The Poetical Works of Jonathan Swift, Volume 1

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Houghton, Osgood, 1879
 

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Page 275 - 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 83 - No hurt shall come to you or yours : But for that pack of churlish boors, Not fit to live on Christian ground, They and their houses shall be drown'd ; Whilst you shall see your cottage rise, And grow a church before your eyes.
Page cvii - ... the peruser of Swift wants little previous knowledge ; it will be sufficient that he is acquainted with common words and common things : he is neither required to mount elevations, nor to explore profundities ; his passage is always on a level, along solid ground, without asperities, without obstruction.
Page xc - So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much; He is a great observer, and he looks Quite through the deeds of men: he loves no plays, As thou dost, Antony; he hears no music: Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort As if he mock'd himself, and scorn'd his spirit That could be mov'd to smile at any thing.
Page lxxiii - ... when she writes to him, then in Ireland, "If you are very happy, it is ill-natured of you not to tell me so except 'tis what is inconsistent with mine.
Page 94 - ... 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 aches will throb, your hollow tooth will rage; sauntering in coffee-house is Dulman seen ; he damns the climate, and complains of spleen.
Page 262 - A sweetness above all perfumes: From whence a cleanliness remains, Incapable of outward stains: From whence that decency of mind So lovely in the female kind, Where not one careless thought intrudes...
Page 93 - Till drown'd in shriller notes of chimney-sweep: Duns at his lordship's gate began to meet; And brickdust Moll had screamed 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 280 - Tis an old maxim in the schools, That flattery's the food of fools ; Yet now and then your men of wit Will condescend to take a bit.
Page 93 - Appearing, show'd the ruddy morn's approach. Now Betty from her master's bed had flown, And softly stole to discompose her own; The slip-shod 'prentice from his master's door Had pared the dirt, and sprinkled round the floor. Now Moll had whirl'd her mop with dext'rous airs, Prepared to scrub the entry and the stairs.

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