The Universe (Henry Baker Poems)
A POEM. Intended to restrain the Pride of Man.Thy Works, Eternal Power by whom she sings!The Muse attempts, and tunes ...
A POEM. Intended to restrain the Pride of Man.Thy Works, Eternal Power by whom she sings!The Muse attempts, and tunes ...
DIET.Enough of Air. A desart subject now,Rougher and wilder, rises to my sight.A barren waste, where not a garland growsTo ...
PUT off thy shoes, ere thou thy God dost greet,Thy ass, before thou sacrificest, bind —Wash, ere the altar thou ...
He was a man with wide and patient eyes,Grey, like the drift of twitch-fires blown in June,That, without fearing, searched ...
Hear me, O beeches! YouThat have with ageless anguish slowly risenFrom earth's still secret prisonInto the ampler prison of aery ...
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,Or emptied some dull opiate ...
1You said 'The world is going back to Paganism'.Oh bright Vision! I saw our dynasty in the bar of the ...
PERSONS REPRESENTED. Sir Pierce Thorne, a wealthy brewer. Mr. Murdock, a banker. Mostyn Wynne, the dispossessed heir of Wynhavod. Norman, ...
"TO put new shingles on old roofs; To give old women wadded skirts; To treat premonitory coughs With ...
Historic Santa! Seasonable Claus!Whose bulging sack is pregnant with delight;Who comest in the middle of the nightTo stuff distracting playthings ...
1 You said 'The world is going back to Paganism'. Oh bright Vision! I saw our dynasty in the bar ...
The state cracked where they left your breath No longer instrument. Along the shore The sand ripped up, and the ...
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some ...
Welcome dear feast of Lent: who loves not thee, He loves not Temperance, or Authority, But is compos'd of passion. ...
(Genesis, xxii.14) The saints should never be dismay'd, Nor sink in hopeless fear; For when they least expect His aid, ...
Meerly for man's death to mourne Were to repine that man was borne. When weake old age doth fall asleepe ...
Like the vain curlings of the watery maze, Which in smooth streams a sinking weight does raise, So Man, declining ...
After two sittings, now our Lady State To end her picture does the third time wait. But ere thou fall'st ...
Like the vain Curlings of the Watry maze, Which in smooth streams a sinking Weight does raise; So Man, declining ...
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