The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift, D.D., Dean of St. Patrick's, Dublin, Band 7
J. Johnson, J. Nichols, R. Baldwin, Otridge and Son, J. Sewell, F. and C. Rivington, T. Payne, R. Faulder, G. and J. Robinson, R. Lea, J. Nunn, W. Cuthell, T. Egerton, ... [and 12 others], 1801
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Seite 41 - force Apply'd at bottom stops its course : Doom'd ever in suspense to dwell, 'Tis now no kettle, but a bell. A wooden jack, which had almost 65 Lost by disuse the art to roast, A sudden alteration feels, Increas'd by new intestine wheels; And, what exalts the wonder more, The number made the motion
Seite 285 - WE are little airy creatures, All of different voice and features One of us in glass is set, One of us you 'll find in jet. T' other you may see in tin, And the fourth a box within. If the fifth you should pursue, It can never fly from you. XXI.
Seite 41 - 75 Had never left each other's side : The chimney to a steeple grown, The jack would not be left alone ; But, up against the steeple rear'd, Became a clock, and still adher'd ; 80 And still its love to houshold cares, By a shrill voice at noon, declares, Warning the cookmaid not to burn That
Seite 80 - Would take me in his coach to chat, And question me of this and that; As "What's o'clock?" And, "How's the wind?" " Whose chariot's that we left behind?" 90 Or gravely try to read the lines Writ underneath the country signs * ; Or, " Have you nothing new to day " From Pope, from Parnell, or from Gay ?
Seite 109 - She noted all she ever read ! And had a most discerning head ! 'Tis an old maxim in the schools, That flattery's the food of fools; Yet now and then your men of wit 760 Will condescend to take a bit.
Seite 111 - And will each accidental glance Interpret for a kind advance. But what success Vanessa met Is to the world a secret yet. Whether the nymph, to please her swain, 820 Talks in a high romantick strain; Or whether he at last descends To act with less
Seite 80 - My lord and me as far as Staines, As once a week we travel down To Windsor, and again to town, Where all that passes inter nos Might be proclaim'd at Charing-cross. 100 Yet some I know with envy swell, Because they see me us'd so well:
Seite 351 - die in his calling, He stopt at the George for a bottle of sack, And promis'd to pay for it when he came back. His waistcoat, and stockings, and breeches, were white; His cap had a new cherry riband to tye 't. The maids to the doors and the balconies ran, •• And
Seite 82 - could I see my country seat! There leaning near a gentle brook, Sleep, or peruse some ancient book ; 130 And there in sweet oblivion drown Those cares that haunt the court and town *. THE AUTHOR UPON HIMSELF. 1713. [A few of the first lines are wanting.] * * * By an
Seite 328 - Let them neither starve nor stuff: And, that you may have your due, Let your neighbours carve for you. [This comparison will hold, Could it well in rhyme be told, How conversing, listening, thinking, Justly may resemble drinking ; For a friend a glass you fill, What is this but to