I went out into the garden in the morning dusk, When sorrow enveloped me like a cloud And the breeze brought to my nostril the odor of spices, As balm of healing for a sick soul.
I went out into the garden in the morning dusk, When sorrow enveloped me like a cloud And the breeze brought to my nostril the odor of spices, As balm of healing for a sick soul.
In peace there's nothing so becomes a man; As modest stillness and humility; But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger; Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood, Then lend the eye a terrible aspect; Now set the teeth, and stretch the nostril wide, Hold hard the breath, and bend up every spirit; To his full height.
So scented the grim Feature, and upturn'd His nostril wide into the murky air, Sagacious of his quarry from so far.
The rankest compound of villainous smell that ever offended nostril.
The scornful nostril and the high head gather not the odors that lie on the track of truth.
Heat up the sun energy of the right nostril, and cool down the moon energy of the left nostril practicing this breath-control, bring them into perfect balance.
Round-hoof'd, short-jointed, fetlocks shag and long,
Broad breast, full eye, small head, and nostril wide,
High crest, short ears, straight legs and passing strong,
Thin mane, thick tail, broad buttock, tender hide:
Look, what a horse should have he did not lack,
Save a proud rider on so proud a back.
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