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 13
... rise ; And paufing o'er a pipe , with doubtfulnod Give hints , that poets ne'er believe in God ; So , clowns on scholars as on wizards look , And take a folio for a conj'ring book § . Swift had the fin of wit , no venial crime ; Nay ...
... rise ; And paufing o'er a pipe , with doubtfulnod Give hints , that poets ne'er believe in God ; So , clowns on scholars as on wizards look , And take a folio for a conj'ring book § . Swift had the fin of wit , no venial crime ; Nay ...
Pàgina 39
... rise from their feast , And hot are their brains , A cubit at least The length of their * fkeans . What ftabs and what cuts , What clatt'ring of sticks ; What ftrokes on the guts , What bastings and kicks ! With cudgels of oak Well ...
... rise from their feast , And hot are their brains , A cubit at least The length of their * fkeans . What ftabs and what cuts , What clatt'ring of sticks ; What ftrokes on the guts , What bastings and kicks ! With cudgels of oak Well ...
Pàgina 61
... rise , The famish'd cow her want fupplies : Without an ounce of laft year's flesh : Whate'er fhe gains is young and fresh ; Grows plump and round , and full of mettle , As rifing from Medea's kettle , With youth and beauty to enchant ...
... rise , The famish'd cow her want fupplies : Without an ounce of laft year's flesh : Whate'er fhe gains is young and fresh ; Grows plump and round , and full of mettle , As rifing from Medea's kettle , With youth and beauty to enchant ...
Pàgina 109
... rise . RICHMOND - LODGE . My mafter , scarce a fortnight fince , Was grown as wealthy as a prince ; But now it will be no fuch thing , For he'll be poor as any king : And by his crown will nothing get ; But like a king to run in debt ...
... rise . RICHMOND - LODGE . My mafter , scarce a fortnight fince , Was grown as wealthy as a prince ; But now it will be no fuch thing , For he'll be poor as any king : And by his crown will nothing get ; But like a king to run in debt ...
Pàgina 115
... rise . The world , a willing ftander - by , Inclines to aid a fpecious lye : Alas ! they would not do you wrong , But all appearances are ftrong . Yet whence proceeds this weight we lay On what detracting people say ; For let mankind ...
... rise . The world , a willing ftander - by , Inclines to aid a fpecious lye : Alas ! they would not do you wrong , But all appearances are ftrong . Yet whence proceeds this weight we lay On what detracting people say ; For let mankind ...
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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 |
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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.