Medulla Poetarum Romanorum – VOL. I. (Flood – Fountain) (Henry Baker Poems)
Flood.See Deluge.-- Eridanus supreme of FloodsRush'd thro' the Forests, tore the lofty Woods,And rolling onward with a sweepy Sway,Bore Houses, ...
Flood.See Deluge.-- Eridanus supreme of FloodsRush'd thro' the Forests, tore the lofty Woods,And rolling onward with a sweepy Sway,Bore Houses, ...
Money. Riches. Wealth.Gold is the greatest God: tho' yet we seeNo Temples rais'd to Money's Majesty,No Altars fuming to her ...
Your footsteps now the arsenals have trodWhere lie the treasures of the warrior God;Yet 'midst his ranks to serve is ...
Exhortation.See Reproach.Ah! whither fly you? By yourselves, my Friends!And your brave Deeds; by King Evander's NameAnd Conquests gain'd in War: ...
From the Latin of Addison.The pygmy-people, and the feather'd train,Mingling in mortal combat on the plain,I sing. Ye Muses, favour ...
From the Latin of Addison.The pygmy-people, and the feather'd train,Mingling in mortal combat on the plain,I sing. Ye Muses, favour ...
Plunder.Now in the empty Isles of Juno's FanePhoenix, and dire Ulysses, chosen Guards,Watch o'er the Prey. There Trojan Treasure snatch'dFrom ...
A Song of EmptinessTo Fill up the Empty Pages FollowingVain, frail, short liv'd, and miserable Man,Learn what thou art when ...
Runs falls rises stumbles on from darkness into darknessand the darkness thicketed with shapes of terrorand the hunters pursuing and ...
From carnag'd fields bedrench'd with gore, How long must Pity shrink with pain;Turn, shuddering pale, from shore to shore, And weep her ...
ADDRESSED TO THE CRITICAL REVIEWERS. Tristitiam et Metus.--HORACE.Laughs not the heart when giants, big with pride,Assume the pompous port, the ...
, The wrathful winter, 'proaching on apace, With blustering blasts had all ybar'd the treen, And old Saturnus, ...
Worldlings we court not, envy not, nor fear; May Friends to Vertue lend their Ear: While Sinners split on shelves, ...
(A CHEMICAL NARRATIVE)Certain facts which serve to explainThe physical charms of Miss Addie De Laine,Who, as the common reports obtain,Surpassed ...
GIVE me O indulgent Fate!Give me yet, before I Dye,A sweet, but absolute Retreat,'Mongst Paths so lost, and Trees so ...
Pompey, what fortune gives you back To the friends and the gods who love you?Once more you stand in your ...
So they couldn't save the old Frenchie at the finish,Bill said, "an' now she's gone —Gone, an' left the little ...
Runs falls rises stumbles on from darkness into darkness and the darkness thicketed with shapes of terror and the hunters ...
Consecrated to the Glorious Memory of His Most Serene and Renowned Highness, Oliver, Late Lord Protector of This Commonwealth, etc. ...
So spake the Son of God; and Satan stood A while as mute, confounded what to say, What to reply, ...
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