The Works of Jonathan Swift, D.D., Dean of St. Patrick's, Dublin, Volume 6C. Bathurst, C. Davis, C. Hitch and L. Hawes, J. Hodges, R. and J. Dodsley, and W. Bowyer., 1754 |
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... grace the duke of D --- . 266 * Epigram from the French . 267 ibid . * Epitaph . Epigram , on the toafts of the kit - cat club , anno 1716 . ibid . * To a lady , with The temple of fame . 268 Verfes to be placed under the picture of ...
... grace the duke of D --- . 266 * Epigram from the French . 267 ibid . * Epitaph . Epigram , on the toafts of the kit - cat club , anno 1716 . ibid . * To a lady , with The temple of fame . 268 Verfes to be placed under the picture of ...
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... grace the duke of D --- . 266 Epigram from the French . 267 ibid . Epitaph . Epigram , on the toasts of the kit - cat club , anno 1716 . ibid . To a lady , with The temple of fame . 268 Verfes to be placed under the picture of England's ...
... grace the duke of D --- . 266 Epigram from the French . 267 ibid . Epitaph . Epigram , on the toasts of the kit - cat club , anno 1716 . ibid . To a lady , with The temple of fame . 268 Verfes to be placed under the picture of England's ...
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... grace ; Item , for half a yard of lace . Who that had wit wou'd place it here For ev'ry peeping fop to jeer ? In pow'r of spittle , and a clout , Whene'er he please , to blot it out ; And then , to heighten the disgrace , Clap his own ...
... grace ; Item , for half a yard of lace . Who that had wit wou'd place it here For ev'ry peeping fop to jeer ? In pow'r of spittle , and a clout , Whene'er he please , to blot it out ; And then , to heighten the disgrace , Clap his own ...
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... grace were no more skill'd in The art of batt'ring walls than building , We might expect to fee next year A moufe - trap man chief engineer . THE VIRTUES OF SID HAMET TH THE MAGICIAN's ROD + . Written in 1712 . HE rod was but a harmless ...
... grace were no more skill'd in The art of batt'ring walls than building , We might expect to fee next year A moufe - trap man chief engineer . THE VIRTUES OF SID HAMET TH THE MAGICIAN's ROD + . Written in 1712 . HE rod was but a harmless ...
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... grace Appear , and ftare you in the face . Stephens prints heathen Greek , ' tis faid , Which fome can't conftrue , fome can't read : But all that comes from Lintot's hand Ev'n Rawlinson might understand . Oft in an Aldus , or a Plantin ...
... grace Appear , and ftare you in the face . Stephens prints heathen Greek , ' tis faid , Which fome can't conftrue , fome can't read : But all that comes from Lintot's hand Ev'n Rawlinson might understand . Oft in an Aldus , or a Plantin ...
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Página 129 - Tis love, not devotion, that turns up her eyes; Those stars of this world are too good for the skies. ' But Chloe so lively, so easy, so fair — Her wit so genteel, without art, without care; When she comes in my way, the motion, the pain, The leapings, the achings, return all again.
Página 284 - To fancy they could live a year ! I find you're but a stranger here. The Dean was famous in his time, And had a kind of knack at rhyme : His way of writing now is past ; The town has got a better taste. I keep no antiquated stuff, But spick and span I have enough.
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Página 7 - Cadenus many things had writ : Vanessa much esteem'd his wit, And call'd for his poetic works : Meantime the boy in secret lurks ; And, while the book was in her hand, The urchin from his private stand Took aim, and shot with all his strength A dart of such prodigious length, It pierc'd the feeble volume through, And deep transfix'd her bosom too.
Página 23 - Having through all the village past, To a small cottage came at last, Where dwelt a good old honest ye'man, Call'd in the neighbourhood Philemon ; Who kindly did these saints invite In his poor hut to pass the night ; And then the hospitable...
Página 283 - tis a shocking sight, And he's engaged to-morrow night; My Lady Club will take it ill, If he should fail her at quadrille. He loved the Dean— (I lead a heart,) But dearest friends, they say, must part. His time was come: he ran his race; We hope he's in a better place.
Página 282 - I'm sorry; but we all must die. Indifference clad in Wisdom's Guise, All Fortitude of Mind supplies: For how can stony Bowels melt, In those who never Pity felt; When We are lash'd, They kiss the Rod; Resigning to the Will of God.