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 ...
Jonathan Swift Poems on Pain (15 Poems)
Stella’s Birthday, March 13, 1727 (Jonathan Swift Poems)
This day, whate'er the Fates decree, Shall still be kept with joy by me: This day then let us not be told, That ...
Stella’s Birthday, March 13, 1726 (Jonathan Swift Poems)
This day, whate'er the Fates decree,Shall still be kept with joy by me;This day, then, let us not be toldThat ...
Stella’s Birth-Day: A Great Bottle Of Wine, Long Buried, Being That Day Dug Up. 1722-3 (Jonathan Swift Poems)
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 ...
An Excellent New Song Being The Intended Speech Of A Famous Orator Against Peace (Jonathan Swift Poems)
An orator dismal of Nottinghamshire,Who has forty years let out his conscience to hire,Out of zeal for his country, and ...
On A Shadow In A Glass (Jonathan Swift Poems)
By something form'd, I nothing am,Yet everything that you can name;In no place have I ever been,Yet everywhere I may ...
Louisa To Strephon (Jonathan Swift Poems)
Ah! Strephon, how can you despiseHer, who without thy pity dies!To Strephon I have still been true,And of as noble ...
On The Posteriors (Jonathan Swift Poems)
Because I am by nature blind,I wisely choose to walk behind;However, to avoid disgrace,I let no creature see my face.My ...
The Sick Lion and the Ass (Jonathan Swift Poems)
A lion sunk by time's decay,Too feeble grown to hunt his prey,Observed his fatal hour draw nigh:He drooped and laid ...
On A Horn (Jonathan Swift Poems)
The joy of man, the pride of brutes,Domestic subject for disputes,Of plenty thou the emblem fair,Adorn'd by nymphs with all ...
An Echo (Jonathan Swift Poems)
Never sleeping, still awake,Pleasing most when most I speak;The delight of old and young,Though I speak without a tongue.Nought but ...
To Stella On Her Birth-Day, 1721-2 (Jonathan Swift Poems)
While, Stella, to your lasting praiseThe Muse her annual tribute pays,While I assign myself a taskWhich you expect, but scorn ...
To Stella, Who Collected and Transcribed His Poems (Jonathan Swift Poems)
As, when a lofty pile is raised, We never hear the workmen praised, Who bring the lime, or place the ...
A Beautiful Young Nymph Going To Bed (Jonathan Swift Poems)
Corinna, Pride of Drury-Lane, For whom no Shepherd sighs in vain; Never did Covent Garden boast So bright a batter'd, ...
Verses on the Death of Doctor Swift (Jonathan Swift Poems)
As Rochefoucauld his maxims drew From nature, I believe 'em true: They argue no corrupted mind In him; the fault ...