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 ...
ARGUMENT. The Nymphs, who preside over springs and rivulets, are addressed at day-break, in honor of their several functions, and ...
The spring is coming round--the buds have burst, And on the coppice--path, and in the bower, The leaping spray of sunlight leaf--inwrought Sports ...
NOT far from Tyvy's banks and bayAn humble dwelling rose;Around its walls the woodbine twin'd,Encircled with the rose.The purple violet ...
Raised by the coming plough, the merry larkUpsprings, and, soaring, joins the high-poised choirsThat carol far and near, in spiral ...
The Sun o'er the waters was throwing In the freshness of morning its beams;And the breast of the ocean seemed glowing With ...
XIThus when the Lord discovered had, and seenThe hidden secrets of each worthy's breast,Out of the hierarchies of angels sheenThe ...
The shades of the Night are now fading away,And Morn in her balmy effulgence is seen ;The lark pours his ...
Our _Donne_ is dead; England should mourne, may say We had a man where language chose to stay And shew her gracefull ...
THOUGH every power on earth combinesTo do his high command,God can effect his vast designsEven by the feeblest hand:The weakest ...
A courtier, summon'd hence of late,Was call'd to Minos' Judgment Seat.The Cretan Sage began the Charge,Recounted all his Crimes at ...
The station is empty and desolate;A sick lamp wanly glows;Slowly puffs a goods engine,Slow yet alive with great energy;Drawing rumbling ...
On the death of my sister Cecilia-the last of five members of the family, who died successively.Our family tree is ...
Hear'st thou that sound upon the window pane?Said the youth softly, as outstretched he layWhere for an hour outstretched he ...
Ire per Ignes,Et gladios ausim. Neque ad hoc tamen ignibus ullis,Aut gladiis opus est; opus est mihi Crine. —Ovid. Met. ...
Is there a Death? The light of dayAt eventide shall fade away;From out the sod's eternal gloomThe flowers, in their ...
Behold our orbit as through twice six signsOur central Sun apparently inclines:The Golden Fleece his pale ray first adorns,Then tow'rds ...
For Carl Solomon I I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves ...
Were I - who to my cost already am One of those strange, prodigious creatures, man - A spirit free ...
Were I (who to my cost already am One of those strange prodigious Creatures Man) A Spirit free, to choose ...
Thou pretty heav'n whose great and lesser spheares With constant wheelings measure hours and yeares Soe faithfully that thou couldst ...
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