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 |
Des de l'interior del llibre
Resultats 1 - 5 de 47.
Pàgina 4
... hands to lay On magazines of corn or hay , Gold ready coin'd appear'd , instead Of paultry provender and bread : Hence by wife farmers we are told , Old hay is equal to old gold ; And hence a critick deep maintains , We learn to weigh ...
... hands to lay On magazines of corn or hay , Gold ready coin'd appear'd , instead Of paultry provender and bread : Hence by wife farmers we are told , Old hay is equal to old gold ; And hence a critick deep maintains , We learn to weigh ...
Pàgina 5
... hands Was loft among Paftolus ' fands , Against whose torrent while he fwims The golden fcurf peels off his limbs : Fame spreads the news , and people travel From far to gather golden gravel ; Midas , expos'd to all the jeers , Had loft ...
... hands Was loft among Paftolus ' fands , Against whose torrent while he fwims The golden fcurf peels off his limbs : Fame spreads the news , and people travel From far to gather golden gravel ; Midas , expos'd to all the jeers , Had loft ...
Pàgina 6
... hand fo much : And scholars give it for the cause Of British Midas ' dirty paws ; Which while the fenate ftrove to fcour , They wash'd away the chemic power . While he his utmost strength apply'd , To fwim against the pop'lar tide , The ...
... hand fo much : And scholars give it for the cause Of British Midas ' dirty paws ; Which while the fenate ftrove to fcour , They wash'd away the chemic power . While he his utmost strength apply'd , To fwim against the pop'lar tide , The ...
Pàgina 7
... hands . The Reverend Dr. SHERIDAN to J. S. D. D. D. S. P. D. DE Written in the Year 1712 . EAR dean , fince in cruxes and puns you and I deal , Pray why is a woman a fieve and a riddle ? ' Tis a thought that came into my noddle this ...
... hands . The Reverend Dr. SHERIDAN to J. S. D. D. D. S. P. D. DE Written in the Year 1712 . EAR dean , fince in cruxes and puns you and I deal , Pray why is a woman a fieve and a riddle ? ' Tis a thought that came into my noddle this ...
Pàgina 10
... hands . See , faid the fire , how foon ' tis done : Then took and broke them one by one . So ftrong you'll be , in friendship ty'd ; So quickly broke if See more of the author's endeavours to procure a re- concilement among them , in Mr ...
... hands . See , faid the fire , how foon ' tis done : Then took and broke them one by one . So ftrong you'll be , in friendship ty'd ; So quickly broke if See more of the author's endeavours to procure a re- concilement among them , in Mr ...
Continguts
7 | |
11 | |
53 | |
59 | |
60 | |
65 | |
86 | |
94 | |
100 | |
106 | |
115 | |
121 | |
138 | |
155 | |
161 | |
167 | |
177 | |
185 | |
219 | |
226 | |
325 | |
335 | |
337 | |
344 | |
356 | |
375 | |
377 | |
383 | |
389 | |
403 | |
410 | |
430 | |
Altres edicions - Mostra-ho tot
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 |
Frases i termes més freqüents
againſt Becauſe beft biſhops cafe Calia cauſe Chloe clouds court criticks damn'd dean dear Dear Dear defire Dick divine dreft Dublin e'er ears ev'ry eyes face fafe faid fame fcorn feems feen fent ferve feven fhall fhew fhould fide fight filks fill'd filver fince fing firft firſt flave fome foon foul fpirits ftand ftate ftill ftir fuch fure fwear give glaſs goddeſs head heart hell himſelf houſe Jove juft juſt lady laft laſt leaſt lefs loft lord madam mafter minifter moft moſt mufe muft Muſe muſt ne'er never nofe noſe nymph o'er paffion parfon plac'd pleaſe poem poets pow'r praiſe prefent pride raiſe reafon round ſay ſcarce ſcene ſee ſeen ſhall ſhe ſtate Strephon tell thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou thouſand twill uſe verfes whig whoſe wife worfe Written
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.