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 ...
Daughter of pastoral smells and sightsAnd sultry days and dewy nightsJuly resumes her yearly placeWi her milking maiden faceRuddy and ...
AIR.Daughter of Paeon, queen of every joy,Hygeia; whose indulgent smile sustainsThe various race luxuriant nature pours,And on th' immortal essences ...
"O LEND your wings, ye fav'ring gales, And gently wave the sea;And swell my husband's spreading sails, And waft him home to ...
I landed there on the day of my birth,—The day that the city was swept from the earth;Though thirteen years ...
'It is the voice of years that are gone!they roll before me with all their deeds.'~OSSIANNewstead! fast-falling, once-resplendent dome! Religion's shrine! ...
The man that rooms next door to me: Two weeks ago, this very night, He took possession quietly, As any other lodger might-- But ...
How has New England's romance fled,Even as a vision of the morning!Its rites foredone, its guardians dead,Its priestesses, bereft of ...
I HAVE settled at last, in a sombre nook,In the far-off heart of the Norland hills,There's a dark pine forest ...
The soul of a nation awaking,-High visions of daybreak,-I saw;A people renewed; the forsakingOf sin, and the worship of law.Sing, ...
Welcome, October! let my simple songSoft echoing, steal thy yellow groves along,Where Nature, conscious of her faded charms,Dejected, sinks into ...
We never meet them in our paths,They never cross our ways,God's angels are not now on earth,As in the olden ...
O THOU ! to whom each thought unchanging tends,To thee these lines a wretched captive sends.In vain did love our ...
HAIL! Melancholy! sable queen,With aspect awfully serene;Of silent Solitude the birth,Foe to giddy senseless Mirth;With raven plumes thy brows are ...
What fruits they have, and how heaven smilesUpon those late-discovered isles.Aid me, Bellona, while the dreadful fightBetwixt a nation and ...
Oh say not that no perfume dwells;The wilding flowers among,Say not that in the forest dellsIs heard no voice of ...
Pindaric Ode "Ruin seize thee, ruthless King! Confusion on thy banners wait! Tho' fanned by Conquest's crimson wing, They mock ...
Good Father John O'Hart In penal days rode out To a Shoneen who had free lands And his own snipe ...
Morgan the drover explained, As he drank from his battered quart-pot, Many a slut I have trained; This is the ...
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