The Poetical Works of Jonathan Swift, Svazek 2W. Pickering, 1853 |
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Strana 104 - He gave the little wealth he had, To build a house for fools and mad: And showed 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.
Strana 214 - With pains unknown increased her smart. Vanessa, not in years a score, Dreams of a gown of forty-four; Imaginary charms can find In eyes with reading almost blind: Cadenus now no more appears Declined in health, advanced in years. She fancies music in his tongue; Nor farther looks, but thinks him young.
Strana 54 - E'en Button's wits to worms shall turn, Who maggots were before. SONG BY A PERSON OF QUALITY Written in the Year 1733. FLUTTERING spread thy purple pinions, Gentle Cupid, o'er my heart ; I a slave in thy dominions ; Nature must give way to art. Mild Arcadians, ever blooming, Nightly nodding o'er your flocks, See my weary days consuming, All beneath yon flowery rocks.
Strana 82 - I believe them 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.
Strana 68 - Like stepping-stones, to save a stride In streets where kennels are too wide; Or like a heel-piece, to support A cripple with one foot too short: Or like a bridge, that joins a marish To moorlands of a diff'rent parish.
Strana 31 - I, as all the parish knows, Hardly can be grave in prose: Still to lash, and lashing smile, 111 befits a lofty style. From the planet of my birth I encounter vice with mirth. Wicked ministers of state I can easier scorn than hate; And I find it answers right: Scorn torments them more than spight.
Strana 79 - Appointed sovereign judge to sit On learning, eloquence, and wit. Our eldest hope, divine lulus, ( Late, very late, O may he rule us !) What early manhood has he shown, Before his downy beard was grown ! Then think, what wonders will be done By going on as he begun, An heir for Britain to secure As long as sun and moon endure. The remnant of the royal blood Comes pouring on me like a flood.
Strana 17 - The world stands trembling at his throne ! While each pale sinner hung his head. Jove, nodding, shook the heavens, and said : "Offending race of human kind. By nature, reason, learning, blind ; You, who through frailty, stepp'd aside ; And you, who never fell — through pride : You who in different sects were shamm'd. And come to see each other damn'd...
Strana 84 - In Pope I cannot read a line But, with a sigh, I wish it mine : When he can in one couplet fix More sense than I can do in six, It gives me such a jealous fit, I cry,
Strana 90 - He'll treat me as he does my betters, Publish my Will, my Life, my Letters. Revive the libels born to die; Which Pope must bear as well as I. Here shift the scene, to represent How those I love my death lament. Poor Pope will grieve a month; and Gay A week; and Arbuthnot a day.