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 ...
I."Stay, traveller, stay thy weary steed,The sultry hour of noon is near,Of rest thy way-worn limbs have need,Stay, then, and, ...
SCENE I. An Ante-chamber in the Castle.Enter LUDOLPH and SIGIFRED.Ludolph. No more advices, no more cautioning:I leave it all to ...
Down the dim West slow fails the stricken sun,And from his hot face fades the crimson flushVeiled in death's herald-shadows ...
At the foot of the mountain heightWhere is perched Castel Cuille,When the apple, the plum, and the almond treeIn the ...
Once on a timeThere was a little boy: a master-mageBy virtue of a BookOf magic--O, so magical it filledHis life ...
SPIRIT 'I was an infant when my mother went To see an atheist burned. She took me there. The dark-robed priests were met ...
High-perch'd upon the rocky way, Stands a Posada stern and grey; Which from the valley, seems as if, A condor there had paus'd ...
HOW wonderful is Death, Death, and his brother Sleep! One, pale as yonder waning moon With lips of lurid blue; The other, rosy as ...
Part One[A walled garden of York. It is an August Sunday, and the baying of deep church-bells is blown faintly ...
Hunger.See Famine.The Morning came, the Night, and Slumbers past,But still the furious Pangs of Hunger last:The cank'rous Rage still gnaws ...
'How beautiful this night! the balmiest sigh, Which vernal zephyrs breathe in evening's ear, Were discord to the speaking quietude That wraps this ...
But this sad melancholick disquisition,Did not befit our jovial disposition,In these our days; therefore when we had mournedFor this good ...
Meanwhile at the declining Noon of Night,When gentle Sleep had veil'd each Mortal's Sight;With balmy Dews the smiling Pastures weep,Torrents ...
Therefore, when thirtie two were come and gone,Years of her raigne, daies of her countries peace,Elizabeth great Empresse of the ...
You've seen his place, I reckon, friend? 'Twas rather kind ov tryin'.The way he made the dollars fly, Such gimcrack things a-buyin'-- He ...
LATE AUTUMN _They who die young are blest.-- Should we not envy such? They are Earth's happiest, God-loved and favored much!-- They who die young ...
The sky was one unbroken pall of gray,Casting a gloom upon the restless sea,Dulling her sapphire splendour to a darkAnd ...
OSSIAN. Man of prayers, lead me forthFrom our silent cell of care,The morning--breeze to me is worthAll thy hymns and all ...
This craving 'tis that's Venus unto us:From this, engender all the lures of love,From this, O first hath into human ...
IIn his tent, at fall of day,Hero Harold loosed his mail,As a bark which nears the bayDrops on deck her ...
WINTER _We, whom God sets a task, Striving, who ne'er attain, We are the curst!--who ask Death, and still ask in vain. We, whom God ...
Where the pure Derwent's waters glide Along their mossy bed,Close by the river's verdant side, A castle rear'd its head.The antient pile ...
Wintertime, er Summertime, Of late years I notice I'm, Kindo'-like, more subjec' to What the _weather_ is. Now, you Folks 'at lives in town, I ...
The dark-blue clouds of night in dusky lines,Drawn wide and streaky o'er the purer sky,Wear faint the morning purple on ...
Character of ZAMOR , a bard—His passion for ACILOE , daughter of the Cazique who rules the valley—The Peruvian tribe ...
I.THE morning air was freshly breathing,The morning mists were wildly wreathing;Day's earliest beams were kindling o'erThe wood-crowned hills and murmuring ...
From his far wigwam sprang the strong North WindAnd rush'd with war-cry down the steep ravines,And wrestl'd with the giants ...
Snakeskin jacketIndian eyesBrilliant hairHe moves in disturbedNile insectAir~~~You parade thru the soft summerWe watch your eager rifle decayYour wildernessYour teeming ...
'Twas on a lofty mountain's side Half up the verdant steep, A gen'rous Vicar wedded, died, And left his spouse to weep. And still ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories