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...MEMOIR OF A PROUD BOY by CARL SANDBURG THE RAT by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES HOW ARE YOU, SANITARY?' by FRANCIS BRET HARTE TO FINE LADY WOULD-BE by BEN JONSON TIPPERARY: 1. BY OUR OWN JAMES OPPENHEIM by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS FELIX OPPORTUNITATE MORTIS by ALFRED AUSTIN |