“Ye who amid this feverish world would wear A body free of pain, of cares a mind, Fly the rank city, shun its turbid air; Breathe not the chaos of eternal smoke And volatile corruption, from the dead, The dying, sickening, and the living world Exhal'd, to sully heaven's transparent dome With dim mortality.” WorldMindBodyCarePainHeavenCitiesAirDyingEternalChaosCorruptionBreatheSmokeMortalityTransparentDomes Book:The Poems of Armstrong and Johnson Source: The Poems of Armstrong and Johnson
“And one would worship a woman whom all perfections dower, But the other smiles at transparent wiles; and he quotes from Schopenhauer . Thus two by two we wrangle and blunder about the earth, And that body we share we may not spare; but the Gods have need of mirth.” NeedsMayTwoBodyEarthShareWorshipPerfectionSparesTransparentBlundersMirthHer Smile Book:The Essential James Branch Cabell Collection Source: The Essential James Branch Cabell Collection