The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift, D.D. ...: With Notes, Historical and Critical, Volume 16J. Johnson, 1808 |
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Apollo BALLAD barometry bishop of Clogher blosums Boötes Cadenus call'd court crown dame Dean dear Delany delight divine Dublin duchess of Somerset e'er earl ears eyes face fair fame fancy fate fill'd flame flies foes fools give goddess grace grown half hand happy Harley head heart Heaven honour Ireland Journal to Stella Jove king knew lady look lord lord treasurer maid MARBLE HILL mind mortal Muse ne'er never night numbers nymph o'er once Pallas Partridge passion peace Phœbus pleas'd poem poet poor praise pride queen resolv'd rhyme round Salamander scorn shame Sheridan shine soul spleen swear Swift t'other TATLER tell thee thing thou thought town Twas Twill us'd Vanessa Venus verse virtue wbiz whence Whene'er whig wine wise wonder Wood writ
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Page 143 - 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 transtixM her bosom too.
Page 158 - But only what my station fits, And to be kept in my right wits, Preserve, almighty Providence! Just what you gave me, competence ; And let me in these shades compose Something in verse as true as prose, Remov'd from all th' ambitious scene, Nor pufFd by pride, nor sunk by spleen.
Page 87 - Now in contiguous drops the flood comes down, Threatening with deluge this devoted town. To shops in crowds the daggled females fly, Pretend to cheapen goods, but nothing buy.
Page 367 - Because like a watch it always cries click ; Then woe be to those in the house who are sick : For, as sure as a gun, they will give up the ghost, If the maggot cries click when it scratches the post. But a kettle of scalding hot water injected Infallibly cures the timber affected : The omen is broken, the danger is over ; The maggot will die, and the sick will recover.
Page 52 - don't be angry, I am sure I never thought you so ; You know I honour the cloth ; I design to be a Parson's wife ; I never took one in your coat for a conjurer in all my life.
Page 159 - To spend six months with statesmen here. I must, by all means, come to town, 'Tis for the service of the crown. " Lewis, the Dean will be of use, Send for him up, take no excuse.
Page 86 - While rain depends, the pensive cat gives o'er Her frolics, and pursues her tail no more. Returning home at night, you'll find the sink Strike your offended sense with double stink. If you be wise, then go not far to dine : You'll spend in coach-hire more than save in wine. A coming shower your shooting corns presage, Old a-ches throb, your hollow tooth will rage; 10 Saunt'ring in coffeehouse is Dulman seen; He damns the climate, and complains of spleen.
Page 364 - I'm ashamed to use a glass ; And till I see them with these eyes, Whoever says you have them lies. No length of time can make you quit Honour and virtue, sense and wit ; Thus you may still be young to me, While I can better hear than see. Oh, ne'er may Fortune show her spite To make me deaf and mend my sight • T STELLA'S BIRTHDAY.
Page 150 - Love, why do we one Passion call ? When 'tis a Compound of them all; Where hot and cold, where sharp and sweet, In all their Equipages meet; Where Pleasures mix'd with Pains appear, Sorrow with Joy, and Hope with Fear. Wherein his Dignity and Age Forbid Cadenus to engage.
Page 88 - Triumphant Tories and desponding Whigs Forget their feuds, and join to save their wigs. 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. So when Troy chairmen bore the wooden steed, Pregnant with Greeks impatient to be freed, (Those bully Greeks, who, as the moderns do, Instead of paying chairmen, ran them through) Laocoon struck the outside with his spear, And each imprison'd...