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 ...
Poem Read At Cambridge On The Hundredth Anniversary Of Washington's Taking Command Of The American ArmyIWords pass as wind, but ...
AIR.Daughter of Paeon, queen of every joy,Hygeia; whose indulgent smile sustainsThe various race luxuriant nature pours,And on th' immortal essences ...
Patience.See Consolation.--Where--e'er the FatesCall, or recall Us, let Us follow still:Whate'er it be, all Fortune is subdu'dBy Patience.--Evils, for which ...
Dress, and Good Breeding.Be not too finical, but yet be clean,And wear well fashion'd Cloths, like other Men.Nor sputt'ring speak, ...
While wind and rain drive through the half-stripped trees,Fanners and flails go merrily in the barn.Each brook and river sweeps ...
Come hither, and behold the fruits,Vain man! of all thy vain pursuits.Take wise advice, and look behind,Bring all past actions ...
Midas, we are in story told,Turn'd every thing he touch'd to gold:He chipp'd his bread; the pieces roundGlitter'd like spangles ...
High on a gorgeous seat, that far out-shoneHenley's gilt tub, or Flecknoe's Irish throne,Or that where on her Curlls the ...
SOFTLY , Evening shades the skies,Quick the golden lustre flies;Calm we see the day retire,While Evening's sober thoughts inspire.Pensive pleasures ...
The Antiseptic Baby and the Prophylactic Pup Were playing in the garden when the Bunny gamboled up; They looked upon ...
In spring's green lap there blooms a flower,Whose cup imbibes each vernal shower;That sips fresh nature's balmy dew,Clad in her ...
DESCRIPTION OF APATHY.IS there a gloomy cavern where, remote,The weary soul, secluded from the world,Each fond attraction broken, rests secure?'Tis ...
Each rising charm the bounteous stream bestows,The grass that thickens, and the flower that blows.And while the vale the humid ...
I O THOU, that sit'st upon a throne, With harp of high majestic tone, To praise the King of kings; ...
Deep in th' abyss where frantic horror bides, In thickest mists of vapours fell, Where wily Serpents hissing glare And ...
If you live along with all the other people and are just like them, and conform, and are nice you're ...
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