The Poems of Jonathan Swift, D.D., Volume 1

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person mu

claim its residenc

as said, He shall

world is but Hea

d rays from its

shapes wild an

t at too far dist

he mimic fo

uncouth postures,

artesian

appearanc

ception t

ng landscape throu

s all inve

rs of a f

pe with upward

walking on

e herds su

mble down i

ways ill-guid

hings above b

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that sink

then, we

nd what, or

or thou, if

nce fled, where haunt