The Shepherd’s Week : Friday; or, The Dirge (John Gay Poems)
Bumkinet, GrubbinolBumkinet.Why, Grubbinol, dost thou so wistful seem?There's sorrow in thy look, if right I deem.'Tis true, yon oaks with ...
Bumkinet, GrubbinolBumkinet.Why, Grubbinol, dost thou so wistful seem?There's sorrow in thy look, if right I deem.'Tis true, yon oaks with ...
Day.In the barn the tenant cock,Close to Partlet perch'd on high,Briskly crows, (the shepherd's clock!)Jocund that morning's nigh.Swiftly, from the ...
Now that summer's ripen'd bloomFrolics where the winter frown'd,Stretch'd upon these banks of broom,We command the landscape round.Nature in the ...
Air.Love in her eyes sits playing,And sheds delicious death;Love on her lips is straying,And warbling in her breath;Love on her ...
COME , then, explore with me each winding glen,Far from the noisy haunts of busy men;Let us with stedfast eye ...
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