T. Lucretius Carus,: Of the Nature of Things, in Six Books, Translated Into English Verse;J. Matthews, 1714 - 402 oldal |
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... Sense the meaning of that Philofopher , and to interpret what he faid of the Tranquillity of the Mind , as if it had been spoken of the fenfual Delights of the Body . To the fame Purpofe likewife Caffius , that great General of the ...
... Sense the meaning of that Philofopher , and to interpret what he faid of the Tranquillity of the Mind , as if it had been spoken of the fenfual Delights of the Body . To the fame Purpofe likewife Caffius , that great General of the ...
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... Sense and Mean- ing of the above Paffage of Lucretius is exprefs'd in this Tranflation of it , appears at first Sight to all that are ac- quainted with the Epicurean Philofophy , and is fully made appear in the Note on thofe Verfes , to ...
... Sense and Mean- ing of the above Paffage of Lucretius is exprefs'd in this Tranflation of it , appears at first Sight to all that are ac- quainted with the Epicurean Philofophy , and is fully made appear in the Note on thofe Verfes , to ...
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... Sense of them : Powerful Men are only aw'd by them as they conduce to their Intereft ; and that not always when a Paffion is predominant ; and no Man will be contain'd within the Bounds of Duty , when he may fafely tranfgrefs them ...
... Sense of them : Powerful Men are only aw'd by them as they conduce to their Intereft ; and that not always when a Paffion is predominant ; and no Man will be contain'd within the Bounds of Duty , when he may fafely tranfgrefs them ...
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... Sense of Wit , By fhewing how the learned Romans writ . To teach fat heavy Clowns to know their Trade , And not turn Wits , who were for Porters made , But quit falfe Claims to the Poetick Rage , For Squibs and Crackers , and a ...
... Sense of Wit , By fhewing how the learned Romans writ . To teach fat heavy Clowns to know their Trade , And not turn Wits , who were for Porters made , But quit falfe Claims to the Poetick Rage , For Squibs and Crackers , and a ...
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... Sense : Witness these Ears of mine , which Fate would have Deaf to the Foppish , Foolish , and the Grave ; When they their ufual Bars with ease remov'd , And gladly heard the charming Voice they lov'd : But if this Book not perfectly ...
... Sense : Witness these Ears of mine , which Fate would have Deaf to the Foppish , Foolish , and the Grave ; When they their ufual Bars with ease remov'd , And gladly heard the charming Voice they lov'd : But if this Book not perfectly ...
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302. oldal - Whose waves of torrent fire inflame with rage. Far off from these, a slow and silent stream, Lethe, the river of oblivion, rolls...
302. oldal - 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.
283. oldal - ... 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.
200. oldal - 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.
98. oldal - 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.
11. oldal - 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.
138. oldal - 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.
206. oldal - 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.
100. oldal - 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.
73. oldal - 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...