The Works of the English Poets: SwiftH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... brass , fhall laft . No blast fall from a Critick's breath , By vile injection , caufe their death , Till they in flames at laft expire , And help to fet the world on fire . 5 STELLA STELLA TO DR . SWIFT . On his Birth - 250 I SWIFT'S ...
... brass , fhall laft . No blast fall from a Critick's breath , By vile injection , caufe their death , Till they in flames at laft expire , And help to fet the world on fire . 5 STELLA STELLA TO DR . SWIFT . On his Birth - 250 I SWIFT'S ...
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... BRASS - MONEY . ARTERET was welcom'd to the shore CA First with the brazen cannons roar ; To meet him next the foldier comes , With brazen trumps and brazen drums ; Approaching near the town , he hears The brazen bells falute his ears ...
... BRASS - MONEY . ARTERET was welcom'd to the shore CA First with the brazen cannons roar ; To meet him next the foldier comes , With brazen trumps and brazen drums ; Approaching near the town , he hears The brazen bells falute his ears ...
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... brass two fiery fteeds he fhod , To make a clattering as they trod . Of polish'd brass his flaming car Like lightning dazzled from afar , And up he mounts into the box , And he muft thunder , with a pox .. Then furious he begins his ...
... brass two fiery fteeds he fhod , To make a clattering as they trod . Of polish'd brass his flaming car Like lightning dazzled from afar , And up he mounts into the box , And he muft thunder , with a pox .. Then furious he begins his ...
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... on a fudden . You will be my thankers , I'll make you my bankers , As good as Ben Burton or Fade ¢Ó : * The Drapier's printer . Two famous bankers . For For nothing fhall pafs But my pretty brass , And 342 POEMS . SWIFT'S.
... on a fudden . You will be my thankers , I'll make you my bankers , As good as Ben Burton or Fade ¢Ó : * The Drapier's printer . Two famous bankers . For For nothing fhall pafs But my pretty brass , And 342 POEMS . SWIFT'S.
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Samuel Johnson. For nothing fhall pafs But my pretty brass , And then you'll be all of a trade . I'm a fon of a whore If I have a word more To fay in this wretched condition . If my coin will not pass , I muft die like an afs ; And fo I ...
Samuel Johnson. For nothing fhall pafs But my pretty brass , And then you'll be all of a trade . I'm a fon of a whore If I have a word more To fay in this wretched condition . If my coin will not pass , I muft die like an afs ; And fo I ...
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20 ÆäÀÌÁö - Madam, I die without your grace"— « Item, for half a yard of lace." Who that had wit would place it here, For every peeping fop to jeer ? In power of fpittle and a clout, Whene'er he pleafe, to blot it out; And then, to heighten the difgrace, Clap his own nonfenfe in the place. Whoe'er
49 ÆäÀÌÁö - to the top> As if they ne'er had touch'da drop. The good old couple were amaz'd, 35 And often on each other gaz'd ; For both were frighten'd to the heart, And juft began to cry, — What art! Then foftly turn'd afide to view Whether the lights were burning blue.
92 ÆäÀÌÁö - From Pope, from Parnell, or from Gay ?" Such tattle often entertains • 95 My lord and me as far as Staines, As once a week we travel down To Windfor, and again to town, Where all that pafles inter
89 ÆäÀÌÁö - clear, •*• For life, fix hundred pounds a-year, A handfome houfe to lodge a friend,. A river at my garden's end, A terrace-walk, and half a rood £: Of land fet out to plant a Wood. Well, now I have all this and more, I afk not to increafe my
334 ÆäÀÌÁö - afliam'd to ufe a glafs; And till I fee them with thefe eyes, •» ' Whoever fays you have them, lies. No length of time can make you quit Honour and virtue, fenfe and wit : Thus you may ftill be young to me, While I can better bear than fee. Oh, ne'er may Fortune
159 ÆäÀÌÁö - Tis never by invention got, Men have it when they know it not. Our converfation to refine, Humour and wit muft both combine : From both we learn to railly well, Wherein fometimes the French excel. Voiture, in various lights, difplays That irony which turns to praife : His genius firft
25 ÆäÀÌÁö - Truly, fays he, Mrs. Nab, it might become you to be more civil; If your money be gone, as a learned divine fays, d'ye fee, You .are no text for my handling ; fo take that from me : I was never taken for a conjurer before, I'd have you to know.
170 ÆäÀÌÁö - you live to fee the day When Stella's locks muft all be grey. When age muft print a furrow'd trace On every feature of her face ; Though you, and all your fenfelefs tribe, Could art, or time, or nature bribe, To make you look like Beauty's
51 ÆäÀÌÁö - which it cannot turn. The groaning-chair began to crawl, •85 Like a huge fnail, along the wall; There ftuck aloft in public view, And, with fmall change, a pulpit grew. The porringers, that in a row Hung high, and made a glittering
95 ÆäÀÌÁö - the Queen A dangerous treatife J writ againft the fpleen; Which, by the ftyle, the matter, and the drift, 'Tis thought could be the work of none but Swift. Poor York ! the harmlefs tool of others hate j He fues for pardon ||, and repents too late. Now,