To Flora. Asking How Well I Love Her. (Henry Baker Poems)
That I love You, pray believe,But enquire not how well:All the Answer I can give,Is, My Life! I cannot tell.Bid ...
Henry Baker Poems (75 Poems)
The Feather (Henry Baker Poems)
In Florimel's Arms, and almost out of Breath,I'll kiss Thee, my Charmer! I'll kiss Thee to Death!Cry'd Thyrsis, in Raptures,--but ...
Amanda’s Character (Henry Baker Poems)
Without Affectation, gay, youthful and pretty;Without Pride, or Meanness, familiar and witty;Without Forms, obliging, good--natur'd, and free;Without Art, as lovely ...
A Song (1) (Henry Baker Poems)
Great Love! thou universal King!From whom our Joys and Sorrows spring,Take Pity on my Pain;Command Eliza, in whose EyesThe Force ...
A Proof Of Love (Henry Baker Poems)
As Buxom Susan milk'd the brindl'd Cow,Young Ralph return'd from holding of the Plow:Behind he catch'd her, and cry'd out, ...
On Content. (Henry Baker Poems)
Give me, O God! (for all Things come from Thee)Content, that richest Cordial of the Soul:Possessing This, I happier shall ...
Celia (Henry Baker Poems)
When beauteous Celia, silent, shews her Face,Adorn'd with each celestial blooming Grace,Ten thousand smiling Cupids fill the Place,And fetter'd Lovers, ...
A Prayer, For A Young Lady Sick (Henry Baker Poems)
Fitter for the Bridal--Bed,Than the cold and silent Grave,Let Death take thousands in her stead,But, O You Gods! Florinda save.Hear ...
The Resolution. (Henry Baker Poems)
Tho' Flora scorns me, I will not despair:What Beauty is there in a cruel Fair?Fair tho' she be, if she ...
A Prayer To Love. (Henry Baker Poems)
Great God of Love! have Pity on your Slave,Indulgent, hear, the humble Boon I crave:Extinguish in my Breast this raging ...
A Song To Flora (Henry Baker Poems)
What is Glory, Wealth, or Pleasure,After which Mankind aspire?Thou, My Life! art all the Treasure,Joy, and Glory, I desire.On thy ...
Ejaculation (Henry Baker Poems)
What is, my Soul! this empty World to thee?Its Riches? Dross! its Pleasures? Vanity!Stretch forth thy Wings, and soar away,Far ...
Flava (Henry Baker Poems)
Adorn'd with ev'ry blooming Grace,Divinely Fair is Flava's Face:Practis'd in each deceitful Art,Basely false is Flava's Heart. (Henry Baker)
Epitaph (Henry Baker Poems)
Of all my Cares, and all my Pains,If ought commendable remains,Be that my Monument: --if not,Let Me for ever be ...
Another (Henry Baker Poems)
My Flora frowns: What threatning Storms arise!She smiles: What new--born Glories deck the Skies! (Henry Baker)