The works of Jonathan Swift, Volum 2G. Faulkner, 1744 |
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... Thought , Simile , Epithet , or particular Manner of Style but whatever he writ , whether good , bad , or indifferent , is an Original in itself . Although we are very fenfible , that in fome of the following Poems , the Ladies may ...
... Thought , Simile , Epithet , or particular Manner of Style but whatever he writ , whether good , bad , or indifferent , is an Original in itself . Although we are very fenfible , that in fome of the following Poems , the Ladies may ...
Pàgina 2
... thought my Money was as fafe as my Maidenhead . So , when I came up again , I found my Pocket feel very light , But when I fearch'd , and miss'd my Purse , Lord ! I thought , I should have funk outright : Lord ! Madam , fays Mary , how ...
... thought my Money was as fafe as my Maidenhead . So , when I came up again , I found my Pocket feel very light , But when I fearch'd , and miss'd my Purse , Lord ! I thought , I should have funk outright : Lord ! Madam , fays Mary , how ...
Pàgina 5
... thought you fo : You know , I honour the Cloth ; I defign to be a Parfon's Wife ; I never took one in your Coat for a Conjurer in all my Life . " With that , he twisted his Girdle at me like With POEMS on feveral OCCASIONS . 5.
... thought you fo : You know , I honour the Cloth ; I defign to be a Parfon's Wife ; I never took one in your Coat for a Conjurer in all my Life . " With that , he twisted his Girdle at me like With POEMS on feveral OCCASIONS . 5.
Pàgina 6
... thought , I fhould have fwoon'd : Lord , faid I , what shall I do ? I have loft my Money ; and I fhall lose my True- love too . So , my Lord call'd me ; * Harry , faid my Lord , don't cry , I'll give fomething towards thy Lofs : And ...
... thought , I fhould have fwoon'd : Lord , faid I , what shall I do ? I have loft my Money ; and I fhall lose my True- love too . So , my Lord call'd me ; * Harry , faid my Lord , don't cry , I'll give fomething towards thy Lofs : And ...
Pàgina 14
... thought he might endure The Flashes of Ardelia's Eyes . The Nymph , who oft had read in Books , Of that bright God , whom Bards invoke , Soon knew Apollo by his Looks , And guess'd his Bufinefs , ' ere he spoke . He He in the old ...
... thought he might endure The Flashes of Ardelia's Eyes . The Nymph , who oft had read in Books , Of that bright God , whom Bards invoke , Soon knew Apollo by his Looks , And guess'd his Bufinefs , ' ere he spoke . He He in the old ...
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The Works of Jonathan Swift: containing additional letters, tracts ..., Volum 2 Jonathan Swift,Sir Walter Scott Visualització completa - 1883 |
The Works of Jonathan Swift: Containing Additional Letters, Tracts ..., Volum 2 Jonathan Swift Visualització completa - 1883 |
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 372 - So geographers, in Afric maps, With savage pictures fill their gaps, And o'er unhabitable downs Place elephants for want of towns.
Pàgina 69 - Love why do we one passion call, When 'tis a compound of them all ? Where hot and cold, where sharp and sweet, In all their equipages meet; Where pleasures mix'd with pains appear, Sorrow with joy, and hope with fear; Wherein his dignity and age Forbid Cadenus to engage.
Pàgina 224 - tis a quaint device : Your still-born poems shall revive, And scorn to wrap up spice. Get all your verses printed fair, Then let them well be dried j And Curll must have a special care To leave the margin wide. Lend these to paper-sparing ' Pope ; And when he sits to write. No letter with an envelope Could give him more delight.
Pàgina 20 - Had never left each other's side ; The chimney to a steeple grown, The jack would not be left alone ; But, up against the steeple rear'd, Became a clock...
Pàgina 365 - Thus when Philomela drooping Softly seeks her silent mate, See the bird of Juno stooping ; Melody resigns to fate.
Pàgina 32 - Threat'ning with deluge this devoted town. To shops in crowds the daggled females fly, Pretend to cheapen goods, but nothing buy.
Pàgina 61 - A father, and the nymph his child. That innocent delight he took To see the virgin mind her book, Was but the master's secret joy In school to hear the finest boy.
Pàgina 104 - To raise the lumber from the earth. But view him in another scene, When all his drink is Hippocrene, His money...
Pàgina 33 - Street they sail'd from, by their Sight and Smell. ' They, as each Torrent drives, with rapid Force From Smithfield, or St. Pulchre's shape their Course, And in huge Confluent join at Snow-Hill Ridge, Fall from the Conduit prone to Holborn- Bridge. Sweepings from Butchers...
Pàgina 227 - THIS day, whate'er the Fates decree, Shall still be kept with joy by me : This day, then, let us not be told That you are sick and I grown old, Nor think on our approaching ills, And talk of spectacles and pills : To-morrow will be time enough To hear such mortifying stuff.