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 ...
IThe evening comes, the fields are still.The tinkle of the thirsty rill,Unheard all day, ascends again;Deserted is the half-mown plain,Silent ...
When Scaliger, whole years of labour past,Beheld his lexicon complete at lastAnd weary of his task, with wond'ring eyes,Saw, from ...
Some die too late and some too soon,At early morning, heat of noon,Or the chill evening twilight. Thou,Whom the rich ...
Though oft in Britain's Isle the breathing bustTo fame consign the patriot-hero's dust,And conquerors waked to mimic life againIn imaged ...
A Curious Statue, we are told,Is priz'd above its Weight in Gold;If the fair Form the Hand confessOf Phidias, or ...
HERE in this wrecked storm-wasted garden-closeThe grave of infinite generations fledOf flowers that now lay lustreless and dead,As the gray ...
My lady woke upon a morning fair,What time Apollo's chariot takes the skies,And, fain to fill with arrows from her ...
But in her Temple's last recess inclos'd, On Dulness' lap th' Anointed head repos'd. Him close she curtains round with ...
Ah! the pleasant time hath vanished, ere our wretched doubtingsbanished,All the graceful spirit-people, children of the earth and sea,Whom in ...
A Meditation in the British Museum.I say it to myself—in meekest awe Of Progress, electricity and steam, Of this ...
There lived a wondrous sculptor once, a genius in his way, Named Phidias Praxiteles Canova Merryday. He sat within his ...
Once Phidias stood, with hammer in his hand, Carving Minerva from the breathing stone, Tracing with love the winding of ...
I like a church, I like a cowl, I love a prophet of the soul, And on my heart monastic ...
"As certain also of your own poets have said"-- (Acts 17.28) Cleon the poet (from the sprinkled isles, Lily on ...
Pythagoras planned it. Why did the people stare? His numbers, though they moved or seemed to move In marble or ...
I Swear by what the sages spoke Round the Mareotic Lake That the Witch of Atlas knew, Spoke and set ...
I Many ingenious lovely things are gone That seemed sheer miracle to the multitude, protected from the circle of the ...
1 Ye heavenly spirits, whose ashy cinders lie Under deep ruins, with huge walls opprest, But not your praise, the ...
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