The Poetical Works of Jonathan Swift: With a Life, Volumen2Little, Brown, 1859 |
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The Poetical Works of Jonathan Swift: With a Life, Volumen2 Jonathan Swift,John Mitford Vista completa - 1853 |
The Poetical Works of Jonathan Swift: With a Life, Volumen2 Jonathan Swift,John Mitford Vista completa - 1853 |
Términos y frases comunes
Æsop bard beauty Behold better BIRTH-DAY Cadenus call'd Carteret Chloe court dame damn'd Dean DEAN SWIFT Dean's DELANY delight design'd divine doctor Dublin dullest beast Dunciad envy eyes face fair fame fancy fate fault female fill'd fix'd fleer fool friends give goddess grace grown half head hear heart honour JONATHAN SMEDLEY Jove kind king lady learn'd learning long-ear'd beast lord Lord Carteret Lord-Lieutenant madam maid mankind MARCH 13 merit mind mortal Muse ne'er never night numbers nymph o'er pain Pallas panegyric passion Pheasant Phoebus poem poets poison'd praise pride queen rage rhyme round scorn shame shine sing Sir Arthur Sir Arthur Acheson soul spite spleen Stella swain swear Swift taste taught tell thee things thou thought thousand true Vanessa Venus verse vex'd virtue Whig wise writ
Pasajes populares
Página 93 - To fancy they could live a year ! I find you're but a stranger here. The Dean was famous in his time, And had a kind of knack at rhyme : His way of writing now is past ; The town has got a better taste. I keep no antiquated stuff, But spick and span I have enough. Pray, do but give me leave to show 'em : Here's Colley Gibber's birth-day poem.
Página 18 - ... Offending race of human kind, By nature, reason, learning, blind ; You who, through frailty, stepp'd aside ; And you, who never fell from pride : You who in different sects were shamm'd, And come to see each other damn'd ; (So some folk told you, but they knew No more of Jove's designs than you ;) — The world's mad business now is o'er, And I resent these pranks no more. — I to such blockheads set my wit ! I damn such fools ! — -Go, go, you're bit.
Página 54 - 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.
Página 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.
Página 87 - Now the departing prayer is read ; He hardly breathes— The Dean is dead. Before the passing-bell begun, The news through half the town is run, * Oh ! may we all for death prepare ! • What has he left ? and who's his heir ?' ' I know no more than what the news is ; 'Tis all bequeath'd to public uses.
Página 92 - The Dean is dead : (Pray what is trumps ?) Then, Lord have mercy on his soul! (Ladies, I'll venture for the vole.) Six deans, they say, must bear the pall : (I wish I knew what king to call.) Madam, your husband will attend The funeral of so good a friend.
Página 97 - For her he stood prepared to die ; For her he boldly stood alone ; For her he oft exposed his own. Two kingdoms, just as faction led, Had set a price upon his head : But not a traitor could be found, To sell him for six hundred pound. ' Had he but spared his tongue and pen, He might have rose like other men; But power was never in his thought, And wealth he valued not a groat.
Página 76 - An equal privilege to descend. In bulk there are not more degrees, From elephants to mites in cheese, Than what a curious eye may trace In creatures of the rhyming race. From bad to worse, and worse, they fall ; But who can reach the worst of all...
Página 214 - With pains unknown increas'd 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 Declin'd in health, advanc'd in years. She fancies music in his tongue; Nor farther looks, but thinks him young.
Página 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...