7179434Of the Nature of Thingshttps://www.gandhi.com.mx/of-the-nature-of-things-9781219413168/phttps://gandhi.vtexassets.com/arquivos/ids/6720382/image.jpg?v=6387007325921300001212MXNPrabhat PrakashanInStock/Ebooks/<p>Mother of Rome, delight of Gods and men,Dear Venus that beneath the gliding starsMakest to teem the many-voyaged mainAnd fruitful landsfor all of living thingsThrough thee alone are evermore conceived,Through thee are risen to visit the great sunBefore thee, Goddess, and thy coming on,Flee stormy wind and massy cloud away,For thee the daedal Earth bears scented flowers,For thee waters of the unvexed deepSmile, and the hollows of the serene skyGlow with diffused radiance for thee!For soon as comes the springtime face of day,And procreant gales blow from the West unbarred,First fowls of air, smit to the heart by thee,Foretoken thy approach, O thou Divine,And leap the wild herds round the happy fieldsOr swim the bounding torrents. Thus amain,Seized with the spell, all creatures follow theeWhithersoever thou walkest forth to lead,And thence through seas and mountains and swift streams,Through leafy homes of birds and greening plains,Kindling the lure of love in every breast,Thou bringest the eternal generations forth,Kind after kind. And since tis thou aloneGuidest the Cosmos, and without thee naughtIs risen to reach the shining shores of light,Nor aught of joyful or of lovely born,Thee do I crave co-partner in that verseWhich I presume on Nature to composeFor Memmius mine, whom thou hast willed to bePeerless in every grace at every hourWherefore indeed, Divine one, give my wordsImmortal charm. Lull to a timely restOer sea and land the savage works of war,For thou alone hast power with public peaceTo aid mortality; since he who rulesThe savage works of battle, puissant Mars,How often to thy bosom flings his strengthOermastered by the eternal wound of loveAnd there, with eyes and full throat backward thrown,Gazing, my Goddess, open-mouthed at thee,Pastures on love his greedy sight, his breathHanging upon thy lips. Him thus reclinedFill with thy holy body, round, above!</p>...6834661Of the Nature of Things1212https://www.gandhi.com.mx/of-the-nature-of-things-9781219413168/phttps://gandhi.vtexassets.com/arquivos/ids/6720382/image.jpg?v=638700732592130000InStockMXN99999DIEbook20099781219413168_W3siaWQiOiIwMDI0OWI4MC00ZWFlLTRkN2UtODQ1Zi00ZTlkOWNkZjkwMGMiLCJsaXN0UHJpY2UiOjEyLCJkaXNjb3VudCI6MCwic2VsbGluZ1ByaWNlIjoxMiwiaW5jbHVkZXNUYXgiOnRydWUsInByaWNlVHlwZSI6Ildob2xlc2FsZSIsImN1cnJlbmN5IjoiTVhOIiwiZnJvbSI6IjIwMjQtMTItMTdUMTU6MDA6MDBaIiwicmVnaW9uIjoiTVgiLCJpc1ByZW9yZGVyIjpmYWxzZX1d9781219413168_<p>Mother of Rome, delight of Gods and men,Dear Venus that beneath the gliding starsMakest to teem the many-voyaged mainAnd fruitful landsfor all of living thingsThrough thee alone are evermore conceived,Through thee are risen to visit the great sunBefore thee, Goddess, and thy coming on,Flee stormy wind and massy cloud away,For thee the daedal Earth bears scented flowers,For thee waters of the unvexed deepSmile, and the hollows of the serene skyGlow with diffused radiance for thee!For soon as comes the springtime face of day,And procreant gales blow from the West unbarred,First fowls of air, smit to the heart by thee,Foretoken thy approach, O thou Divine,And leap the wild herds round the happy fieldsOr swim the bounding torrents. Thus amain,Seized with the spell, all creatures follow theeWhithersoever thou walkest forth to lead,And thence through seas and mountains and swift streams,Through leafy homes of birds and greening plains,Kindling the lure of love in every breast,Thou bringest the eternal generations forth,Kind after kind. And since tis thou aloneGuidest the Cosmos, and without thee naughtIs risen to reach the shining shores of light,Nor aught of joyful or of lovely born,Thee do I crave co-partner in that verseWhich I presume on Nature to composeFor Memmius mine, whom thou hast willed to bePeerless in every grace at every hourWherefore indeed, Divine one, give my wordsImmortal charm. Lull to a timely restOer sea and land the savage works of war,For thou alone hast power with public peaceTo aid mortality; since he who rulesThe savage works of battle, puissant Mars,How often to thy bosom flings his strengthOermastered by the eternal wound of loveAnd there, with eyes and full throat backward thrown,Gazing, my Goddess, open-mouthed at thee,Pastures on love his greedy sight, his breathHanging upon thy lips. Him thus reclinedFill with thy holy body, round, above!</p>...9781219413168_Prabhat Prakashanlibro_electonico_9781219413168_9781219413168Lucretius .InglésMéxicohttps://getbook.kobo.com/koboid-prod-public/prabhatbooks-epub-a095deda-ae27-4dc5-9e4c-5cc2d202ec7a.epub2009-12-15T00:00:00+00:00Prabhat Prakashan