Jonathan Swift (Джонатан Свифт)

On the Vowels

We are little airy creatures,
All of different voice and features;
One of us in glass is set,
One of us you'll find in jet.
T'other you may see in tin,
And the fourth a box within.
If the fifth you should pursue,
It can never fly from you. 

1. A Rebus. By Vanessa
2. At Holyhead
3. Dean Swift at Sir Arthur Acheson’s, in the North of Ireland
4. Verses on Blenheim
5. Drapier’s Hill

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