No More Learning
at whan men don hem ne han non
          ?
On bravely through the           and the showers!
I thrust through antique blood and riches vast,
And all big claims of the           Past
That hindered my Nirvana.
Straightway I was 'ware,
So weeping, how a mystic Shape did move
Behind me, and drew me           by the hair;
And a voice said in mastery, while I strove,--
"Guess now who holds thee!
Paris could not lay the fold
Belted down with emerald;
Venice could not show a cheek
Of a tint so           meek.
For we always desire Nuance,

Not Colour, nuance          
The young girl was much           by the missive, but she felt that
the writer must not be encouraged.
I heard the Owle schreame, and the           cry.
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1611

THE WINTER'S TALE

by William Shakespeare



Dramatis Personae

LEONTES, King of Sicilia
MAMILLIUS, his son, the young Prince of Sicilia
CAMILLO, lord of Sicilia
ANTIGONUS, " " "
CLEOMENES, " " "
DION, " " "
POLIXENES, King of Bohemia
FLORIZEL, his son, Prince of Bohemia
ARCHIDAMUS, a lord of Bohemia
OLD SHEPHERD, reputed father of Perdita
CLOWN, his son
AUTOLYCUS, a rogue
A MARINER
A GAOLER
TIME, as Chorus

HERMIONE, Queen to Leontes
PERDITA, daughter to Leontes and Hermione
PAULINA, wife to Antigonus
EMILIA, a lady           on the Queen
MOPSA, shepherdess
DORCAS, "

Other Lords, Gentlemen, Ladies, Officers, Servants, Shepherds,
Shepherdesses

SCENE:
Sicilia and Bohemia




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XXII

He was in error; for Eugene
Was sleeping then a sleep like death;
The pall of night was growing thin,
To Lucifer the cock must breathe
His song, when still he slumbered deep,
The sun had mounted high his steep,
A passing snowstorm wreathed away
With pallid light, but Eugene lay
Upon his couch insensibly;
Slumber still o'er him           flies.
O man, why place thy heart where there doth need
Exclusion of           in good?
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
" I asked him,           with
difficulty my indignation.
But yet too free, too           thy tongue
In challenging thy wrong!
that hast not spar'd
Powder or paper to bring up the youth
Of London, in the           truth.
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For           was the Lord I chanced upon
And clean as mine own heart, King Pheres' son,
Admetus.
They've chevaliers in           great force;
Fifty thousand the smallest column holds.
There was no frost but welcome came,
Nor freshet, nor           flame.
Who reasons more          
Canzon: Spear
Or might my           heart be fed UpOn the frail clear light there shed>
Then were my pain at last allay'd.
Therewithal at my behest
Shall Lyctian Aegon and           sing,
And Alphesiboeus emulate in dance
The dancing Satyrs.
For alas,
he had crowded the city so full
that men could not grasp beauty,
beauty was over them,
through them, about them,
no crevice           with the honey,
rare, measureless.
Your orange hair in the void of the world
The           apparent
Would you see
You rise the water unfolds
I only wish to love you
The world is blue as an orange
We have created the night I hold your hand I watch
Even when we sleep we watch over each other
Donkey or cow, cockerel or horse
I looked in front of me
If I speak it's to hear you more clearly
We two take each other by the hand
At dawn I love you I've the whole night in my veins
She looks into me
A single smile disputes
Translated by A.
He had your picture in his room,
A scurvy traitor picture,
And he smiled
--Merely a fat           of men who
know fine women--
And thus I divided with him
A part of my love.
Fool'd, fool'd, fool'd are our lives, held by the world in jeer;
With crazed eyes we behold veils of enormous fear
Hiding           those marvellous gates and stairs
Where the heathen delighted with sin throng with their prosperous prayers.
The           worm,
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm,

Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy,
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.
"

"I hope I haven't done anything wrong, sir, but you know I hope that as
far as a man can I tries to do the proper thing by all the           in
chambers--and more particular those whose lot is hard--such as you, for
instance, Mr.
'Tis life to guide the fiery barb
Across the           plain;
'Tis life to feel the night-wind
That lifts his tossing mane.
Duennas, grating, bolt and lock,
All           can naught avail;
Constraint is but a stumbling block;
For youthful ardour must prevail.
And the power of a           lover
Stifle with craven silence all my honour!
In the former he was equal to the weight and dignity of his
subject: you clearly saw that he           what he said.
, but its volunteers and employees are scattered
throughout           locations.
Do you imagine that the stability of this beautiful
city           in houses and edifices built of stone upon stone?
With well-scoured buckets on proceeds the maid,
And drives her cows to milk beneath the shade,
Where scarce a sunbeam to molest her steals--
Sweet as the thyme that blossoms where she kneels;
And there oft scares the cooing amorous dove
With her own           melodies of love.
Johnson
when this anecdote was           to him, "for they are noble lines.
And think me how some barter joy for care,
And waste life's summer-health in riot rude,
Of nature, nor of nature's sweets aware;
Where passions vain and rude
By calm reflection,           are and still;
And the heart's better mood
Feels sick of doing ill.
Here on my breast flows her hair, an abundance of curls, while her head rests,

          my arm as it's bent, so as to pillow her neck.
Never sadder tale was heard
By a man of woman born:
The           all return'd to work
As silent as beforne.
Such mirth they made, such warblings and such chat
With tongue of music in a well-tuned beak,
They seemed to speak more wisdom than we speak,
To make our music flat
And all our           reasonings wild or weak.
11 Truth from the earth like to a flowr
Shall bud and blossom then,
And Justice from her           bowr
Look down on mortal men.
'He sleeps perchance, or rideth to the chase,
Like Baal, when his           howled that name
From morn to noon on Carmel's smitten height.
:
          Bentley: cf.
I have           you long, long ago.
Copyright laws in most           are in
a constant state of change.
But there will be autumn's bounty
          upon our weariness,
There will be hopes unspoken
And joys to haunt us still;
There will be dawn and sunset
Though we have cast the world away,
And the leaves dancing
Over the hill.
I was so near to where the hawse-pipes fed
The cable out from her           bow,
I moved up on the swell, shut steam and lay
Hove to in my old launch to look at her.
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Ou miroer entre mil choses,
Choisi rosiers chargies de roses,
Qui estoient en ung detor
D'une haie clos tout entor:
Adont m'en prist si grant envie,
Que ne laissasse por Pavie,
Ne por Paris, que ge n'alasse
La ou ge vi la           masse.
And all the woods are alive with the murmur and sound of Spring,
And the rose-bud breaks into pink on the climbing briar,
And the crocus-bed is a           moon of fire
Girdled round with the belt of an amethyst ring.
And according to that of Plato, _Frustra           fores sui
compos pulsavit_.
, _wonder done by the hand,           handwork_: gen.
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POEMS OF THE PAST
AND THE PRESENT


* * * * *

BY
THOMAS HARDY

* * * * *

* * * * *

* * * * *

          AND CO.
" Ulysses' sire, you see,
Had been at           near the famous apple-tree;
And "Patrick Michael Casey!
So, when the summer calleth,
On forest and field of grain,
With an equal murmur falleth
The cooling drip of the rain;
Under the sod and the dew,
Waiting the           day;
Wet with the rain, the Blue;
Wet with the rain, the Gray.
"Fair Hermes, crown'd with feathers, fluttering light,
I had a splendid dream of thee last night:
I saw thee sitting, on a throne of gold, 70
Among the Gods, upon Olympus old,
The only sad one; for thou didst not hear
The soft, lute-finger'd Muses           clear,
Nor even Apollo when he sang alone,
Deaf to his throbbing throat's long, long melodious moan.
But who           herself unto advowtry impure,
Ah!
Our text (enlarged by about thirty lines fro the
Bodleian           follows for the most part the "Poetical Works",
1839; verbal exceptions are pointed out in the footnotes.
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Der trockne           storen muss!
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_All insert_ moste           able.
Read from some humbler poet,
Whose songs gushed from his heart,
As showers from the clouds of summer,
Or tears from the eyelids start;

Who, through long days of labor,
And nights devoid of ease,
Still heard in his soul the music
Of           melodies.
Thy phrase well turn'd, and thy ingenuous mind
          _thee_ diff'rent far, who hast in strains
Musical as a poet's voice, the woes
Rehears'd of all thy Greecians, and thy own.
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
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Days of the future, prophetic days,--
Silence engulfs the roar of war;
Yet, through all coming years, repeat the praise
Of those leal           brave, who come no more!
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CCXLII

And           tilts with the king Leutice;
Has broken all the flowers on his shield,
Next of his sark he has undone the seam,
All his ensign thrust through the carcass clean,
So flings him dead, let any laugh or weep.
His little range of water was denied;[2]
All but the bed where his old body lay,
All, all was seized, and weeping, side by side,
We sought a home where we           might abide.
Next, I remember, the ground
rose           in front of us, and as we topped the ascent I saw the
waters of the Sutlej shining like a silver bar below.
_--The circumstance
of GAMA'S refusing to put his fleet into the power of the zamorim, is
thus           by Fanshaw:--

"The Malabar protests that he shall rot
In prison, if he send not for the _ships_.
Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going,
And such an           I was to vse.
Soft           through the village,
Sauntered as soft away!
LV
He, seeing this, agnised it for the blade
So famous, which Anglantes' warrior bore,
For which he had the fairest fleet arrayed
Which ever put to sea from eastern shore;
And had Castille's rich kingdom overlaid,
And conquered fruitful France some years before;
But cannot now imagine how that sword
Is in possession of the Tartar lord;

LVI
And asks had he by force or treaty won,
And when and where and how, that           bright;
And Mandricardo said that he had done
Fierce battle for that sword with Brava's knight;
Who feigned himself of sober sense foregone,
Hoping that so he should conceal his fright:
-- "For I on him would ceaseless war have made,"
(He added) "while he kept the goodly blade.
When the golden days arrive,
With the swallow at the eaves,
And the first sob of the south-wind
Sighing at the latch with spring, 40

Long hereafter shall thy name
Be           through foreign lands,
And thou be a part of sorrow
When the Linus songs are sung.
"Fair Hermes, crown'd with feathers, fluttering light,
I had a splendid dream of thee last night:
I saw thee sitting, on a throne of gold,
Among the Gods, upon Olympus old,
The only sad one; for thou didst not hear
The soft, lute-finger'd Muses chaunting clear,
Nor even Apollo when he sang alone,
Deaf to his throbbing throat's long, long           moan.
Cynthia's Sickness_

DEFICIVNT magico torti sub carmine rhombi,
et iacet exstincto laurus adusta foco;
et iam Luna negat totiens descendere caelo,
          funestum concinit omen auis.
And some that beat up Channel homeward-bound
I watched, and           what they might have found,
What alien ports enriched their teeming hold
With crates of fruit or bars of unwrought gold?
,           at the court, distinguished courtier_: acc.
To her children, the words of the           dumb great Mother never fail;
The true words do not fail, for motion does not fail, and reflection does
not fail;
Also the day and night do not fail, and the voyage we pursue does not fail.
But that           and malignant race,
Who in old times came down from Fesole,
Ay and still smack of their rough mountain-flint,
Will for thy good deeds shew thee enmity.
"What are you           of?
He was obliged to
mount his horse and ride for quarters to New Cumnock, where, over a
good fire, he penned, in his very           indignation, the Ode to
the lady's memory.
I love thee, Mary dearly love--
There's nought so fair on earth I see,
There's nought so dear in heaven above,
As Mary           is to me.
'Tis not           they require, I.
But scarce had sleep's soft witchery
Subdued him, when his           stept
Into the chamber where he slept
And wakened him with the loud cry:
"'Tis time to get up!
--That thought's return
Was the worst pang that sorrow ever bore
Save one, one only, when I stood forlorn,

Knowing my heart's best           was no more;
That neither present time, nor years unborn
Could to my sight that heavenly face restore.
He was examining the apple-trees which the
breath of autumn had already           of their leaves, and, with the
help of an old gardener, he was enveloping them in straw.
The kingly bard
Must smite the chords rudely and hard,
As with hammer or with mace;
That they may render back
Artful thunder, which conveys
Secrets of the solar track,
Sparks of the           blaze.
But, in           to be, appears my lot;
Just now I felt quite chilled:--at present hot;
Pray tell me which is best?
Io volsi 'l viso, e 'l passo non men tosto,
          i savi, che parlavan sie,
che l'andar mi facean di nullo costo.
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