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 ...
Thy elder Look, Great Janus, castInto the long Records of Ages past:Review the Years in fairest Action drestWith noted White, ...
In one dark age, beneath a single hand,Thus rose an empire in the savage land.Her golden seats, with following years, ...
The Argument.Greif haueing som what interrupt the PrinceHe showes at last his caus of discontentAnd followes furth with eurie tragick ...
Naval action of De Grasse and Graves. Capture of Cornwallis..Thus view'd the sage. When, lo, in eastern skies,From glooms unfolding, ...
Therefore, when thirtie two were come and gone,Years of her raigne, daies of her countries peace,Elizabeth great Empresse of the ...
Of the Implements for Walking the Streets,and Signs of the Weather.Through winter streets to steer your courses aright,How to walk ...
How long, deluded Albion, wilt thou lieIn the lethargic sleep, the sad reposeBy which thy close thy constant enemyHas softly ...
Since hired for life, thy servile Muse must singSuccessive conquests and a glorious King;Must of a man immortal vainly boast,And ...
At Mary's tomb (sad sacred place!)The Virtues shall their vigils keep,And every Muse and every GraceIn solemn state shall ever ...
Ye careful Angels, whom eternal FateOrdains, on Earth and human Acts to wait;Who turn with secret Pow'r this restless Ball,And ...
Black fool, why winter here? These frozen skies,Worn by your wings and deafen'd by your cries,Should warn you hence, where ...
BRITANNIA.Wretched Britannia! Hapless and undone! How have my Follies call'd this Vengeance down, And anger'd Heav'n to so severe a ...
Lo! Winter drives his horrors round; Wide o'er the rugged soil they fly; In their cold ...
Ye doubtful race! whom apes and foxes bred, And, drench'd with human gore, a tigress fed! Mid your sad triumphs ...
Marry, and love thy Flavia, for she Hath all things whereby others beautious be, For, though her eyes be small, ...
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