The Works of Jonathan Swift, D.D., Dean of St. Patrick's, Dublin, Volumen 7

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C. Bathurst, C. Davis, C. Hitch and L. Hawes, J. Hodges, R. and J. Dodsley, and W. Bowyer., 1754
 

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Página 231 - thy purple pinions, Gentle Cupid, o'er my heart; Ia flave in thy dominions; Nature muft give way to art. • II. Mild Arcadians•, ever blooming, Nightly nodding o'er your flocks, See my weary days confuming All beneath yon flow'ry rocks. III. Thus III. Thus the Cyprian goddefs weeping Mourn'd Adonis, darling youth : Him the boar in
Página 232 - pillow, Hear me pay my dying vows* VII. Melancholy fmooth meander Swiftly purling in a round, On thy margin lovers wander, With thy flow'ry chaplets crown'd. VIII. Thus when Philomela drooping Softly feeks her filent mate, See the bird of
Página 251 - of them, than they of thee, Degenerate from their ancient brood, Since firft the court allow'd them food. % Remains a difficulty ftill, To purchafe fame by writing ill. From Flecknoe down to Howard's time, How few have reach'd the low fublime? For when our high-born Howard died, Blackmore alone his place fupplied: And left a chafm
Página 347 - call him hypocrite and quack In his own church he keeps a feat; Says grace before, and after meat ; And calls, without affecting airs, His houfhold twice a day to pray'rs. He fhuns apothecaries fhops; And hates to cram the fick with flops: He fcorns to make his art a trade; Nor bribes my lady's fav'rite
Página 245 - up a clufter Of all the virtues you can mufter, Which form'd into a garland fweet Lay humbly at your monarch's feet; Who, as the odours reach his throne, Will fmile, and think 'em all his own; For law and gofpel both determine All virtues lodge in royal ermine. (I mean the oracles of both, Who
Página 113 - fire to party zeal; Not owing to his happy vein The fortunes of his latter fcene, Took proper principles to thrive; And fo might ev'ry dunce alive. . Thus Steel, who own'd what others writ, And flourifh'd by imputed wit, From perils of a hundred jayls Withdrew to ftarve, and die in Wales. Thus Gay^
Página 247 - you hear a poem read, Where Battus from the table-head, Reclining on his elbow-chair, Gives judgment with decifive air ; To whom the tribe of circling wits As to an oracle fubmits. He gives directions to the town To cry it up, or run it down; Like courtiers, when they fend a note,
Página 10 - aid, Who knows his art, but not his trade, Preferring his regard for me Before his credit, or his fee. Some formal vifits, looks, and words, What mere humanity affords, I meet perhaps from three or four, From whom I once expected more; Which thofe, who tend the
Página 136 - get into your brains ? Come hither, and take this old gown for your pains. But the dean^ if this fecret fhou'd come to his ears, Will never have done with his gibes and his jeers: For your life not a word of the matter, I charge ye: Give me but a barrack^ a fig for the clergy.

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