Rural Sports: A Georgic – Canto I. (John Gay Poems)
You, who the sweets of rural life have known,Despise the ungrateful hurry of the town;In Windsor groves your easy hours ...
You, who the sweets of rural life have known,Despise the ungrateful hurry of the town;In Windsor groves your easy hours ...
Upon the Death of those two Honourable Gentlemen, Sir JOHN BURROWES, late Lieutenant of the English Infantrie in the Ile ...
To you, dear Youth, whom all the Muses own,And great Apollo speaks his darling Son,To you the Muse directs her ...
Suggested by a Dream.TRANSPORT me, Fancy, to those milder skies,Where "the whole year in gay confusion lies,"Where rich cascades in ...
Fond Man, that suck'st the pleasing poyson in(which from the Syrens vnsuspected tongueIs kindly offer'd to thine eare) whereinare all ...
1 When bashfull daylight now was gone2 And night, that hides a blush, came on.3 Sixe Pretty Nymphes to wash ...
Hence away, thou Syren, leave me!Pish! unclaspe these wanton armes;Sugred words can ne'er deceive me,(Though thou prove a thousand charmes).Fie, ...
THE PRELIBATION To the SACRIFICE.ARGUMENT. Spes alit occiduas qui Sublunaribus haeret; Rivales JESUS non in Amore sinit. Quid mihi non ...
The Restauration.ARGUMENT. Laetior una Dies, JESU, tua Sacra Canenti; Qu?m sine Te, melicis Secula mille Lyris. Ut paveam Scelus omne, ...
Sweet rural scene Of flocks and green! At careless ease my limbs are spread; All nature still, But yonder rill; ...
Svch time as Tytan with his fiery beames In highest degree, made duskish Leo sweat Field-tilling Swains driue home their ...
O Dwellers at the back of the North Wind,What have we done to you? How have we sinnedWandering the Earth ...
April is past, then do not shed, Nor do not waste in vain, ...
Shall Sadnesse perswade me never to sing But leave unto Syrens that excellent thing, No that may not be, ...
Before the urchin well could go,She stole the whiteness of the snow;And, more that whiteness to adorn,She stole the blushes ...
Oft haue I heard hony-tong'd Ladies speake, Striuing their amorous courtiers to inchant,And from their nectar lips such sweet words ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
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