Medulla Poetarum Romanorum – VOL. I. (Bees – Boy) (Henry Baker Poems)
Bees.See Labour.Of all the mute Creation, These aloneA public Weal, and common Int'rest know,Imbody'd: and subsist by certain Laws.Mindful of ...
Bees.See Labour.Of all the mute Creation, These aloneA public Weal, and common Int'rest know,Imbody'd: and subsist by certain Laws.Mindful of ...
I.O'er the bare woods, whose outstretched handsPlead with the leaden heavens in vain,I see, beyond the valley lands,The sea's long ...
Once more, my Muse,-we must an Altar raise,-May it prove Lasting, as Maria's Praise;And, the Song ended, be the Swan's ...
My God! whence comes it, that the human Soul,Unsatisfy'd with all Things here below,From Wish to Wish must discontented roll,Nor ...
Why standest Thou from us afar,O Lord? Why hidest Thy face?In need and sore trouble we are.Why standest Thou from ...
With milk from thy own breasts thy children nurse,And be not than the female dragon worse;For ev'ry animal, e'en rav'nous ...
My paine still smother'd in my grieved brest,Seekes for some ease, yet cannot passage finde,To be discharg'd of this unwellcome ...
Licia my love was sitting in a grove,Tuning her smiles unto the chirping songs,But straight she spied where two together ...
Two little children played among the flowers,Their mothers were of kin, tho' far apart;The children's ages were the very sameE'en ...
As years passed on, no wonder, eachAn inward grace revealed;For where the soul is peace and love,It may not be ...
The Story of Ill May Day, in the reign of king Henry the Eighth, and why it was so called; ...
O my lover! the night like a broad smooth wave Bears us onward, and morn, a black rock, shines wet. ...
(On a portrait of Coventry Patmore by J. S. Sargent, R.A.)Look on him. This is he whose works ye know;Ye ...
Always at sea I think about the dead.On barques invisible they seem to sailThe self-same course; and from the decks ...
You taught me Waiting with Myself -- Appointment strictly kept -- You taught me fortitude of Fate -- This -- ...
May-, 1786.I LANG hae thought, my youthfu' friend, A something to have sent you, Tho' it should serve nae ither ...
Within this sober Frame expect Work of no Forrain Architect; That unto Caves the Quarries drew, And Forrests did to ...
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, ...
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