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 ...
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 the Implements for Walking the Streets,and Signs of the Weather.Through winter streets to steer your courses aright,How to walk ...
I sing that graceful toy, whose waving play,With gentle gales relieves the sultry day.Not the wide fan by Persian dames ...
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 ...
Now, sporting muse, draw in the flowing reins,Leave the clear streams a while for sunny plains.Should you the various arms ...
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 ...
Lobbin Clout, Cuddy, CloddipoleLobbin Clout.Thy younglings, Cuddy, are but just awake,No thrustles shrill the bramble-bush forsakeNo chirping lark the welkin ...
Bowzybeus.Sublimer strains, O rustic muse, prepare;Forget awhile the barn and dary's care;Thy homely voice to loftier numbers raise,The drunkard's flights ...
Sparabella.The wailings of a maiden I recite,A maiden fair, that Sparabella hight.Such strains ne'er warble in the linnet's throat,Nor the ...
MONDAY, OR, THE SQUABBLELobbin Clout, Cuddy, CloddipoleCUDDYHold, witless Lobbin Clout, I thee advise,Lest blisters sore on thy own tongue arise.Lo ...
A juggler long through all the town Had raised his fortune and renown; You'd think (so far his art transcends) ...
Shock's fate I mourn; poor Shock is now no more, Ye Muses mourn, ye chamber-maids deplore. Unhappy Shock! yet more unhappy fair, Doom'd ...
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