The Fan : A Poem. Book II. (John Gay Poems)
Olympus' gates unfold: in heaven's high towersAppear in council all the immortal powers;Great Jove above the rest exalted sate,And in ...
Olympus' gates unfold: in heaven's high towersAppear in council all the immortal powers;Great Jove above the rest exalted sate,And in ...
Thou who wert born of Psyche and of LoveAnd fondly nurst on Poesy's warm breast Painting, oh, power adored! My country's sons ...
SPEAK, ye stones, I entreat! Oh speak, ye palaces lofty!Utter a word, oh ye streets! Wilt thou not, Genius, awake?All ...
Well; 'tis as Bickerstaff has guess'd, Though we all took it for a jest: Partridge is dead; nay more, he died Ere he ...
DAUGHTER Of Crete, how one brief hour,E'en in thy young love's early morn,Sends storm and darkness o'er thy bower, -O ...
The moist and quiet morn was scarcely breaking.When Ariadne in her bower was waking;Her eyelids still were closing, and she ...
On the holy mount of Ida,Where the pine and cypress grow,Sate a young and lovely woman,Weeping ever, weeping low.Drearily throughout ...
There is a land where all is pure,And this land is calledThe land of death.Here nothing is pure.All things suffer ...
Friend of my heart, here in my close green bower I wait thy coming: slender clematis And the rank wild--vine, with late ...
They told me thou wert fallen to decay, Old Venice, and hadst lost thine ancient pride ; But as upon thy silent ...
The moist and quiet morn was scarcely breaking,When Ariadne in her bower was waking;Her eyelids still were closing, and she ...
Lord Rameses of Egypt sighedBecause a summer evening passed;And little Ariadne criedThat summer fancy fell at lastTo dust; and young ...
Yet to the wondrous St. Peter's, and yet to the solemn Rotunda, Mingling with heroes and gods, yet to the ...
Tell me no more, no moreOf my soul's lofty gifts! Are they not vainTo quench its haunting thirst for happiness?Have ...
Fair Celia! when I prais'd your Charms,Your lovely Face and circling Arms;Your sparkling Eyes so full of Fire,That kindle at ...
I am the gift of tongues that flameInspired resolve above:I wither the weeds of paltry aimThat choke the growth of ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
And the trees about me, Let them be dry and leafless; let the rocks Groan with continual surges; and behind ...
...Preamble A rough draft for an ars poetica . . . . . . . Let's get our dreams unstuck ...
To exalt, enthrone, establish and defend, To welcome home mankind's mysterious friend Wine, true begetter of all arts that be; ...
This English Thames is holier far than Rome, Those harebells like a sudden flush of sea Breaking across the woodland, ...
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