The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift, D.D. ...: With Notes, Historical and Critical, Том 17J. Johnson, 1808 |
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... Bishops .... 170 171 172 170 Horace , Book IV . Ode 19. Addressed to Humphrey French , Esq . Lord Mayor of Dublin ... 180 On the Death of Dr. Swift ..... 183 Epistle to two Friends , Dr. Helsham and Dr. Sheridan . 200 .... Dr. Helsham's ...
... Bishops .... 170 171 172 170 Horace , Book IV . Ode 19. Addressed to Humphrey French , Esq . Lord Mayor of Dublin ... 180 On the Death of Dr. Swift ..... 183 Epistle to two Friends , Dr. Helsham and Dr. Sheridan . 200 .... Dr. Helsham's ...
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... Bishop of Derry .. ib . Epigram on the same ... 281 An Apology , & c ............ . 282 The Dean's Manner of Living . 287 Verses made for Fruit - women , & c . ib . On Rover , a Lady's Spaniel ......... . 290 To Dr. Swift . A Birthday ...
... Bishop of Derry .. ib . Epigram on the same ... 281 An Apology , & c ............ . 282 The Dean's Manner of Living . 287 Verses made for Fruit - women , & c . ib . On Rover , a Lady's Spaniel ......... . 290 To Dr. Swift . A Birthday ...
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... bishop This dangerous horrid motion dish up As popish craft ? did he not rail on't ? Show fire and faggot in the tail on't ? Proving the earl a grand offender , And in a plot for the pretender ; Whose fleet , ' tis all our friends ...
... bishop This dangerous horrid motion dish up As popish craft ? did he not rail on't ? Show fire and faggot in the tail on't ? Proving the earl a grand offender , And in a plot for the pretender ; Whose fleet , ' tis all our friends ...
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... bishops were old women . Poor Envy durst not show her phiz , She was so terrified at his . He waded , without any shame , Through thick and thin to get a name , Tried every sharping trick for bread , And after all he seldom sped . When ...
... bishops were old women . Poor Envy durst not show her phiz , She was so terrified at his . He waded , without any shame , Through thick and thin to get a name , Tried every sharping trick for bread , And after all he seldom sped . When ...
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... bishop of Rome , 499 , made a decree , that no man should solicit for ecclesiastical preferment , before the death of the incumbent . H. AN EPISTLE . UPON AN EPISTLE FROM A CERTAIN DOCTOR E 3 AN EPISTLE TO LORD CARTERet . 53.
... bishop of Rome , 499 , made a decree , that no man should solicit for ecclesiastical preferment , before the death of the incumbent . H. AN EPISTLE . UPON AN EPISTLE FROM A CERTAIN DOCTOR E 3 AN EPISTLE TO LORD CARTERet . 53.
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Стр. 190 - Here shift the scene, to represent How those I love my death lament. Poor Pope will grieve a month, and Gay A week, and Arbuthnot a day. St. John himself will scarce forbear To bite his pen, and drop a tear. The rest will give a shrug, and cry, "I'm sorry— but we all must die!
Стр. 187 - To hear his out-of-fashion wit? But he takes up with younger folks, Who for his wine will bear his jokes. Faith, he must make his stories shorter, Or change his comrades once a quarter: In half the time he talks them round, There must another set be found.
Стр. 237 - Blot out, correct, insert, refine, Enlarge, diminish, interline ; Be mindful, when invention fails, To scratch your head, and bite your nails.
Стр. 13 - Now voices over voices rise, While each to be the loudest vies : They contradict, affirm, dispute, No single tongue one moment mute; All mad to speak, and none to hearken, They set the very lap-dog barking; Their chattering makes a louder din Than fishwives o'er a cup of gin ; Not schoolboys at a...
Стр. 191 - I'll venture for the vole.) Six deans, they say, must bear the pall : (I wish I knew what king to call.) Madam, your husband will attend The funeral of so good a friend.
Стр. 235 - Brutes find out where their talents lie: A bear will not attempt to fly ; A founder'd horse will oft debate, Before he tries a five-barr'd gate ; A dog by instinct turns aside, Who sees the ditch too deep and wide. But man we find the only creature Who, led by Folly, combats Nature ; Who, when she loudly cries Forbear, With obstinacy fixes there ; And, where his genius least inclines, Absurdly bends his whole designs.
Стр. 248 - Short by the knees, entreat for peace. The consort of his throne and bed, A perfect goddess born and bred, Appointed sov'reign judge to sit On learning, eloquence, and wit. Our eldest hope, divine lulus, (Late, very late, O may he rule us !) What early manhood has he shown, Before his downy beard was grown ! Then think, what wonders will be done By going on as he begun, An heir for Britain to secure As long as sun and moon endure. The remnant of the royal blood Comes pouring on me like a flood; Bright...
Стр. 195 - Two kingdoms, just as faction led, Had set a price upon his head; But, not a traitor could be found, To sell him for six hundred pound. 'Had he but spar'd his tongue and pen, He might have rose like other men...
Стр. 260 - J shall ask, and you instruct me. See, the Muse unbars the gate ; Hark, the monkeys, how they prate ! All ye gods who rule the soul ! Styx, through Hell whose waters roll!
Стр. 264 - 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...