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 ...
But this sad melancholick disquisition,Did not befit our jovial disposition,In these our days; therefore when we had mournedFor this good ...
The long-piled mountain-snows at last dissolve,Bursting the roaring river's brittle bonds.Ponderous the fragments down the cataract shoot,And, buried in the ...
Raised by the coming plough, the merry larkUpsprings, and, soaring, joins the high-poised choirsThat carol far and near, in spiral ...
AN ELEGIAC BALLAD.[The Expostulation.--Continued.--Fears ofPoverty.--Encouragement.--Baldwin's Song.--Deceitfulness of visionsindulgence.--Tormenting distressing Passions.--Comforts of a lowFortune.--Poverty in England contrasted with other Countries.--TheQuestion.... The ...
From the German of Buerger.Ich will euch erzaehlen ein Maerchen gar schnurrig; u.s.w.PRAY, listen, good friends, and I'll tell you ...
All you who turn the sturdy soil, Or ply the loom with daily toil, And lowly on through life turmoil For scanty fare, Attend, ...
Where shall be found the niche unfill'd,—A spot unclaim'd, a field untill'd?Who may secure a vacant spaceFairly to run and ...
In words like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er, Like coarsest clothes against the cold; But that large grief which these enfoldIs given ...
Weary travellers are we,And our word is briefly spoken;We must lean on charity,For our "stay and staff" is broken.We are ...
Hard were her hands, and brown;Coarsest of stuff her gown:Sod hut her home.Pale was her care-worn face,Beauty and youth and ...
Joy was in Israel; for all hoped that, now, A three days' journey in the wilderness Verily should they go, ...
I.WHAT shalt THOU know of Spring? A verdant crown Of young boughs waving o'er thy blooming head: White tufted Guelder-roses, ...
'Twas on the morning of that fateful day When Cyrus met on Thymbra's spacious plain The mighty host by wealthy ...
Mamma gave us a single peach, She shared it among seven;Now you may think that unto each But a small ...
I sometimes hold it half a sin To put in words the grief I feel; For ...
That you are fair or wise is vain, Or strong, or rich, or generous; You must have also the untaught ...
Should you be allowed sole privilege of unconscionable martyrdom? This affliction is self-pity brought by suffering as penitent to unrequited ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
I sometimes hold it half a sin To put in words the grief I feel; For words, like Nature, half ...
If you refuse me once, and think again, I will complain. You are deceiv'd, love is no work of art, ...
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