Jonathan Swift

(30 November 1667 – 19 October 1745 / Dublin)

Jonathan Swift Poems

81. Baucis And Philemon 4/12/2010
82. Death And Daphne 4/12/2010
83. Mutton 4/12/2010
84. Stella’s Birth-Day. 1724-5 4/12/2010
85. Corinna 4/12/2010
86. Cadenus And Vanessa 4/12/2010
87. On A Horn 4/12/2010
88. On A Candle 4/12/2010
89. The Lady's Dressing Room 4/12/2010
90. An Echo 4/12/2010
91. A Riddle 4/12/2010
92. Advice To The Grub Street Verse-Writers 1/1/2004
93. On Stella's Birth-Day, 1719 1/3/2003
94. Stella's Birthday March 13, 1727 1/1/2004
95. The Progress Of Poetry 1/3/2003
96. Phillis, Or, The Progress Of Love 1/3/2003
97. Elegy Upon Tiger 1/3/2003
98. The Place Of The Damned 1/3/2003
99. A Satirical Elegy On The Death Of A Late Famous General 1/3/2003
100. A Description Of The Morning 1/3/2003
101. A Description Of A City Shower 1/3/2003
102. A Maypole 1/3/2003
103. A Beautiful Young Nymph Going To Bed 1/13/2003

Comments about Jonathan Swift

  • Sjana Tait (8/24/2013 2:47:00 AM)

    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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  • Sjana Tait (8/24/2013 2:21:00 AM)

    Not too bad if you've gotten her pregnant eight times...don't worry it's our little secret ;)

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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