Medulla Poetarum Romanorum – VOL. I. (Cow – Darkness) (Henry Baker Poems)
Cow.--Best the CowOf Aspect sour: her Head unshap'd and large,Her hanging Neck enormous: from her ChinHer swagging Dewlaps to her ...
Cow.--Best the CowOf Aspect sour: her Head unshap'd and large,Her hanging Neck enormous: from her ChinHer swagging Dewlaps to her ...
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 ...
Amazement.See Alarm.To Him the Wind with doubtful Terror waftsThe mingled Noise: hoarse Murmurs of Distress,And Clamours from the City pierce ...
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 ...
Sun.See Chance.Palace of the Sun.The Sun's bright Palace, on high Columns rais'd,With burnish'd Gold, and flaming Rubies blaz'd:The Roof with ...
'Twas said, by those of old, Beware,Consider well before you swear.The Counsel's good without dispute,And ev'ry prudent Man will do't.But, ...
Education.See Example. Parents and Children.Let no indecent Speech, or Action vile,Be known within the Walls where Youth is bred:Far, far ...
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 ...
My God! whence comes it, that the human Soul,Unsatisfy'd with all Things here below,From Wish to Wish must discontented roll,Nor ...
On her couch, one summer's day;Beauteous, youthful Kitty lay:Venus saw her from above,(Smiling Venus, queen of love)Amaz'd at each celestial ...
On the Bank of a River so deep,Whose Waters glide silently on,Sad Rosalind sat down to weep,For Damon her Lover ...
How vain is Man! how foolish all his Ways!How short, and yet, how sorrowful his Days!From Life's first Moment, to ...
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 ...
To Thee, Great Jove! our Hearts, our Hands, our Eyes,Thankful, we raise, Great Jove! to Thee, from whomWhatever Good we ...
If Wealth produc'd Content, if Heaps of GoldCould Happiness insure, I too would toil,And break my Rest: wou'd seek the ...
False one! You have oft profess'd,I alone could make you blest;Wherefore then am I despis'd?Wherefore is my Rival priz'd?Why, he's ...
I.To Thee, Miranda! fair and young,To Thee, bright Object of Desire!Still the Muses form their Song,Raise their Voice, and tune ...
With down--cast Eyes, and folded Arms,Young Myrtle saunter'd out one Day,Reflecting on Florinda's Charms,The Fair, the blooming, and the gay;Deeply ...
Why beats my Heart when Flora's nigh,As it would from my Bosom fly?Whence does this melting Softness rise,When her my ...
I.Consider, Flora! Age will come,And on You lay his icy Hand,Which, even Beauty can't withstand:Eternal Fate has so decreed;The Roses ...
Why art thou drest, my lovely Maid!In Gold, and Gems, and rich Brocade?When Gold, and Gems, and rich Brocade,Conceal thy ...
To God supreme, let every ThingChant forth harmonious Songs of Praise:At once let Earth and Heav'n sing,How great his Pow'r, ...
Had I the World at my Command,And own'd the Wealth of Sea and Land,To Flora I'd present it all,And at ...
I.Thyrsis. Simple Damon! tell me whyDost thou not reveal thy anguish,But in Silence pine and languish?To thy self an Enemy.If she ...
Damon.Love's an idle childish Passion,Only fit for Girls and Boys;Marriage is a cursed Fashion,Women are but foolish Toys.Spight of all ...
Grateful, sincere, good--natur'd, mild, humane,Wise, and yet humble: witty, but not vain:Above her Sex divine Clarinda soars,Faultless herself, she Others ...
What is this Love? This Source of Human--Woe?This being mad, and chusing to be so?This Gall of Life? This Fever ...
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