John Armstrong Poems

AIR.

Daughter of Paeon, queen of every joy,
Hygeia; whose indulgent smile sustains
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EXERCISE.

Thro' various toils th' adventurous Muse has past;
But half the toil, and more than half, remains.
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The sun went down in wrath;
The skies foam'd brass, and soon th' unchained wind:
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Last night I dreamt,
Whate'er it may forebode it moves me strangely,
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DIET.

Enough of Air. A desart subject now,
Rougher and wilder, rises to my sight.
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THE PASSIONS.

The choice of Aliment, the choice of Air,
The use of Toil and all external things,
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Full many a fiend did haunt this house of rest,
And made of passive wights an easy prey.
Here Lethargy with deadly sleep opprest
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Now Summer with her wanton court is gone
To revel on the south side of the world,
And flaunt and frolic out the live--long day.
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Escap'd from London now four Moons, and more,
I greet gay Wilkes from Fulda's wasted Shore,
Where cloath'd with Woods a hundred Hills ascend,
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