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 ...
Don Carlos, in a merry spight,Did Stella to his house invite:He entertain'd her half a yearWith generous wines and costly ...
Midas, we are in story told,Turn'd every thing he touch'd to gold:He chipp'd his bread; the pieces roundGlitter'd like spangles ...
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 ...
As when a beauteous nymph decays,We say she's past her dancing days;So poets lose their feet by time,And can no ...
Ah! Strephon, how can you despiseHer, who without thy pity dies!To Strephon I have still been true,And of as noble ...
While, Stella, to your lasting praiseThe Muse her annual tribute pays,While I assign myself a taskWhich you expect, but scorn ...
Begotten, and born, and dying with noise,The terror of women, and pleasure of boys,Like the fiction of poets concerning the ...
The Thresher Duck, could o'er the Q {-}{-}{-}{-}{-}{-} prevail, The Proverb says; No Fence against a Flayl. From threshing Corn, he turns ...
As Rochefoucauld his maxims drew From nature, I believe 'em true: They argue no corrupted mind In him; the fault ...
The Farmer's Goose, who in the Stubble, Has fed without Restraint, or Trouble; Grown fat with Corn and Sitting still, ...
Ye poets ragged and forlorn, Down from your garrets haste; Ye rhymers, dead as soon as born, Not yet consign'd ...
As, when a lofty pile is raised, We never hear the workmen praised, Who bring the lime, or place the ...
All folks who pretend to religion and grace, Allow there's a HELL, but dispute of the place: But, if HELL ...
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