The History Of Job, A Sacred Poem. The Second Book. (Daniel Baker Poems)
Again th' Almighty mounts his lofty Throne, And on his Right Hand sate th' Eternal Son. The Royal Writs were ...
Again th' Almighty mounts his lofty Throne, And on his Right Hand sate th' Eternal Son. The Royal Writs were ...
YOU say you envy in your calm retreatOur social Meetings;--'tis with joy we meet.In these our parties you are pleased ...
IOne fairest of the ripe unwedded leftHer shadow on the Sage's path; he found,By common signs, that she had done ...
AN EPISTLE TO ROBERT LLOYD. Contrarius evehor orbi.--OVID, Met. lib. ii.When foes insult, and prudent friends dispense,In pity's strains, the ...
Three times the glorious god of light, and life, Along the sapphire pavement of the sky Careering,--through the immense of ...
On Cape Misenum shone a palace fair Among the laurels by the summer sea; Long colonnades, and wondrous artistry, And ...
WITH such a Pulse, with such disorder'd Veins, Such lab'ring Breath, as thy Disease constrains; With failing Eyes, that scarce ...
Give me light, God irrefutable, Inexplicable architect of the universe, Creator of fate and recognition, Tempest of breath, central ability, ...
Alas! how am I chang'd! Where be the tears,The sobs, and forc'd suspensions of the breath,And all the dull desertions ...
Big Doc. Littlejohn, and ugly man and tall,He wasn't very graceful, no part of him was small;Big, frame, big head, ...
Bowed with a sense of sin, I faintBeneath the complicated load;Father, attend my deep complaint,I am Thy creature, Thou my ...
470I am alive-I guess-The Branches on my HandAre full of Morning Glory-And at my finger's end-The Carmine-tingles warm-And if I ...
'Twas by a fall I caught my death;No man can tell his time or breath;I might have died as soon ...
WITH such a Pulse, with such disorder'd Veins, Such lab'ring Breath, as thy Disease constrains; With failing Eyes, that scarce ...
I am alive -- I guess -- The Branches on my Hand Are full of Morning Glory -- And at ...
Karshish, the picker-up of learning's crumbs, The not-incurious in God's handiwork (This man's-flesh he hath admirably made, Blown like a ...
GRIM monarch! see, depriv'd of vital breath, A young physician in the dust of death: Dost thou go on incessant ...
THROUGH thickest glooms look back, immortal shade, On that confusion which thy death has made: Or from Olympus' height look ...
(Time Night. Scene the woods.) Where shall I turn me? whither shall I bend My weary way? thus worn with ...
FOR the second time in a year this lady with the white hands is brought to the west room second ...
Take it away, and swallow it yourself. Ha! Look you, there's a rat. Last night there were a dozen on ...
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