A Panegyric Of The Dean In The Person Of A Lady In The North (Jonathan Swift Poems)
Resolved my gratitude to show,Thrice reverend Dean, for all I owe,Too long I have my thanks delay'd;Your favours left too ...
Resolved my gratitude to show,Thrice reverend Dean, for all I owe,Too long I have my thanks delay'd;Your favours left too ...
Bright Arts, abus'd, like Gems, receive their Flaws;Physick has Quacks, and Quirks obscure the Laws.Fables to shade Historic Truths combine,And ...
Sir,As once a twelvemonth to the priest,Holy at Rome, here Antichrist,The Spanish king presents a jennetTo show his love, -- ...
Another hero of those youthful yearsReturns, as Noey Bixler's name appears.And Noey--if in any special way--Was notably good-natured.--Work or playHe ...
Friend of my dark and solitary hour,When spectres walk abroad, and ghosts have power,To thee I look to dissipate the ...
I had a dream this morning off Madeira,About my poem and its publication.Methought it was still-born, and I could hear ...
I did not praise thee when the crowd, 'Witched with the moment's inspiration,Vexed thy still ether with hosannas loud, And stamped their ...
I am jet black, as you may see, The son of pitch and gloomy night:Yet all that know me will agree, I'm ...
In Doric Hall, Massachusetts State HouseDear witnesses, all-luminous, eloquent,Stacked thickly on the tessellated floor!The soldier-blood stirs in me, as of ...
To Churchill's Sermons. The manuscript of this unfinished poem was found among the few papers Churchill left behind ...
Mr. Simkin B---n---r---d to Lady B---n---r---d, at --- Castle, North. A Panegyric on Bath, and a Moravian Hymn. Of all ...
I like Artemus Ward, that quaint Rough, sturdy, antiquated Showman,Who travell'd Yankee-land to paint The social ills in man and ...
This is a day of happiness, sweet peace, And heavenly sunshine; upon which conven'd In full assembly fair, once more ...
NO song nor dance I bring from yon great city, That queens it o'er our taste-the more's the pity: Tho' ...
MY lord, I know your noble ear Woe ne'er assails in vain; Embolden'd thus, I beg you'll hear Your humble ...
THE SIMPLE Bard, rough at the rustic plough, Learning his tuneful trade from ev'ry bough; The chanting linnet, or the ...
As, when a lofty pile is raised, We never hear the workmen praised, Who bring the lime, or place the ...
Ne Rubeam, Pingui donatus Munere (Horace, Epistles II.i.267) While you, great patron of mankind, sustain The balanc'd world, and open ...
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