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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... thers or fofter - fifters ; and thus to call nurses fofter - mothers ; the pooreft claim kindred their husbands fofter - fathers ; with the richeft . D 4 Afk Ask that of old madam , She'll tell you who's AN IRISH FEAST . 39.
... thers or fofter - fifters ; and thus to call nurses fofter - mothers ; the pooreft claim kindred their husbands fofter - fathers ; with the richeft . D 4 Afk Ask that of old madam , She'll tell you who's AN IRISH FEAST . 39.
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Jonathan Swift John Hawkesworth, Deane Swift. Ask that of old madam , She'll tell you who's who As far up as Adam , She knows it is ' true . Come down with that beam , If cudgels are fcarce , A blow on the weam , Or a kick on the a -- fe ...
Jonathan Swift John Hawkesworth, Deane Swift. Ask that of old madam , She'll tell you who's who As far up as Adam , She knows it is ' true . Come down with that beam , If cudgels are fcarce , A blow on the weam , Or a kick on the a -- fe ...
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... madam , try this pigeon's leg ; Was happy , when he could prevail To make her only touch a quail . Through Through candle light fhe view'd the wine To fee that [ 54 ] Stella at Wood Park A quibbling Elegy on Juge Boat VOL VII.
... madam , try this pigeon's leg ; Was happy , when he could prevail To make her only touch a quail . Through Through candle light fhe view'd the wine To fee that [ 54 ] Stella at Wood Park A quibbling Elegy on Juge Boat VOL VII.
Pàgina 138
... approaching ruin , When thy retrospection vast Sees the glorious ages paft ? Happy nation ! were we blind , Or had only eyes behind . * Ireland . Drown Drown your morals , madam cries , I'll have none [ 138 ] To Janus on New-year's-Day.
... approaching ruin , When thy retrospection vast Sees the glorious ages paft ? Happy nation ! were we blind , Or had only eyes behind . * Ireland . Drown Drown your morals , madam cries , I'll have none [ 138 ] To Janus on New-year's-Day.
Pàgina 139
Jonathan Swift John Hawkesworth, Deane Swift. Drown your morals , madam cries , I'll have none but forward eyes ; Prudes decay'd about may tack , Strain their necks with looking back ; Give me time when coming on : Who regards him when ...
Jonathan Swift John Hawkesworth, Deane Swift. Drown your morals , madam cries , I'll have none but forward eyes ; Prudes decay'd about may tack , Strain their necks with looking back ; Give me time when coming on : Who regards him when ...
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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.