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 ...
In the deserted, moon-blanched street, How lonely rings the echo of my feet! Those windows, which I gaze at, frown, Silent and white, ...
And now, while the dark vast earth shakes and rocksIn this wild dream-like snare of mortal shocks,How look (I muse) ...
I. Ai me! why stood I on the bent When Summer wept o'er dying June! I saw the Fairy Folk ride faint Aneath the ...
WE galloped down the sodden trackClose buttoned 'gainst the wind;I took the lead with whip and spur,And Arnold rode behind.The ...
What liberty so glad and gay, As where the mountain boy,Reckless of regions far away, A prisoner lives in joy?The dreary sounds ...
Make way, make way,You thwarting stones;Room for my play,Serious ones.Do you not fear,O rocks and boulders,To feel my laughterOn your ...
When I shall be divorced, some ten years hence,From this poor present self which I am now;When youth has done ...
WAINAMOINEN FINDS THE LOST-WORD.Wainamoinen, old and truthful,Did not learn the words of magicIn Tuoni's gloomy regions,In the kingdom of Manala.Thereupon ...
When late Protectorship was Canon-Proof,And _Cap-a-pe_ had seiz'd on _Whitehall_-Roof,And next, on _Israelites_ durst look so big,That _Tory-like_, it lov'd ...
Here, down between the dusty trees, At this lank edge of haggard wood,Women with labour-loosened knees, With gaunt ...
O Lord, my God, how longShall my poor heart pant for a boundless joy?How long, O mighty Spirit, shall I ...
From Hugo's 'Feuilles d'Automne'.Have you sometimes, calm, silent, let your tread aspirant riseUp to the mountain's summit, in the presence ...
SPIRIT! who over this our mortal Earth, Where nought hath birth Which imperfection doth not some way dim, Since Earth ...
But see! . . . the body does not sink; It rides upon the tide (A starbeam on the dagger's ...
My dust in ruined Babylon Is blown along the level plain, And songs of mine at dawn have soared Above ...
For A. W. B. SHE sought the Studios, beckoning to her side An arch-designer, for she planned to build. He ...
Oh that those lips had language! Life has pass'd With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips ...
LO! Victress on the peaks! Where thou, with mighty brow, regarding the world, (The world, O Libertad, that vainly conspired ...
Here, down between the dusty trees, At this lank edge of haggard wood, Women with labour-loosened knees, With gaunt backs ...
Part of an entertainment presented to the Countess Dowager of Darby at Harefield, by som Noble persons of her Family, ...
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