Page:The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift, Volume 17.djvu/464

458 Groan and shake: Armies quake; Lest his spurn Overturn Man and steed: Troops take heed! Left and right, Speed your flight! Lest a host Beneath his foot be lost! Turn'd aside From his hide Safe from wound, Darts rebound. From his nose Clouds he blows; When he speaks, Thunder breaks! When he eats, Famine threats! When he drinks, Neptune shrinks! Nigh thy ear, In mid air, On thy hand Let me stand; So shall I, Lofty poet! touch the sky. A G-