Of The Nature Of Things: Book V – Part 04 – Formation Of The World (Lucretius Poems)
But in what modes that conflux of first-stuffDid found the multitudinous universeOf earth, and sky, and the unfathomed deepsOf ocean, ...
But in what modes that conflux of first-stuffDid found the multitudinous universeOf earth, and sky, and the unfathomed deepsOf ocean, ...
And on such grounds it is that those who heldThe stuff of things is fire, and out of fireAlone the ...
And on such grounds it is that those who heldThe stuff of things is fire, and out of fireAlone the ...
And first,Since body of earth and water, air's light breath,And fiery exhalations (of which fourThis sum of things is seen ...
And walking nowIn his own footprints, I do follow throughHis reasonings, and with pronouncements teachThe covenant whereby all things are ...
And walking nowIn his own footprints, I do follow throughHis reasonings, and with pronouncements teachThe covenant whereby all things are ...
Hear me, O beeches! YouThat have with ageless anguish slowly risenFrom earth's still secret prisonInto the ampler prison of aery ...
II MAKE not my division of the hours By dials, clocks, or waking birds' acclaim, Nor measure seasons by the reigning flowers, The ...
The biggest crane on earth, it liftsTwo hundred ton more easilyThan I can lift my heavy head:And when it swings, ...
On the wide fields the water gleams like snow,And snow like water pale beneath pale sky,When old and burdened the ...
As in a'round wide view from some tall hill,Central and isolate, it happeneth oftThe furthest things on all sides eyeableAre ...
I fled Him, down the nights and down the days; I fled Him, down the arches of the years; I ...
APOEM,WRITTEN ON THAT COAST, AND ADDRESSED TO ITS PROPRIETOR,SIR JOHN STANLEY. THEE, STANLEY , thee, our gladden'd spirit hails,Since Life's ...
From Hugo's 'Feuilles d'Automne'.I love the evenings, passionless and fair, I love the evens,Whether old manor-fronts their ray with golden ...
Wherein he excuseth himself for the manner of the Portrait.Alas! now wilt thou chide, and say (I deem),My figured descant ...
It is the morning star, arising slowOut of yon hill's dark bulk, as she were bornOf its desire for day; ...
A Phantasy.God took a fit of Paradise-wind, A slip of coerule weather,A thought as simple as Himself, And ravelled them ...
I love the evenings, passionless and fair, I love the evens, Whether old manor-fronts their ray with golden fulgence leavens, ...
I fled Him down the nights and down the days I fled Him down the arches of the years I ...
I O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, ...
I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the ...
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