The Works of Jonathan Swift: containing additional letters, tracts, and poems, not hitherto published ; with notes, and a life of the author, by Sir Walter Scott, bart, Volum 14Bickers & Son, 1883 |
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... thought , And oft in contradiction's vortex caught , To keep that worthless clod , the body , in one place ; Errors like this did old astronomers misguide , Led blindly on by gross philosophy and pride , Who , like hard masters , taught ...
... thought , And oft in contradiction's vortex caught , To keep that worthless clod , the body , in one place ; Errors like this did old astronomers misguide , Led blindly on by gross philosophy and pride , Who , like hard masters , taught ...
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... thoughts of monarchs and designs of states ! What petty motives rule their fates ! How the mouse makes the mighty mountains shake ! The mighty mountain labours with its birth , Away the frighten'd peasants fly , Scared at the unheard ...
... thoughts of monarchs and designs of states ! What petty motives rule their fates ! How the mouse makes the mighty mountains shake ! The mighty mountain labours with its birth , Away the frighten'd peasants fly , Scared at the unheard ...
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... thought , there is an obvious imitation of Dryden's Eulogy upon Oliver Cromwell . This , among other circumstances , shews , that the taste of Swift's youth , was formed not upon the better compositions of the end of the seventeenth ...
... thought , there is an obvious imitation of Dryden's Eulogy upon Oliver Cromwell . This , among other circumstances , shews , that the taste of Swift's youth , was formed not upon the better compositions of the end of the seventeenth ...
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... thought , Which we could neither obviate nor shun . Britannia stripp'd of her sole guard , the laws , Ready to fall Rome's bloody sacrifice ; You straight stepped in , and from the monster's jaws Did bravely snatch the lovely , helpless ...
... thought , Which we could neither obviate nor shun . Britannia stripp'd of her sole guard , the laws , Ready to fall Rome's bloody sacrifice ; You straight stepped in , and from the monster's jaws Did bravely snatch the lovely , helpless ...
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... thought of their dulness at a future period of his life , it is vain to inquire . 66 Query . Since in your advertisement you make it known , that a chirurgeon is taken into your society , I have thought fit to propound the following ...
... thought of their dulness at a future period of his life , it is vain to inquire . 66 Query . Since in your advertisement you make it known , that a chirurgeon is taken into your society , I have thought fit to propound the following ...
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The Works of Jonathan Swift: Containing Additional Letters, Tracts, and ... Jonathan Swift,Sir Walter Scott Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1883 |
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Side 54 - Mrs. Nab, it might become you to be more civil ; If your money be gone, as a learned Divine says,* d'ye see, You are no text for my handling ; so take that from me : I was never taken for a Conjurer before, I'd have you to know.
Side 51 - I was resolved to tell my money, to see if it was right. Now, you must know, because my trunk has a very bad lock, Therefore all the money I have, which, God knows, is a very small stock, I keep in my pocket, ty'd about my middle, next my smock.
Side 329 - The Dean, if we believe report, Was never ill received at court: As for his works in verse and prose, I own myself no judge of those: Nor can I tell what critics thought 'em; But this I know, all people bought 'em; As with a moral view design'd To cure the vices of mankind: His vein, ironically grave, Expos'd the fool, and lash'd the knave: To steal a hint was never known, But what he writ was all his own.
Side 434 - Three times refined in Titan's rays ; Then calls the Graces to her aid, And sprinkles thrice the newborn maid : From whence the tender skin assumes A sweetness above all perfumes : From whence a cleanliness remains, Incapable of outward stains : From whence that decency of mind, So lovely in the female kind, Where not one careless thought intrudes . Less modest than the speech of prudes ; Where never blush was call'd in aid, That spurious virtue in a maid, A virtue but at second-hand ; They blush...
Side 450 - Tis an old maxim in the schools, That flattery's the food of fools; Yet now and then your men of wit Will condescend to take a bit.
Side 306 - Like stepping-stones, to save a stride In streets where kennels are too wide; Or like a heel-piece, to support A cripple with one foot too short: Or like a bridge, that joins a marish To moorlands of a diff'rent parish.
Side 92 - Box'd in a chair the beau impatient sits, While spouts run clattering o'er the roof by fits, And ever and anon with frightful din The leather sounds, he trembles from within.
Side 319 - I have no title to aspire; Yet, when you sink, I seem the higher. In Pope I cannot read a line, But with a sigh I wish it mine; When he can in one couplet fix More sense than I can do in six; It gives me such a jealous fit, I cry, "Pox take him and his wit!
Side 331 - Fair LIBERTY was all his cry; For her he stood prepar'd to die; For her he boldly stood alone; For her he oft expos'd his own. 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.
Side 293 - Mournful cypress, verdant willow, Gilding my Aurelia's brows, Morpheus hovering o'er my pillow, Hear me pay my dying vows.