"His Grace! impossible! what, dead!
Of old age too, and in his bed!
And could that mighty warrior fall,
And so inglorious, after all?
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With of the great things about Swift's writing is its absolute lack of pretension and there isn't a trace of 'poetic' writing in this famous satire. This is the true poetry of the spoken word. Only at the conclusion is Swift tempted to fall a little too much into moralism.
What genius! Where to start: the unforgiving sarcasm, the biting wit, the precious little jewels strewn about, like the brilliant triple alliterative line: " Ye bubbles raised by breath of kings." It calls to mind every kiss-up and toady who ever served a king - or president. No wonder Byron saw himself the true heir of Swift and Pope, and felt noting but disdain for his pansy contemporaries.