Jonathan Swift (Джонатан Свифт)

Verses on Blenheim

SEE, here ’s the grand approach,
That way is for his grace’s coach;
There lies the bridge, and there the clock,
Observe the lion and the cock;
The spacious court, the colonnade,
And mind how wide the hall is made;
The chimneys are so well designed,
They never smoke in any wind:
The galleries contrived for walking,
The windows to retire and talk in;
The council-chamber to debate,
And all the rest are rooms of state.
“Thanks, sir,” cried I, “’t is very fine,
But where d’ ye sleep, or where d’ ye dine?
I find, by all you have been telling,
That ’t is a house, but not a dwelling.”

1. Dean Swift at Sir Arthur Acheson’s, in the North of Ireland
2. Drapier’s Hill
3. At Holyhead
4. Mrs Frances Haris's Petition
5. Sid Hamet’s Rod

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