Trivia; or the Art of Walking the Streets of London: Book I. (John Gay Poems)
Of the Implements for Walking the Streets,and Signs of the Weather.Through winter streets to steer your courses aright,How to walk ...
Of the Implements for Walking the Streets,and Signs of the Weather.Through winter streets to steer your courses aright,How to walk ...
While wind and rain drive through the half-stripped trees,Fanners and flails go merrily in the barn.Each brook and river sweeps ...
Now, sporting muse, draw in the flowing reins,Leave the clear streams a while for sunny plains.Should you the various arms ...
The Forest above and the Combe below,On a bright September morn!He's the soul of a clod who thanks not GodThat ...
Let school-masters puzzle their brain,With grammar, and nonsense, and learning;Good liquor, I stoutly maintain,Gives 'genus' a better discerning.Let them brag ...
No life worth naming ever comes to goodIf always nourished on the selfsame food;The creeping mite may live so if ...
I love to see the old heath's withered brakeMingle its crimpled leaves with furze and ling,While the old heron from ...
Thought I was freeof passion, so this melancholycomes as surprise:a woodcock shoots up from the marshwhere autumn's twilight falls.(Saigyo)
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 ...
The Butterfly's Ball and the Grasshopper's Feasts Excited the spleen of the Birds and the Beasts: For their mirth ...
Tonight, grave sir, both my poor house and I Do equally desire your company: Not that we think us ...
Let them bury your big eyesIn the secret earth securely,Your thin fingers, and your fair,Soft, indefinite-colored hair,—All of these in ...
Storm and wave their tumult cease.See, the heav'nly galaxies,Fainter, even dimmerIs their golden glimmerAs the morningSoftly dawningOf the sun's wan ...
A place of dryad and hamadryad, there are eyes here by the million. Many divert to watch me. Threatened, they ...
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...
I. The morn when first it thunders in March, The eel in the pond gives a leap, they say: As ...
NOW westlin winds and slaught'ring guns Bring Autumn's pleasant weather; The moorcock springs on whirring wings Amang the blooming heather: ...
At five this morn, when Phoebus raised his head From Thetis' lap, I raised myself from bed, And mounting steed, ...
Let Elizur rejoice with the Partridge, who is a prisoner of state and is proud of his keepers. Let Shedeur ...
Let them bury your big eyes In the secret earth securely, Your thin fingers, and your fair, Soft, indefinite-colored hair,- ...
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