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. 

Jonathan Swift’s other poems:

  1. Sid Hamet’s Rod
  2. Jack Frenchman’s Lamentation
  3. Louisa to Strephon
  4. On Cutting down the Thorn at Market-Hill
  5. The Author upon Himself

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