Of the Nature of Things: In Six Books, Volum 1G. Sawbridge, 1714 |
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... Light is then most beautiful when it first rifes out of Darkness ; fo Truth is then most delightful when it firft emerges out of Errours . For , as my Lord Rofcommon finely expreffes it , Truth ftamps Conviction on your ravish'd Breast ...
... Light is then most beautiful when it first rifes out of Darkness ; fo Truth is then most delightful when it firft emerges out of Errours . For , as my Lord Rofcommon finely expreffes it , Truth ftamps Conviction on your ravish'd Breast ...
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... Light of Nature ; but meerly falfe Notions , that many conceive of the Gods . Nor will I omit what Epicurus immediately fubjoins : The Gods , fays be , punish the Wicked , and reward the Good : For , being , as they are , all Virtue and ...
... Light of Nature ; but meerly falfe Notions , that many conceive of the Gods . Nor will I omit what Epicurus immediately fubjoins : The Gods , fays be , punish the Wicked , and reward the Good : For , being , as they are , all Virtue and ...
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... light , and been long accustomed to believe : Such an inve- terate Credulity , like a Disease of long standing , and that bas gain'd a Head , is not easy to cure ; and , what is yet worfe , we often find , that the stiffest Obstinacy ...
... light , and been long accustomed to believe : Such an inve- terate Credulity , like a Disease of long standing , and that bas gain'd a Head , is not easy to cure ; and , what is yet worfe , we often find , that the stiffest Obstinacy ...
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... lights of Learning , can not but with Veneration carry in their Breafts , as they do the Images of the Gods , fo too that of the Poet Ennius . Thofe , who are pleasingly diverted with the Poems of Attius , seem to have present with them ...
... lights of Learning , can not but with Veneration carry in their Breafts , as they do the Images of the Gods , fo too that of the Poet Ennius . Thofe , who are pleasingly diverted with the Poems of Attius , seem to have present with them ...
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... Light ; Let them with fpeed in deferv'd Flames be thrown , They'll fend no Sighs , nor murmur out a Groan , But dying filently your Juftice own . London , Feb. 6 . E. W. Ad Thomam CREECH , De verfione Lucretii . T nos dum legimus ...
... Light ; Let them with fpeed in deferv'd Flames be thrown , They'll fend no Sighs , nor murmur out a Groan , But dying filently your Juftice own . London , Feb. 6 . E. W. Ad Thomam CREECH , De verfione Lucretii . T nos dum legimus ...
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abfurd Æneid afferts againſt Animals Antients Argument Ariftotle Atoms Authour Beafts becauſe Befides Body Book call'd Caufe Cauſe Cicero Colour compos'd confequently confifts contain'd Creech cretius Death Democritus diff'rent diffolv'd Difputation Dryd Earth Empedocles Epicurean Epicurus eternal ev'ry Eyes fafe faid fame fays feem feen felf felves feveral fhall fhew fhould fince Fire firft firſt Flame folid fome fometimes fpeaking ftill ftrike fubtile fuch funt Glafs Heraclitus Herodotus himſelf Images infinite join'd Lactantius laft Laftly leaft lefs likewife Limbs Lucretius Macrobius Mind moft Motion mov'd muft muſt Nature Neceffity NOTES Number o'er obferve Opinion Ovid Paffage Philofophers Phrygia Place Plato pleaſe Pleaſure Plutarch Poet Pow'r produc'd Pythagoras quæ quod Reafon reft rife Seeds Senfe Soul thefe themſelves ther theſe Things thofe thoſe thou thouſand thro Tranflation Tranflatour Verfes Virgil Void whence whofe whole Words τὸ τῶν
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Side 298 - 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.
Side 270 - As for the dog, the furies, and their snakes, The gloomy caverns, and the burning lakes, And all the vain infernal trumpery, They neither are, nor were, nor e'er can be. But here on earth, the guilty have in view The mighty pains to. mighty mischiefs due; Racks, prisons, poisons, the Tarpeian Rock, Stripes, hangmen, pitch, and suffocating smoke; And last, and most, if these were cast behind, Th...
Side 279 - ... 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.
Side 196 - 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.
Side 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.
Side 298 - Abhorred Styx, the flood of deadly hate; Sad Acheron, of sorrow, black and deep; Cocytus, named of lamentation loud Heard on the rueful stream; fierce Phlegethon, Whose waves of torrent fire inflame with rage.
Side 272 - Meantime, when thoughts of death disturb thy head, Consider, Ancus, great and good, is dead; Ancus, thy better far, was born to die, And thou, dost thou bewail mortality? So many monarchs with their mighty state, Who ruled the world, were overruled by fate.
Side 202 - 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...
Side 202 - 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.
Side 136 - 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.