Poetry : riddes by Dr . Swrift and his friends. Trifles, passing between Swift and Sheridan. Poems composed at Market-Hill. Verses, addressed to Swift and to his memory. Swift's epistolary correspondence. Letters, during Lord Oxford's administrationArchibald Constable and Company Edinburgh; White, Cochrane, and Company and Gale, Curtis, and Fenner, London; and John Cumming, Dublin., 1814 |
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Addison affairs Andrew Fountaine answer ARCHBISHOP KING Archbishop of Dublin assure Ballyspellin believe Bishop of Clogher bishops church clergy court Dean desire DR SHERIDAN Dr Swift Duke of Ormond dullest beast Earl Earl of Wharton endeavour England farther favour George Ashe give grace grant hand Harley hear heard honour hope house of lords humble servant humour Ireland ladies leave letter London long-eared beast Lord Pembroke Lord Sunderland Lord Wharton lord-lieutenant lord-lieutenant of Ireland lord-treasurer lordship majesty matter merit mind ministers ministry ne'er never obedient opinion parliament perhaps person pleased pray present queen reason REVEREND SIR rhyme secretary sent sick solicit St John St Patrick's Stella suppose sure talk tell thee thing THOMAS SHERIDAN thought told tory town verses whigs wish word writ write your's
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Página 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...
Página 233 - Why was I so foolish to put my hopes and fears into the power or management of another ? Liberty is doubtless the most valuable blessing of life ; yet we are fond to fling it away on those who have been these 5000 years using us ill.
Página 150 - I'm grown a mere mopus ; no company comes, But a rabble of tenants, and rusty dull rums.* With parsons what lady can keep herself clean ; I'm all over daub'd when I sit by the Dean. But if you will give us a barrack, my dear, The captain, I'm sure, will always come here : I then shall not value his deanship a straw, For the captain, I warrant, will keep him in awe ; Or should he pretend to be brisk and alert, Will tell him that chaplains should not be so pert; That men of his coat should be minding...
Página 153 - The servants amaz'd are scarce ever able 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 clones. Dear madam, be sure he's a fine spoken man, Do but hear on the clergy how glib his tongue ran ; And, ' madam,' says he, ' if such dinners you give, You'll ne'er want for parsons as long as you live.
Página 246 - ... from it. The place where Dr. Bolton lived is upon a living which he keeps with the deanery; but the place of residence for that they have given me is within a mile of a town called Trim, twenty miles from hence; and there is no other way but to hire a house at Trim, or build one on the spot : the first is hardly to be done, and the other I am too poor to perform at present,
Página 265 - Kensington together for that purpose, and came back immediately, and went together into the house of commons. Mr. St. John designs to lay down in a few days, as a friend of his told me, though he advised him to the contrary ; and they talk that Mr.
Página 222 - And this is it which a person of great honour in Ireland (who was pleased to stoop so low as to look into my mind) used to tell me, that my mind was like a conjured spirit, that would do mischief if I would not give it employment.
Página 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.
Página 179 - 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.
Página 184 - HERE lies the Earl of Suffolk's fool, Men call'd him Dicky Pearce ; His folly served to make folks laugh, When wit and mirth were scarce. Poor Dick, alas ! is dead and gone, What signifies to cry ? Dickies enough are still behind, To laugh at by and by.