The British Poets: Including Translations ...C. Whittingham, 1822 |
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... nose ; Can at her morning tea run o'er The scandal of the day before ; Improving hourly in her skill To cheat and wrangle at quadrille . In choosing lace a critic nice , Knows to a groat the lowest price ; Can in her female clubs ...
... nose ; Can at her morning tea run o'er The scandal of the day before ; Improving hourly in her skill To cheat and wrangle at quadrille . In choosing lace a critic nice , Knows to a groat the lowest price ; Can in her female clubs ...
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... nose : Cut down the dock , ' twill sprout again ; but , O ! Love rooted out again will never grow . DER . No more that brier thy tender legs shall rake ; 2 ( I spare the thistle for Sir Arthur's sake ) Sharp are the stones ; take thou ...
... nose : Cut down the dock , ' twill sprout again ; but , O ! Love rooted out again will never grow . DER . No more that brier thy tender legs shall rake ; 2 ( I spare the thistle for Sir Arthur's sake ) Sharp are the stones ; take thou ...
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... nose , Then sudden draws it back again , O what a pleasure mix'd with pain ! You every moment think an age Till he appears upon the stage : And first his bum you see him clap Upon the Queen of Sheba's lap : The Duke of Lorrain drew his ...
... nose , Then sudden draws it back again , O what a pleasure mix'd with pain ! You every moment think an age Till he appears upon the stage : And first his bum you see him clap Upon the Queen of Sheba's lap : The Duke of Lorrain drew his ...
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... nose , And jogging my toes ; Lady Acheson , wife to Sir Arthur Acheson . 2 The Dean used to call her by those names . But at present , forsooth , I must not rub 44 MISCELLANIES . My Lady's Lamentation and Complaint against Dean.
... nose , And jogging my toes ; Lady Acheson , wife to Sir Arthur Acheson . 2 The Dean used to call her by those names . But at present , forsooth , I must not rub 44 MISCELLANIES . My Lady's Lamentation and Complaint against Dean.
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... nose , long and thin , Grows down to my chin ; My chin will not stay , But meets it half way ; My fingers prolix Are ten crooked sticks : He swears my el - bows Are two iron crows ; Or sharp pointed rocks , And wear out my smocks : To ...
... nose , long and thin , Grows down to my chin ; My chin will not stay , But meets it half way ; My fingers prolix Are ten crooked sticks : He swears my el - bows Are two iron crows ; Or sharp pointed rocks , And wear out my smocks : To ...
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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.