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Jonathan Swift (Джонатан Свифт)


A Rebus. By Vanessa


Cut the name of the man [1] who his mistress denied,
And let the first of it be only applied
To join with the prophet[2] who David did chide;
Then say what a horse is that runs very fast;[3]
And that which deserves to be first put the last;
Spell all then, and put them together, to find
The name and the virtues of him I design'd.
Like the patriarch in Egypt, he's versed in the state;
Like the prophet in Jewry, he's free with the great;
Like a racer he flies, to succour with speed,
When his friends want his aid, or desert is in need.

[Footnote 1: Jo-seph.]

[Footnote 2: Nathan.]

[Footnote 3: Swift.]



Jonathan Swift's other poems:
  1. Love
  2. Двенадцать эпиграмм для леди Ачесон. 11Twelve Articles Addressed to Lady Acheson. 11
  3. Двенадцать эпиграмм для леди Ачесон. 8Twelve Articles Addressed to Lady Acheson. 8
  4. Двенадцать эпиграмм для леди Ачесон. 4Twelve Articles Addressed to Lady Acheson. 4
  5. Двенадцать эпиграмм для леди Ачесон. 6Twelve Articles Addressed to Lady Acheson. 6


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