Jonathan Swift

Jonathan Swift

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Jonathan Swift (30 November 1667 – 19 October 1745) was an Anglo-Irish satirist, essayist, political pamphleteer (first for the Whigs, then for the Tories), poet and cleric who became Dean of St Patrick's Cathedral, Dublin, hence his common sobriquet, "Dean Swift".
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Dingley And Brent

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 wise      In majesty rise,
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On Cutting Down The Thorn At Market-Hill

At Market-Hill, as well appears By chronicle of ancient date,
There stood for many hundred years A spacious thorn before the gate
Hither came every village maid, And on the boughs her garland hung,
And here, beneath the spreading sh...
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Epitaph In Berkeley Church-Yard Gloucestershire

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
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The Progress of Poetry

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:
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Cadenus And Vanessa

HE shepherds and the nymphs were
Pleading before the Cyprian Queen
The counsel for the fair
Accusing the false creature, man
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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 cradle creep;
Both stroke her hands, and rub her gums...
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Death And Daphne

Death went upon a solemn
At Pluto's hall his court to pay;
The phantom having humbly
His grisly monarch's sooty fist,
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To Stella Who Collected and Transcribed His Poems

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:
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Phillis Or the Progress of Love

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 not look above your Wa[i]st;
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To Quilca A Country-House in no very good Repair

Let me thy Properties explain, A rotten Cabin, dropping Rain; Chimnies with Scorn rejecting Smoak; Stools,
Chairs, and Bed-steds broke: Here Elements have lost their Vses, Air ripens not, nor Earth produces: In vain we make poor ...
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Verses on the Death of Dr Swift DSPD

As Rochefoucauld his maxims
From Nature,
I believe 'em true:
They argue no corrupted
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Gently stir and blow the fire,
Lay the mutton down to roast,
Dress it quickly,
I desire,
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Mrs Frances Hariss Petition

To their Excellencies the Lords Justices of Ireland,
The humble petition of Frances Harris,
Who must starve and die a maid if it miscarries;
Humble sheweth, that I went to warm myself in Lady Betty's chamber, because I was cold;
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A Letter To Dr Helsham

IR,  Pray discruciate what follows
The dullest beast, and gentleman's liquor,
When young is often due to the vicar,[1]The dullest of beasts, and swine's delight,
Make up a bird very swift of flight
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On The Five Senses

All of us in one you'll find,
Brethren of a wondrous kind;
Yet among us all no
Knows one tittle of the other;
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On Time

Ever eating, never cloying,
All-devouring, all-destroying,
Never finding full repast,
Till I eat the world at last
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