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 ...
It was golden and splendid, That City of light; A vision suspended In deeps of the night; A region of ...
A bending staff I would not break,A feeble faith I would not shake,Nor even rashly pluck awayThe error which some ...
THE RIVAL SUITORSWainamoinen, old and truthful,Long considered, long debated,How to woo and win the daughterOf the hostess of Pohyola,How to ...
I If I were in Japan today, In little Japan today, I'd watch the sampan-rowers ride On Yokohama ...
AN acorn fell from an old oak tree,And lay on the frosty ground"O, what shall the fate of the acorn ...
The lines grow slack in our hands at full high-water;The midnight rears in the sky; and beneath the boatAnother midnight, ...
The light streams through the windows arched high,And o'er the stern, stone carvings breaksIn warm rich gold and crimson waves,Then ...
First thing in the morning, last I hear at night,Get it when I come from school: "My, you look a ...
WHEN the deep cunning architectHad the great minster planned,They worked in faith for twice two hundred yearsAnd reared the building ...
Lord, with what glorie wast thou serv'd of old,When Solomon's temple stood and flourished! Where most things were of ...
See now, I dwell in an house of cedar, but the Ark of God dwelleth within curtains. Stranger! if thou ...
THE two were silent in a sunless church, Whose mildewed walls, uneven paving-stones, And wasted carvings passed antique research; And ...
The groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave, And spread the ...
Eternally the choking steam goes up From the black pools of seething oil. . . . How merry Those little ...
I have gone out, a possessed witch, haunting the black air, braver at night; dreaming evil, I have done my ...
I O THOU, that sit'st upon a throne, With harp of high majestic tone, To praise the King of kings; ...
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