Of The Nature Of Things: Book III – Part 02 – Nature And Composition Of The Mind (Lucretius Poems)
First, then, I say, the mind which oft we callThe intellect, wherein is seated life'sCounsel and regimen, is part no ...
First, then, I say, the mind which oft we callThe intellect, wherein is seated life'sCounsel and regimen, is part no ...
First, then, I say, the mind which oft we callThe intellect, wherein is seated life'sCounsel and regimen, is part no ...
Stopt by the storm, that long in sullen blackFrom the south-west stained its encroaching track,Haymakers, hustling from the rain to ...
No more at dewy dawn, or setting sun,The blackbird's song floats mellow down the dale;Mute is the lark, or soars ...
Loud raves the blast, and, smell, the sleety showersDrive over hill and dale with hurrying sweep.The leafless boughs all to ...
What know we of the world immenseBeyond the narrow ring of sense?What should we know, who lounge aboutThe house we ...
A quaint old gabled cottage sleeps be-tween the raving hills.To right and left are livid strife, but on thedeep, wide ...
Aifter the war, says the papers, they'll no be content at hame,The lads that hae feucht wi' death twae 'ear ...
Swift and silent and strong Under the low-browed arches,Through culverts, and under bridges,Sweeping with long forced marchesDown to the ultimate ridges,— The ...
She roves through shadowy solitudes, Where scentless herbs and fragile flowersPine in the gloom that ever broods Around her sylvan bowers.No winds ...
Little Boy Blue lost his way in a wood—Sing apples and cherries, roses and honey:He said, "I would not go ...
Sitteth by the red cairn a brown One, a hoofed One, High upon the mountain, where the grasses fail. Where ...
As bullets come to us they're thin, They're angular, or smooth and fat, Some spiral are, and gimlet in, ...
I'm a fussy little fellowIn my kilt of glowing yellow; As about the garden ways I bow and bend.Many a ...
Why are you running so fast hither and thitherChasing midges or butterflies?Some of you are standing solemnly scratching for grubs;Some ...
As you plaited the harvest bow You implicated the mellowed silence in you In wheat that does not rust But ...
To drive Paul out of any lumber camp All that was needed was to say to him, "How is the ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
Koening knew now there was no one on the river. Entering its brown mouth choking with lilies and curtained with ...
It snowed and snowed ,the whole world over, Snow swept the world from end to end. A candle burned on ...
Why are you running so fast hither and thither Chasing midges or butterflies? Some of you are standing solemnly scratching ...
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