The Works of the English Poets: SwiftH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... She foars clear out of fight . Thefe are the paradifes of her own : ( The Pegafus , like an unruly horfe , Though ne'er fo gently led To the lov'd pasture where he us'd to feed , Runs violently o'er his usual course . ) Wake from thy ...
... She foars clear out of fight . Thefe are the paradifes of her own : ( The Pegafus , like an unruly horfe , Though ne'er fo gently led To the lov'd pasture where he us'd to feed , Runs violently o'er his usual course . ) Wake from thy ...
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... She seems a medley of all ages , With a huge fardingale to fwell her fuftian ftuff , A new commode , a top - knot , and a ruff , Her face patch'd o'er with modern pedantry , With a long fweeping train Of comments and difputes ...
... She seems a medley of all ages , With a huge fardingale to fwell her fuftian ftuff , A new commode , a top - knot , and a ruff , Her face patch'd o'er with modern pedantry , With a long fweeping train Of comments and difputes ...
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... ne'er was cruel , Like Charlton cheap , or fam'd Du - Ruel , Receive the filth which he ejects , She foon would find the fame effects D 2 Her Her tainted carcafe to pursue , As from the Salamander's THE 35 SALAMANDER .
... ne'er was cruel , Like Charlton cheap , or fam'd Du - Ruel , Receive the filth which he ejects , She foon would find the fame effects D 2 Her Her tainted carcafe to pursue , As from the Salamander's THE 35 SALAMANDER .
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... She piec'd it up again with SCOTCH . Bleft revolution ! which creates Divided hearts , united states ! * The motto on queen Anne's coronation medal . D 3 See See how the double nation lies ; Like a rich TO THE EARL OF PETERBOROW . 37.
... She piec'd it up again with SCOTCH . Bleft revolution ! which creates Divided hearts , united states ! * The motto on queen Anne's coronation medal . D 3 See See how the double nation lies ; Like a rich TO THE EARL OF PETERBOROW . 37.
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... She ' ll strain a point , and set astride , To take thee kindly in between ; And then the figns will be thirteen .薷 THE EPITAP H. HERE , five feet deep , lies on his back A cobler , farmonger , and quack ; ' Who to the stars in pure ...
... She ' ll strain a point , and set astride , To take thee kindly in between ; And then the figns will be thirteen .薷 THE EPITAP H. HERE , five feet deep , lies on his back A cobler , farmonger , and quack ; ' Who to the stars in pure ...
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Halaman 20 - 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
Halaman 49 - 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.
Halaman 92 - 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
Halaman 89 - 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
Halaman 334 - 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
Halaman 159 - 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
Halaman 25 - 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.
Halaman 170 - 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
Halaman 51 - 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
Halaman 95 - 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,