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 ...
Of Walking the Streets by Day.Thus far the Muse has trac'd in useful laysThe proper implements for wintry ways;Has taught ...
Resolved my gratitude to show,Thrice reverend Dean, for all I owe,Too long I have my thanks delay'd;Your favours left too ...
IN ACKNOWLEDGING A TOAST TO THE SMITH PROFESSORI rise, Mr. Chairman, as both of us know,With the impromptu I promised ...
AN ELEGIAC POEM, On the DEATH of that celebrated Divine, and eminent Servant of JESUS CHRIST, the late Reverend, and ...
WRITTEN IN WINTER.WHY dost thou treat me thus, harsh master, say!Why, with hard usage, wear me half away?Perverse of spirit! ...
He's about 22. I'm 63A pity! He's so pretty!He runs up the stairs.I climb step by step.We've never really met, ...
Be pleased, O Lord, to take a people's thanksThat Thine avenging sword has spared our ranks-That Thou hast parted from ...
Direct your glass towards the frigates.The clock's hands are stayed this quarter-hour.You have one more skull to caressBefore the routing ...
IF Venus in the evening skyIs seen in radiant majesty,If rod-like comets, red as blood,Are 'mongst the constellations view'd,Out springs ...
Cat! who hast pass'd thy grand climacteric, How many mice and rats hast in thy days Destroy'd? How many tit bits stolen? ...
THE BROTHERS.Than old George Fletcher, on the British coastDwelt not a seaman who had more to boast:Kind, simple and sincere--he ...
There is sorrow enough in the natural way From men and women to fill our day; And when we are ...
Cat! who hast pass'd thy grand climacteric, How many mice and rats hast in thy days Destroy'd? How many tit ...
IF Venus in the evening sky Is seen in radiant majesty, If rod-like comets, red as blood, Are 'mongst the ...
my mother pushed my sister out of the apartment door with an empty suitcase because she kept threatening to run ...
She woke me up at dawn, her suitcase like a little brown dog at her heels. I sat up and ...
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
Isn't one of your prissy richpeoples' swans Wouldn't be at home on some pristine pond Chooses the whole stinking shoreline, ...
Conrad, Conrad, aren't you old To sit so late in your mouldy garden? And I think Conrad knows it well, ...
from an officer's diary during the last war I The sour daylight cracks through my sleep-caked lids. "Stephan! Stephan!" The ...
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