Against the Fear of Death, by Lucretius
What has this bugbear Death to frighten man,
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Bear Poems
Atomic Motions, by Lucretius
Now come: I will untangle for thy steps
Now by...
Character of the Atoms, by Lucretius
Bodies, again,
Are partly primal germs of th...
Confutation of Other Philosophers, by Lucretius
And on such grounds it is that those who held
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Nature and Composition of the Mind, by Lucretius
First, then, I say, the mind which oft we ca...
The Soul Is Mortal, by Lucretius
Now come: that thou mayst able be to know
That...
Substance Is Eternal, by Lucretius
This terror, then, this darkness of the mind,...
Alone, by Martha Lavinia Hoffman
Think'st thou the criminal in some dark retreat...
Angelus, by Martha Lavinia Hoffman
Angels are singing, angels of light!
Angels a...
The Cry of the Soul, by Martha Lavinia Hoffman
I have done the best I could, O Lord!
Yet my ...
The Depths, by Martha Lavinia Hoffman
Sublime and wonderful art thou, O deep,
Illu...
Easter Day, by Martha Lavinia Hoffman
The happiest day of all the year is this
By so...
Easter Hymn, by Martha Lavinia Hoffman
'Tis morn in Joseph's garden now
Where death a...
Flowers and Weeds, by Martha Lavinia Hoffman
This fragile hothouse plant of mine
In perfect...
O, Can I Be Happy in Heaven?, by Martha Lavinia Hoffman
O, can I be happy in Heaven,
Though free fro...
The Redeemer, by Martha Lavinia Hoffman
Down through the ancient corridors of Time
Isa...
Slavery, by Martha Lavinia Hoffman
Where the palm groves and bananas in the sunny ...
The Barren Tree, by Mary Dow Brine
Dear Saviour, I am as the "barren tree, "
Unw...
Saved!, by Mary Dow Brine
Found, far out on the snow-mapped moor,
The ...
The Ship at Sea, by Mary Dow Brine
When my ship comes home from sea,
The ship th...
Dreams, by Mary T. Lathrap
Bright are my dreams.
Not brighter are the bea...
Evening, by Mary T. Lathrap
Marshall, May 31, 1859 The meek stars are br...
Absence, by Matthew Arnold
In this fair stranger's eyes of grey
Thine eye...
The Mountain in the West, by M.H. Cobb
Last eve the sunset winds upheaved
A mountain ...
Megara, by Moschus
'Why dost thou vex thy spirit, mother mine?
W...