The British Poets: Including Translations ...C. Whittingham, 1822 |
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... night up at quadrille : She stretches , gapes , unglues her eyes , And asks if it be time to rise ? Of headach and the spleen complains , And then , to cool her heated brains , Her nightgown and her slippers brought her , Takes a large ...
... night up at quadrille : She stretches , gapes , unglues her eyes , And asks if it be time to rise ? Of headach and the spleen complains , And then , to cool her heated brains , Her nightgown and her slippers brought her , Takes a large ...
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... night . ' Now loitering o'er her tea and cream , She enters on her usual theme , Her last night's ill success repeats , Calls Lady Spade a hundred cheats : ' She slipp'd Spadillo in her breast , Then thought to turn it to a jest ...
... night . ' Now loitering o'er her tea and cream , She enters on her usual theme , Her last night's ill success repeats , Calls Lady Spade a hundred cheats : ' She slipp'd Spadillo in her breast , Then thought to turn it to a jest ...
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... night . ' Whoever comes , I'm not within : ' . Quadrille's the word , and so begin . How can the Muse her aid impart , Unskill'd in all the terms of art ! Or in harmonious numbers put The deal , the shuffle , and the cut ? The ...
... night . ' Whoever comes , I'm not within : ' . Quadrille's the word , and so begin . How can the Muse her aid impart , Unskill'd in all the terms of art ! Or in harmonious numbers put The deal , the shuffle , and the cut ? The ...
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... night . Unlucky madam , left in tears , ( Who now again quadrille forswears ) With empty purse , and aching head , Steals to her sleeping spouse to bed . A PASTORAL DIALOGUE . 1728 . DERMOT , SHEELAH . 26 MISCELLANIES .
... night . Unlucky madam , left in tears , ( Who now again quadrille forswears ) With empty purse , and aching head , Steals to her sleeping spouse to bed . A PASTORAL DIALOGUE . 1728 . DERMOT , SHEELAH . 26 MISCELLANIES .
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... night By a Dean and a Knight . To punish my sins Sir Arthur begins , And gives me a wipe With Skinny and Snipe2 : His malice is plain , Hallooing the Dean . The Dean never stops When he opens his chops ; I'm quite overrun With rebus and ...
... night By a Dean and a Knight . To punish my sins Sir Arthur begins , And gives me a wipe With Skinny and Snipe2 : His malice is plain , Hallooing the Dean . The Dean never stops When he opens his chops ; I'm quite overrun With rebus and ...
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Æsop ALEXANDER POPE Apollo better bishops captain cassock Celia chin Chloe court crown dame damn'd dead Dean Dear devil Dick divine doctor Drapier's Drapier's Letters dread dress'd Dublin dullest beast dunce envy eyes face fair fame female fleer fools foul friends give goddess gown grace Grub-street half hate hath head hear heart hell honour JONATHAN SWIFT Jove keep king lady lash learn'd learning libels Lord LORD CARTERET madam maid mind Muse ne'er never nose numbers nymph o'er opaci PANEGYRIC parson pass'd poem poets poison'd poor Pope praise pride quadrille rage rhyme rogue round satire scorn shame sick sing Sir Arthur Acheson spite spleen squire stink Strephon swear sweet SWIFT tell thee There's thou thought thousand Tis true tongue Tory Traulus Twas twill verse vex'd virtue whene'er Whig wise writ write
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Стр. 122 - em? To all my Foes, dear Fortune, send Thy Gifts, but never to my Friend: I tamely can endure the first, But, this with Envy makes me burst.
Стр. 212 - Hogarth !*' Thou, I hear, a pleasant rogue art. Were but you and I acquainted, Every Monster should be painted : You should try your graving tools On this odious group of Fools; Draw the beasts as I describe them...
Стр. 12 - Alas ! they would not do you wrong ; But all appearances are strong. Yet whence proceeds this weight we lay On what detracting people say ! For let mankind discharge their tongues In venom, till they burst their lungs, Their utmost malice cannot make Your head, or tooth, or finger ache ; Nor spoil your shape, distort your face, Or put one feature out of place...
Стр. 206 - Meet when butchers bait a bear : Such a noise, and such haranguing, When a brother thief is hanging : Such a rout and such a rabble Run to hear Jackpudding gabble : Such a crowd their ordure throws On a far less villain's nose.
Стр. 144 - Would so discreetly things dispose, None ever saw her pluck a rose. Her dearest comrades never caught her Squat on her hams to make maid's water : You'd swear that so divine a creature Felt no necessities of nature.
Стр. 193 - So naturalists observe a flea Hath smaller fleas, that on him prey ; And these have smaller still to bite 'em, And so proceed ad infinitum.
Стр. 206 - For divines allow, that God Sometimes makes the devil his rod ; And the gospel will inform us, He can punish sins enormous. Yet should Swift endow the schools, For his lunatics and fools, With a rood or two of land, I allow the pile may stand. You perhaps will ask me, Why so ? But it is with this proviso : Since the house is like to last, Let the royal grant be pass'd. That the club have right to dwell Each within his proper cell, With a passage left to creep in, And a hole above for peeping.
Стр. 143 - And snap some cully passing by ; Or, struck with fear, her fancy runs On watchmen, constables, and duns, From whom she meets with frequent rubs; But never from religious clubs. Whose favour she is sure to find, Because she pays them all in kind. Corinna wakes. A dreadful sight ! — — Et I on gam incomitiita yidetur Ire Yiam.
Стр. 74 - I'm just coming down :" Then, turning to Hannah, and forcing a frown. Although it was plain in her heart she was glad, Cry'd, " Hussy, why sure the wench is gone mad ! How could these chimeras get into your brains ? — Come hither, and take this old gown for your pains: But the Dean, if this secret should come to his ears. Will never have done with his gibes and his jeers : For your life, not a word of the matter I charge ye : Give me but a barrack, a fig for the clergy.
Стр. 136 - He gave the little wealth he had, To build a house for fools and mad: And showed by one satiric touch, No nation wanted it so much: That kingdom he hath left his debtor, I wish it soon may have a better.