#IrishWriters
FOR you, bright fair, the nine ad… And tune my feeble voice to sing t… The heartfelt power of every charm… Who can withstand their all-comman… See how she moves along with every…
JOHN TROTT was desired by two… To tell them the reason why asses… ‘An’t please you,' quoth John, 'I… Nor dare I pretend to know more t… Howe’er, from this time I shall n…
As puffing quacks some caitiff wre… To swear the pill, or drop, has wr… Thus on the stage, our play-wright… For Epilogues and Prologues on so… Who knows each art of coaxing up t…
IN THE MANNER OF SWIFT LONG had I sought in vain to fin… A likeness for the scribbling kind… The modern scribbling kind, who wr… In wit, and sense, and nature’s sp…
MADAM, I read your letter with all that a… require, but after all find so muc… my indignation, that I cannot help… I am not so ignorant, Madam, as n…
SAY, cruel IRIS, pretty rake, Dear mercenary beauty, What annual offering shall I make… Expressive of my duty? My heart, a victim to thine eyes,
A POETICAL EPISTLE TO… THANKS, my Lord, for your venis… Never rang’d in a forest, or smok’… The haunch was a picture for paint… The fat was so white, and the lean…
YE Muses, pour the pitying tear For Pollio snatch’d away; O! had he liv’d another year!- ‘He had not died to-day’. O! were he born to bless mankind,
‘Enter’ MRS. BULKLEY, ‘who curtsies very low as beginnin… Then enter’ MISS CATLEY, ‘who stands full before her, and c… MRS. BULKELEY.
HOLD! Prompter, hold! a word bef… I’d speak a word or two, to ease m… My pride forbids it ever should be… My heels eclips’d the honours of m… That I found humour in a piebald…
CHASTE are their instincts, fai… No foreign beauty tempts to false… The snow-white vesture, and the gl… The simple plumage, or the glossy… Prompt not their loves:—the patrio…
INTENDED TO HAVE BEEN… TO CONQUER’ THERE is a place, so Ariosto si… A treasury for lost and missing th… Lost human wits have places assign…
1 Of old, when Scarron… 2 Each guest brought his dish,… 3 If our landlord supplies us… 4 Let each guest bring himself… 5 Our Dean shall be venison,…
Beside yon straggling fence that s… With blossom’d furze unprofitably… There, in his noisy mansion, skill… The village master taught his litt… A man severe he was, and stern to…
WELL, having stoop’d to conquer… And gain’d a husband without aid f… Still, as a Bar-maid, I could wis… As I have conquer’d him, to conqu… And let me say, for all your resol…