JOVE saw the heavens fram'd in a little glass, And (laughing) to the gods these words did pass -- Comes then the power of mortal cares so far? In brittle orbs my labours acted are. The statutes of the poles, the faith of things, The laws of gods this Syracusan brings Hither by art: spirits enclos'd attend Their several spheres, and with set motions bend The living work. Each year the feigned sun, Each month returns the counterfeited moon, And viewing now her world, bold industry Grows proud, to know the heavens her subject be. Believe Salmonius hath false thunders thrown, For a poor hand is nature's rival grown. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CANDLE by KATHERINE MANSFIELD METRICAL FEET by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE SNAKE by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 14 by PHILIP SIDNEY TO A DISTANT FRIEND by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH BLESSING THE LIGHTS by ALTER ABELSON ENDURANCE by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN |