The Works of Dr. Jonathan Swift, Dean of St. Patrick's, Dublin, Volum 7W. Bowyer, C. Bathurst, W. Owen, W. Strahan, J. Rivington, J. Hinton, L. Davis, and C. Reymers, R. Baldwin, J. Dodsley, S. Crowder and Company and B. Collins., 1768 |
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Pàgina v
... Death and Daphne On Stephen Duck 181 185 786 201 A Panegyrick on the Dean The Place of the Damn'd A beautiful young Nymph going to Bed 202 Strephon and Chloe Apollo , or a Problem folved Caffinus and Peter 205 219 221 A 2 Judas Judas ...
... Death and Daphne On Stephen Duck 181 185 786 201 A Panegyrick on the Dean The Place of the Damn'd A beautiful young Nymph going to Bed 202 Strephon and Chloe Apollo , or a Problem folved Caffinus and Peter 205 219 221 A 2 Judas Judas ...
Pàgina 17
... death , I left the town , upon occafion of that incurable breach among the great men at court , and went down to Berkshire . Mr. Pope's Profe Works , Vol . II . Let . V. In SICKNESS . Written foon after the author's coming to C in THE ...
... death , I left the town , upon occafion of that incurable breach among the great men at court , and went down to Berkshire . Mr. Pope's Profe Works , Vol . II . Let . V. In SICKNESS . Written foon after the author's coming to C in THE ...
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... death , Oct. 1714 . T IS true , then why should I repine , To fee my life fo faft decline ? But why obfcurely here alone , Where I am neither lov'd nor known ? My state of health none care to learn ; My life is here no foul's concern ...
... death , Oct. 1714 . T IS true , then why should I repine , To fee my life fo faft decline ? But why obfcurely here alone , Where I am neither lov'd nor known ? My state of health none care to learn ; My life is here no foul's concern ...
Pàgina 19
... death pursues the coward as he flies ! The youth in vain would fly from fate's attack , With trembling knees and terror at his back ; Though fear should lend him pinions like the wind , Yet fwifter fate will feize him from behind ...
... death pursues the coward as he flies ! The youth in vain would fly from fate's attack , With trembling knees and terror at his back ; Though fear should lend him pinions like the wind , Yet fwifter fate will feize him from behind ...
Pàgina 29
... now be her friend , whenever she pleases : And the gifts I beftow'd her will find her a lover , Tho ' fhe lives to be grey as a badger all over . An An ELEGY on the much - lamented death of Mr. APOLLO TO THE DEAN . 29.
... now be her friend , whenever she pleases : And the gifts I beftow'd her will find her a lover , Tho ' fhe lives to be grey as a badger all over . An An ELEGY on the much - lamented death of Mr. APOLLO TO THE DEAN . 29.
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The Works of Dr. Jonathan Swift, Dean of St. Patrick's, Dublin ..., Volum 7 Jonathan Swift,John Hawkesworth Visualització completa - 1760 |
The Works of Dr. Jonathan Swift, Dean of St. Patrick's, Dublin ..., Volum 7 Jonathan Swift,John Hawkesworth Visualització completa - 1766 |
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 71 - But, that which wonderful appears, I speak to eyes, and not to ears. He oft...
Pàgina 275 - Let them rave at making laws ; While they never hold their tongue, Let them dabble in their dung : Let them form a grand committee, How to plague and starve the city ; Let them...
Pàgina 417 - THE VOWELS 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.
Pàgina 261 - So geographers, in Afric maps, With savage pictures fill their gaps, And o'er unhabitable downs Place elephants for want of towns.
Pàgina 92 - That lies in old wood like a hare in her form ; With teeth or with claws it will bite or will scratch, And chambermaids christen this worm a deathwatch ; Because like a watch it always cries click ; Then woe be to those in the house who are sick : For, as sure as a gun, they will give up the ghost, If the maggot cries click when it scratches the post.
Pàgina 260 - Depend upon't their judgment's right. But if you blab, you are undone : Consider what a risk you run : You lose your credit all at once ; The town will mark you for a dunce ; The vilest doggrel, Grub-street sends, Will pass for yours with foes and friends ; And you must bear the whole disgrace, Till some fresh blockhead takes your place.
Pàgina 178 - Hence the mean and sordid soul, Like his body, rank and foul; Hence that wild suspicious peep, Like a rogue that steals a sheep...
Pàgina 146 - But, madam, I beg you contrive and invent, And worry him out, till he gives his consent. Dear madam, whene'er of a barrack I think, An I were to be hang'd, I can't sleep a wink : For if a new crotchet comes into my brain, I can't get it out, though I'd never so fain.
Pàgina 359 - The Ass approaching next, confess'd, That in his heart he loved a jest: A wag he was, he needs must own, And could not let a dunce alone: Sometimes his friend he would not...
Pàgina 256 - Hath blasted with poetic fire. What hope of custom in the fair, While not a soul demands your ware? Where you have nothing to produce For private life, or public use? Court, city, country want you not; You cannot bribe, betray, or plot.