Medulla Poetarum Romanorum – VOL. II. (Money – Mourning) (Henry Baker Poems)
Money. Riches. Wealth.Gold is the greatest God: tho' yet we seeNo Temples rais'd to Money's Majesty,No Altars fuming to her ...
Money. Riches. Wealth.Gold is the greatest God: tho' yet we seeNo Temples rais'd to Money's Majesty,No Altars fuming to her ...
I climbed a hill as light fell short,And rooks came home in scramble sort,And filled the trees and flapped and ...
I climbed a hill as light fell short,And rooks came home in scramble sort,And filled the trees and flapped and ...
I hate the clamours of the smoky towns,But much admire the bliss of rural clowns;Where some remains of innocence appear,Where ...
I.No, foolish youth-To virtuous fameIf now thy early hopes be vow'd,If true ambition's nobler flameCommand thy footsteps from the croud,Lean ...
He Arrives at His Retirement in the Country, and Takes Occasion To Expatiate in Praise of Simplicity.To a FriendFor rural ...
Chaman mein subah yeh kahti thi ho kar chashm-e-tar shabnam, Bahaar-e-baagh to yun hi rahi, lekin kidhar shabanam. Arq ki bund us ...
Friend of my soul, I want to bethe tearful gardener of the earthyou occupy, and enrich, all too soon.My grief ...
Twelve years old and lovesick, bumblingand terrified for the first time in my life,but strangely hopeful, too, and stunned,definitely stunned-I ...
No — I'll endure ten thousand deathsEre any further I'll comply:Oh! Sir, no man on earth that breathesHad ever yet ...
Never sleeping, still awake,Pleasing most when most I speak;The delight of old and young,Though I speak without a tongue.Nought but ...
Great Love! thou universal King!From whom our Joys and Sorrows spring,Take Pity on my Pain;Command Eliza, in whose EyesThe Force ...
In bloom gemm'd depths, where Sylvan branches meetAbove dim paths, that thread a still retreat;Where light on tip-toe shy, steals ...
RecitativeLet clownish Cymon, in fond rustic strains,To lovely Iphigene declare his pains;Let tink'ring Tom for dustcart Sylvia pine,I sing St. ...
The old woman made mint Candy for the children Who'd bolt through her front door, Silhouettes of the great blue ...
"BRING me my broken harp," he said; "We both are wrecks,-- but as ye will,-- Though all its ringing tones ...
THE key, which opes the chest of hoarded gold. Unlocks the heart that favours would withhold. To this the god ...
The rhyme of the poet Modulates the king's affairs, Balance-loving nature Made all things in pairs. To every foot its ...
I Thy trivial harp will never please Or fill my craving ear; Its chords should ring as blows the breeze, ...
Enter without knocking, hard-working ant. I'm just sitting here mulling over What to do this dark, overcast day? It was ...
Through frost-thick weather This witch sidles, fingers crooked, as if Caught in a hazardous medium that might Merely by its ...
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