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 ...
Hunger.See Famine.The Morning came, the Night, and Slumbers past,But still the furious Pangs of Hunger last:The cank'rous Rage still gnaws ...
Flood.See Deluge.-- Eridanus supreme of FloodsRush'd thro' the Forests, tore the lofty Woods,And rolling onward with a sweepy Sway,Bore Houses, ...
Virtue.See Man Upright. Pleasure.'Tis Virtue, Friend, to be averse to Vice,And the first Step towards being really wise,Is to be ...
Money. Riches. Wealth.Gold is the greatest God: tho' yet we seeNo Temples rais'd to Money's Majesty,No Altars fuming to her ...
Ambition.The Sisyphus is he, whom Noise and StrifeSeduce from all the soft Retreats of Life:To vex the Government, disturb the ...
Absence.Neglected, now, behold my Tresses flow:Nor sparkling Diamonds on my Fingers glow.All plain, and cheap, the humble Weeds I wear:No ...
This comes to let you knowI'm well, thank God, and hope you're so:In Truth, I'm very much perplext,For something fine ...
Agriculture.--The Sire of Gods himselfWill'd not that Tillage should be free from Toil.He first sollicited the restive MoldBy Art: and ...
Virgin celestial! to the Poet's VowsThine Ear incline, consenting ---Health! Good Supreme! Offspring of Heaven! divine,Inestimable Prize! whose Loss, nor ...
Love wander'd out, one Summer's Day,'Till He, benighted, lost his Way:Then whither knowing not to go,Or where to lie, or ...
I.Hymen! the Bridal--bed prepare,Summon all the Loves together;Virgins! Undress the blushing Fair,Hoping, fearing, lead her thither.II.At length, forbear to rob ...
If Wealth produc'd Content, if Heaps of GoldCould Happiness insure, I too would toil,And break my Rest: wou'd seek the ...
I.To Thee, Miranda! fair and young,To Thee, bright Object of Desire!Still the Muses form their Song,Raise their Voice, and tune ...
Why beats my Heart when Flora's nigh,As it would from my Bosom fly?Whence does this melting Softness rise,When her my ...
What is this Love? This Source of Human--Woe?This being mad, and chusing to be so?This Gall of Life? This Fever ...
That I love You, pray believe,But enquire not how well:All the Answer I can give,Is, My Life! I cannot tell.Bid ...
My Flora frowns: What threatning Storms arise!She smiles: What new--born Glories deck the Skies! (Henry Baker)
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