Jonathan Swift

(30 November 1667 – 19 October 1745 / Dublin)

Jonathan Swift Poems

1. A Gentle Echo on Woman 10/19/2015
2. Epitaph In Berkeley Church-Yard, Gloucestershire 4/12/2010
3. Mr. William Crowe’s Address To Her Majesty, Turned Into Metre 4/12/2010
4. On Cutting Down The Thorn At Market-Hill 4/12/2010
5. Lines Written Extempore On Mr. Harley’s Being Stabbed, And Addressed To His Physician, 1710-11 4/12/2010
6. On A Circle 4/12/2010
7. Louisa To Strephon 4/12/2010
8. A Pastoral Dialogue 4/12/2010
9. The Fable Of Midas 4/12/2010
10. On A Very Old Glass At Market-Hill 4/12/2010
11. Stella At Wood Park, A House Of Charles Ford, Esq., Near Dublin 4/12/2010
12. Lady Acheson Weary Of The Dean 4/12/2010
13. Peace And Dunkirk 4/12/2010
14. Robin And Harry 4/12/2010
15. Riddles By Dr. Swift And His Friends 4/12/2010
16. On A Pair Of Dice 4/12/2010
17. On An Ill-Managed House 4/12/2010
18. The Grand Question Debated: Whether Hamilton’s Bawn Should Be Turned Into A Barrack Or Malt-House 4/12/2010
19. Parody On The Recorder’s Speech To His Grace The Duke Of Ormond, 4th July, 1711 4/12/2010
20. On A Cannon 4/12/2010
21. Horace, Epist. I, Vii Imitation Of Horace To Lord Oxford 4/12/2010
22. The Author Upon Himself 4/12/2010
23. On A Shadow In A Glass 4/12/2010
24. On Stephen Duck, The Thresher, And Favourite Poet. A Quibbl 4/12/2010
25. Jack Frenchman’s Lamentation 4/12/2010
26. The Dean’s Reasons For Not Building At Drapier’s-Hill 4/12/2010
27. Stella’s Birth-Day: A Great Bottle Of Wine, Long Buried, Being That Day Dug Up. 1722-3 4/12/2010
28. On Gold 4/12/2010
29. On A Pen 4/12/2010
30. To Stella, Written On The Day Of Her Birth. March 13, 1723-4, But Not On The Subject, When I Was Sick In Bed 4/12/2010
31. On The World 4/12/2010
32. Mrs Frances Haris's Petition 4/12/2010
33. The Garden Plot 4/12/2010
34. The Dean’s Answer 4/12/2010
35. Toland’s Invitation To Dismal To Dine With The Calve’s Head Club 4/12/2010
36. On Himself 4/12/2010
37. Stella's Birthday, March 13, 1726 4/12/2010
38. On Time 4/12/2010
39. Sid Hamet’s Rod 4/12/2010
40. The Beasts' Confession 4/12/2010

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    That's why u got her pregnant 6 times...dnt worry its our little secret ;) Gz up & so is ur son

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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 ...

Read the full of A Beautiful Young Nymph Going To Bed

A Pastoral Dialogue


A Nymph and swain, Sheelah and Dermot hight;
Who wont to weed the court of Gosford knight;
While each with stubbed knife removed the roots,
That raised between the stones their daily shoots;
As at their work they sate in counterview,
With mutual beauty smit, their passion grew.
Sing, heavenly Muse, in sweetly flowing strain,

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