The Life of the Rev. Dr. Jonathan Swift, Dean of St. Patrick's, DublinJ.F. and C. Rivington, 1787 - 488 psl. |
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... one of her letters to him , has the following paffage . " You once had a maxim , which was - To act what was right , and not mind what the world would say . ” we shall not be furprised , that even among his A 3 we INTRODUCTION .
... one of her letters to him , has the following paffage . " You once had a maxim , which was - To act what was right , and not mind what the world would say . ” we shall not be furprised , that even among his A 3 we INTRODUCTION .
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... paffage in Swift's Journal of the following year , dated June 30 , 1711 , where he fays , that , " Mr. Harley and Mr. Secretary St. John , frequently protefted , after he had become their intimate , that he was the only man in England ...
... paffage in Swift's Journal of the following year , dated June 30 , 1711 , where he fays , that , " Mr. Harley and Mr. Secretary St. John , frequently protefted , after he had become their intimate , that he was the only man in England ...
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... paffage of the Journal . February 12 , 1710 . " I DINED to - day with Mr. Secretary St. John : I went to the Court of Requests at noon , and fent Mr. Harley into the Houfe to call the Secretary , to let him know I would not dine with ...
... paffage of the Journal . February 12 , 1710 . " I DINED to - day with Mr. Secretary St. John : I went to the Court of Requests at noon , and fent Mr. Harley into the Houfe to call the Secretary , to let him know I would not dine with ...
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... paffage . February 17 , 1710-11 . " THE Miniftry are good honeft hearty fellows : I ufe them like dogs , becaufe I expect they will ufe me fo . They call me nothing but Jonathan , and I said I believed they would leave me Jonathan as ...
... paffage . February 17 , 1710-11 . " THE Miniftry are good honeft hearty fellows : I ufe them like dogs , becaufe I expect they will ufe me fo . They call me nothing but Jonathan , and I said I believed they would leave me Jonathan as ...
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... paffage of his Jour- nal . L October 31 , 1711 . " THE Duce is in the Secretary ; when I went to him this morning he had people with him ; but fays , we are to dine with Prior to - day , and then will do all our bufinefs in the ...
... paffage of his Jour- nal . L October 31 , 1711 . " THE Duce is in the Secretary ; when I went to him this morning he had people with him ; but fays , we are to dine with Prior to - day , and then will do all our bufinefs in the ...
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The Life of the Rev. Dr. Jonathan Swift– Dean of St. Patrick's, Dublin Thomas Sheridan Visos knygos peržiūra - 1785 |
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441 psl. - 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.
448 psl. - 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.
41 psl. - 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.
288 psl. - 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.
150 psl. - 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.
169 psl. - 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.
111 psl. - 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...
256 psl. - 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.
244 psl. - 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.