Of The Nature Of Things: Book V – Part 05 – Origins Of Vegetable And Animal Life (Lucretius Poems)
And now to what remains!- Since I've resolvedBy what arrangements all things come to passThrough the blue regions of the ...
And now to what remains!- Since I've resolvedBy what arrangements all things come to passThrough the blue regions of the ...
Trained tenderly by Heaven and Earth,Up grew she to her gentle height,-Grew to the level of the lightThat shines by ...
Now while these evil ones took counsel strange,The son of Lamech journeyed home; and, lo!A company came down, and struck ...
Lobbin Clout, Cuddy, CloddipoleLobbin Clout.Thy younglings, Cuddy, are but just awake,No thrustles shrill the bramble-bush forsakeNo chirping lark the welkin ...
MONDAY, OR, THE SQUABBLELobbin Clout, Cuddy, CloddipoleCUDDYHold, witless Lobbin Clout, I thee advise,Lest blisters sore on thy own tongue arise.Lo ...
'Tis sweet, when, down the mighty main, the windsRoll up its waste of waters, from the landTo watch another's labouring ...
'Tis sweet, when, down the mighty main, the windsRoll up its waste of waters, from the landTo watch another's labouring ...
On the Bank of a River so deep,Whose Waters glide silently on,Sad Rosalind sat down to weep,For Damon her Lover ...
_For Soldiers lost in Ocean Transports_When, after storms that woodlands rue, To valleys comes atoning dawn,The robins blithe their orchard-sports renew; And ...
Pinks and syringa in the garden closesAnd the sweet privet hedge and golden roses.The pines hot in the sun, the ...
New light gives new directions, fortunes new, To fashion our endeavours that ensue. More harsh, at least more ...
I pray you this my song to takeNot scornfully, for Boyhood's sake;It is the last, until the dayWhen your kind ...
February 25th, 1851.YOU are to be married, Mary; This hour as I wakeful lie In the dreamy dawn of the ...
Our Fathers in a wondrous age, Ere yet the Earth was small, Ensured to us a heritage, And doubted not ...
What is thy thought of me? What is thy feeling? Lov'st thou the veil of sense, Or its revealing? Leav'st ...
NEAR to the silver Trent SIRENA dwelleth; She to whom Nature lent All that excelleth; By which the Muses late ...
God, God! With a child's voice I cry, Weak, sad, confidingly- God, God! Thou knowest, eyelids, raised not always up ...
It is a year dear one, since you afar Went out beyond my yearning mortal sight A wondrous year! perchance ...
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