The Fan : A Poem. Book III. (John Gay Poems)
Thus Mommus spoke. When sage Minerva rose,From her sweet lips smooth elocution flows,Her skilful hand an ivory pallet grac'd,Where shining ...
Thus Mommus spoke. When sage Minerva rose,From her sweet lips smooth elocution flows,Her skilful hand an ivory pallet grac'd,Where shining ...
Olympus' gates unfold: in heaven's high towersAppear in council all the immortal powers;Great Jove above the rest exalted sate,And in ...
Lobbin Clout, Cuddy, CloddipoleLobbin Clout.Thy younglings, Cuddy, are but just awake,No thrustles shrill the bramble-bush forsakeNo chirping lark the welkin ...
MONDAY, OR, THE SQUABBLELobbin Clout, Cuddy, CloddipoleCUDDYHold, witless Lobbin Clout, I thee advise,Lest blisters sore on thy own tongue arise.Lo ...
I.All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd, The streamers waving in the wind, When black-ey'd Susan came aboard. Oh! where shall I ...
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