; His cap had a new cherry riband to tye 't. The maids to the doors and the balconies ran, •• And
Page 82 - could I see my country seat! There leaning near a gentle brook, Sleep, or peruse some ancient book ; 130 And there in sweet oblivion drown Those cares that haunt the court and town *. THE AUTHOR UPON HIMSELF. 1713. [A few of the first lines are wanting.] * * * By an
Page 330 - Let them neither starve nor stuff: And, that you may have your due, Let your neighbours carve for you. [This comparison will hold, Could it well in rhyme be told, How conversing, listening, thinking, Justly may resemble drinking ; For a friend a glass you fill, What is this but to