The Works of Dr Jonathan Swift, Dean of St Patrick's, Dublin. In Thirteen Volumes. ...John Donadlson [sic], London, 1774 |
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Сторінка 49 - I have often had it in my head to put it into yours, that you ought to have some great work in scheme...
Сторінка 122 - THOUGH you were never to write to me, yet what you desired in your last, that I would write often to you, would be a very easy task ; for every day I talk with you, and of you, in my heart ; and I need only set down what that is thinking of.
Сторінка 72 - Good God ! how often are we to die before we go quite off this stage ? In every friend we lose a part of ourselves, and the best part. God keep those we have left ! few are worth praying for, and one's self the least of all.
Сторінка 43 - I have still a worse evil ; for the giddiness I was subject to, instead of coming seldom and violent, now constantly attends me more or less, though in a more peaceable manner, yet such as will not qualify me to live among the young and healthy...
Сторінка 127 - I have lost all spirit, and every scrap of health; I sometimes recover a little of my hearing, but my head is ever out of order. While I have any ability to hold a commerce with you, I will never be silent, and this chancing to be a day that I can hold a pen, I will drag it as long as I am able.
Сторінка 8 - As to this country,* there have been three terrible years dearth of corn, and every place strewed with beggars ; but dearths are common in better climates, and our evils here lie much deeper. Imagine a nation the two thirds of whose revenues are spent out of it, and who are not permitted to trade with the other third...
Сторінка 114 - I have lefs experience than you, the truth of what you told me fome time ago, that increafe of years makes men more talkative, but lefs writative : to that degree, that I now write no letters but of plain...
Сторінка 79 - You say truly, that death is only terrible to us as it separates us from those we love, but I really think those have the worst of it who are left by us, if we are true friends. I have felt more (I fancy) in the loss of Mr.
Сторінка 130 - ... to write to me, when you had the honour to be an exile. I can hardly hope to live till you...
Сторінка 90 - The man who drew your Character and printed it here, was not much in the wrong in many things he...