ISBN: 9781232445340

RareBooksClub. Paperback. New. This item is printed on demand. Paperback. 94 pages. Dimensions: 9.7in. x 7.4in. x 0.2in.This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purc… Mehr…

RareBooksClub. Paperback. New. This item is printed on demand. Paperback. 94 pages. Dimensions: 9.7in. x 7.4in. x 0.2in.This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1822 Excerpt: . . . her sisters rays, For while the effluence of the skin maintains Its native measure, the pleuritic Spring Glides harmless by; and Autumn, sick to death With sallow quartans, no contagion breathes. I, in prophetic numbers could unfold 1 he omens of the year: what seasons teem With what diseases; what the humid South Prepares, and what the demon of the East: But you perhaps refuse the tedious song. Besides, whatever plagues in heat, or cold, Or drought, or moisture dwell, they hurt not you, Skilld to correct the vices of the sky, And taught already how to each extreme To bend your life. But should the public bane Infect you; or some trespass of your own, Or flaw of nature, hint mortality: Soon as a not unpleasing horror glides Along the spine, through all your torpid limbs; When first the head throbs, or the stomach feels A sickly load, a weary pain the loins; By Celsus calld: the Fates come rushing on; The rapid Pates admit of no delay. While wilful you, and fatally secure, Expect to-morrows more auspicious sun, The growing pest, whose infancy was weak And easy vanquishd with triumphant sway Oerpowers your life. For want of timely care, , Millions have died of medicable wounds. Ah! in what perils is vain life engagd! What slight neglects, what trivial faults destroy, The hardiest frame! of indolence, of toil, We die; of want, of superfluity: The all-surrounding heaven, the vital air, Is big with death. And, though the putrid South Be shut; though no convulsive agony Shake, from the deep foundations of the world, The imprisond plagues; a secret venom oft Corrupts the air, the water, and the land. What livid deaths has sad Byzantium seen! Q2 How oft has Cairo, with a mothers woe, Wept oer her slaughterd sons and lonely streets. . . This item ships from La Vergne,TN., RareBooksClub<