The Art Of Preserving Health. Book I (John Armstrong Poems)
AIR.Daughter of Paeon, queen of every joy,Hygeia; whose indulgent smile sustainsThe various race luxuriant nature pours,And on th' immortal essences ...
AIR.Daughter of Paeon, queen of every joy,Hygeia; whose indulgent smile sustainsThe various race luxuriant nature pours,And on th' immortal essences ...
FYTTE I.'Look at the Clock!' quoth Winifred Pryce,As she open'd the door to her husband's knock,Then paus'd to give him ...
ICOOK was a captain of the AdmiraltyWhen sea-captains had the evil eye,Or should have, what with beating krakens offAnd casting ...
Poor Tray charmant!Poor Tray de mon Ami!-- Dog-bury, and Vergers.Oh! where shall I bury my poor dog Tray,Now his fleeting ...
Scene: A Wood, near Keswick, belonging to Greenwich Hospital.Beneath the shadow of an ancient oak,Dreaming I lay, far 'mid a ...
Way down in Greenwich VillageThere's something, 'twould appear,Demoralizing in the atmosphere.Quite ordinary people,Who come to live down here,Get changed to ...
Across the fields as green as spinach,Cropped as close as Time to Greenwich,Stands a high house; if at all,Spring comes ...
THE BROTHERS.Than old George Fletcher, on the British coastDwelt not a seaman who had more to boast:Kind, simple and sincere--he ...
I.She stood at Greenwich, motionless amid The ever-shifting crowd of passengers.I marked a big tear quivering on the lid Of ...
Expect not (lovely Cynthia) yet from me Lines like thy fairest selfe, so ...
I The subways, as usual, take emotions north and south.When you are in a subway, emotion goes with you. Emotion ...
Across the fields as green as spinach,Cropped as close as Time to Greenwich,Stands a high house; if at all,Spring comes ...
Tamed by Miltown, we lie on Mother's bed; the rising sun in war paint dyes us red; in broad daylight ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
THE PROLOGUE. WHEN folk had laughed all at this nice case Of Absolon and Hendy Nicholas, Diverse folk diversely they ...
I. My heart sank with our Claret-flask, Just now, beneath the heavy sedges That serve this Pond's black face for ...
The window opens to a ledge. There is a great darkness coming. The betrayers of lineage. Their savior walking across ...
Shall the great soul of Newton quit this earth, To mingle with his stars; and every muse, Astonish'd into silence, ...
SMOKE of autumn is on it all. The streamers loosen and travel. The red west is stopped with a gray ...
After two sittings, now our Lady State To end her picture does the third time wait. But ere thou fall'st ...
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