Poems by Jonathan Swift
Baucis And Philemon
... "Sprout," quoth the man, "what's this you tell us ...
Stella At Wood Park, A House Of Charles Ford, Esq., Near Dublin
... Thus far in jest: though now, I fear, ...
Corinna
... "The world shall feel her scratch and bite ...
Atlas; Or The Minister Of State
... Yet Hercules was not so strong, ...
The Garden Plot
... The king cried out, "Would this were mine!" ...
A Riddle
... I'm foul and yet fair: ...
The Deans Reasons For Not Building At Drapiers-Hill
... But, as for me, who ne'er could clamber high, ...
A Pastoral Dialogue
... SHEELAH Dermot, I swear, though Tady's locks could hold ...
On A Cannon
... And I roar out my joy, and in transport expire ...
To Stella On Her Birth-Day, 1721-2
... My harp will soon in vain be strung, ...
Verses on the Death of Dr. Swift, D.S.P.D.
... Rose ; Where, from discourse of this and that, ...
Death And Daphne
... Charm'd with his eyes, and chin, and snout, ...
Market Women’s Cries
... Come, eat them with pure fresh butter and mustard, ...
On Stella's Birth-day
... (That either Nymph might have her Swain,) ...
A Satirical Elegy on the Death of a Late Famous General
... s tears, Wont at such times each heart to pierce, ...
