“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
“Genius! thou gift of Heav'n! thou Light divine! Amid what dangers art thou doom'd to shine! Oft will the body's weakness check thy force, Oft damp thy Vigour, and impede thy course; And trembling nerves compel thee to restrain Thy noble efforts, to contend with pain; Or Want (sad guest!) will in thy presence come, And breathe around her melancholy gloom: To Life's low cares will thy proud thought confine, And make her sufferings, her impatience, thine.” WantArtBodyLightCarePainSufferingCoursesForceEffortDangerDivineProudGeniusLowsWeaknessShiningBreatheNobleChecksTheeMelancholyNervesGuestsDoomImpatienceGloomTremblingDamp Book:Tales Source: Tales
“They say, the tongues of dying men Enforce attention, like deep harmony; Where words are scarce, they're seldom spent in vain; For they breathe truth, that breathe their words in pain.” MenPainAttentionDyingHarmonyTongueBreatheVainScarce Book:King Richard II: Third Series Source: King Richard II: Third Series