Stones from The Quarry or, Moods of Mind. By Henry Browne [i.e. Henry Ellison] |
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THE HOUSE OFF TAVISTOCK-PL., TAVISTOCK-SQ.,
WHERE FRANCIS BAILY WEIGHED THE EARTH. |
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THE HOUSE OFF TAVISTOCK-PL., TAVISTOCK-SQ., WHERE FRANCIS BAILY WEIGHED THE EARTH.
Here Baily in the subtle scales of ThoughtPlaced Earth, with all her balance-weights of seas,
Her mountains and Man's molehills, poles that freeze
And torrid zones that scorch; here, patient wrought
At his grand problem, till the Earth was brought
By spell of subtle numbers, nice degrees,
As spells raise spirits, though far less than these,
To tell her weight and bulk, as it were nought
But pound-weights in the balance! In his hand
He held it—as a very little thing
In the so fine esteem of Thought! How grand
Those few small figures, with which now we bring
To mind this bulk of Earth! O'er sea and land
What light, like break of a new day, they fling!
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