John Gay (1685–1732)

Tous les poèmes de John Gay sur Kalliope, classés par ordre alphabétique du premier vers. La liste peut servir à trouver un poème lorsque le titre est inconnu.

A

Accept, young Prince, the moral lay

A fox, in life’s extreme decay

Against an elm a sheep was tied

A gard’ner, of peculiar taste

A juggler long through all the town

A lion, tired with state affairs

All in the Downs the fleet was moor’d

All upstarts insolent in place

A Monkey, to reform the times

An owl of grave deport and mien

A pin, who long had served a beauty

A rake, by every passion ruled

As a young stag the thicket pass’d

As Cupid in Cythera’s grove

As Jupiter’s all-seeing eye

A sneaking cur, the master’s spy

A spaniel, bred with all the care

A wolf, with hunger fierce and bold

B

Begin, my lord, in early youth

C

Consider man in every sphere

Conversing with your sprightly boys

D

Death, on a solemn night of state

E

Ere I begin, I must premise

F

Friendship, like love, is but a name

G

Give me a son! The blessing sent

H

Hail, happy land, whose fertile grounds

Have you a friend (look round and spy)

How fond are men of rule and place

How many saucy airs we meet

I

I grant corruption sways mankind

I hate the man who builds his name

I know you lawyers can with ease

Impertinence at first is borne

In beauty faults conspicuous grow

In other men we faults can spy

Is there a bard whom genius fires

Is there no hope? the sick man said

L

Laura, methinks you’re over nice

Lest men suspect your tale untrue

O

Of all the burdens man must bear

P

Pythag’ras rose at early dawn

R

Remote from cities lived a swain

Restrain your child; you’ll soon believe

S

Seek you to train your fav’rite boy?

Soon as your father’s death was known

T

That man must daily wiser grow

The husband thus reproved his wife

The lad of all-sufficient merit

The learned, full of inward pride

The man of pure and simple heart

The man to Jove his suit preferred

The man who, with undaunted toils

The ranging dog the stubble tries

The rats by night such mischief did

The sage, awaked at early day

The wind was high, the window shakes

Those who in quarrels interpose

Though Courts the practice disallow

Tis certain, that the modish passions

Twas when the seas were roaring

Two formal owls together sat

U

Upon a time a neighing steed

W

We frequently misplace esteem

What whispers must the beauty bear!

Whene’er a courtier’s out of place

Whether on earth, in air, or main

Who friendship with a knave hath made

Why are those tears? why droops your head?

Y

You tell me, that you apprehend