T. Lucretius Carus,: Of the Nature of Things, in Six Books, Translated Into English Verse;J. Matthews, 1714 - 402 pages |
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... the Strength or Weakness of the Arguments they find in them , are often feduc'd into Errours . Such Books are a fort of edg'd Tools , that either ought to be kept from the Weak , Weak , and the Illiterate ; or , when they The PREFACE .
... the Strength or Weakness of the Arguments they find in them , are often feduc'd into Errours . Such Books are a fort of edg'd Tools , that either ought to be kept from the Weak , Weak , and the Illiterate ; or , when they The PREFACE .
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... Such Readers , like Men who fail in un- known Seas , ought to be fhewn the Rocks and Shelvings ; otherwise they are in great Danger of being loft : For they are ever the most subject to take the strongest Impreffions ; and ' tis no eafy ...
... Such Readers , like Men who fail in un- known Seas , ought to be fhewn the Rocks and Shelvings ; otherwise they are in great Danger of being loft : For they are ever the most subject to take the strongest Impreffions ; and ' tis no eafy ...
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... Such are the natural Satiety , proceeding from a perpetual Enjoyment of the fame Things , the Inconveniences of old Age , which make him incapable of corporeal Pleasures ; the Decay of Understanding and Memory , which render him ...
... Such are the natural Satiety , proceeding from a perpetual Enjoyment of the fame Things , the Inconveniences of old Age , which make him incapable of corporeal Pleasures ; the Decay of Understanding and Memory , which render him ...
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... Such things , Sir , here abound , may therefore you Be ever to your Friends , the Mufes , true : May our Defects be by your Powers fupply'd ; Till as our Envy now , you grow our Pride . Till by your Pen reftor'd , in Triumph borne , The ...
... Such things , Sir , here abound , may therefore you Be ever to your Friends , the Mufes , true : May our Defects be by your Powers fupply'd ; Till as our Envy now , you grow our Pride . Till by your Pen reftor'd , in Triumph borne , The ...
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... Such as not all the mighty NINE before E'er gave , or any of their Darlings wore , What Lawrels fhould be thine , what Crowns thy Due , What Garlands , mighty Poet , fhou'd be grac'd by you ? Tho ' deep , tho ' wondrous deep his Senfe ...
... Such as not all the mighty NINE before E'er gave , or any of their Darlings wore , What Lawrels fhould be thine , what Crowns thy Due , What Garlands , mighty Poet , fhou'd be grac'd by you ? Tho ' deep , tho ' wondrous deep his Senfe ...
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Page 302 - Whose waves of torrent fire inflame with rage. Far off from these, a slow and silent stream, Lethe, the river of oblivion, rolls...
Page 302 - Far off from these a slow and silent stream, Lethe, the river of oblivion, rolls Her watery labyrinth, whereof who drinks, Forthwith his former state and being forgets, Forgets both joy and grief, pleasure and pain.
Page 283 - ... with hope, men favour the deceit; Trust on, and think to-morrow will repay: To-morrow's falser than the former day; Lies worse, and, while it says, we shall be blest With some new joys, cuts off what we possest.
Page 200 - A dungeon horrible, on all sides round, As one great furnace flamed; yet from those flames No light; but rather darkness visible Served only to discover sights of woe, Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace And rest can never dwell, hope never comes That comes to all, but torture without end Still urges, and a fiery deluge, fed With ever-burning sulphur unconsumed.
Page 98 - The institution has, indeed, continued to our own time ; the garret is still the usual receptacle of the philosopher and poet ; but this, like many ancient customs, is perpetuated only by an accidental imitation, without knowledge of the original reason for which it was established.
Page 11 - He is everywhere confident of his own reason, and assuming an absolute command, not only over his vulgar reader, but even his patron Memmius. For he is always bidding him attend as if he had the rod over him, and using a magisterial authority while he instructs him.
Page 138 - High as the Mother of the Gods in place, And proud, like her, of an immortal race. Then, when in pomp she makes the Phrygian round, With golden turrets on her temples crown'd; A hundred gods her sweeping train supply; Her offspring all, and all command the sky.
Page 206 - The next, in place and punishment, are they Who prodigally throw their souls away; Fools, who, repining at their wretched state, And loathing anxious life, suborn'd their fate. With late repentance now they would retrieve The bodies they forsook, and wish to live; Their pains and poverty desire to bear, To view the light of heav'n, and breathe the vital air: But fate forbids; the Stygian floods oppose, And with nine circling streams the captive souls inclose.
Page 100 - And craves no more than undisturb'd delight: Which minds unmix'd with cares, and fears, obtain; A Soul serene, a body void of pain. So little this corporeal frame requires; So bounded are our natural desires, That wanting all, and setting pain aside, With bare privation sence is satisfied.
Page 73 - tis fweet to vifit firft Untouch'd and virgin (beams, and quench! my third. I joy to crop frefli flowers, and get a crown For new and rare inventions of my own...