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 ...
There's havoc on the staircase where the guests come streaming,Shirt-fronts shining and tiaras gleaming,Frail folk shuddering and stout folk steaming ...
Under the pines, near the murmuring brook,I know the wild orchids grow,Fair and pure in their shady nook,A page in ...
Why have you made life so intolerableAnd set me between four walls, where I am ableNot to escape meals without ...
All on a windy morn in lusty March,Rode Godwin hawking thro' his father's woodsAnd singing as he rode: stalwart was ...
As the battle din recededOver the hills and far away,Tyorkin, lonely and unheeded,In the snow abandoned lay.Blood and snow to ...
O, ye Athenians, drunken with self-praise, What dreams I had of you, beside the sea, In far ...
"The August sun had still two hours of sky When the white flag a-flutter from the house Signalled him in ...
I HAVE heard that swiftly the son of Weohstanat wish and word of his wounded king, —war-sick warrior, — woven ...
TO HERMES. I.Hear, white-winged Messenger! If thy swift feetLoiter within Heaven's starry walls, where meetThe Gods, their nectar daintily to ...
Home's best (she said), and the taleOf the hungering soil and the flail Of the sun and the shuddering threat ...
Gold days give way to sudden rain, But what, I ask, of that?For I am my own man again, And ...
God of our Father, who by land and sea has everLed us on to victory, please continue your inspiringGuidance in ...
Through vaults of pain, Enribbed and wrought with groins of ghastliness, I passed, and garish spectres moved my brain To ...
I leant upon a coppice gate When Frost was spectre-gray, And Winter's dregs made desolate The weakening eye of day. ...
Repeatedly, that sturdy stump in me bears up like stone, beneath some ritual I see: the blinding axe swings up, ...
Long lines of cliff breaking have left a chasm; And in the chasm are foam and yellow sands; Beyond, red ...
The common rain had come again Slanting and colorless, pale and anonymous, Fainting falling in the first evening Of the ...
High on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth or Ormus and of Ind, Or where the ...
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