Poems by Jonathan Swift
Advice to the Grub Street Verse-writers
... When Pope has fill'd the margins round, ...
Mrs Frances Haris's Petition
... was cold; And I had in a purse seven pounds, four shillings, and sixpence, (besides ...
On Himself
... Yet, where hes not so rich as I,&emsp ...
A Letter To Dr. Helsham
... [14] The dullest beast, and what's cover'd with crust, ...
The Revolution At Market-Hill
... For Hannah, when we have no need of her, ...
To Stella Visiting Me in My Sickness
... Those numerous virtues which the tribe ...
On The Gallows
... That stands 'twixt Heaven, and Earth, and Hell, ...
A New Years Gift For Bec
... First, this large parcel brings you tidings ...
On The World
... Jove, armd with terrors, bursts the skies,&emsp ...
An Echo
... Nought but one thing can confound me, ...
The Fagot
... This tale may be applied in few words, ...
To Stella, Written On The Day Of Her Birth. March 13, 1723-4, But Not On The Subject, When I Was Sic
... In your own heart you'll reap the fruit, ...
On The Five Senses
... All of us in one you'll find, Brethren of a wondrous kind ...
Stellas Birth-Day: A Great Bottle Of Wine, Long Buried, Being That Day Dug Up. 1722-3
... Though you should live like old Methusalem, ...
Jack Frenchmans Lamentation
... At the sound of great Marlborough's drums, ...
