The Poetical Works of Jonathan Swift, Volum 2

Bell and Daldy, 1833

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Side 93 - 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. Pray do but give me leave to show 'em, Here Colley Gibber's birth-day poem.
Side 18 - ... 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.
Side 104 - He gave the little wealth he had, To build a house for fools and mad: And showed by one satiric touch, No nation wanted it so much: That kingdom he hath left his debtor, I wish it soon may have a better.
Side 82 - 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.
Side 85 - 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.
Side 97 - 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 54 - Fluttering spread thy purple pinions, Gentle Cupid o'er my heart ; I, a slave in thy dominions ; Nature must give way to art. Mild Arcadians, ever blooming, Nightly nodding o'er your flocks, See my weary days consuming All beneath yon flowery rocks.
Side 97 - He follow'd David's lesson just, In princes never put thy trust. And, would you make him truly sour; Provoke him with a slave in power...
Side 98 - And, oh ! how short are human schemes ! Here ended all our golden dreams. What St. John's skill in state affairs, What Ormond's valour, Oxford's cares...
Side 86 - In such a case they talk in tropes, And by their fears express their hopes. Some great misfortune to portend No enemy can match a friend. With all the kindness they profess, The merit of a lucky guess (When daily How-d'ye's come of course, And servants answer : ' Worse and worse ! ') Would please them better than to tell, That, ' God be praised ! the dean is well. ' Then he who prophesied the best, Approves his foresight to the rest : ' You know I always feared the worst, And often told you so at...

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