Of The Nature Of Things: 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 ...
Now come: that thou mayst able be to knowThat minds and the light souls of all that liveHave mortal birth ...
Matthew met Richard, when or whereFrom story is not mighty clear:Of many knotty points they spoke,And pro and con by ...
Thus spoke to my lady the knight full of care,"Let me have your advice in a weighty affair.This Hamilton's bawn, ...
Absence.Neglected, now, behold my Tresses flow:Nor sparkling Diamonds on my Fingers glow.All plain, and cheap, the humble Weeds I wear:No ...
A West Australian Bushman's StoryWell, mate, you've asked about a fellowYou met to-day, in a black-and-yellowChain-gang suit, with a peddler's ...
The Old Bad Woman was coming along,Busily humming a sort of song.You could barely see, below her bonnet,Her chin where ...
The householder issuing to the streetIs adrift a moment in that ice stiffExterior. 'PeninsulaLow lying in the bayAnd wooded-' Native ...
Wanting for their young limbs praise,Their thighs, hips, and saintly breasts,They grow from awkwardness to delight,Their mouths made perfect with ...
Our English Homer in his Rhimes,Asserts our Notions change with Times;This Maxim granted, makes me doubt,When some few Years are ...
Long time beside the squatter's gate A great grey Box-Tree, early, late, Or shine or rain, in silence there Had ...
The smell of arnica is strong, And mother's time is spentIn rubbing father's arms and back With burning ...
IThere is no picturesqueness and no glory,No halo of romance, in war to-day.It is a hideous thing; Time would turn ...
The saddle was hung on the stockyard rail,And the poor old horse stood whisking his tail,For there never was seen ...
An old woman grabshold of your sleeveand tags along. She wants a fifty paise coin.She says she will take youto ...
TIME hobbles, but Love flies; One moment, say the wise, They pass together: Not Cupid's curls of gold But Time's ...
They stood by the door of the Inn on the Rise; May Carney looked up in the bushranger's eyes: `Oh! ...
Each sunny day upon my way A goat I pass; He has a beard of silver grey, A bell of ...
I will think no more of the sea! Of the big green waves And the hollowed shore, Of the brown ...
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