 While the first drizzling shower is borne aslope; Such is that sprinkling which some careless quean Flirts on you from her mop, but not so clean: You fly, invoke the gods; then, turning, stop To rail; she singing, still whirls on her mop.  Jonathan Swift: Selections - 391. oldalszerző: Jonathan Swift - 1924 - 448 oldalTeljes nézet - Információ erről a könyvről
 | Adela Pinch - 1996 - 272 oldal
...Prepar'd to Scrub the Entry and the Stairs." Peter Manning cites Swift's "A Description of a City Shower": Brisk Susan whips her Linen from the Rope, While the first drizzling Show'r is born aslope, Such is that Sprinkling which some careless Quean Flirts at you from her Mop,... | |
 | John Sitter - 2001 - 322 oldal
...predicting the weather; rainclouds as a drunkard vomiting, expressed in self-consciously poetic diction: Meanwhile the south, rising with dabbled wings, A sable cloud athwart the welkin flings; That swilled more liquor than it could contain, And like a drunkard gives it up again. (lines 13-16) and... | |
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