JOVE saw the sphere old Archimedes made, And to the other Gods he laughing said, 'Such wondrous skill can crafty mortals get, Of my great work to make the counterfeit? Heav'n's and Earth's constitutions, fixt by Fate, This Syracusan's art does imitate; His various planets their just order have, Keeping by springs the motions which he gave; Thro' the twelve signs his Sun completes its years, And each new month, his mock new-Moon appears; Pleas'd with his World, this artist unconfined, Boldly rules Heav'n in his aspiring mind. No more Salmoneus' thunder I admire, Here's one has ap'd all Nature's works entire.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OH YOU ARE COMING by SARA TEASDALE THE MOURNING GARMENT: THE DESCRIPTION OF THE SHEPHERD AND HIS WIFE by ROBERT GREENE OBERON'S FEAST by ROBERT HERRICK TO AN INSECT by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES TALES OF A WAYSIDE INN: THE FIRST DAY: PAUL REVERE'S RIDE [APRIL 1775] by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW DOCTOR FELL by MARCUS VALERIUS MARTIALIS SIMMENTHAL by FREDERICK WILLIAM HENRY MYERS |