Verses on the Death of Dr. Swift, D.S.P.D. (Jonathan Swift Poems)
As Rochefoucauld his maxims drewFrom Nature, I believe 'em true:They argue no corrupted mindIn him; the fault is in mankind.This ...
As Rochefoucauld his maxims drewFrom Nature, I believe 'em true:They argue no corrupted mindIn him; the fault is in mankind.This ...
IN ancient times, as story tells,The saints would often leave their cells,And stroll about, but hide their quality,To try good ...
Harley, the nation's great support,Returning home one day from court,His mind with public cares possest,All Europe's business in his breast,Observed ...
Pallas, observing Stella's witWas more than for her sex was fit,And that her beauty, soon or late,Might breed confusion in ...
I will not build on yonder mount;And, should you call me to account,Consulting with myself, I findIt was no levity ...
At Market-Hill, as well appears By chronicle of ancient date,There stood for many hundred years A spacious thorn before the gate.Hither came ...
FROM Venus born, thy beauty shows;But who thy father, no man knows:Nor can the skilful herald traceThe founder of thy ...
Resolv'd my annual verse to pay,By duty bound, on Stella's day,Furnish'd with paper, pens, and ink,I gravely sat me down ...
Ye Commons and Peers, Pray lend me your ears,I'll sing you a song, (if I can,) How Lewis le Grand Was put to ...
From a town that consists of a church and a steeple,With three or four houses, and as many people,There went ...
All-ruling tyrant of the earth,To vilest slaves I owe my birth,How is the greatest monarch blest,When in my gaudy livery ...
LET me thy properties explain: A rotten cabin dropping rain: Chimneys, with scorn rejecting smoke; Stools, tables, chairs, and bedsteads broke. Here elements have ...
Gently stir and blow the fire,Lay the mutton down to roast,Dress it quickly, I desire,In the dripping put a toast,That ...
Let me thy Properties explain, A rotten Cabin, dropping Rain; Chimnies with Scorn rejecting Smoak; Stools, Tables, Chairs, and Bed-steds broke: Here Elements have ...
As Rochefoucauld his maxims drew From nature, I believe 'em true: They argue no corrupted mind In him; the fault ...
Five hours, (and who can do it less in?) By haughty Celia spent in dressing; The goddess from her chamber ...
As, when a lofty pile is raised, We never hear the workmen praised, Who bring the lime, or place the ...
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