Poems by John Gay
The Shepherd's Week : Thursday; or, The Spell
... " But hold - our Lightfoot barks, and cocks his ears, ...
Acis and Galatea
... Air. Love in her eyes sits playing, ...
An Elegy on a Lap-dog
... Who fawn'd like man, but ne'er like man betray'd ...
The Shepherd's Week : Tuesday; or, the Ditty
... Marbled with sage the hardening cheese she press'd, ...
Trivia; or the Art of Walking the Streets of London: Book I.
... Through winter streets to steer your courses aright, ...
Fable L: The Hare and Many Friends
... She starts, she stops, she pants for breath, ...
The Shepherd's Week : Saturday; or, The Flights
... How the tight lass, knives, combs, and scissars spies, ...
The Beggar's Opera (excerpts)
... - The fly that sips treacle is lost in the sweets, ...
The Shepherd and the Philosopher
... Kites, hawks, and wolves, deserve their fate ...
Sweet William's Farewell to Black-ey'd Susan: A Ballad
... The cord slides swiftly through his glowing hands, ...
A Ballad
... III. The merchant robb'd of pleasure ...
Trivia ; or, the Art of Walking the Streets of London : Book III
... Now with thick crowds the enlighten'd pavement swarms, ...
The Quidnunckis
... They either bite their friends, or stroke them ...
Rural Sports: A Georgic - Canto II.
... Till spent at last, she pants, and heaves for breath ...
The Beggar's Opera
... 7.6The fly that sips treacle is lost in the sweets,7 ...
