Gieb ihr ein Schweigen (c)
Jonathan Swift (1667-1745)
I ’ve often wish’d that I had clear,
For life, six hundred pounds a year;
A handsome house to lodge a friend;
A river at my garden’s end;
A terrace walk, and half a rood
Of land set out to plant a wood.
(from Imitation of Horace. Book ii. Sat. 6)
I ’ve often wish’d that I had clear,
For life, six hundred pounds a year;
A handsome house to lodge a friend;
A river at my garden’s end;
A terrace walk, and half a rood
Of land set out to plant a wood.
(from Imitation of Horace. Book ii. Sat. 6)