The Life of the Rev. Dr. Jonathan Swift, Dean of St. Patrick's, Dublin

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J. F. and C. Rivington, 1787 - 488 pagina's
 

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Pagina 443 - But, by what I have gathered from your own relation, and the answers I have with much pains wringed and extorted from you, I cannot but conclude the bulk of your natives, to be the most pernicious race of little odious vermin that nature ever suffered to crawl upon the surface of the earth.
Pagina 441 - That, although he hated the Yahoos of this Country, yet he no more blamed them for their odious Qualities, than he did a Gnnayh (a Bird of Prey) for its Cruelty, or a sharp Stone for cutting his Hoof. But when a Creature pretending to Reason could be capable of such Enormities, he dreaded lest the Corruption of that Faculty might be worse than Brutality itself.
Pagina 448 - No, we" had rather talk with you than drink with you.' ' But, if you had supped with me, as in all reason you ought to have done, you must then have drunk with me.
Pagina 41 - than I can say ; I never remember any weather that was not too hot, or too cold ; too wet, or too dry ; but, however God Almighty contrives it, at the end of the year 'tis all very well.
Pagina 288 - From whence that decency of mind, So lovely in the female kind, Where not one careless thought intrudes, Less' modest than the speech of prudes ; Where never blush was call'd in aid, That spurious virtue in a maid, A virtue but at second-hand ; They blush because they understand.
Pagina 150 - I always loved you just so much the worse for your station ; for, in your public capacity, you have often angered me to the heart, but, as a private man, never once.
Pagina 169 - I took Parnell this morning, and we walked to see poor Harrison. I had the hundred pounds in my pocket. I told Parnell I was afraid to knock at the door; my mind misgave me. I knocked, and his man in tears told me his master was dead an hour before.
Pagina 111 - I am altogether a stranger) did, a month or two ago, vindicate me from having any concern in it ? Should not Mr. Steele have first expostulated with me as a friend ? Have I deserved this usage from Mr. Steele, who knows very well that my lord treasurer has kept him in his employment upon my...
Pagina 256 - Thou, Stella, wert no longer young, When first for thee my harp was strung, Without one word of Cupid's darts, Of killing eyes, or bleeding hearts ; With friendship and esteem possest, I ne'er admitted Love a guest.
Pagina 244 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.

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