Jonathan Swift
Morning by Jonathan Swift

Morning by Jonathan Swift

Now hardly here and there a hackney-coach Appearing, show'd the ruddy morn's approach. Now Betty from her master's bed had flown, And softly stole to discompose her own. The ...

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Gentle Echo on Woman by Jonathan Swift

Gentle Echo on Woman by Jonathan Swift

Shepherd. Echo, I ween, will in the woods reply, And quaintly answer questions. Shall I try? Echo. Try. Shepherd. What must we do our passion to express? Echo. Press. ...

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Description Of A City Shower by Jonathan Swift

Description Of A City Shower by Jonathan Swift

Careful Observers may fortel the Hour (By sure Prognosticks) when to dread a Show'r: While Rain depends, the pensive Cat gives o'er Her Frolicks, and pursues her Tail no more. ...

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A Beautiful Young Nymph Going To Bed by Jonathan Swift

A Beautiful Young Nymph Going To Bed by Jonathan Swift

Corinna, Pride of Drury-Lane, For whom no Shepherd sighs in vain; Never did Covent Garden boast So bright a batter'd, strolling Toast; No drunken Rake to pick her up, No ...

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Stella’s Birth-Day. 1724-5 by Jonathan Swift

Stella’s Birth-Day. 1724-5 by Jonathan Swift

As when a beauteous nymph decays, We say she's past her dancing days; So poets lose their feet by time, And can no longer dance in rhyme. Your annual bard had rather chose To ...

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A Receipt To Restore Stella’s Youth. 1724-5 by Jonathan Swift

A Receipt To Restore Stella’s Youth. 1724-5 by Jonathan Swift

The Scottish hinds, too poor to house In frosty nights their starving cows, While not a blade of grass or hay Appears from Michaelmas to May, Must let their cattle range in ...

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Dean Swift At Sir Arthur Acheson’s In The North Of Ireland by Jonathan Swift

Dean Swift At Sir Arthur Acheson’s In The North Of Ireland by Jonathan Swift

The Dean would visit Market-Hill, Our invitation was but slight; I said—'Why let him, if he will:' And so I bade Sir Arthur write. His manners would not let him wait, ...

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A New Year’s Gift For Bec by Jonathan Swift

A New Year’s Gift For Bec by Jonathan Swift

Returning Janus now prepares, For Bec, a new supply of cares, Sent in a bag to Dr. Swift, Who thus displays the new-year's gift. First, this large parcel brings you tidings ...

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The Virtues Of Sid Hamet The Magician’s Rod by Jonathan Swift

The Virtues Of Sid Hamet The Magician’s Rod by Jonathan Swift

The rod was but a harmless wand, While Moses held it in his hand; But, soon as e'er he laid it down, Twas a devouring serpent grown. Our great magician, Hamet Sid, Reverses ...

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The Dean’s Answer by Jonathan Swift

The Dean’s Answer by Jonathan Swift

The nymph who wrote this in an amorous fit, I cannot but envy the pride of her wit, Which thus she will venture profusely to throw On so mean a design, and a subject so low. ...

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Jack Frenchman’s Lamentation by Jonathan Swift

Jack Frenchman’s Lamentation by Jonathan Swift

Ye Commons and Peers, Pray lend me your ears, I'll sing you a song, (if I can,) How Lewis le Grand Was put to a stand, By the arms of our gracious Queen Anne. How his army ...

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Stella’s Birth-Day: A Great Bottle Of Wine, Long Buried, Being That Day Dug Up. 1722-3 by Jonathan Swift

Stella’s Birth-Day: A Great Bottle Of Wine, Long Buried, Being That Day Dug Up. 1722-3 by Jonathan Swift

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 to think: I bit my nails, and scratch'd my head, ...

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A Beautiful Young Nymph Going To Bed by Jonathan Swift

A Beautiful Young Nymph Going To Bed by Jonathan Swift

Corinna, Pride of Drury-Lane,For whom no Shepherd sighs in vain;Never did Covent Garden boastSo bright a batter'd, strolling Toast;No drunken Rake to pick her up,No Cellar where ...

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Death And Daphne by Jonathan Swift

Death And Daphne by Jonathan Swift

Death went upon a solemn dayAt Pluto's hall his court to pay;The phantom having humbly kiss'dHis grisly monarch's sooty fist,Presented him the weekly billsOf doctors, fevers, ...

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A Maypole by Jonathan Swift

A Maypole by Jonathan Swift

Deprived of root, and branch and rind,Yet flowers I bear of every kind:And such is my prolific power,They bloom in less than half an hour;Yet standers-by may plainly seeThey get ...

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An Echo by Jonathan Swift

An Echo by Jonathan Swift

Never sleeping, still awake,Pleasing most when most I speak;The delight of old and young,Though I speak without a tongue.Nought but one thing can confound me,Many voices joining ...

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The Place Of The Damned by Jonathan Swift

The Place Of The Damned by Jonathan Swift

All folks who pretend to religion and grace,Allow there's a HELL, but dispute of the place:But, if HELL may by logical rules be definedThe place of the damned -I'll tell you my ...

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On Himself by Jonathan Swift

On Himself by Jonathan Swift

ON RAINY days alone I dine Upon a chick and pint of wine. On rainy days I dine alone And pick my chicken to the bone; But this my servants much enrages, No scraps remain to save ...

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Dingley And Brent by Jonathan Swift

Dingley And Brent by Jonathan Swift

Dingley and Brent,Wherever they went,Ne'er minded a word that was spoken;Whatever was said,They ne'er troubled their head,But laugh'd at their own silly joking.Should Solomon ...

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Twelve Articles by Jonathan Swift

Twelve Articles by Jonathan Swift

ILEST it may more quarrels breed,I will never hear you read.IIBy disputing, I will never,To convince you once endeavour.IIIWhen a paradox you stick to,I will never contradict ...

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A Description Of The Morning by Jonathan Swift

A Description Of The Morning by Jonathan Swift

Now hardly here and there a hackney-coachAppearing, show'd the ruddy morn's approach.Now Betty from her master's bed had flown,And softly stole to discompose her own.The slip-shod ...

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A Description Of A City Shower by Jonathan Swift

A Description Of A City Shower by Jonathan Swift

Careful Observers may fortel the Hour (By sure Prognosticks) when to dread a Show'r: While Rain depends, the pensive Cat gives o'er Her Frolicks, and pursues her Tail no more. ...

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A Satirical Elegy On The Death Of A Late Famous General by Jonathan Swift

A Satirical Elegy On The Death Of A Late Famous General by Jonathan Swift

"His Grace! impossible! what, dead!Of old age too, and in his bed!And could that mighty warrior fall,And so inglorious, after all?Well, since he's gone, no matter how,The last ...

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On The Moon by Jonathan Swift

On The Moon by Jonathan Swift

I with borrow'd silver shineWhat you see is none of mine.First I show you but a quarter,Like the bow that guards the Tartar:Then the half, and then the whole,Ever dancing round ...

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The Sick Lion And The Ass by Jonathan Swift

The Sick Lion And The Ass by Jonathan Swift

A lion sunk by time's decay,Too feeble grown to hunt his prey,Observed his fatal hour draw nigh:He drooped and laid him down to die.There came by chance a savage boar,Who trembled ...

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The Lady’s Dressing Room by Jonathan Swift

The Lady’s Dressing Room by Jonathan Swift

By haughty Celia spent in dressing;The goddess from her chamber issues,Arrayed in lace, brocades, and tissues.Strephon, who found the room was voidAnd Betty otherwise ...

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A Riddle by Jonathan Swift

A Riddle by Jonathan Swift

I'm wealthy and poor,I'm empty and full,I'm humble and proud,I'm witty and dull.I'm foul and yet fair:I'm old, and yet young;I lie with Moll Kerr,And toast Mrs. Long.

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Baucis And Philemon by Jonathan Swift

Baucis And Philemon by Jonathan Swift

IN ancient times, as story tells,The saints would often leave their cells,And stroll about, but hide their quality,To try good people's hospitality.It happened on a winter ...

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On Stella’s Birth-Day, 1719 by Jonathan Swift

On Stella’s Birth-Day, 1719 by Jonathan Swift

Stella this Day is thirty four, (We shan't dispute a Year or more) However Stella, be not troubled, Although thy Size and Years are doubled, Since first I saw Thee at Sixteen The ...

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Phillis, Or, The Progress Of Love by Jonathan Swift

Phillis, Or, The Progress Of Love by Jonathan Swift

Desponding Phillis was endu'd With ev'ry Talent of a Prude, She trembled when a Man drew near; Salute her, and she turn'd her Ear: If o'er against her you were plac't She durst ...

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Elegy Upon Tiger by Jonathan Swift

Elegy Upon Tiger by Jonathan Swift

Her dead lady's joy and comfort,Who departed this lifeThe last day of March, 1727:To the great joy of BryanThat his antagonist is gone.And is poor Tiger laid at last so low?O day ...

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Stella’s Birth-Day. 1724-5 by Jonathan Swift

Stella’s Birth-Day. 1724-5 by Jonathan Swift

As when a beauteous nymph decays,We say she's past her dancing days;So poets lose their feet by time,And can no longer dance in rhyme.Your annual bard had rather choseTo celebrate ...

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Daphne by Jonathan Swift

Daphne by Jonathan Swift

Daphne knows, with equal ease,How to vex, and how to please;But the folly of her sexMakes her sole delight to vex.Never woman more devisedSurer ways to be despised;Paradoxes ...

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On The Gallows by Jonathan Swift

On The Gallows by Jonathan Swift

There is a gate, we know full well,That stands 'twixt Heaven, and Earth, and Hell,Where many for a passage venture,Yet very few are fond to enter:Although 'tis open night and ...

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A Receipt To Restore Stella’s Youth.  1724-5 by Jonathan Swift

A Receipt To Restore Stella’s Youth. 1724-5 by Jonathan Swift

The Scottish hinds, too poor to houseIn frosty nights their starving cows,While not a blade of grass or hayAppears from Michaelmas to May,Must let their cattle range in vainFor ...

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On The Five Senses by Jonathan Swift

On The Five Senses by Jonathan Swift

All of us in one you'll find, Brethren of a wondrous kind;Yet among us all no brotherKnows one tittle of the other;We in frequent councils are,And our marks of things ...

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A Panegyric Of The Dean In The Person Of A Lady In The North by Jonathan Swift

A Panegyric Of The Dean In The Person Of A Lady In The North by Jonathan Swift

Resolved my gratitude to show,Thrice reverend Dean, for all I owe,Too long I have my thanks delay'd;Your favours left too long unpaid;But now, in all our sex's name,My artless ...

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To Stella, Who Collected And Transcribed His Poems by Jonathan Swift

To Stella, Who Collected And Transcribed His Poems by Jonathan Swift

As, when a lofty pile is raised,We never hear the workmen praised,Who bring the lime, or place the stones;But all admire Inigo Jones:So, if this pile of scattered rhymesShould be ...

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On Ink by Jonathan Swift

On Ink by Jonathan Swift

I am jet black, as you may see,The son of pitch and gloomy night:Yet all that know me will agree,I'm dead except I live in light.Sometimes in panegyric high,Like lofty Pindar, I ...

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To Quilca, A Country-House In No Very Good Repair by Jonathan Swift

To Quilca, A Country-House In No Very Good Repair by Jonathan Swift

Let me thy Properties explain,A rotten Cabin, dropping Rain;Chimnies with Scorn rejecting Smoak;Stools, Tables, Chairs, and Bed-steds broke:Here Elements have lost their Vses,Air ...

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Mutton by Jonathan Swift

Mutton by Jonathan Swift

Gently stir and blow the fire,Lay the mutton down to roast,Dress it quickly, I desire,In the dripping put a toast,That I hunger may remove --Mutton is the meat I love.On the ...

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An Excellent New Song Being The Intended Speech Of A Famous Orator Against Peace by Jonathan Swift

An Excellent New Song Being The Intended Speech Of A Famous Orator Against Peace by Jonathan Swift

An orator dismal of Nottinghamshire,Who has forty years let out his conscience to hire,Out of zeal for his country, and want of a place,Is come up, vi et armis, to break the ...

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Corinna by Jonathan Swift

Corinna by Jonathan Swift

This day (the year I dare not tell)Apollo play'd the midwife's part;Into the world Corinna fell,And he endued her with his art.But Cupid with a Satyr comes;Both softly to the ...

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The Progress Of Poetry by Jonathan Swift

The Progress Of Poetry by Jonathan Swift

The Farmer's Goose, who in the Stubble, Has fed without Restraint, or Trouble; Grown fat with Corn and Sitting still, Can scarce get o'er the Barn-Door Sill: And hardly waddles ...

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Elegy On Partridge by Jonathan Swift

Elegy On Partridge by Jonathan Swift

Well; 'tis as Bickerstaff has guess'd,Though we all took it for a jest:Partridge is dead; nay more, he diedEre he could prove the good 'squire lied.Strange, an astrologer should ...

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The Windsor Prophecy by Jonathan Swift

The Windsor Prophecy by Jonathan Swift

When a holy black Swede, the son of Bob,With a saint at his chin and a seal at his fob,Shall not see one New-Years-day in that year,Then let old England make good cheer:Windsor ...

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A New Year’s Gift For Bec by Jonathan Swift

A New Year’s Gift For Bec by Jonathan Swift

Returning Janus now prepares,For Bec, a new supply of cares,Sent in a bag to Dr. Swift,Who thus displays the new-year's gift.First, this large parcel brings you tidingsOf our good ...

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On A Candle by Jonathan Swift

On A Candle by Jonathan Swift

Of all inhabitants on earth,To man alone I owe my birth,And yet the cow, the sheep, the bee,Are all my parents more than he:I, a virtue, strange and rare,Make the fairest look ...

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Ballad by Jonathan Swift

Ballad by Jonathan Swift

A WONDERFUL ageIs now on the stage:I'll sing you a song, if I can,How modern Whigs,Dance forty-one jigs,But God bless our gracious Queen Anne.The kirk with applauseIs established ...

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Verses On The Death Of Dr. Swift, D.S.P.D. by Jonathan Swift

Verses On The Death Of Dr. Swift, D.S.P.D. by Jonathan Swift

As Rochefoucauld his maxims drew From Nature, I believe 'em true:They argue no corrupted mindIn him; the fault is in mankind.This maxim more than all the restIs thought too base ...

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