Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: LUCRETIUS T UCRETIUS ! King of men, that are —' No more, they think, than men : Who, past the flaming walls afar, Find nought within their ken : The cruel draught, that wildered thee, And drove thee upon sleep, Was kinder than Philosophy, Who would not let thee weep. Thou knowest now, that life and death Are wondrous intervals: The fortunes of a fitful breath, Within the flaming walls. Without them, an eternal plan, Which life and death obey: Divinity, that fashions man, Its high, immortal way. Or was he right, thy past compare, Thy one true voice of Greece ? Then, whirled about the unconscious air, Thou hast a vehement peace. No calms of light, no purple lands No sanctuaries sublime: Like storms of snow, like quaking sands, Thine atoms drift through time. SERTORIUS T EYOND the straits of Hercules, - Behold ! the strange Hesperian seas, A glittering waste at break of dawn: High on the westward plunging prow, What dreams are on thy spirit now, Sertorius of the milk-white fawn ? Not sorrow, to have done with nome ! The mourning destinies of Rome Have exiled Rome's last hope with thee : Nor dost thou think on thy lost Spain. What stirs thee on the unknown main ? What wilt thou from the virgin sea? Hailed by the faithless voice of Spain, The lightning warrior come again, Where wilt thou seek the flash of swords, Voyaging toward the set of sun ? Though Rome the splendid East hath won, Here thou wilt find no Roman lords. No Tingis here lifts fortress walls; And here no Lusitania calls; What hath the barren sea to give? Yet high designs enchaunt thee still; The winds are loyal to thy will: Nor yet art thou too tired, to live. No trader thou, to northern isles, Whom mischief-making gold beguiles To sunless and unkindly coasts: What spirit pilo...