The Fan : A Poem. Book III. (John Gay Poems)
Thus Mommus spoke. When sage Minerva rose,From her sweet lips smooth elocution flows,Her skilful hand an ivory pallet grac'd,Where shining ...
Thus Mommus spoke. When sage Minerva rose,From her sweet lips smooth elocution flows,Her skilful hand an ivory pallet grac'd,Where shining ...
But oh, I suppose she was ugly; she wasn't elegant;I hadn't yearned for her often in my prayers.Yet holding her ...
This day (the year I dare not tell) Apollo play'd the midwife's part;Into the world Corinna fell, And he endued her with ...
In summer's heat and mid-time of the day,To rest my limbs upon a bed I lay,One window shut, the other ...
In summer's heat and mid-time of the dayTo rest my limbs upon a bed I lay,One window shut, the other ...
In summer's heat and mid-time of the dayTo rest my limbs upon a bed I lay,One window shut, the other ...
Some kind angel, gently flying,Moved with pity at my pain,Tell Corinna I am dyingTill with joy we meet again.Tell Corinna, ...
When to her lute Corinna sings,Her voice revives the leaden strings,And doth in highest notes appearAs any challenged echo clear.But ...
A month ago Lysander pray'dTo Jove, to Cupid, and to Venus,That he might die if he betray'dA single vow that ...
High on a gorgeous seat, that far out-shoneHenley's gilt tub, or Flecknoe's Irish throne,Or that where on her Curlls the ...
NOw liquid Streams by the fierce Gold do grow As solid as the Rocks from whence they flow; Now Tibers ...
THE APPARITION OF HIS, MISTRESS, CALLING HIM TO ELYSIUM DESUNT NONNULLA-- Come then, and like two doves with silvery wings, ...
I have lost, and lately, these Many dainty mistresses:-- Stately Julia, prime of all; Sapho next, a principal: Smooth Anthea, ...
Get up, get up for shame! the blooming morn Upon her wings presents the god unshorn. See how Aurora throws ...
Naked she lay, clasped in my longing arms, I filled with love, and she all over charms; Both equally inspired ...
Much wine had passed, with grave discourse Of who fucks who, and who does worse (Such as you usually do ...
Chloe, In verse by your command I write. Shortly you'll bid me ride astride, and fight: These talents better with ...
Morn in the wake of the morning star Came furrowing all the orient into gold. We rose, and each by ...
Corinna, Pride of Drury-Lane, For whom no Shepherd sighs in vain; Never did Covent Garden boast So bright a batter'd, ...
1 You, once a belle in Shreveport, with henna-colored hair, skin like a peachbud, still have your dresses copied from ...
Tanagra! think not I forget Thy beautifully-storey'd streets; Be sure my memory bathes yet In clear Thermodon, and yet greets ...
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