The Works of Jonathan Swift, D.D., Dean of St. Patrick's, Dublin, Volumen6C. Bathurst, C. Davis, C. Hitch and L. Hawes, J. Hodges, R. and J. Dodsley, and W. Bowyer., 1754 |
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... Muses by their king's permiffion , Though foes to love , attend the feffion , And on the right hand took their places In order ; on the left , the Graces : To whom she might her doubts propose On all emergencies that rofe . The Mufes ...
... Muses by their king's permiffion , Though foes to love , attend the feffion , And on the right hand took their places In order ; on the left , the Graces : To whom she might her doubts propose On all emergencies that rofe . The Mufes ...
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... muse ; In fhort , they both were turn'd to yews . Old goodman Dobson of the green Remembers , he the trees has feen ; He'll talk of them from noon till night , And goes with folks to fhew the fight ; On Sundays , after ev'ning pray'r ...
... muse ; In fhort , they both were turn'd to yews . Old goodman Dobson of the green Remembers , he the trees has feen ; He'll talk of them from noon till night , And goes with folks to fhew the fight ; On Sundays , after ev'ning pray'r ...
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... a poet , he has skill To build in fpeculation still . Great Jove ! he cry'd , the art restore To build by verfe as heretofore , * House , Family . And And make my muse the architect ; What palaces fhall VANBRUGH's HOUSE . 79.
... a poet , he has skill To build in fpeculation still . Great Jove ! he cry'd , the art restore To build by verfe as heretofore , * House , Family . And And make my muse the architect ; What palaces fhall VANBRUGH's HOUSE . 79.
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Jonathan Swift, John Hawkesworth. And make my muse the architect ; What palaces fhall we erect ! No longer fhall forfaken Thames Lament his old Whitehall in flames ; A pile fhall from its afhes rife , Fit to invade or prop the fkies ...
Jonathan Swift, John Hawkesworth. And make my muse the architect ; What palaces fhall we erect ! No longer fhall forfaken Thames Lament his old Whitehall in flames ; A pile fhall from its afhes rife , Fit to invade or prop the fkies ...
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... muse with Ash --- t join , And Oxel's with lord Hervey's , Tickell and Addison combine , And Pope tranflate with Jervis . L --- himself , that lively lord , Who bows to every lady , Shall join with F --- in one accord , And be like Tate ...
... muse with Ash --- t join , And Oxel's with lord Hervey's , Tickell and Addison combine , And Pope tranflate with Jervis . L --- himself , that lively lord , Who bows to every lady , Shall join with F --- in one accord , And be like Tate ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Againſt Becauſe Befides beft beſt Cadenus cafe call'd cauſe cou'd countess of Burlington courſe dean DERMOT diff'rent duke Dunciad eaſe Epigram ev'ry eyes fafe faid fair fame fancy fatire feen fent feven fhall fhame fhew fhould fhow fide fince firft firſt fkies fome fools foon ftand ftill fuch fure fwear fweet grace Guife hath heart himſelf honour houfe houſe Jove juft juſt king lady laft laſt loft lord madam mafter mattadore mind Molly moſt mufe muft muſe muſt ne'er never nymph o'er Ovid paffion Pallas parfon paſs pleaſe pleaſure poet pow'r praiſe pride profe publick Quadrille raiſe reafon reft rhyme rife round ſay ſcarce ſcene ſhall ſhe Stella ſtill thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand turn'd Twas uſe Vaneſſa Verfes verſe virtue whig whofe whoſe wife wiſh wou'd
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Página 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...
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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
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.