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 ...
So while we are eating the fruits of the vine, Don't let us forget such a health giving juice, As Champagne, or ...
THE queen in the lofty hall takes her place,The tapers around her are flaming;She speaks to the page: "With a ...
As a butterflyso slowly ripplesa spotless lily of exquisite curves,just so this earring,this wild, strange earring,dances, plays with its shadow ...
A TALE OF THE TAURIDE.Mute sat Giray, with downcast eye, As though some spell in sorrow bound him,His slavish courtiers ...
Upon a day in Ramadan- When sunset brought an end of fast, And in his station every man ...
'The witches' device for the equitable distributionof the liquor consisted in the constructionof tens of thousands of stopcocks and bungswhich ...
In the lands away beyond the sea, where Khan and Sultan rule,Where they drink their coffee thick and black, and ...
As I came down from Lebanon, Came winding, wandering slowly down Through mountain passes bleak and brown, The cloudless day ...
THE queen in the lofty hall takes her place, The tapers around her are flaming; She speaks to the page: ...
In the whole garden like screens of green plane of green rising into the morning sun a single poppy more ...
Meticulous was the word That came to mom and me Simultaneously to describe Dad and how he approached almost Everything ...
I cannot spare water or wine, Tobacco-leaf, or poppy, or rose; From the earth-poles to the Line, All between that ...
'A cold coming we had of it, Just the worst time of the year For a journey, and such a ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
L'orage qui s'attarde, le lit d?fait Yves Bonnefoy Here am I, lying lacklustre in an unmade bed A Sunday in ...
Empty chocolate boxes, a pillowcase with an orange at the bottom, Nuts and tinsel with its idiosyncratic rustle and brilliant ...
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