The Shepherd’s Week (excerpt) (John Gay Poems)
MONDAY, OR, THE SQUABBLELobbin Clout, Cuddy, CloddipoleCUDDYHold, witless Lobbin Clout, I thee advise,Lest blisters sore on thy own tongue arise.Lo ...
MONDAY, OR, THE SQUABBLELobbin Clout, Cuddy, CloddipoleCUDDYHold, witless Lobbin Clout, I thee advise,Lest blisters sore on thy own tongue arise.Lo ...
I have a son, a little son, a boy just five years old,With eyes of thoughtful earnestness, and mind of ...
An excellent peasant, Of character pleasant, Once lived in a hut with his wife. He was cheerful and docile, But such an old fossil You ...
This day, whate'er the Fates decree, Shall still be kept with joy by me: This day then let us not be told, That ...
God ne'er any good from thoseWith-holds, who fear Him here below :On them He grace and fame bestows,Nor loss, nor ...
In Scotia's isle much lov'd Dalkeith,How have I wish'd to seeIts ancient spire, each lowly cot,As it was wont to ...
One of a hundred little rills-Born in the hills,Nourished with dews by the earth, and with tears by the sky,Sang-"Who ...
Black fool, why winter here? These frozen skies,Worn by your wings and deafen'd by your cries,Should warn you hence, where ...
O, MANDRAGORA, many sing in praiseOf life, and death, and immortality,--Of passion, that goes famished all her days,--Of Faith, or ...
Now this is the song of a prison-a song of a gaol or jug-A ballad of quod or of chokey, ...
I had a dream, which was not all a dream.The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the starsDid wander darkling in ...
Perhaps no spot upon this sphere, Has charms for me more sacred, dear, Than those of old Poundridge; I love her hills, her ...
Stately thy walls, and holy are the prayers Which day and night before thine altars rise:Not statelier, towering o'er her marble ...
D' ye know the little Wood-Mouse, That pretty little thing, That sits among the forest leaves, Beside the forest spring? Its fur is red ...
WE give thy natal day to hope,O Country of our love and prayer!Thy way is down no fatal slope,But up ...
COME Fates ; I fear you not ! All whom I oweAre paid, but you ; then 'rest me ere ...
I. My food is but spare, And humble my cot, Yet Jesus dwells there And blesses my lot: Though thinly I'm clad, And tempests oft roll, He's ...
A stone stands in a rustic townWhich once the neighbouring hill did crown;Nigh to the house of God it layBefore ...
Now died the Night-breeze on the winding shore,And Folly's babbling voice was heard no more ;Calm was the hour, all ...
Come hither, and behold the fruits,Vain man! of all thy vain pursuits.Take wise advice, and look behind,Bring all past actions ...
Recited at the Century Club, New York: Twelfth Night. 1906Come all ye good Centurions and wise men of the times,You've ...
I.She was an aged woman; and the yearsWhich she had numbered on her toilsome wayHad bowed her natural powers to ...
Leron-leron sinta, umakyat sa papayaDala-dala'y buslo', sisidlan ng bungaIn a dusty village in Cagayan Valley,Ramon and his father were planting ...
Now this is very serious, and should be understoodHere is a moral being that is influenced by food!For everything I ...
The twelve Apostles sought the Master's face,And told Him all that they had said and done :But people thronged Him ...
And dar'st thou then with me compare,Frail fleeting passenger of air!Say, am not I my country's rock,The lion in the ...
The battlefield behind us, And night loomed on the track;The Friends of Fallen Fortunes Were riding at my back.Save those who lay ...
Change is the order of the universe.Worlds wax and wane; suns die and stars are born.Two atoms of cosmic dust ...
BRAVE son of Dalvorig, Dalvorig's son am I;Son am I of the mountain, son am I of the rock.Not like ...
Forgive the muse who, in unhallow'd strains,The saint one moment from his God detains;For sure whate'er you do, where'er you ...
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