Book III – Part 03 – The Soul is Mortal (Lucretius Poems)
Now come: that thou mayst able be to knowThat minds and the light souls of all that liveHave mortal birth ...
Now come: that thou mayst able be to knowThat minds and the light souls of all that liveHave mortal birth ...
THE worst of ills, with jealousy compared,Are trifling torments ev'ry where declared.IMAGINE, to yourself a silly fool,To dark suspicion grown ...
Hast thou sailed on the summer seaWhen its bosom lies in light?And have the scenes of life to theeBeen as ...
Once on a timeThere was a little boy: a master-mageBy virtue of a BookOf magic--O, so magical it filledHis life ...
When the infant world in its swaddling band Of mist and cloud and storm, Assumed its forms of sea and land, And the ...
And now to what remains!- Since I've resolvedBy what arrangements all things come to passThrough the blue regions of the ...
I, an Iroquois brave,Speak from my forest grave,Where by Utawa's wave I sleep in glory.Listen, pale faces, then,Let years roll back ...
A voice from out the Highlands,Old Scotia's mountain homes!From wild burn-side, and darksome glen,And towering steep, it comes!Is it the ...
WHILE swift on his way young Rathmond sped,Death's horrors awaited those he fled.Already were the prisoners bound,One word, and every ...
A startled stag, the blue-grey Night, Leaps down beyond black pines. Behind—a length of yellow light— The hunter's arrow shines: His moccasins are stained ...
'. . . our language, forged in the dark bycenturies of violentpressure, underground,out of the stuff of dead life.'Thirsty and ...
How do I love you, beech-trees, in the autumn,Your stone-grey columns a cathedral naveProcessional above the earth's brown glory!I was ...
Sing muse! of Saville and the direful dayWhen beauty fell, to ruthless hands a prey;And life a sacrifice to savage ...
White fog lifting & falling on mountain-brow Trees moving in rivers of wind ...
IWith love exceeding a simple love of the thingsThat glide in grasses and rubble of woody wreck;Or change their perch ...
It is a winter's taleThat the snow blind twilight ferries over the lakesAnd floating fields from the farm in the ...
St. Regimund, e'er he became a saint,Was much imbued with vulgar earthly taint;E'er he renounced the honors of a KnightAnd ...
IFrom twig to twig the spider weavesAt noon his webbing fine.So near to mute the zephyrs fluteThat only leaflets dance.The ...
Who is he, dying so hard? Hard is it to die- Die in the warmth of June, Bird and bee ...
THE worst of ills, with jealousy compared, Are trifling torments ev'ry where declared. IMAGINE, to yourself a silly fool, To ...
Love and forgetting might have carried them A little further up the mountain side With night so near, but not ...
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