The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift, D.D. ...: With Notes, Historical and Critical, Volume 16J. Johnson, 1808 |
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... Thou daily seest Him face to face , * This poem , with that addressed to Mr. Congreve , and the one on Sir William Temple's Illness and Recovery , were first pub- lished in 1789 , from an authentick manuscript , fairly and cor- rectly ...
... Thou daily seest Him face to face , * This poem , with that addressed to Mr. Congreve , and the one on Sir William Temple's Illness and Recovery , were first pub- lished in 1789 , from an authentick manuscript , fairly and cor- rectly ...
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... thou , if any , know'st , Since the bright essence fled , where haunts the reverend ghost ? III . If all that our weak knowledge titles virtue , be ( High Truth ) the best resemblance of exalted Thee , If a mind fix'd to combat fate ...
... thou , if any , know'st , Since the bright essence fled , where haunts the reverend ghost ? III . If all that our weak knowledge titles virtue , be ( High Truth ) the best resemblance of exalted Thee , If a mind fix'd to combat fate ...
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... thou shed thy sacred in- fluence here , Or from thy private peaceful orb appear ; For , sure , we want some guide from Heav'n to show The way which ev'ry wand'ring fool below Pretends so perfectly to know ; And which , for aught Isee ...
... thou shed thy sacred in- fluence here , Or from thy private peaceful orb appear ; For , sure , we want some guide from Heav'n to show The way which ev'ry wand'ring fool below Pretends so perfectly to know ; And which , for aught Isee ...
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... thou tyrant conscience of the great , Say , why the church is still led blindfold by the state ; Why should the first be ruin'd and laid waste , To mend dilapidations in the last ? And yet the world , whose eyes are on our mighty Prince ...
... thou tyrant conscience of the great , Say , why the church is still led blindfold by the state ; Why should the first be ruin'd and laid waste , To mend dilapidations in the last ? And yet the world , whose eyes are on our mighty Prince ...
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... Thou universal cause of all my woes ; Say whence it comes that thou art grown of late A poor amusement for my scorn and hate ; The malice thou inspir'st I never fail On thee to wreak the tribute when I rail ; Fool's commonplace thou art ...
... Thou universal cause of all my woes ; Say whence it comes that thou art grown of late A poor amusement for my scorn and hate ; The malice thou inspir'st I never fail On thee to wreak the tribute when I rail ; Fool's commonplace thou art ...
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Page 87 - 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 hero quak'd for fear.
Page 143 - 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 74 - OVID. la ancient times, as story tells, The saints would often leave their cells, And stroll about, but hide their quality, To try good people's hospitality. It...
Page 392 - Which can, in spite of all decays, Support a few remaining days; From not the gravest of divines Accept for once some serious lines. Although we now can form no more Long schemes of life as heretofore; Yet you, while time is running fast Can look with joy on what is past. Were future happiness and pain...
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 391 - THIS day, whate'er the Fates decree, Shall still be kept with joy by me : This day then let us not be told That you are sick, and I grown old ; Nor think on our approaching ills, And talk of spectacles and pills : To-morrow will be time enough To hear such mortifying stuff.
Page 393 - Your generous boldness to defend An innocent and absent friend ; That courage which can make you just To merit humbled in the dust ; The detestation you express For vice in all its glittering dress...
Page 194 - Oh, would it please the gods to split Thy beauty, size, and years, and wit, No age could furnish out a pair Of nymphs so graceful, wise, and fair : With half the lustre of your eyes, With half your wit, your years, and size. And then, before it grew too late, How should I beg of gentle fate, (That either nymph might lack her swain), To split my worship too in twain.
Page 52 - Wife, I never took one in Your Coat for a Conjurer in all my Life. With that, he twisted his Girdle at me like a Rope, as who should say, Now you may go hang your self for me, and so went away.
Page 149 - Whoe'er excels in what we prize, Appears a hero in our eyes: Each girl, when pleas'd with what is taught, Will have the teacher in her thought. When miss delights in her spinnet, A fiddler may a fortune get; A blockhead, with melodious voice, In boarding-schools may have his choice; And oft the dancingmaster's art Climbs from the toe to touch the heart.