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1.
A writer held in great renown
First Line:
A writer held in great renown
Last Line:
Produces birch as well as bays
Author:
Jonathan Swift (Speculation)
DMI number:
18160
2.
An orator dismal of Nottinghamshire
First Line:
An orator dismal of Nottinghamshire
Last Line:
And be a true whig while I am not in game
Author:
Jonathan Swift (Absolute)
DMI number:
22235
3.
Dear Smed although I'm pressed with cares
First Line:
Dear Smed although I'm pressed with cares
Last Line:
And smoke your pipe and draw your tithes
Author:
Jonathan Swift (Speculation)
DMI number:
11982
4.
Dear Smed although impressed with cares
First Line:
Dear Smed although impressed with cares
Last Line:
And smoke your pipe and draw your tithes
Author:
Jonathan Swift (Speculation)
DMI number:
11529
5.
Dear Smed I read thy brilliant lines
First Line:
Dear Smed I read thy brilliant lines
Last Line:
For then your horns shall be your pride
Author:
Jonathan Swift (Speculation)
DMI number:
15880
6.
I own tis not my bread and butter
First Line:
I own tis not my bread and butter
Last Line:
G-- d-- the whigs and tories too
Author:
Jonathan Swift (Absolute)
DMI number:
13470
7.
I marched three miles through scorching sand
First Line:
I marched three miles through scorching sand
Last Line:
What mortal else could ever go through it
Author:
Jonathan Swift (Speculation)
DMI number:
11314
8.
You've undone Horace what should hinder
First Line:
You've undone Horace what should hinder
Last Line:
Tis ten to one he breaks your neck
Author:
Jonathan Swift (Absolute)
DMI number:
15975