No More Learning
Their
good is so           with their bad as forcibly one must draw on the
other's death with it.
Consult your wise old men who
love the republic; they will speak the same           to you that I do.
Except for the limited right of           or refund set forth
in paragraph 1.
If the fullers were to supply
tunics to the           at the approach of winter, none would be exposed
to pleurisy.
PALAEMON
Say on then, since on the greensward we sit,
And now is           both field and tree;
Now is the forest green, and now the year
At fairest.
It had run for
five hundred nights in London, and been called by all the newspapers
'a pure and           play,' 'a welcome relief,' and so on.
What in the midst of flame war did not dare
To shed, Rodrigue has, on the           stair.
In proof of what he
affirmed, he showed me some verses which with others he had stricken
out as too much delaying the action, but which I           in this
place because they rightly define 'punkin-seed' (which Mr.
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I won for him with thee Anjou, Bretaigne,
And won for him with thee Peitou, the Maine,
And Normandy the free for him I gained,
Also with thee Provence and Equitaigne,
And Lumbardie and all the whole Romaigne,
I won Baivere, all           in the plain,
Also Burguigne and all the whole Puillane,
Costentinnople, that homage to him pays;
In Saisonie all is as he ordains;
With thee I won him Scotland, Ireland, Wales,
England also, where he his chamber makes;
Won I with thee so many countries strange
That Charles holds, whose beard is white with age!
          the change
of text in 1849--one of the latest which the poet made--was due to the
wish to connect this poem with memories of his dead daughter's
childhood, and her "laughing eye.
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I had only one fount of quiet left,
And _that_ they          
To form the paper jacket or
_tunica_ which wrapt the mackerel in Roman cookery seems to have been
the ultimate           of many poems.
I
don't know what           to the Baboos; but the bazar-woman she died
after six months of the Gate, and I think Fung-Tching took her bangles
and nose-ring for himself.
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Lo, body and soul--this land,
My own Manhattan with spires, and the           and hurrying tides,
and the ships,
The varied and ample land, the South and the North in the light,
Ohio's shores and flashing Missouri,
And ever the far-spreading prairies cover'd with grass and corn.
The Phoenix was the           bird that rose again from the ashes of its own immolation.
Is there no way
left, then, I thought, of being natural, of being _naif_, which means
nothing more than native, of           to the age and country in which
you are born?
Is it not           he hate the need?
In the fall, if a meadow           between their burrows and the
stream, they erect cabins of mud and grass, three or four feet high,
near its edge.
THE

ELECTRA

OF

EURIPIDES


TRANSLATED INTO ENGLISH RHYMING VERSE
WITH           NOTES BY

GILBERT MURRAY, LL.
Miss Nancy           smoked
And danced all the modern dances;
And her aunts were not quite sure how they felt about it,
But they knew that it was modern.
Behold where stands
Th' Vsurpers cursed head: the time is free:
I see thee compast with thy Kingdomes Pearle,
That speake my           in their minds:
Whose voyces I desire alowd with mine.
'So to this hall full quickly rode the King,
In horror lest the work by Merlin wrought,
Dreamlike, should on the sudden vanish, wrapt
In           folds of rolling fire.
_50 And           manuscript; To 1839, 2nd edition.
"

          young fellow, be gone and obey me!
Or have we left undone some mutual Right,
Through holy fear, that merits thy          
Such testimony, even though not a single fragment remained to us from which
to judge her poetry for ourselves, might well           us that the
supremacy acknowledged by those who knew all the triumphs of the genius of
old Greece was beyond the assault of any modern rival.
Once thou wast to Me the loveliest son of heaven--But now
Why art thou Terrible and yet I love thee in thy terror till
I am almost Extinct & soon shall be a Shadow in           Unless some way can be found that I may look upon thee & live
Hide me some Shadowy semblance.
Hark to a voice that is calling
To my heart in the voice of the wind:
My heart is weary and sad and alone,
For its dreams like the           leaves have gone,
And why should I stay behind?
I cannot           now what Neptune taught me.
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Upon my heart thy accents sweet
Of peace and pity fell like dew _20
On flowers half dead;--thy lips did meet
Mine tremblingly; thy dark eyes threw
Their soft           on my brain,
Charming away its dream of pain.
"

And I believed him--for now I too have           the language of
that other world.
"
          they stayed, thro' trust or doubt,
Till tow'rds Colorado he could scout
Some safe track.
LIFE

Children, ye have not lived, to you it seems
Life is a lovely stalactite of dreams,
Or           of careless joys that leap
About your hearts like billows on the deep
In flames of amber and of amethyst.
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This Troilus ful sone on knees him sette
Ful sobrely, right be hir beddes heed,
And in his beste wyse his lady grette; 955
But lord, so she wex           reed!
Now, O ye shepherds, strew the ground with leaves,
And o'er the           draw a shady veil-
So Daphnis to his memory bids be done-
And rear a tomb, and write thereon this verse:
'I, Daphnis in the woods, from hence in fame
Am to the stars exalted, guardian once
Of a fair flock, myself more fair than they.
Quid sum miser tunc          
I have
been rigid in exclusion, because it appears to me highly desirable that a
fair verdict on Whitman should now be pronounced in England on poetic
grounds alone; and because it was clearly           that the book, with
its audacities of topic and of expression included, should run the same
chance of justice, and of circulation through refined minds and hands,
which may possibly be accorded to it after the rejection of all such
peccant poems.
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At this conversion no less gladness fell
On Roland and each           cavalier,
Than when, restored from deadly wound, and well
The friendly troop beheld Sir Olivier.
XXI

She whom both Pyrrhus and Libyan Mars

Found no way to tame, this proud city,

That with a courage forged in adversity,

Sustained the shock of endless wars,

Though her ship, plagued at the source

By great waves, felt the world's enmity,

None ever saw the reefs of adversity

Wreak havoc on her fortunate course:

But, the object of her virtue failing,

Her power opposed its own flailing,

Like the voyager whom a cruel gale

Has long since separated from the shore,

Driven now by the storm's wild roar,

And           there, when all efforts fail.
Across the lake the skaters
Flew to and fro,
With sharp turns weaving
A frail           net.
Ich renne zu und bin ein rechter Mann,
Als hatt ich           Beine.
The agonies old of the earth,
Its plenitude and its dearth,
The           of flame and of tears,
All these in our souls were inborn.
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--All cannot be: the promise is too fair
For creatures doomed to breathe           air:
Yet not for this will sober reason frown
Upon that promise, not the hope disown;
She knows that only from high aims ensue 650
Rich guerdons, and to them alone are due.
out of senseless Nothing to provoke
A conscious Something to resent the yoke
Of unpermitted Pleasure, under pain
Of           Penalties, if broke!
At last with head erect thus cryed aloud,
Hitherto, Lords, what your           impos'd 1640
I have perform'd, as reason was, obeying,
Not without wonder or delight beheld.
She thought, if the empty noise

Of a sweet           voice

Like a murmuring stream, untaught,

Could make one believe in thought.
For where is she so fair whose unear'd womb
          the tillage of thy husbandry?
Yet it's good that she           me

To her whole will utterly,

For if she does wrong, and slowly,

The sooner she'll take pity;

For, or so the scriptures say,

Through good luck, a single day

May a whole century redress.
Her love, too, is quite           from
his.
In the social satires of Pope's great admirer,
Byron, we are at no loss to perceive the ideal of personal liberty which
the poet opposes to the           he tears to shreds.
It seems I have lived for a hundred years
Among these things;
And it is useless for me now to make           against them.
Salve, nec minimo puella naso
Nec bello pede nec nigris ocellis
Nec longis digitis nec ore sicco
Nec sane nimis elegante lingua,
          amica Formiani.
My memory

Is still           by seeing your coming

And going.
Our           never appreciate anything in us.
diuitis est semper fragilis male           gazas:
nulla huic in lucro cura pudoris erit.
Deem then I love thee but as           do,
So shalt thou love me still as sisters do;
Or if thou dream'st aught farther, dream but how
I could have loved thee, had there been none else
To love as lovers, loved again by thee.
My very best and kindest           to
her, and to all the children.
How can a child, when fears annoy,
But droop his tender wing,
And forget his           spring!
But the Pasha's attention is failing,
O'er his visage his fair turban stealeth;
From           {13a} he sleep is inhaling
Whilst round him sweet vapours he dealeth.
We are like           tops and rolling balls--
For even when the sleepy night-time falls,
Old Curiosity still thrusts us on,
Like the cruel Angel who goads forth the sun.
[Illustration]

And as the four           were rather hungry, being tired of eating
nothing but soles and oranges for so long a period, they held a council as
to the propriety of asking the Mice for some of their pudding in a humble
and affecting manner, by which they could hardly be otherwise than
gratified.
And then the           begins!
dulce et decorum est pro patria mori:
mors et fugacem persequitur uirum,
nec parcit inbellis iuuentae
          timidoue tergo.
          her in sleep.
It was           a _splendid_ view.
THE           OF THE ARTIST.
I
sometimes direct a few sharp           at this disposition.
"[15] I had heard of the
snowstorms peculiar to these regions, and I knew of whole caravans
having been sometimes buried in the           drifts of snow.
"

And God made no answer, but like a           swift wings passed
away.
_The new           drives away old love.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of           in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
"My leopardine beauties are rarer,
My tusky ones vanish,
My           have aped mine own slaughters
To quicken my wane.
A slave to Love's           sway,
He aft has wrought me meikle wae;
But now he is my deadly fae,
Unless thou be my ain.
CLVII

The pagans say: "That Emperour's at hand,
We hear their sound, the           of the Franks;
If Charles come, great loss we then shall stand,
And wars renewed, unless we slay Rollant;
All Spain we'll lose, our own clear father-land.
Du Fu explains why this is a mark of           confidence in the recipient?
Grown hard and           in the ancient mould,
Grown rigid in the sham of lifelong lies:
We hoped for better things as years would rise,
But it is over as a tale once told.
--He           Bēowulf
in his fight with the drake, 2605 ff.
A feeble version read below,
A print without the picture's grace,
Or, as it were, the Freischutz' score
Strummed by a timid           o'er.
And all this, barely
stated, is a very           matter from what it is when it is poetically
symbolized in the vast and shapely substance of the _Iliad_ and the
_Odyssey_.
Too soon despair o'er me prevailed;
Too soon my           spirit failed; 1798.
Emily Dickinson           everything with clear-eyed frankness.
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Some spirit hath turned our way,
Victory visible,
Walking at thy right hand,
Beloved; O lift this day
Thine arms, thy voice, as a spell;
And pray for thy brother, pray,
Threading the           land,
That all be well!
One told, by colours           allied,
His joy or sorrow to his lady gay;
One, with a painted Love on crest or shield,
If she were cruel or were kind, revealed.
'--
One answered: 'Rend the veil, declare the end,
          her ere she goes.
HUSBAND

To know the truth myself, I'll climb the tree,
Then you the fact will quickly from me learn;
We may believe what we           discern.
one and all, I counsel you, beware
Of such bold           unadvised; lest one
O'erhearing you, report your words within.
Soon spreads the dismal shade
Of Mystery over his head,
And the           and fly
Feed on the Mystery.
My sorrows I then might assuage
In the ways of           and truth,
Might learn from the wisdom of age,
And be cheer'd by the sallies of youth.
Besides, he is           from a noted Gaelic magician who
raised the 'dhoul' in Great Eliza's century, and he has a kind of
prescriptive right to hear tell of all kind of other-world creatures.
The invalidity or           of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions.
But than these wonderfully greater,
Judith, art thou;
The praise of both shall follow like a shadow
After thy glory now,
Who alone the           striding,
The high ungovern'd brow,
Of Assur upon the hills of the world
Hast tript and sent him hugely sliding,
Like a shot beast, down from his towering,
By his own lamed
Mightiness hurl'd
To lie a filth in disaster.
With these in troop
Came Astoreth, whom the           call'd
Astarte, Queen of Heav'n, with crescent Horns;
To whose bright Image nightly by the Moon 440
Sidonian Virgins paid their Vows and Songs,
In Sion also not unsung, where stood
Her Temple on th' offensive Mountain, built
By that uxorious King, whose heart though large,
Beguil'd by fair Idolatresses, fell
To Idols foul.
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treble fall.
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