The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift, D.D., Dean of St. Patrick's, Dublin, 17±Ç

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J. Johnson, J. Nichols, R. Baldwin, Otridge and Son, J. Sewell, F. and C. Rivington, T. Payne, R. Faulder, G. and J. Robinson, R. Lea, J. Nunn, W. Cuthell, T. Egerton, ... [and 12 others], 1801

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417 ÆäÀÌÁö - Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And, without sneering, teach the rest to sneer; Willing to wound and yet afraid to strike, Just hint a fault and hesitate dislike...
112 ÆäÀÌÁö - And strike to dust th' imperial tow'rs of Troy; Steel could the works of mortal pride confound, And hew triumphal arches to the ground. What wonder then, fair nymph! thy hairs should feel The conqu'ring force of unresisted steel?
115 ÆäÀÌÁö - Form'da vast buckle for his widow's gown: Her infant grandame's whistle next it grew, The bells she jingled, and the whistle blew; Then in a bodkin grac'd her mother's hairs, Which long she wore, and now Belinda wears.) Boast not my fall (he cry'd) insulting foe ! Thou by some other shalt be laid as low.
113 ÆäÀÌÁö - The rebel Knave, who dares his prince engage, Proves the just victim of his royal rage.
117 ÆäÀÌÁö - Haste, then, ye spirits! to your charge repair: The flutt'ring fan be Zephyretta's care; The drops to thee, Brillante, we consign; And, Momentilla, let the watch be thine; Do thou, Crispissa, tend her fav'rite Lock; Ariel himself shall be the guard of Shock. To fifty chosen Sylphs, of special note, We trust th...
416 ÆäÀÌÁö - Pretty ! in amber to observe the forms Of hairs, or straws, or dirt, or grubs, or worms ! The things, we know, are neither rich nor rare, But wonder how the devil they got there.
111 ÆäÀÌÁö - Warn'd by the sylph, oh pious maid, beware ! This to disclose is all thy guardian can ; Beware of all, but most beware of man ! He said ; when Shock, who thought she slept too long, Leap'd up, and wak'd his mistress with his tongue.
416 ÆäÀÌÁö - But each man's secret standard in his mind, That casting-weight pride adds to emptiness, This, who can gratify ? for who can guess * The bard whom pilfer'd pastorals renown, Who turns a Persian tale for half a crown, Just writes to make his barrenness appear, And strains from hard-bound brains eight lines a year...
59 ÆäÀÌÁö - THE DESCRIPTIONS. For a tempest.—" Take Eurus, Zephyr, Auster and Boreas, and cast them together in one verse. Add to these of rain, lightning, and of thunder, the loudest you can, quantum sufficit.
144 ÆäÀÌÁö - John was quick, and understood his business very well; but no man alive was more careless in looking into his accounts, or more cheated by partners, apprentices, and servants.

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