Book I – Part 03 – The Void (Lucretius Poems)
But yet creation's neither crammed nor blockedAbout by body: there's in things a void-Which to have known will serve thee ...
But yet creation's neither crammed nor blockedAbout by body: there's in things a void-Which to have known will serve thee ...
IBeyond the Northern Lights, in regions hauntedOf twilight, where the world is glacier planted,And pale as Loki in his cavern ...
ALONE with nature, where her passionate moodDeepens and deepens, till from shadowy wood,And sombre shore the blended voices soundOf five ...
SHE is not yet, but he whose ear Thrills to that finer atmosphere Where footfalls of appointed things, Reverberant of ...
Thou, oh, thou!Thou of the chorded shell and golden plectrum! thouOf the dark eyes and pale pacific brow!Music, who by ...
AT midnight wakening, through my startled brainThe sudden thunder crashed a chord of pain;I rose, and, awe-struck, hearkened. OverheadIn one ...
I. The mornings raise Voices of gold in the Almighty's praise; The sunsets soar In choral crimson from far shore to shore: Each is a ...
IHe who has looked upon EarthDeeper than flower and fruit,Losing some hue of his mirth,As the tree striking rock at ...
Athwart the sod which is treading for God * the poet paced with hissplendid eyes;Paradise-verdure he stately passes * to ...
Evening steals on in stillness o'er the heath,Across the blue-green sky and fire-tinged clouds,And silent birds wing homewards; misty shroudsRise ...
Wind blows. Snow falls. The great clock in its towerTicks with reverberant coil and tolls the hour:At the deep sudden ...
We first saw fire on the tragic slopes Where the flood-tide of France's early gain, Big with wrecked promise and ...
The Viennese authorities have melted down the great bell in St. Stephen's to supply metal for guns or muntions. Every ...
Superlatively sonorousLike a saxophone full of brass tacks and coffin-nails;Reverberantly rhythmical and rhythmically reverberantLike the quobbing of a foetus five ...
This morning more mysterious seems the sea Than yesterday when, with reverberant roar, It charged upon the beaches, and the ...
THE weltering London ways where children weepAnd girls whom none call maidens laugh,-strange roadMiring his outward steps, who inly trodeThe ...
LIKE Clotho, at her harp she sits and weavesWith mystic fingers from the swaying stringsA melody that ever louder singsAnd ...
Wind blows. Snow falls. The great clock in its tower Ticks with reverberant coil and tolls the hour: At the ...
We first saw fire on the tragic slopes Where the flood-tide of France's early gain, Big with wrecked promise and ...
You are a friend then, as I make it out, Of our man Shakespeare, who alone of us Will put ...
Vengeful across the cold November moors, Loud with ancestral shame there came the bleak Sad wind that shrieked, and answered ...
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