T. Lucretius Carus,: Of the Nature of Things, in Six Books, Translated Into English Verse;J. Matthews, 1714 - 402 pages |
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... Power of Creation out of the Hands , even of Omnipotence itself , more cogent or perfua- five ; as will , I hope , be made appear in the following Notes and Animadverfions ; in which I have made it my chief Study to fhew the Weakneß ...
... Power of Creation out of the Hands , even of Omnipotence itself , more cogent or perfua- five ; as will , I hope , be made appear in the following Notes and Animadverfions ; in which I have made it my chief Study to fhew the Weakneß ...
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... Power of Man , could be pleas'd at their good , or offended at their wicked , Deeds . For be imagin'd , and taught , that Bufinefs and Cares , and Anger , and Joy , and Gratitude , were inconfiftent with perfect Happiness ; and ...
... Power of Man , could be pleas'd at their good , or offended at their wicked , Deeds . For be imagin'd , and taught , that Bufinefs and Cares , and Anger , and Joy , and Gratitude , were inconfiftent with perfect Happiness ; and ...
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... Power : in fhort , he was fo much an Atheist , that he forgot sometimes to be a Poet . These are the Confiderations which I had of that Authour , before I attempted to tranflate fome Parts of him : And accordingly I lay'd by my natural ...
... Power : in fhort , he was fo much an Atheist , that he forgot sometimes to be a Poet . These are the Confiderations which I had of that Authour , before I attempted to tranflate fome Parts of him : And accordingly I lay'd by my natural ...
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... Powers fupply'd ; Till as our Envy now , you grow our Pride . Till by your Pen reftor'd , in Triumph borne , The Majefty of Poetry return . London , Jan. 10. 82 . } سالم Tho . Otway To the unknown DAPHNIS on his Excellent TH Tranflation ...
... Powers fupply'd ; Till as our Envy now , you grow our Pride . Till by your Pen reftor'd , in Triumph borne , The Majefty of Poetry return . London , Jan. 10. 82 . } سالم Tho . Otway To the unknown DAPHNIS on his Excellent TH Tranflation ...
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... Power now noble Strephon's dead . Ah facred Wadham ! couldft thou never own But this Delight of all Mankind and thine , For Ages paft of Dulness this alone , This charming Hero would atone , And make thee glorious to fucceeding time ...
... Power now noble Strephon's dead . Ah facred Wadham ! couldft thou never own But this Delight of all Mankind and thine , For Ages paft of Dulness this alone , This charming Hero would atone , And make thee glorious to fucceeding time ...
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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...