Trivia ; or, the Art of Walking the Streets of London : Book II. (John Gay Poems)
Of Walking the Streets by Day.Thus far the Muse has trac'd in useful laysThe proper implements for wintry ways;Has taught ...
Of Walking the Streets by Day.Thus far the Muse has trac'd in useful laysThe proper implements for wintry ways;Has taught ...
A TRAGEDYIN FIVE ACTSDRAMATIS PERSONSOTHO THE GREAT, Emperor of Germany.LUDOLPH, his Son.CONRAD, Duke of Franconia.ALBERT, a Knight, favoured by Otho.SIGIFRED, ...
The long-piled mountain-snows at last dissolve,Bursting the roaring river's brittle bonds.Ponderous the fragments down the cataract shoot,And, buried in the ...
Rude winter's come, the sky's o'ercast, The night is cold and loud the blast, The mingling snow comes driving down, Fast whitening o'er ...
Fair shines the sun, but with a meekened smileRegretful, on the variegated woodsAnd glittering streams, where floats the hazel spray,The ...
Thou who survey'st these walls with curious eye,Pause at this tomb where Hanmer's ashes lie;His various worth through varied life ...
It was clear that poor Richard was out of the running,His mortification he could not disguise.She flirted with Edward, the ...
While thus the gentle Aziel, at the sight Of holiness, to thoughts of Heaven recalled, Stood contrite, watchful,--by far different ...
ON Dinan's walls the morning sunlight plays, Gilds the stern fortress with a crown of rays, Shines on the children's ...
THE holy bell, untouched by human hands, Clanged suddenly, and tolled with solemn knell.Between the massive, blazoned temple-doors,Thrown wide, to ...
How big of breast our Mother Gaea laughedAt sight of her ...
Harun Omar and Master Hafiz keep your dead beautiful ladies. Mine is a little lovelier than any of your ladies ...
Within the courtyard of my homeThere grows a rose-tree fair.The passers-by all envy meThose roses bright and rare!In every rose ...
A FLASH of colour through the trees,A step upon the trembling plank,A white sail flapping in the breeze,And then a ...
Gloomy and dark art thou, O chief of the mighty Omahas; Gloomy and dark as the driving cloud, whose name ...
A buglar boy from barrack (it is over the hill There)-boy bugler, born, he tells me, of Irish Mother to ...
Oh something just now must be happening there! That suddenly and quiveringly here, Amid the city's noises, I must think ...
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