Medulla Poetarum Romanorum – VOL. II. (Philosophy – Place) (Henry Baker Poems)
Philosophy.Happy the Man, who, studying Nature's Laws,Thro' known Effects can trace the secret Cause:Who, without Fear, his certain Fate can ...
Philosophy.Happy the Man, who, studying Nature's Laws,Thro' known Effects can trace the secret Cause:Who, without Fear, his certain Fate can ...
From his far wigwam sprang the strong North WindAnd rush'd with war-cry down the steep ravines,And wrestl'd with the giants ...
The great farm house of Malcolm Graem stoodSquare shoulder'd and peak roof'd upon a hill,With many windows looking everywhere;So that ...
The South Wind laid his moccasins aside,Broke his gay calumet of flow'rs, and castHis useless wampun, beaded with cool dews,Far ...
I. Abash'd the rebel squadrons yield— MACBETH , the victor of the field, Exulting, past the blasted wild; And where his dark o'erhanging towers Frown ...
In the garden at Clevedale, whose waters havebeen immortalized from a Young Lady's fallinginto them.In imitation of Petrarch's Ode to ...
Be not thou silent now at lengthO God hold not thy peace,Sit not thou still O God of strengthWe cry ...
O THOU! unaw'd by principle or pow'r,Behold and tremble for the fated hour,When nature calls thy heedless soul away,To leave ...
When the blest seed of Terah's faithful Son,After long toil their liberty had won,And past from Pharian2 fields to Canaan ...
From the German of B?rger. BESIDE the parson's dusky bow'r Why strays a troubl'd sprite,That dimly shines in ...
POOR River, now thou'rt almost dry, What Nymph, or Swain, will near thee lie? Since brought, alas! to sad Decay, ...
I happened in Gosh on an ancient day,In the land of Glugs far, far away Where the skies are green ...
O d?lices d'amour! et toi, molle paresse, Vous aurez donc us? mon oisive jeunesse! Les belles sont partout. Pour chercher ...
SO full my thoughts are of thee, that I swear All else is hateful to my troubl'd soul; ...
AS slow I wander'd o'er yon barren heath, Musing on woes to come--on evils past, Cursing that fate ...
WHile yet it was the Empire of the Night, And Stars still check'r'd Darkness with their Light, From Temples round ...
POOR River, now thou'rt almost dry, What Nymph, or Swain, will near thee lie? Since brought, alas! to sad Decay, ...
Come, kings, and listen to my song: When Gwin, the son of Nore, Over the nations of the North His ...
Be not thou silent now at length O God hold not thy peace, Sit not thou still O God of ...
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