Poems by Jonathan Swift
To Quilca, a Country House not in Good Repair
... Stools, Tables, Chairs, and Bed-steds broke: ...
Stella's Birthday March 13, 1727
... Believe me, Stella, when you show ...
Louisa To Strephon
... Who scourged to death that scourge of Rome, ...
The Lady’s Dressing Room
... s bowels, When he beheld and smelled the towels, ...
On A Horn
... I'll show the world strange things and true ...
On Gold
... Stabb'd to the heart, condemn'd to flame, ...
The Fable Of Midas
... Much good may't do 'em that have caught 'em! ...
The Grand Question Debated: Whether Hamiltons Bawn Should Be Turned Into A Barrack Or Malt-House
... For the right holds the sword, and the left holds the bridle ...
Stellas Birth-Day. 1724-5
... No length of time can make you quit ...
The Deans Answer
... And, should he write pamphlets, no great man would read 'em ...
Peace And Dunkirk
... The Dutch from hence shall no more millions drain: ...
On A Corkscrew
... Yet the plain 'squire, when dinner's done, ...
Mr. William Crowes Address To Her Majesty, Turned Into Metre
... Who have ravish'd, and murder'd, and play'd such damn'd pranks, ...
The Windsor Prophecy
... But spight of the Harpy that crawls on all four, ...
A Receipt To Restore Stellas Youth. 1724-5
... Why, Stella, should you knit your brow, ...
