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 ...
THE PASSIONS.The choice of Aliment, the choice of Air,The use of Toil and all external things,Already sung; it now remains ...
On Sinai's top, in prayer and trance, Full forty nights and forty daysThe Prophet watched for one dear glance Of thee and ...
NOT since proud Marlowe poured his potent songThrough fadeless meadows to a marvellous main,Has England hearkened to so sweet a ...
The eastward spurs tip backward from the sun.Nights runs an obscure tide round cape and bayand beats with boats of ...
Sports and gallantries, the stage, the arts, the antics of dancers,The exuberant voices of music,Have charm for children but lack ...
The wrecks that lie on Strand Despair, Should serve as buoys on life's stern seas To guide the voyager safely, where He may ...
Hanging around on the Bridge,Gleefully I watch all of you...Out there, some of you row backwardOr pick mussels off the ...
The wild geese, flying in the night, beholdOur sunken towns lie underneath a sea,Which buoys them on its billows. LibertyThey ...
When storms arise, and tumults jar,And wreck this mortal form,There is a bright, a lovely star,That shines above the storm.'Tis ...
Yet, yet a moment, one dim ray of light Indulge, dread Chaos, and eternal Night!Of darkness visible so much be ...
High on a gorgeous seat, that far out-shoneHenley's gilt tub, or Flecknoe's Irish throne,Or that where on her Curlls the ...
(With respectful reference to the admirable exploit of PettyOfficer Alan Baker, of L .B .V. 37)The Bluebell was a lighter, ...
Hope is the shadowy essence of a wish, A fond desire which floats before our eyes;With lurid aberration, feverish,-- We ...
INurture thyself, O Soul, from the clear springThat wells beneath the secret inner shrine;Commune with its deep murmur,--'tis divine;Be faithful ...
IMany are on the sea to-day With all sails set.The tide rolls in a restive gray, The wind blows wet.The ...
Away by the lands of the Japanee Where the paper lanterns glow And the crews of all the shipping drink ...
A foggy day on the ocean, my feet in the warm surf, feeling the water lapping, the movement of the ...
A vagueness comes over everything, as though proving color and contour alike dispensable: the lighthouse extinct, the islands' spruce-tips drunk ...
1 O TO make the most jubilant poem! Even to set off these, and merge with these, the carols of ...
The bows glided down, and the coast Blackened with birds took a last look At his thrashing hair and whale-blue ...
I listen to the stillness of you, My dear, among it all; I feel your silence touch my words as ...
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