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 SKY of wind! And while these fitful gustsAre beating round the windows in the cold,With sullen sobs of rain, ...
Turn the light down, nurse, and leave me, while I hold my last review,For the Bush is slipping from me, ...
NOW the earth in fields and hillsStirs with pulses of the Spring,Next-embowering hedges ringWith interminable trills;Sunlight runs a race with ...
It was the middle of the drought; the ground was hot and bare,You might search for grass with a microscope, ...
Down, you mongrel, Death!Back into your kennel!I have stolen breathIn a stalk of fennel!You shall scratch and you shall whineMany ...
The moon is bright, and the winds are laid, and the river is roaring by; Orion swings, with his belted ...
I have heard the roar and clamor through the city's crowded waysOf the never-ending pageant moving down the busy days--Coaches, ...
Now, shut your mouths, you loafers all, You vex me with your twaddle,You own a nag or big ...
Where is this glum Victorian -- This man of mien forlorn --Fit but for some historian To heap with ...
Six o'clock. From the railway yard The engine toots; careering hard, A milk-cart rattles by and stops; ...
When the drays are bogged and sinking, then it's no use sitting thinking, You must put the teams together and ...
By White Horse Tavern, White Horse Road In olden days wound down;And many a waggon bore its loadAnd many ...
Look at 'em! Toffs with their big cigars,Drivin' along in their motor cars.Nothin' at all like the olden daysWhen the ...
AGAINST THE GRAIN "Oxford be silent, I this truth must write Leeds hath for rarities undone thee quite." - William ...
MOORING POSTS 1 The mooring posts marked on the South Leeds map Of 1908 still line the Aire's side, huge, ...
Down, you mongrel, Death! Back into your kennel! I have stolen breath In a stalk of fennel! You shall scratch ...
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