Jonathan Swift

A Beautiful Young Nymph Going To Bed Corinna, Pride of Drury-Lane, A Description of a City Shower Careful Observers may fortel the Hour A Description of the Morning Now hardly here and there a hackney-coach Advice to the Grub Street Verse-writers Ye poets ragged and forlorn, A Maypole Deprived of root, and branch and rind, A Satirical Elegy His Grace! impossible! what dead! A Satirical Elegy on the Death of a Late Famous General His Grace! impossible! what, dead! Elegy Upon Tiger Her dead lady's joy and comfort, Mrs Frances Haris's Petition To their Excellencies the Lords Justices of Ireland, On Stella's Birth-Day 1719 Stella this Day is thirty four, On Stella's Birth-Day, 1719 Stella this Day is thirty four, On Stephen Duck, the Thresher, and Favourite Poet. A Quibbl The Thresher Duck, could o'er the Q {-}{-}{-}{-}{-}{-} prevail, Oysters Charming oysters I cry: Phillis, Or, the Progress of Love Desponding Phillis was endu'd Stella's Birthday March 13, 1719 Stella this day is thirty-four, Stella's Birthday March 13, 1727 This day, whate'er the Fates decree, The Beasts' Confession To the Priest, on Observing how most Men mistake their own Talents The Place of the Damned All folks who pretend to religion and grace, The Progress of Poetry The Farmer's Goose, who in the Stubble, The Sick Lion and the Ass A lion sunk by time's decay, To Quilca, A Country-House in no very good Repair, where th Let me thy Properties explain, To Stella, Who Collected and Transcribed His Poems As, when a lofty pile is raised, Verses on the Death of Dr. Swift, D.S.P.D. As Rochefoucauld his maxims drew