The Works of the English Poets: SwiftH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... never to flow again ( When this huge body's moifture was fo great , It quite o'ercame the vital heat ) ; That mountain , which was highest first of all , Appear'd above the univerfal main , To blefs the primitive failor's weary fight ...
... never to flow again ( When this huge body's moifture was fo great , It quite o'ercame the vital heat ) ; That mountain , which was highest first of all , Appear'd above the univerfal main , To blefs the primitive failor's weary fight ...
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... never - failing ways Of folving all appearances they please , We soon shall fee them to their ancient methods fall , And straight deny you to be men , or any thing at all . I laugh at the grave anfwer they will make , Which they have ...
... never - failing ways Of folving all appearances they please , We soon shall fee them to their ancient methods fall , And straight deny you to be men , or any thing at all . I laugh at the grave anfwer they will make , Which they have ...
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... never can retain , Nor e'er call back again ) , The body , though gigantic , lies all cold and dead . XII . And thus undoubtedly ' twill fare , With what unhappy men fhall dare To be fucceffors to thefe great unknown , On Learning's ...
... never can retain , Nor e'er call back again ) , The body , though gigantic , lies all cold and dead . XII . And thus undoubtedly ' twill fare , With what unhappy men fhall dare To be fucceffors to thefe great unknown , On Learning's ...
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... never worfe : But pray , Mary , can you tell what I have done with my purfe ? Lord help me ! faid Mary , I never flirr'd out of this place : Nay , faid I , I had it in Lady Betty's chamber , that ' s a plain cafe . So Mary got me to bed ...
... never worfe : But pray , Mary , can you tell what I have done with my purfe ? Lord help me ! faid Mary , I never flirr'd out of this place : Nay , faid I , I had it in Lady Betty's chamber , that ' s a plain cafe . So Mary got me to bed ...
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... never heard of fuch a thing . Yes , fays the fteward ++ , I remember , when I was at my Lady Shrewsbury's , Such a thing as this happen'd just about the time of goofeberries . * Wife to one of the footmen . + Earl of Berkeley's valet ...
... never heard of fuch a thing . Yes , fays the fteward ++ , I remember , when I was at my Lady Shrewsbury's , Such a thing as this happen'd just about the time of goofeberries . * Wife to one of the footmen . + Earl of Berkeley's valet ...
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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,