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 ...
John Gay Poems on Cry (12 Poems)
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
The Fan : A Poem. Book II. (John Gay Poems)
Olympus' gates unfold: in heaven's high towersAppear in council all the immortal powers;Great Jove above the rest exalted sate,And in ...
The Shepherd’s Week : Friday; or, The Dirge (John Gay Poems)
Bumkinet, GrubbinolBumkinet.Why, Grubbinol, dost thou so wistful seem?There's sorrow in thy look, if right I deem.'Tis true, yon oaks with ...
The Shepherd’s Week : Thursday; or, The Spell (John Gay Poems)
Hobnelia.Hobnelia, seated in a dreary vale,In pensive mood rehears'd her piteous tale,Her piteous tale the wind in sighs bemoan,And pining ...
Fable L: The Hare and Many Friends (John Gay Poems)
Friendship, like love, is but a name, Unless to one you stint the flame. The child, whom many fathers share, Hath seldom known ...
Fable XLII. The Juggler (John Gay Poems)
A juggler long through all the town Had raised his fortune and renown; You'd think (so far his art transcends) ...
Sweet William’s Farewell to Black-ey’d Susan: A Ballad (John Gay Poems)
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 ...
The Quidnunckis (John Gay Poems)
How vain are mortal man's endeavours? (Said, at dame Elleot's, master Travers) Good Orleans dead! in truth 'tis hard: Oh! may all statesmen ...
Ode to Adversity (John Gay Poems)
Daughter of Heav'n, relentless pow'r,Thou tamer of the human breast,Whose iron scourge, and tort'ring hour,The bad affright, afflict the best!Bound ...