John Armstrong Poems on Anger (10 Poems)
The Art Of Preserving Health. Book III (John Armstrong Poems)
EXERCISE. Thro’ various toils th’ adventurous Muse has past;But half the toil, and more than half, remains.Rude is her Theme, and hardly fit for Song;Plain, and of little ornament; and IBut little practis’d in th’ Aonian arts.Yet not in vain … Continue reading
The Oeconomy Of Love (John Armstrong Poems)
Thy bounties, Love, in thy soft raptures, whenTimeliest the melting pairs indulge, and howBest to improve the genial joy, how shunThe snakes that under rosy pleasure lurk,I sing; if thou, fair Cytherea, deignGracious to smile on my attempt. Tho’ thouNone … Continue reading
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 bind the Muse’s brow; not ev’n a proudStupendous solitude frowns o’er the heath,To rouse a noble horror in the … Continue reading
The Art Of Preserving Health. Book IV (John Armstrong Poems)
THE PASSIONS. The choice of Aliment, the choice of Air,The use of Toil and all external things,Already sung; it now remains to traceWhat good, what evil from ourselves proceeds:And how the subtle Principle withinInspires with health, or mines with strange … Continue reading
The Art Of Preserving Health. Book I (John Armstrong Poems)
AIR. Daughter of Paeon, queen of every joy,Hygeia; whose indulgent smile sustainsThe various race luxuriant nature pours,And on th’ immortal essences bestowsImmortal youth; auspicious, O descend!Thou chearful guardian of the rolling year,Whether thou wanton’st on the western gale,Or shak’st the … Continue reading
Taste: An Epistle To A Young Critic (John Armstrong Poems)
Range from Tower–hill all London to the Fleet,Thence round the Temple, t’utmost Grosvenor–street:Take in your route both Gray’s and Lincoln’s Inn;Miss not, be sure, my Lords and Gentlemen;You’ll hardly raise, as I with Petty guess,Above twelve thousand men of taste; … Continue reading
A Day: An Epistle (John Armstrong Poems)
Escap’d from London now four Moons, and more,I greet gay Wilkes from Fulda’s wasted Shore,Where cloath’d with Woods a hundred Hills ascend,Where Nature many a Paradise has plan’d:A Land that, e’en amid contending Arms,Late smil’d with Culture, and luxuriant Charms;But … Continue reading
“Now Summer with her wanton court is gone” (John Armstrong Poems)
Now Summer with her wanton court is goneTo revel on the south side of the world,And flaunt and frolic out the live–long day.While Winter rising pale from northern seasShakes from his hoary locks the drizzling rheum.A blast so shrewd makes … Continue reading
Of Benevolence: An Epistle To Eumenes (John Armstrong Poems)
Kind to my frailties still, Eumenes, hear;Once more I try the patience of your ear.Not oft I sing: the happier for the town,So stun’d already they’re quite stupid grownWith monthly, daily–charming things I own.Happy for them, I seldom court the … Continue reading
A Storm (John Armstrong Poems)
Raised to account for the late return of a Messenger. The sun went down in wrath;The skies foam’d brass, and soon th’ unchained wind:Burst from the howling dungeon of the north:And rais’d such high delirium on the main,Such angry clamour; … Continue reading
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