Jonathan Swift

(30 November 1667 – 19 October 1745 / Dublin)

Jonathan Swift Poems

41. On A Circle 4/12/2010
42. On A Corkscrew 4/12/2010
43. On A Horn 4/12/2010
44. On A Pair Of Dice 4/12/2010
45. On A Pen 4/12/2010
46. On A Shadow In A Glass 4/12/2010
47. On A Very Old Glass At Market-Hill 4/12/2010
48. On An Ill-Managed House 4/12/2010
49. On Cutting Down The Thorn At Market-Hill 4/12/2010
50. On Gold 4/12/2010
51. On Himself 4/12/2010
52. On Ink 4/12/2010
53. On Snow 4/12/2010
54. On Stella's Birth-Day, 1719 1/3/2003
55. On Stephen Duck, The Thresher, And Favourite Poet. A Quibbl 4/12/2010
56. On The Five Senses 4/12/2010
57. On The Gallows 4/12/2010
58. On The Moon 4/12/2010
59. On The Posteriors 4/12/2010
60. On The Vowels 4/12/2010
61. On The World 4/12/2010
62. On Time 4/12/2010
63. Oysters 4/12/2010
64. Parody On The Recorder’s Speech To His Grace The Duke Of Ormond, 4th July, 1711 4/12/2010
65. Peace And Dunkirk 4/12/2010
66. Phillis, Or, The Progress Of Love 1/3/2003
67. Riddles By Dr. Swift And His Friends 4/12/2010
68. Robin And Harry 4/12/2010
69. Sid Hamet’s Rod 4/12/2010
70. Stella At Wood Park, A House Of Charles Ford, Esq., Near Dublin 4/12/2010
71. Stella’s Birth-Day. 1724-5 4/12/2010
72. Stella’s Birth-Day.1719-20 4/12/2010
73. Stella’s Birth-Day: A Great Bottle Of Wine, Long Buried, Being That Day Dug Up. 1722-3 4/12/2010
74. Stella's Birthday March 13, 1727 1/1/2004
75. Stella's Birthday, March 13, 1726 4/12/2010
76. The Author Upon Himself 4/12/2010
77. The Beasts' Confession 4/12/2010
78. The Dean’s Answer 4/12/2010
79. The Dean’s Reasons For Not Building At Drapier’s-Hill 4/12/2010
80. The Fable Of Midas 4/12/2010
Best Poem of Jonathan Swift

A Beautiful Young Nymph Going To Bed

Corinna, Pride of Drury-Lane,
For whom no Shepherd sighs in vain;
Never did Covent Garden boast
So bright a batter'd, strolling Toast;
No drunken Rake to pick her up,
No Cellar where on Tick to sup;
Returning at the Midnight Hour;
Four Stories climbing to her Bow'r;
Then, seated on a three-legg'd Chair,
Takes off her artificial Hair:
Now, picking out a Crystal Eye,
She wipes it clean, and lays it by.
Her Eye-Brows from a Mouse's Hide,
Stuck on with Art on either Side,
Pulls off with Care, and first displays 'em,
Then in a Play-Book smoothly ...

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The Progress Of Poetry

The Farmer's Goose, who in the Stubble,
Has fed without Restraint, or Trouble;
Grown fat with Corn and Sitting still,
Can scarce get o'er the Barn-Door Sill:
And hardly waddles forth, to cool
Her Belly in the neighb'ring Pool:
Nor loudly cackles at the Door;
For Cackling shews the Goose is poor.

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