Medulla Poetarum Romanorum – VOL. II. (Virtue – War) (Henry Baker Poems)
Virtue.See Man Upright. Pleasure.'Tis Virtue, Friend, to be averse to Vice,And the first Step towards being really wise,Is to be ...
Virtue.See Man Upright. Pleasure.'Tis Virtue, Friend, to be averse to Vice,And the first Step towards being really wise,Is to be ...
But since I've taught already of what sortThe seeds of all things are, and how distinctIn divers forms they flit ...
But since I've taught already of what sortThe seeds of all things are, and how distinctIn divers forms they flit ...
Then one ran, crying, while Niloiya wrought,"The Master cometh!" and she went withinTo adorn herself for meeting him. And ShemWent ...
WELL speed thy mission, bold Iconoclast!Yet all unworthy of its trust thou art,If, with dry eye, and cold, unloving heart,Thou ...
Self love's th' Arcadian streame, A brittle Lookeinglasse, A transitory dreame, Of what nor is, nor shall ere come to passe. How doth it ...
AMIDST thy sacred effigiesOf old renown give place,O city, Freedom-loved! to hisWhose hand unchained a race.Take the worn frame, that ...
Gallery of sacred pictures manifold,A minster rich in holy effigies,And bearing on entablature and friezeThe hieroglyphic oracles of old.Along its ...
In the furnace the dry branches crackle, the crucible shines as withgold,As they carry the hot flaming metal in haste ...
In the spirit's solitary hoursIt is lovely to walk in the sunAlong the yellow walls of summer.Quietly whisper the steps ...
1Wet heat drifts through the afternoonlike a campus dog, a fraternity ghostwaiting to stay home from football games.The arches are ...
snow liesearth flieslights flipnight walks innight lies on a rug of starsnight how are you spelled?like an inane leversleeps the ...
Who will forgive me for the things I do?With no special legend of God to refer to,With my calm white ...
At evening, when the lank and rigid trees,To the mere forms of their sweet day-selves drying,On heaven's blank leaf seem ...
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
Now warm with ministerial ire, Fierce sallied forth our loyal 'Squire, And on his striding steps attends His desperate clan ...
Who will forgive me for the things I do? With no special legend of God to refer to, With my ...
Two lovers to a midnight meadow came High in the hills, to lie there hand and hand Like effigies and ...
By this he knew she wept with waking eyes: That, at his hand's light quiver by her head, The strange ...
By this he knew she wept with waking eyes: That, at his hand's light quiver by her head, The strange ...
When the vexed hubbub of our world of gain Roars round about me as I walk the street, The myriad ...
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