The Universe (Henry Baker Poems)
A POEM. Intended to restrain the Pride of Man.Thy Works, Eternal Power by whom she sings!The Muse attempts, and tunes ...
A POEM. Intended to restrain the Pride of Man.Thy Works, Eternal Power by whom she sings!The Muse attempts, and tunes ...
Philosophy.Happy the Man, who, studying Nature's Laws,Thro' known Effects can trace the secret Cause:Who, without Fear, his certain Fate can ...
God.See Chance. Providence.Know first, that Heav'n, and Earth's compacted Frame,And flowing Waters, and the starry Flame,And both the radiant Lights ...
Storm at Land.See Tempest.Oft have I seen, when now the Farmer broughtThe Reaper to his yellow Fields, and boundHis Sheaves ...
Money. Riches. Wealth.Gold is the greatest God: tho' yet we seeNo Temples rais'd to Money's Majesty,No Altars fuming to her ...
Mercury.--Preparing to obeyHis mighty Father's Will, first to his FeetHe binds the golden Sandals, which on WingsBear him aloft, as ...
Content.See Discontent.Let the rich Miser gather golden Gain,And live the large Possessor of the Plain:Whom Fears perpetual scare with neighb'ring ...
Policy of State.To strictest Justice many Ills belong,And Honesty is often in the Wrong:Chiefly when stubborn Rules her Zealots push,To ...
Avarice.See Miser. Money.Hence almost ev'ry Crime, nor do we find,That any Passion of the human Mind,So oft has plung'd the ...
Amazement.See Alarm.To Him the Wind with doubtful Terror waftsThe mingled Noise: hoarse Murmurs of Distress,And Clamours from the City pierce ...
Absence.Neglected, now, behold my Tresses flow:Nor sparkling Diamonds on my Fingers glow.All plain, and cheap, the humble Weeds I wear:No ...
'Twas said, by those of old, Beware,Consider well before you swear.The Counsel's good without dispute,And ev'ry prudent Man will do't.But, ...
My God! whence comes it, that the human Soul,Unsatisfy'd with all Things here below,From Wish to Wish must discontented roll,Nor ...
On the Bank of a River so deep,Whose Waters glide silently on,Sad Rosalind sat down to weep,For Damon her Lover ...
I.To Thee, Miranda! fair and young,To Thee, bright Object of Desire!Still the Muses form their Song,Raise their Voice, and tune ...
I.Thyrsis. Simple Damon! tell me whyDost thou not reveal thy anguish,But in Silence pine and languish?To thy self an Enemy.If she ...
What is this Love? This Source of Human--Woe?This being mad, and chusing to be so?This Gall of Life? This Fever ...
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