The Works of the Rev. Dr. Jonathan Swift ...C. Bathurst, W. Strahan, 1784 |
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... praise , ' Tis now grown an incurable difcafe : In vain to quench this foolish fire I try In wifdom and philofophy :. In vain all wholefome herbs I fow , Where nought but weeds will grow : Whate'er I plant ( like corn on barren carth ) ...
... praise , ' Tis now grown an incurable difcafe : In vain to quench this foolish fire I try In wifdom and philofophy :. In vain all wholefome herbs I fow , Where nought but weeds will grow : Whate'er I plant ( like corn on barren carth ) ...
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... praise . And our good brethren of the furly fect , Muft e'en all herd us with their kindred fools : For though , poffefs'd of prefent vogue , they've made Railing , a rule of wit , and obloquy , a trade ; Yet the fame want of brains ...
... praise . And our good brethren of the furly fect , Muft e'en all herd us with their kindred fools : For though , poffefs'd of prefent vogue , they've made Railing , a rule of wit , and obloquy , a trade ; Yet the fame want of brains ...
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... praises it can give , By which fome fondly boaft they fhall for ever live , Won't pay th ' impertinence of being known : Elfe why should the fam'd Lydian king , ( Whom all the charms of an ufurped wife and ftate , With all that power ...
... praises it can give , By which fome fondly boaft they fhall for ever live , Won't pay th ' impertinence of being known : Elfe why should the fam'd Lydian king , ( Whom all the charms of an ufurped wife and ftate , With all that power ...
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... to beauty , and the praise Of that proud tyrant fex of hers . The rebel Mufe , alas ! takes part But with my own rebellious heart , C 2 And And you with fatal and immortal wit confpire To fan ODE TO THE ATHENIAN SOCIETY . 19.
... to beauty , and the praise Of that proud tyrant fex of hers . The rebel Mufe , alas ! takes part But with my own rebellious heart , C 2 And And you with fatal and immortal wit confpire To fan ODE TO THE ATHENIAN SOCIETY . 19.
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... 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 Takes journeys in it like a chaife ; Or in a boat , whene'er thou wilt , Canft make it ferve ...
... 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 Takes journeys in it like a chaife ; Or in a boat , whene'er thou wilt , Canft make it ferve ...
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Page 89 - Not thinking it is levee-day, And find his honour in a pound, Hemm'd by a triple circle round, Chequer'd with ribbons blue and green: How should I thrust myself between?
Page 164 - Thou, Stella, wert no longer young, When first for thee my harp was strung, Without one word of Cupid's darts, Of killing eyes, or bleeding hearts ; With friendship and esteem possest, I ne'er admitted Love a guest.
Page 143 - Preferring his regard for me Before his credit, or his fee. Some formal visits, looks, and words, What mere humanity affords, I meet perhaps from three or four, From whom I once expected more ; Which those who tend the sick for pay Can act as decently as they : But no obliging tender friend To help at my approaching end. My life is now a burden grown To others, ere it be my own.
Page 27 - tis the same Thing, the Chaplain will be here anon. So the Chaplain came in; now the Servants say, he is my Sweet-heart, Because he's always in my Chamber, and I always take his Part; So, as the Devil would have it, before I was aware, out I blunder'd, Parson, said I, can you cast a Nativity, when a Body's plunder'd? (Now you must know, he hates to be call'd Parson, like the Devil.) Truly, says he, Mrs.
Page 38 - And travels not, but runs a race. From Paris gazette a-la-main, This day arriv'd, without his train, Mordanto in a week from Spain. A messenger comes all a-reek Mordanto at Madrid to seek; He left the town above a week.
Page 27 - You are no Text for my Handling, so take that from me : I was never taken for a Conjurer before, I'd have you to know.
Page 24 - Then the Bell rung, and I went down to put my Lady to Bed, And, God knows, I thought my Money was as safe as my Maidenhead.
Page 118 - To form and cultivate her mind. He hardly knew, till he was told, Whether the nymph were young or old ; Had met her in a public place...
Page 51 - Tis now no kettle, but a bell. A wooden jack, which had almost Lost by disuse the art to roast, A sudden alteration feels, Increased by new intestine wheels ; And, what exalts the wonder more, The number made the motion slower.
Page 307 - Like the labourers of Babel. Now I am a dog, or cow, I can bark, or I can low; I can bleat, or I can sing, Like the warblers of the spring. Let the lovesick bard complain...