The Works of Jonathan Swift: Riddles [and poems] by Dr. Swift and his friends. Verses addressed to Swift and to his memory. Epistolary correspondenceA. Constable, 1814 |
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Σελίδα 105 - Saunders, said I, I would rather than a quart of ale He would come into our kitchen, and I would pin a dish-clout to his tail. And now I must go and get Saunders to direct this letter ; For I write but a sad scrawl ; but my sister Marget, she writes better.* Well, but I must run and make the bed, before my master comes from prayers ; And see now, it strikes ten, and I hear him coming up stairs...
Σελίδα 232 - IMPATIENCE is the most inseparable quality of a lover, and indeed of every person who is in pupsuit of a design whereon he conceives his greatest happiness or misery to depend. It is the same thing in war, in courts, and in common business. Every one who hunts after pleasure, or fame, or fortune, is still restless and uneasy till he has hunted down his game ; and all this is not only very natural, but something reasonable too; for a violent desire is little better than a distemper, and therefore...
Σελίδα 151 - Go bring me my smock and leave off your prate, Thou hast certainly gotten a cup in thy pate." " Pray madam be quiet : what was it 1 said ? You had like to have put it quite out of my head. Next day, to be sure, the captain will come, At the head of his troops, with trumpet and drum.
Σελίδα 179 - Why let him, if he will ;' And so I bid Sir Arthur write. His manners would not let him wait, Lest we should think ourselves neglected ; And so we saw him at our gate Three days before he was expected. After a week, a month, a quarter, And day succeeding after day, Says not a word of his departure, Though not a soul would have him stay.
Σελίδα 153 - To keep off their eyes, as they wait at the table ; And Molly and I have thrust in our nose, To peep at the captain in all his fine clo'es. Dear madam, be sure he's a fine spoken man, Do but hear on the clergy how glib hjs tongue ran ; And, 'madam,' says he, ' if such dinners you give, You'll ne'er want for parsons as long as you live.
Σελίδα 150 - ... pretend to be brisk and alert, "Will tell him that chaplains should not be so pert ; That men of his coat should be minding their prayers, And not among ladies to give themselves airs.
Σελίδα 151 - Dear madam, whene'er of a barrack I think, An I were to be hang'd, I can't sleep a wink : For if a new crotchet comes into my brain, I can't get it out, though I'd never so fain.
Σελίδα 149 - Bawn, whilst it sticks on my hand, I lose by the house what I get by the land ; But how to dispose of it to the best bidder, For a barrack or malt-house, we now must consider.
Σελίδα 231 - They are all left entirely to your honour's mercy, though in the first I think I cannot reproach myself any farther than for infirmities. This is all I dare beg at present from your honour, under circumstances of life not worth your regard : what is left me to wish (next to the health and prosperity of your honour and family) is, that Heaven • * would one day allow me the opportunity of leaving my acknowledgments at your feet...
Σελίδα 18 - WHAT will raise your admiration, I am not one of God's creation, But sprung, (and I this truth maintain,) Like Pallas, from my father's brain. And after all, I chiefly owe My beauty to the shades below. Most wondrous forms you see me wear, A man, a woman, lion, bear, A fish, a fowl, a cloud, a field, All figures Heaven or earth can yield ; Like Daphne sometimes in a tree ; Yet am not one of all you see.