Trivia ; or, the Art of Walking the Streets of London : Book III (John Gay Poems)
Of Walking the Streets by Night.O Trivia, goddess, leave these low abodes,And traverse o'er the wide ethereal roads,Celestial queen, put ...
Of Walking the Streets by Night.O Trivia, goddess, leave these low abodes,And traverse o'er the wide ethereal roads,Celestial queen, put ...
DEDICATED TO THE STAY-AT-HOME RANGERSNow, while our soldiers are fighting our battles,Each at his post to do all that he ...
Here dwells the good old farmer, Israel, In his ancestral home—a Puritan Who reads his Bible daily, loves his God, And lives serenely ...
How has New England's romance fled,Even as a vision of the morning!Its rites foredone, its guardians dead,Its priestesses, bereft of ...
If now the sun extends his cheering beam,And all the landscape casts a golden gleamClear is the sky, and calm ...
The River of Heaven wheels round at nightDrifting the circling stars,At Silver Bank*, the floating cloudsMimic the murmur of water.By ...
Only an anguished melody still flowsFrom earth where hazes cast a veiling net . . .In every nook the faded ...
Every Sunday there's a throngOf pretty girls, who trot alongIn a pious, breathless state(They are nearly always late)To the Chapel, ...
And so to-day--they lay him away-- the boy nobody knows the name of-- the buck private--the unknown soldier-- the doughboy ...
Father calls me William, sister calls me Will,Mother calls me Willie, but the fellers call me Bill!Mighty glad I ain't ...
Half a dozen childrenAt our house!Half a dozen childrenQuiet as a mouse,Quiet as a moonbeam,You could hear a pin—Waiting for ...
Joy to Philip, he this dayHas his long coats cast away,And (the childish season gone)Puts the manly breeches on.Officer on ...
My heart is what it was before A house where people come and go, But it is winter with your ...
I Hoops Blue and pink sashes, Criss-cross shoes, Minna and Stella run out into the garden To play at hoop. ...
The schools marched in procession in happiness and pride, The city bands before them, the soldiers marched beside; Oh, starched ...
I go to concert, party, ball -- What profit is in these? I sit alone against the wall And strive ...
A friend sends her perfumed carriage And high-bred horses to fetch me. I decline the invitation of My old poetry ...
AGAINST THE GRAIN "Oxford be silent, I this truth must write Leeds hath for rarities undone thee quite." - William ...
Zut! it's two o'clock. See! the lights are jumping. Finish up your bock, Time we all were humping. Waiters stack ...
The first ones were attached to my dress at the waist, one on either side, right at the point where ...
My heart is what it was before, A house where people come and go; But it is winter with your ...
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