Medulla Poetarum Romanorum – VOL. II. (Love – Lover) (Henry Baker Poems)
Love.See Lover. Venus.Great Love! thy Empire o'er the World extends!To thy soft Charms the whole Creation bends!On Hills, in Streams, ...
Love.See Lover. Venus.Great Love! thy Empire o'er the World extends!To thy soft Charms the whole Creation bends!On Hills, in Streams, ...
Oh,How I long to go,On a seaward-blowing breeze,To the garden of the seas—To brave King Arthur's land,To that fair island ...
THE fire-fly is heedlessly wandering about, Through field and through forest is winging his route, As free as the butterfly sporting in ...
MELIBOEUSYou, Tityrus, 'neath a broad beech-canopyReclining, on the slender oat rehearseYour silvan ditties: I from my sweet fields,And home's familiar ...
MELIBOEUS, TITYRUSMeliboeus.You, Tityrus, 'neath a broad beech-canopyReclining, on the slender oat rehearseYour silvan ditties: I from my sweet fields,And home's ...
Thou, to whom the world unknownWith all its shadowy shapes, is shown;Who seest, appalled, the unreal scene,While fancy lifts the ...
Not from Paestum come my roses; Patrons, seeMy flowers are Roman-blown; their nectariesDrop honey amber, and their petals throwRich crimsons ...
WITH COPIES OF THE AUTHOR'S WRITINGS.Friend of mine! whose lot was castWith me in the distant past;Where, like shadows flitting ...
All wretched, shocking, nude, with vilest fare,Such slave am I — my body bears the signs —Born free at foot ...
Had I a man's fair form, then might my sighs Be echoed swiftly through that ivory shell Thine ear, and find thy ...
A solemn land of long-fulfilled desiresIs this, and year by year the self-same firesBurn in the trees. The untarnished colours ...
My thoughts fly to thee, as the beesTo find their favorite flower;Then home, with honeyed memoriesOf many a fragrant hour:For ...
I. Like the sweet Naiad of the Grecian's dreams,A Spirit born of Song — unseen, all-seeing—Lives deep within our dark ...
'TIS said that the gods on Olympus of old (And who the bright legend profanes with a doubt?) One ...
715The World-feels DustyWhen We stop to Die-We want the Dew-then-Honors-taste dry-Flags-vex a Dying face-But the least FanStirred by a friend's ...
Had I a man's fair form, then might my sighs Be echoed swiftly through that ivory shell, Thine ear, and ...
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
The World -- feels Dusty When We stop to Die -- We want the Dew -- then -- Honors -- ...
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
Farewell, ye tow'ring Cedars, in whose shade, Lull'd by the Nightingale, I sunk to rest, While spicy breezes hover'd o'er ...
NATURE, to prove her heav'n-taught pow'r, That gems the earth, and paints the flow'r; That bids the soft enchanting note ...
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