“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
“The sight filled the northern sky; the immensity of it was scarcely conceivable. As if from Heaven itself, great curtains of delicate light hung and trembled. Pale green and rose-pink, and as transparent as the most fragile fabric, and at the bottom edge a profound fiery crimson like the fires of Hell, they swung and shimmered loosely with more grace than the most skillful dancer.” IfsLightHeavenHellFireGraceSkySightGreenFilledRoseProfoundBottomEdgesDancerFragileDelicatePaleFabricHungCurtainsTransparentFierySkillfulImmensityCrimsonNorthern Lights Book:Northern lights Source: Northern lights