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 ...
EXERCISE.Thro' various toils th' adventurous Muse has past;But half the toil, and more than half, remains.Rude is her Theme, and ...
DIET.Enough of Air. A desart subject now,Rougher and wilder, rises to my sight.A barren waste, where not a garland growsTo ...
There is a tide in men's affairs,Leading to fame not wholly theirs —Leading to high positions, wonThrough noble deeds by ...
To Auguste BrunetThe city has closed its many colored eyesAnd shushed its clowns, gongs and tam-tams;On the calm water the ...
They were men of many nations, they were men of many stations,They were men in many places, and of high ...
Why have you made life so intolerableAnd set me between four walls, where I am ableNot to escape meals without ...
NOT much longer nowWill the eye seeBonework of bole and bough,The beautiful, austereEssentials of the tree.Intricate traceryUpward and outward growingFrom ...
Ma pauvre muse, h?las! qu'as-tu donc ce matin?Tes yeux creux sont peupl?s de visions nocturnes,Et je vois tour ? tour ...
As I enter the theatre the play is going on. I hear the father say to the son on stage, ...
"The backbone of the country and the salt of all the earth" -- That was ...
I wanted to be sure to reach you;though my ship was on the way it got caughtin some moorings. I ...
To the too-dear, to the too-beautiful,who fills my heart with clarity,to the angel, to the immortal idol,All hail, in immortality!She ...
Then his brain snapped, or he swore it did; and soNever was he more sane: for it must be Their ...
Did life's penurious length Italicize its sweetness, The men that daily live Would stand so deep in joy That it ...
Sleep is supposed to be By souls of sanity The shutting of the eye. Sleep is the station grand Down ...
How do we discover an antidote to each other, a faculty to commune in spiteful space? Our bleeding hearts and ...
Clean your glory glasses, scrub the lenses clean and see the puissant morons stare; garbed in common guises far from ...
Why can't I keep out of harm's way? Am I so preoccupied, simultaneously looking ahead, concurrently looking behind; concerned to ...
Night's grating of steel on stone and splash of water crashing from the buckets brings back that moment in a ...
My impoverished muse, alas! What have you for me this morning? Your empty eyes are stocked with nocturnal visions, In ...
RESPONDEZ! Respondez! (The war is completed-the price is paid-the title is settled beyond recall;) Let every one answer! let those ...
Give me life at its most garish Friday night in the Square, pink sequins dazzle And dance on clubbers bare ...
Oh how it would enable me To titillate my vanity If you should choose to label me A Poet of ...
The Triumph of Wit Over Suffering Head alone shows you in the prodigious act Of digesting what centuries alone digest: ...
I've held you all these years, supporting you through all. I plead for your hand just this once, then I ...
I. Sunrise. In my sleep I was fain of their fellowship, fain Of the live-oak, the marsh, and the main. ...
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