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 ...
The feathery foliage has broadened its leaves, And June, with its beautiful mornings and eves, Its magical atmosphere, breezes and blooms, Its woods ...
O Mother State! the winds of MarchBlew chill o'er Auburn's Field of God,Where, slow, beneath a leaden archOf sky, thy ...
Beyond the fix'd and settl'd RulesOf Vice and Virtue in the Schools,Beyond the Letter of the Law,Which keeps our Men ...
Weak-Winged is Song,Nor aims at that clear-ethered heightWhither the brave deed climbs for lightWe seem to do them wrong,Bringing our ...
Like a cold fatal sweat which ushers deathMy thoughts hang on me, & my lab'ring breathStopt up with sighs, my ...
My books I'd fain cast off, I cannot read, 'Twixt every page my thoughts go stray at largeDown in the meadow, ...
Preserved By PlutarchON THE SITUATION OF THE BLEST.While sable night o'er mortal' headsHer gloomy mantle silent spreads,On them with undiminish'd ...
Bring cypress, rosemary and rueFor him who kept his rudder true;Who held to right the people's will,And for whose foes ...
I wonder if the spell, the mystery,That like a haze about your silence clings,Moulding your void until we seem to ...
Adressed To Mrs. S.C. ChoateA Persian lady we're informed—This happened long, long years beforeThe Christian era ever dawned,A thousand years, ...
OUT of the cloud that dimmed his sunset light,Into the unknown firmament withdrawnBeyond the mists and shadows of the night,We ...
There by the window in the old housePerched on the bluff, overlooking miles of valley,My days of labor closed, sitting ...
I. Reference to a Passage in Plutarch's Life of Sulla The people buying and selling, consuming pleasures, talking in the ...
Dim, as the borrow'd beams of moon and stars To lonely, weary, wand'ring travellers, Is reason to the soul; and ...
My books I'd fain cast off, I cannot read, 'Twixt every page my thoughts go stray at large Down in ...
There by the window in the old house Perched on the bluff, overlooking miles of valley, My days of labor ...
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