The Works of Jonathan Swift, D.D., Dean of St. Patrick's, Dublin, 6. köideC. Bathurst, C. Davis, C. Hitch and L. Hawes, J. Hodges, R. and J. Dodsley, and W. Bowyer., 1754 |
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... stand Took aim , and fhot with all his ftrength A dart of fuch prodigious length , It pierc'd the feeble volume through , And deep transfix'd her bofom too . Some lines , more moving than the reft , Stuck to the point that pierc'd her ...
... stand Took aim , and fhot with all his ftrength A dart of fuch prodigious length , It pierc'd the feeble volume through , And deep transfix'd her bofom too . Some lines , more moving than the reft , Stuck to the point that pierc'd her ...
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... stand amaz'd , and think me grown The closeft mortal ever known . Thus in a sea of folly tofs'd 105 My choiceft hours of life are loft ; Yet always wishing to retreat , Oh , could I fee my country - feat ! There leaning near a gentle ...
... stand amaz'd , and think me grown The closeft mortal ever known . Thus in a sea of folly tofs'd 105 My choiceft hours of life are loft ; Yet always wishing to retreat , Oh , could I fee my country - feat ! There leaning near a gentle ...
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... standing ; A Chryfoftom to fmooth thy band in ; The Polyglott , --- three parts , --- my text , Howbeit , --- likewife --- now to my next , Lo here the Septuagint , --- and Paul , To fum the whole , the clofe of all . He that has thefe ...
... standing ; A Chryfoftom to fmooth thy band in ; The Polyglott , --- three parts , --- my text , Howbeit , --- likewife --- now to my next , Lo here the Septuagint , --- and Paul , To fum the whole , the clofe of all . He that has thefe ...
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... Stand naked in each alley : But Venus had a brazen face , Both at Verfailles and Meudon , Or else she had refign'd her place , And left the ftone fhe ftood on . Were Nelly's figure mounted there , ' Twould put down all th ' Italian ...
... Stand naked in each alley : But Venus had a brazen face , Both at Verfailles and Meudon , Or else she had refign'd her place , And left the ftone fhe ftood on . Were Nelly's figure mounted there , ' Twould put down all th ' Italian ...
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... stand ! There's Meroweis --- mark ! ftrange work ! And there's the Czar , and there's the Turk --- The Pope An India - merchant by Cut fhort the fpeech with this reply : All at a stand ? you fee great changes ? Ah , fir ! you never faw ...
... stand ! There's Meroweis --- mark ! ftrange work ! And there's the Czar , and there's the Turk --- The Pope An India - merchant by Cut fhort the fpeech with this reply : All at a stand ? you fee great changes ? Ah , fir ! you never faw ...
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Page 128 - Tis but the funeral of the former year. Let joy or ease, let affluence or content, And the gay conscience of a life well spent, Calm every thought, inspirit every grace, Glow in thy heart, and smile upon thy face. Let day improve on day, and year on year, Without a pain, a trouble, or a fear...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 28 - He gathers all the parish there ; Points out the place of either yew, Here Baucis, there Philemon, grew ; Till once a parson of our town, To mend his barn, cut Baucis down ; At which, 'tis hard to be...
Page 28 - what's this you tell us ? I hope you don't believe me jealous ? But yet, methinks, I feel it true ; And really yours is budding too : — Nay — now I cannot stir my foot ; It feels as if 'twere taking root.
Page 245 - HERE continueth to rot The Body of FRANCIS CHARTRES, Who, with an INFLEXIBLE CONSTANCY, and INIMITABLE UNIFORMITY of Life, PERSISTED, In spite of AGE and INFIRMITIES, In the Practice of EVERY HUMAN VICE, Excepting PRODIGALITY and HYPOCRISY : His insatiable AVARICE exempted him from the first, His matchless IMPUDENCE from the second.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.