The Works, Том 11J. Johnson, 1803 |
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... Once more the Dean supplies their place . Beauty and wit , too sad a truth ! Have always been confin'd to youth ; The god of wit and beauty's queen , He twenty - one , and she fifteen . No poet ever sweetly sung , Unless he were , like ...
... Once more the Dean supplies their place . Beauty and wit , too sad a truth ! Have always been confin'd to youth ; The god of wit and beauty's queen , He twenty - one , and she fifteen . No poet ever sweetly sung , Unless he were , like ...
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... once this chain purloin'd , Dissolved , and into money coin'd ; Then whips me on a chain of brass : ( Venus was bribed to let it pass . ) * * A great lady was said to have been bribed by Wood . N. Now while this brazen chain prevail'd ...
... once this chain purloin'd , Dissolved , and into money coin'd ; Then whips me on a chain of brass : ( Venus was bribed to let it pass . ) * * A great lady was said to have been bribed by Wood . N. Now while this brazen chain prevail'd ...
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... once some serious lines . Although we now can form no more Long schemes of life , as heretofore ; Yet you , while time is running fast , Can look with joy on what is past . Were future happines and pain A mere contrivance of the brain ...
... once some serious lines . Although we now can form no more Long schemes of life , as heretofore ; Yet you , while time is running fast , Can look with joy on what is past . Were future happines and pain A mere contrivance of the brain ...
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... waves impetuous enter at your keel . Thus commonwealths receive a foreign yoke , When the strong cords of union once are broke . Torn by a sudden tempest is thy sail , Expanded 24 SWIFT'S POEMS . Horace, Book I Ode 14, paraphrased.
... waves impetuous enter at your keel . Thus commonwealths receive a foreign yoke , When the strong cords of union once are broke . Torn by a sudden tempest is thy sail , Expanded 24 SWIFT'S POEMS . Horace, Book I Ode 14, paraphrased.
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... once favourite isle , with joy I came ; What time the Goth , the Vandal , and the Hun , Had my own native Italy * o'errun . lerne , to the world's remotest parts , Renown'd for valour , policy , and arts . Hither from Colchos + , with ...
... once favourite isle , with joy I came ; What time the Goth , the Vandal , and the Hun , Had my own native Italy * o'errun . lerne , to the world's remotest parts , Renown'd for valour , policy , and arts . Hither from Colchos + , with ...
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Ballyspellin bard Behold better bishop Cælia cassock Chloe clouds countess of Suffolk court criticks crown dame damn'd Dean DEAN SWIFT dear death Delany delight DERMOT Dick divine doctor Drapier dreadful Dublin dullest beast ears EPIGRAM eyes face fair fame fate foes fools friends give goddess gown grace grown half head hear heart Hibernian honour Ireland JONATHAN SWIFT Jove king lady learning lord lord Carteret madam MARBLE HILL merit mind Muse ne'er never night nose numbers nymph o'er Patrick's poem poets poor Pope praise pride publick quadrille queen rhymes rogue round scorn SHEELAH shine sick sing Sir Arthur Sir Arthur Acheson Sir Thomas Prendergast soul spite spleen Strephon sure swear Swift tell thee There's thou thought thousand tongue tories true Twill verse vex'd virtue whig wise Wood
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Стр. 226 - Offending race of human kind, By nature, reason, learning, blind ; You who, through frailty, stepp'd aside ; And you, who never fell from pride : You who in different sects were shamm'd, And come to see each other damn'd ; (So some folk told you, but they knew No more of Jove's designs than you ;) — The world's mad business now is o'er, And I resent these pranks no more. — I to such blockheads set my wit ! I damn such fools ! — Go, go, you're bit.
Стр. 84 - Nor do they trust their tongues alone, But speak a language of their own; Can read a nod, a shrug, a look, Far better than a printed book; Convey a libel in a frown, And wink a reputation down; Or by the tossing of the fan, Describe the lady and the man.
Стр. 226 - Amaz'd, confus'd, its fate unknown, The world stands trembling at his throne! While each pale sinner hung his head, Jove, nodding, shook the heavens, and said: "Offending race of human kind, By nature, reason, learning, blind; You who, through frailty...
Стр. 242 - Behold the fatal day arrive! How is the Dean? He's just alive. Now the departing prayer is read: He hardly breathes. The Dean is dead.
Стр. 239 - I believe them true : They argue no corrupted mind In him : the fault is in mankind. This maxim, more than all the rest, Is thought too base for human breast : " In all distresses of our friends, We first consult our private ends ; While nature, kindly bent to ease us, Points out some circumstance to please us.
Стр. 240 - tis hardly understood Which way my death can do them good, Yet thus, methinks, I hear them speak: ' See how the Dean begins to break! Poor gentleman, he droops apace! You plainly find it in his face. That old vertigo in his head Will never leave him, till he's dead. Besides, his memory decays: He recollects not what he says; He cannot call his friends to mind; Forgets the place where last he dined; Plies you with stories o'er and o'er; He told them fifty times before.
Стр. 289 - So geographers, in Afric maps, With savage pictures fill their gaps, And o'er unhabitable downs Place elephants for want of towns.
Стр. 238 - I'adversite' de nos meilleurs amis, nous trouvons toujours quelque chose qui ne nous de"plait pas ; ' — ' In the adversity of our best friends, we always find something that doth not displease us.
Стр. 241 - 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. 152 - Dear madam, whene'er of a barrack I think, An I were to be hang'd, I can't sleep a wink: For if a new crotchet comes into my brain, I can't get it out, though I'd never so fain.