Jonathan Swift

(30 November 1667 – 19 October 1745 / Dublin)

Jonathan Swift Poems

1. A Beautiful Young Nymph Going To Bed 1/13/2003
2. A Description Of A City Shower 1/3/2003
3. A Description Of The Morning 1/3/2003
4. A Gentle Echo on Woman 10/19/2015
5. A Maypole 1/3/2003
6. A New Year’s Gift For Bec 4/12/2010
7. A Panegyric Of The Dean In The Person Of A Lady In The North 4/12/2010
8. A Pastoral Dialogue 4/12/2010
9. A Receipt To Restore Stella’s Youth. 1724-5 4/12/2010
10. A Riddle 4/12/2010
11. A Satirical Elegy On The Death Of A Late Famous General 1/3/2003
12. Advice To The Grub Street Verse-Writers 1/1/2004
13. An Echo 4/12/2010
14. An Excellent New Song Being The Intended Speech Of A Famous Orator Against Peace 4/12/2010
15. Answered Extempore By Dr. Swift 4/12/2010
16. Atlas; Or The Minister Of State 4/12/2010
17. Ballad 4/12/2010
18. Baucis And Philemon 4/12/2010
19. Bec’s Birth-Day Nov. 8, 1726 4/12/2010
20. Cadenus And Vanessa 4/12/2010
21. Corinna 4/12/2010
22. Daphne 4/12/2010
23. Dean Swift At Sir Arthur Acheson’s In The North Of Ireland 4/12/2010
24. Death And Daphne 4/12/2010
25. Dingley And Brent 4/12/2010
26. Elegy On Partridge 4/12/2010
27. Elegy Upon Tiger 1/3/2003
28. Epitaph In Berkeley Church-Yard, Gloucestershire 4/12/2010
29. Fontinella To Florinda 4/12/2010
30. Horace, Epist. I, Vii Imitation Of Horace To Lord Oxford 4/12/2010
31. Jack Frenchman’s Lamentation 4/12/2010
32. Lady Acheson Weary Of The Dean 4/12/2010
33. Lines Written Extempore On Mr. Harley’s Being Stabbed, And Addressed To His Physician, 1710-11 4/12/2010
34. Louisa To Strephon 4/12/2010
35. Market Women’s Cries 4/12/2010
36. Mr. William Crowe’s Address To Her Majesty, Turned Into Metre 4/12/2010
37. Mrs Frances Haris's Petition 4/12/2010
38. Mutton 4/12/2010
39. My Lady’s Lamantation And Complaint Against The Dean 4/12/2010
40. On A Candle 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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