A Receipt To Restore Stella’s Youth. 1724-5 (Jonathan Swift Poems)
The Scottish hinds, too poor to houseIn frosty nights their starving cows,While not a blade of grass or hayAppears from ...
The Scottish hinds, too poor to houseIn frosty nights their starving cows,While not a blade of grass or hayAppears from ...
AN inventory clear of all she needs Lamira offers here; Nor does she fear a rigid Cato's frown When she ...
II see across the chasm of flying years The pyre of Dido on the vacant shore; I see Medea's fury ...
I have sipped, with drooping lashes, Dreamy draughts of Verzenay; I have flourished brandy-smashes In the wildest sort of way; I have joked with ...
The Britons, in their Nature shy,View Strangers with a distant Eye:We think them partial and severe;And judge their Manners by ...
1Would that the winds might only blowAs they blew in the golden long ago--!Laden with odors of Orient islesWhere ever ...
Oh how I wish that an embargoHad kept in port the good ship Argo!Who, still unlaunch'd from Grecian docks,Had never ...
Yet, yet a moment, one dim ray of light Indulge, dread Chaos, and eternal Night!Of darkness visible so much be ...
Dead is he? Yes, our stranger guest said dead— said it by noonday, when it seemed a thing most natural ...
Harun Omar and Master Hafiz keep your dead beautiful ladies. Mine is a little lovelier than any of your ladies ...
Some of my friends (for friends I must suppose All, who, not daring to appear my foes, Feign great ...
Fie on these Lydian tunes which blunt our sprightsAnd turne our gallants to Hermaphrodites:Giue me a Doricke touch, whose Semphony,And ...
1. BOYCOTT, W. 5. PALEY, G. A. 2. FERGUSON, R. S. 6. ...
Not Jason nor Medea wise,I crave to see, nor win much lore,Nor list to Orpheus' minstrelsies;Nor Her'cles would I see, ...
Whirling along its living freight, it came,Hot, panting, fierce, yet docile to command—The roaring monster, blazing through the landAthwart the ...
NOT lawfull loue, bot lecherie I lacke:Not women wise, but witlesse I disdaine:Not constant trueth, but tromperie I detract:Not innocence, ...
It is full winter now: the trees are bare, Save where the cattle huddle from the cold Beneath the pine, ...
This English Thames is holier far than Rome, Those harebells like a sudden flush of sea Breaking across the woodland, ...
Earth, Ocean, Air, belovèd brotherhood! If our great Mother has imbued my soul With aught of natural piety to feel ...
Compelled by calamity's magnet They loiter and stare as if the house Burnt-out were theirs, or as if they thought ...
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