The Works of the English Poets: SwiftH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... use us thus . Well - though you ' ve rais'd her to this high degree , Ourselves are rais'd as well as the ; And , fpite of all that they or you can do , " Tis pride and happiness enough to me Still to be of the fame exalted fex with you ...
... use us thus . Well - though you ' ve rais'd her to this high degree , Ourselves are rais'd as well as the ; And , fpite of all that they or you can do , " Tis pride and happiness enough to me Still to be of the fame exalted fex with you ...
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... use perfume : " Here , a page fill'd with billets - doux : On t'other fide , " Laid out for fhoes " - “ Madam , I die without your grace ” — “ Item , for half a yard of lace . ” Who that had wit would place it here , For every peeping ...
... use perfume : " Here , a page fill'd with billets - doux : On t'other fide , " Laid out for fhoes " - “ Madam , I die without your grace ” — “ Item , for half a yard of lace . ” Who that had wit would place it here , For every peeping ...
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... use , Was metamorphos'd into pews ; 85 90 95 100 * The tribes of Ifrael are sometimes diftinguished in country churches by the enfigns given to them by Jacob . E 2 Which 1 105 Which still their ancient nature keep , By BAUCIS AND ...
... use , Was metamorphos'd into pews ; 85 90 95 100 * The tribes of Ifrael are sometimes diftinguished in country churches by the enfigns given to them by Jacob . E 2 Which 1 105 Which still their ancient nature keep , By BAUCIS AND ...
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... use His pills , his almanacks , or shoes : And you that did your fortunes feek Step to his grave but once a week : This earth , which bears his body's print , You'll find has fo much virtue in ' t , That I durft pawn my ears ' twill ...
... use His pills , his almanacks , or shoes : And you that did your fortunes feek Step to his grave but once a week : This earth , which bears his body's print , You'll find has fo much virtue in ' t , That I durft pawn my ears ' twill ...
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... use of a trope ; that " an heir to invite , " Was like keeping her monument always in fight . ” But , when I thought proper , I alter'd my note ; And in her own hearing I boldly did vote , That her Majesty stood in great need of a Tutor ...
... use of a trope ; that " an heir to invite , " Was like keeping her monument always in fight . ” But , when I thought proper , I alter'd my note ; And in her own hearing I boldly did vote , That her Majesty stood in great need of a Tutor ...
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Стр. 20 - Madam, I die without your grace"— « Item, for half a yard of lace." Who that had wit would place it here, For every peeping fop to jeer ? In power of fpittle and a clout, Whene'er he pleafe, to blot it out; And then, to heighten the difgrace, Clap his own nonfenfe in the place. Whoe'er
Стр. 49 - to the top> As if they ne'er had touch'da drop. The good old couple were amaz'd, 35 And often on each other gaz'd ; For both were frighten'd to the heart, And juft began to cry, — What art! Then foftly turn'd afide to view Whether the lights were burning blue.
Стр. 92 - From Pope, from Parnell, or from Gay ?" Such tattle often entertains • 95 My lord and me as far as Staines, As once a week we travel down To Windfor, and again to town, Where all that pafles inter
Стр. 89 - clear, •*• For life, fix hundred pounds a-year, A handfome houfe to lodge a friend,. A river at my garden's end, A terrace-walk, and half a rood £: Of land fet out to plant a Wood. Well, now I have all this and more, I afk not to increafe my
Стр. 334 - afliam'd to ufe a glafs; And till I fee them with thefe eyes, •» ' Whoever fays you have them, lies. No length of time can make you quit Honour and virtue, fenfe and wit : Thus you may ftill be young to me, While I can better bear than fee. Oh, ne'er may Fortune
Стр. 159 - Tis never by invention got, Men have it when they know it not. Our converfation to refine, Humour and wit muft both combine : From both we learn to railly well, Wherein fometimes the French excel. Voiture, in various lights, difplays That irony which turns to praife : His genius firft
Стр. 25 - Truly, fays he, Mrs. Nab, it might become you to be more civil; If your money be gone, as a learned divine fays, d'ye fee, You .are no text for my handling ; fo take that from me : I was never taken for a conjurer before, I'd have you to know.
Стр. 170 - you live to fee the day When Stella's locks muft all be grey. When age muft print a furrow'd trace On every feature of her face ; Though you, and all your fenfelefs tribe, Could art, or time, or nature bribe, To make you look like Beauty's
Стр. 51 - which it cannot turn. The groaning-chair began to crawl, •85 Like a huge fnail, along the wall; There ftuck aloft in public view, And, with fmall change, a pulpit grew. The porringers, that in a row Hung high, and made a glittering
Стр. 95 - the Queen A dangerous treatife J writ againft the fpleen; Which, by the ftyle, the matter, and the drift, 'Tis thought could be the work of none but Swift. Poor York ! the harmlefs tool of others hate j He fues for pardon ||, and repents too late. Now,