The Art Of Preserving Health. Book II (John Armstrong Poems)
DIET.Enough of Air. A desart subject now,Rougher and wilder, rises to my sight.A barren waste, where not a garland growsTo ...
DIET.Enough of Air. A desart subject now,Rougher and wilder, rises to my sight.A barren waste, where not a garland growsTo ...
THE PASSIONS.The choice of Aliment, the choice of Air,The use of Toil and all external things,Already sung; it now remains ...
If solitude hath ever led thy steps To the wild ocean's echoing shore, And thou hast lingered there, Until the sun's broad orb Seemed ...
YE sons of Brute, of Trojan blood,A lively, lovely, loving brood,Attend in haste, and to my strains draw nigh,With an ...
I am a man of forty, sirs, a native of East Haddam,And have some reason to surmise that I descend ...
"Set thine house in order, for thou shalt die." - Isaiah xxxviii.What! and no more? — Is this, my soul, ...
Vanished are the veils of light and shade,Lifted the vapors of sorrow,Sailed away the dawn of fleeting joy,Gone the mirage ...
Sad solitary Thought, who keep'st thy vigils.Thy solemn vigils, in the sick man's mind;Communing lonely with his sinking soul,And musing ...
"In the centre of each snow-crystal or drop of rainis found a minute particle of dust."Earth wedded, life atwainIn heaven, ...
Scrape the bottom of the hole: gather up the stuff, Fossick in ...
FAREWELL to thee, O God, to thee, O sun,Ye twain that shine above my soul on high!My spirit from the ...
Deep in the sloping forest that surrounds The head of a green valley that I know, Spread the fair gardens ...
Great God!Greater than greatest! better than the best!Kinder than kindest! with soft pity's eyeLook down —On a poor breathing particle ...
Before me lies a mass of shapeless days, Unseparated atoms, and I must Sort them apart and live them. Sifted ...
Among the hills a meteorite Lies huge; and moss has overgrown, And wind and rain with touches light Made soft, ...
Amazing monster! that, for aught I know, With the first sight of thee didst make our race For ever stare! ...
The gold-hoarder walked in his palace park and with him walked his troubles. And over his head hovered worries as ...
1 AFOOT and light-hearted, I take to the open road, Healthy, free, the world before me, The long brown path ...
How shall my animal Whose wizard shape I trace in the cavernous skull, Vessel of abscesses and exultation's shell, Endure ...
Deep in the sloping forest that surrounds The head of a green valley that I know, Spread the fair gardens ...
Wanting to know all I overlooked each particle Containing the whole Unknowable. Intent on one great love, perfect, Requited and ...
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