The Poetical Works of Jonathan Swift, ...: Collated with the Best Editions:Printed at the Stanhope Press, by Charles Whittingham, ... for J. Sharpe; and sold by W. Suttaby, 1808 |
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aëre Apollo BAUCIS AND PHILEMON Cadenus call'd Countess of Suffolk court crown dame Dean Dear Delany delight divine Drapier's e'er ears eyes face fame fancy female fill'd foes fools friends give goddess gown grace grown hand hath head hear heart honour JONATHAN SWIFT Jove king Lady learn'd Lord Lord Carteret Madam mattadore mend mind mortal Muse ne'er never night numbers nymph o'er on't once Pallas parson plac'd poem poetry poets poor Pope pow'r praise pride prude Quadrille Queen rais'd ravenous band resolv'd rhyme round satire scarce scorn sent shame Sheridan sight sing Sir Arthur Sir Arthur Acheson soon spleen Stella swear Swift tell thee There's thing THOMAS SHERIDAN thou thought tongue Tories Twas Twill Vanessa verse vex'd virtue Whene'er Whig wise writ write
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Page 154 - I'll venture for the vole.) Six deans, they say, must bear the pall : (I wish I knew what king to call.) Madam, your husband will attend The funeral of so good a friend.
Page 163 - He gave the little Wealth he had, "To build a House for Fools and Mad: "And shew'd by one satiric Touch, "No Nation wanted it so much: "That Kingdom he hath left his Debtor, "I wish it soon may have a Better.
Page 150 - And well remembers Charles the Second. He hardly drinks a pint of wine ; And that, I doubt, is no good sign. His stomach, too, begins to fail : Last year we thought him strong and hale ; But now he's quite another thing ; I wish he may hold out till spring...
Page 150 - Dean begins to break ! Poor gentleman, he droops apace ! You plainly find it in his face. That old vertigo in his head Will never leave him, till he's dead. Besides, his memory decays : He recollects not what he says ; He cannot call his friends to mind ; Forgets the place where last he din'd ; Plies you with stories o'er and o'er ; He told them fifty times before.
Page 90 - A father, and the nymph his child. That innocent delight he took To see the virgin mind her book, Was but the master's secret joy In school to hear the finest boy.
Page 152 - And had the Dean, in all the nation, No worthy friend, no poor relation ? So ready to do strangers good, Forgetting his own flesh and blood...
Page 155 - 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. Pray, do but give me leave to show 'em : Here's Colley Gibber's birth-day poem.
Page 66 - Till drown'd in shriller notes of chimney-sweep : Duns at his lordship's gate began to meet ; And brickdust Moll had scream'd through half the street. The turnkey now his flock returning sees, Duly let out a-nights to steal for fees: The watchful bailiffs take their silent stands, And schoolboys lag with satchels in their hands.
Page 152 - From Dublin soon to London spread, 'Tis told at court " The Dean is dead;" And Lady Suffolk, in the spleen, Runs laughing up to tell the queen. The queen, so gracious, mild, and good, Cries, " Is he gone ? 'tis time he should.
Page 147 - em true: They argue no corrupted mind In him; the fault is in mankind. This maxim more than all the rest Is thought too base for human breast: "In all distresses of our friends, We first consult our private ends; While nature, kindly bent to ease us, Points out some circumstance to please us.