Of The Nature Of Things: Book I – Part 02 – Substance Is Eternal (Lucretius Poems)
This terror, then, this darkness of the mind,Not sunrise with its flaring spokes of light,Nor glittering arrows of morning can ...
This terror, then, this darkness of the mind,Not sunrise with its flaring spokes of light,Nor glittering arrows of morning can ...
POLLIOMuses of Sicily, essay we nowA somewhat loftier task! Not all men loveCoppice or lowly tamarisk: sing we woods,Woods worthy ...
POLLIOMuses of Sicily, essay we nowA somewhat loftier task! Not all men loveCoppice or lowly tamarisk: sing we woods,Woods worthy ...
Oh, ye mighty walls and towering spires!Astride the cowled gabled ways;Thy emblazoned scripts depictingFanciful reaction of ancient times;Smoking altars upon ...
Another year! a short one, if it flowLike that just past,And I shall stand — if years can make me ...
Lo, God is an Urn,And all that He hath createdGive forth from their throats.Behold, even the buds burst and spillTheir ...
THERE is an end of joy and sorrow;Peace all day long, all night, all morrow, But never a time ...
I dreamed that the Chimaera came, A wandering angel, white with flame From some cloud's height or moonless deep, And ...
Heavily slumbered noonday brightUpon the lone field, glory-dight,A burnished grassy sea:The child, in gorgeous golden hours,Through heaven-descended starry flowers,Went walking ...
THE infinite garden of the sea is HisTo play in. Gravely smiling He resignsTo man his choice - this rugged ...
As one that stands upon the beetling sheer Of some dread precipice, when midmost night With whelming dark has hidden ...
A pent-up question, crushed his swagger, confidence, bravado, the friendly banter, in the cool of reflection, for a moment, a ...
MISS NANCY ELLICOTT Strode across the hills and broke them, Rode across the hills and broke them- The barren New ...
Oh happy shades--to me unblest! Friendly to peace, but not to me! How ill the scene that offers rest, And ...
1. Dear relatives and friends, when my last breath Grows large and free in air, don't call it death -- ...
Each picture is heartbreakingly banal, a kitten and a ball of yarn, a dog and bone. The paper is cheap, ...
I have known the inexorable sadness of pencils, Neat in their boxes, dolor of pad and paper weight, All the ...
In Tilbury Town did Old King Cole A wise old age anticipate, Desiring, with his pipe and bowl, No Khan's ...
There were faces to remember in the Valley of the Shadow, There were faces unregarded, there were faces to forget; ...
I Partly to think, more to be left alone, George Annandale said something to his friends- A word or two, ...
On a starred night Prince Lucifer uprose. Tired of his dark dominion swung the fiend Above the rolling ball in ...
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