Swift: The Mystery of His Life and LoveChapman and Hall, limited, 1891 - 361 páginas |
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Página 208 - Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And without sneering teach the rest to sneer; Willing to wound and yet afraid to strike, Just hint a fault and hesitate dislike; Alike reserved to blame or to commend, A timorous foe and a suspicious friend, Dreading e'en fools, by flatterers besieged, And so obliging that he ne'er obliged; Like Cato give his little Senate laws And sit attentive to his own applause...
Página 208 - And born to write, converse, and live with ease : Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne, View him with scornful, yet with jealous eyes, And hate for arts that caus'd himself to rise ; Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And, without sneering, teach the rest to sneer...
Página 304 - As to our city of Dublin, shambles may be appointed for this purpose in the most convenient parts of it, and butchers, we may be assured, will not be wanting; although I rather recommend buying the children alive and dressing them hot from the knife as we do roasting pigs.
Página 316 - 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. St John himself will scarce forbear, To bite his pen, and drop a tear. The rest will give a shrug and cry I'm sorry; but we all must die.
Página 187 - Twas when the seas were roaring With hollow blasts of wind, A damsel lay deploring All on a rock reclined. Wide o'er the foaming billows She cast a wistful look; Her head was crown'd with willows That trembled o'er the brook. " ' Twelve months are gone and over, And nine long tedious days; Why didst thou, venturous lover — Why didst thou trust the seas ? Cease, cease, thou cruel Ocean, And let my lover rest; Ah!
Página 95 - I called at Mr Secretary's to see what the d ailed him on Sunday ; I made him a very proper speech, told him I observed he was much out of temper; that I did not expect he would tell me the cause, but would be glad to see he was in better ; and one thing I warned him of, never to appear cold to me, for I would not be treated like a sphoolboy; that I had felt too much of that in my life already...
Página 304 - Lent, than at any other season: therefore reckoning a year after Lent, the markets will be more glutted than usual, because the number of popish infants is at least three to one in this kingdom, and therefore it will have one other collateral advantage by lessening the number of papists among us. I have already computed the charge of nursing a beggar's child (in which list I reckon all cottagers, labourers and four-fifths of the farmers...
Página 306 - I profess in the sincerity of my heart, that I have not the least personal interest in endeavouring to promote this necessary work, having no other motive than the publick good of my country, by advancing our trade, providing for infants, relieving the poor, and giving some pleasure to the rich. I have no children by which I can propose to get a single penny; the youngest being nine years old and my wife past child-bearing.
Página 322 - How the helm is ruled by Walpole, At whose oars, like slaves, they all pull ; Let the vessel split on shelves ; With the freight enrich themselves : Safe within my little wherry, All their madness makes me merry : Like the watermen of Thames, I row by, and call them names...
Página 2 - I remember, when I was a little boy, I felt a great fish at the end of my line which I drew up almost on the ground, but it dropped in, and the disappointment vexes me to t;his very day, and I believe it was the type of all my future disappointments.