The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift, D.D. ...: With Notes, Historical and Critical, Том 17J. Johnson, 1808 |
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... sent to Newgate . A Vindication of the Libel , & c . .... A friendly Apology for Hartley Hutchinson .. Horace , Part of Book I. Sat. 6 , paraphrased . Verses sent to the Dean by Dr. Sican .... * Epigram by Mr. Bowyer , intended to be ...
... sent to Newgate . A Vindication of the Libel , & c . .... A friendly Apology for Hartley Hutchinson .. Horace , Part of Book I. Sat. 6 , paraphrased . Verses sent to the Dean by Dr. Sican .... * Epigram by Mr. Bowyer , intended to be ...
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... SENT AS FROM AN OFFICER IN THE ARMY . 1728 , FAIR ladies , number five , Who , in your merry freaks , With little Tom contrive To feast on ale and steaks ; While he sits by a grinning , To see you safe in Sot's hole , with greasy linen ...
... SENT AS FROM AN OFFICER IN THE ARMY . 1728 , FAIR ladies , number five , Who , in your merry freaks , With little Tom contrive To feast on ale and steaks ; While he sits by a grinning , To see you safe in Sot's hole , with greasy linen ...
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... sent this letter by her maid . ” Well , I remember what she won ; And has she sent so soon to dun ? Here , carry down these ten pistoles My husband left to pay for coals : I thank my stars , they all are light ; And I may have revenge ...
... sent this letter by her maid . ” Well , I remember what she won ; And has she sent so soon to dun ? Here , carry down these ten pistoles My husband left to pay for coals : I thank my stars , they all are light ; And I may have revenge ...
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... sent ? I'd lay my life he never went : Past six , and not a living soul ! I might by this have won a vole . " A dreadful interval of spleen ! How shall we pass the time between ? Here , Betty , let me take my drops ; And feel my pulse ...
... sent ? I'd lay my life he never went : Past six , and not a living soul ! I might by this have won a vole . " A dreadful interval of spleen ! How shall we pass the time between ? Here , Betty , let me take my drops ; And feel my pulse ...
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... sent worse than they went , From nasty Ballyspellin . Llewellyn why ? As well may I Name honest doctor Pellin ; So hard sometimes you tug for rhymes , To bring in Ballyspellin . No subject fit to try your wit , When you went colonelling ...
... sent worse than they went , From nasty Ballyspellin . Llewellyn why ? As well may I Name honest doctor Pellin ; So hard sometimes you tug for rhymes , To bring in Ballyspellin . No subject fit to try your wit , When you went colonelling ...
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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.
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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...
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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...