Of The Nature Of Things: Book III – Part 04 – Folly Of The Fear Of Death (Lucretius Poems)
Therefore death to usIs nothing, nor concerns us in the least,Since nature of mind is mortal evermore.And just as in ...
Therefore death to usIs nothing, nor concerns us in the least,Since nature of mind is mortal evermore.And just as in ...
Therefore death to usIs nothing, nor concerns us in the least,Since nature of mind is mortal evermore.And just as in ...
Wonder not Blount, whose magick HandLifts to the Clouds thy native Land,That in these busy, golden Times,Thy Ears are teaz'd ...
The bookes of Ouids changed shapes, A story strange doe tell,How Orpheus to fetch his wife, Made voyage vnto hell.Who hauing past ...
SOLE partner of my heart! remov'd from all,Here on the lonely shore to thee I call;The waves which raise their ...
If all the ioyes that worldly wightes possesse,Were throughly scand, and pondred in their kindes,No man of wit, but iustly ...
Late being new fangled, so fancie did moue,I was fast entangled in nets of blinde loue,(Good friends, doe beleeue me) ...
Who so doth mone, and lackes a mate, to bee partaker of his woe,And will discourse of his estate, Let him and ...
To have the will to soar, but not the wings,Eyes fixed forever on a starry height,Whence stately shapes of grand ...
I pray thee, leave, love me no more,Call home the heart you gave me!I but in vain that saint adoreTat ...
No butterfly whose frugal fare Is breath of heliotrope and clove,And other trifles light as air, Could live on less than doth ...
Want in a plentie is too rife with us; So in the streame chin-deepe stands Tantalus Wooing the coye Apples: and tis ...
Sleep quiets all but me,A desert isle unsolaced by the sea—A Tantalus deniedThe draught wherewith all thirst is satisfied. (John ...
By this, sad Hero, with love unacquainted,Viewing Leander's face, fell down and fainted.He kissed her and breathed life into her ...
Cats walk the floor at midnight; that enemy of fog,The moon, wraps the bedpost in receding stillness; sleepCollects all weary ...
Reading the menu at the morning service: - Iced Venusberg perhaps, or buttered bum - Orders the usual sex-ersatz, and, ...
I pray thee leave, love me no more, Call home the heart you gave me. I but in vain that ...
I doubt not God is good, well-meaning, kind And did He stoop to quibble could tell why The little buried ...
Apollo's wrath to man the dreadful spring Of ills innum'rous, tuneful goddess, sing! Thou who did'st first th' ideal pencil ...
High on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth or Ormus and of Ind, Or where the ...
I like walking on streets as black and wet as this one now, at two in the solemnly musical morning, ...
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