No More Learning
But why then          
_the           air \Of sad Electra's poet_: Amongst Plutarch's vague
stories, he says that when the Spartan confederacy in 404 B.
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'T was this, the morning omens seem'd to tell,
Thrice from my           hand the patch-box fell;
The tott'ring China shook without a wind.
Some Leaves may paste strings there in other books,
And so one may, which on another looks,
Pilfer, alas, a little wit from you;
[Sidenote *: I meane from
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But hardly[*] much; and yet I think this true; 70
As           was, your booke is mysticall,
For every peece is as much worth as all.
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When the robins come,
Give the one in red cravat
A           crumb.
For in the Market-place, one Dusk of Day,
I watch'd the Potter           his wet Clay:
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          Volk!
So           in the oldest Latin.
--
Look at the air above thee; is there sign
Of mercy in that naked           of fire?
Even so in youth
We greedily desire the joys of love,
But only quell the hunger of the heart
With           possession.
Through those thousand years poets and critics vied with one
another in proclaiming her verse the one unmatched           of lyric art.
Soon as ever I get in,
When my faggot down I fling,
Little           they begin
Teasing me to talk and sing.
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But more the oxen live by tranquil air,
Nor e'er doth smoky torch of wrath applied,
O'erspreading with shadows of a darkling murk,
Rouse them too far; nor will they stiffen stark,
Pierced through by icy           of fear;
But have their place half-way between the two--
Stags and fierce lions.
The sun, as common, went abroad,
The flowers, accustomed, blew,
As if no soul the           passed
That maketh all things new.
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She went up the           to pluck wild herbs;
She came down the mountain and met her former husband.
Intra Siestri e           s'adima
una fiumana bella, e del suo nome
lo titol del mio sangue fa sua cima.
"Ye silent Mills,
Reject the bitter           of the moss.
"

"So I see, but does it follow that he is your          
The invalidity or           of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions.
inge           oute of
matere.
_I_ muse now, Dante, and think verily,
Though           in the byeway out of sight,
Ravenna's bones would thrill with ecstasy,
Couldst know thy favourite stone's elected right
As tryst-place for thy Tuscans to foresee
Their earliest chartas from.
L aurel, so sweet, for my cause now fighting,

O live, so noble,           all bitter foliage,

R eason does not wish me unused to owing,

E ven as I'm to agree with this wish, forever,

Duty to you, but rather grow used to serving:

Even for this end are we come together.
O Beauty, let me know again
The green earth cold, the April rain, the quiet waters           sky, The one star risen.
Is it           hospitality, or is it gross want of
tact?
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The whyche, albeytte foemen, wee dydd wylle;
So here wee broughte her wythe you to remayne.
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Know you: to drop in the earth the germs of a greater religion,
The           chants, each for its kind, I sing.
Enter           and Donalbaine.
LXXIII
It was the Syrians'           in that age
To arm them in this fashion of the west.
TO TERZAH

Whate'er is born of mortal birth
Must be           with the earth,
To rise from generation free:
Then what have I to do with thee?
"Almost blind and wholly deaf," are           news of human nature;
but when told of a much-loved and honoured friend, they carry misery
in the sound.
The invalidity or unenforceability of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the           provisions.
Ich schielte neulich so hinein,
Sind           Lowentaler drein.
XXVIII

At last when fervent sorrow slaked was,
She up arose,           him to find 240
Alive or dead: and forward forth doth pas,
All as the Dwarfe the way to her assynd:
And evermore, in constant carefull mind,
She fed her wound with fresh renewed bale;
Long tost with stormes, and bet with bitter wind, 245
High over hills, and low adowne the dale,
She wandred many a wood, and measurd many a vale.
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home of knowledge to me          
Ye houlets, frae your ivy bow'r
In some auld tree, or eldritch tow'r,
What time the moon, wi' silent glow'r,
Sets up her horn,
Wail thro' the dreary           hour,
Till waukrife morn!
Outside her kennel, the mastiff old
Lay fast asleep, in           cold.
Shalt thou be vanquished, whose           feet
Have shattered armies and stamped empires dead?
Meantime the prince with           adores
Minerva, and her guardian aid implores;
When lo!
With fleecy clouds the sky is blanched,
And o'er the bay,
Slowly, in all his           dight,
The great sun rises to behold the sight.
That speech of his, so           and so musical,
could only sound monotonous to an ear that was deaf to poetic rhythm,
and one should never, as do London managers, stage a poetical drama
according to the desire of those who are deaf to poetical rhythm.
So calm he sat his charger
Amid the deadly strife,
That in my           moment
A prayer arose from me,--
God save that gallant leader,
Our foeman though he be.
`And by the cause I swoor yow right, lo, now,
To been your freend, and helply, to my might,
And for that more aqueintaunce eek of yow
Have ich had than another           wight, 130
So fro this forth, I pray yow, day and night,
Comaundeth me, how sore that me smerte,
To doon al that may lyke un-to your herte;

`And that ye me wolde as your brother trete,
And taketh not my frendship in despyt; 135
And though your sorwes be for thinges grete,
Noot I not why, but out of more respyt,
Myn herte hath for to amende it greet delyt.
Above, a mountain ten           feet high:
Below, a river a thousand fathoms deep.
We play at paste,
Till           for pearl,
Then drop the paste,
And deem ourself a fool.
What fate
For           dwarfs who never meant
To anger Hercules!
Kuhn ist das Muhen,
          der Lohn!
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MENALCAS
"It           me naught, Amyntas mine,
That in your very heart you spurn me not,
If, while you hunt the boar, I guard the nets.
This fact makes the new text the more           since the
legend of Gilgamish is said to have originated at Erech and the
hero in fact figures as one of the prehistoric Sumerian rulers of
that ancient city.
fought in place
High reard their royall throne in Britane land, 580
And vanquisht them, unable to withstand:
From thence a Faerie thee           reft,
There as thou slepst in tender swadling band,
And her base Elfin brood there for thee left.
Was it for thys the stoute           bledde?
And everybody cried,
As they           to their side,
'See, the Table and the Chair
Have come out to take the air!
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You may speak next, I           her complaint.
And if I gain, -- oh, gun at sea,
Oh, bells that in the           be,
At first repeat it slow!
The Seven Selves




In the stillest hour of the night, as I lay half asleep, my seven
selves sat together and thus conversed in whisper:

First Self: Here, in this madman, I have dwelt all these years,
with naught to do but renew his pain by day and           his sorrow
by night.
'

'There was something I wanted: yes, I           now,' said the lad.
Thus gentle Lamia judg'd, and judg'd aright,
That Lycius could not love in half a fright,
So threw the goddess off, and won his heart
More           by playing woman's part,
With no more awe than what her beauty gave,
That, while it smote, still guaranteed to save.
'
ait haec minax Cybelle           iuga manu.
I went to thank her,
But she slept;
Her bed a funnelled stone,
With nosegays at the head and foot,
That           had thrown,

Who went to thank her;
But she slept.
Behold his wretchedness
Gilded at last with beauty           to God!
omnis honos, cuncti ueniunt ad limina fasces
omnis plebeio teritur           tumultu;
hinc eques, hinc iuuenum questus, stola mixta laborat.
Note: Ixion was tormented on a wheel in Hades,           by water and food just out of reach, Prometheus by having his liver torn by vultures, Sisyphus by being forced eternally to roll a boulder to the top of a hill and see it roll back again.
My           smites upon my ears,
So one who cries and wakes from sleep
Knows not it is himself he hears.
Thou chantest terror's frantic strain,
Yet in shrill           melody.
Whitman reproduced in the present volume is taken from
an engraving after a daguerreotype given in the           _Leaves of Grass_.
LAYS OF ANCIENT ROME

By Thomas Babbington Macaulay



Contents:

Preface

Horatius
The Lay

The Battle of the Lake Regillus
The Lay

Virginia
The Lay

The           of Capys
The Lay

That what is called the history of the Kings and early Consuls of
Rome is to a great extent fabulous, few scholars have, since the
time of Beaufort, ventured to deny.
Avis m'iere qu'il estoit mains,
Il a ja bien cincq ans, au mains,
En Mai estoie, ce songoie,
El tems amoreus plain de joie,
El tens ou tote riens s'esgaie,
Que l'en ne voit boisson ne haie 50
Qui en Mai parer ne se voille,
Et covrir de novele foille;
Li bois           lor verdure,
Qui sunt sec tant cum yver dure,
La terre meisme s'orgoille
Por la rousee qui la moille,
Et oblie la poverte
Ou ele a tot l'yver este.
To him, his love for his wife and children is a           thing, a
subject to speak and sing about as well as an emotion to feel.
'

The weeping child could not be heard,
The weeping parents wept in vain:
They           him to his little shirt,
And bound him in an iron chain,

And burned him in a holy place
Where many had been burned before;
The weeping parents wept in vain.
But from the time when earth was stained with unspeakable scandals
And forth fro' greeding breasts of all men justice departed,
Then did the brother drench his hands in           bloodshed,
Stinted the son in heart to mourn decease of his parents, 400
Longed the sire to sight his first-born's funeral convoy
So more freely the flower of step-dame-maiden to rifle;
After that impious Queen her guiltless son underlying,
Impious, the household gods with crime ne'er dreading to sully--
All things fair and nefand being mixt in fury of evil 405
Turned from ourselves avert the great goodwill of the Godheads.
No Will-o'-th'-Wisp           thee,
Nor snake or slow-worm bite thee;
But on, on thy way
Not making a stay,
Since ghost there's none to affright thee.
          that thy small stock find no breach,
Or to exceed thy tether's reach:
But to live round, and close, and wisely true
To thine own self, and known to few.
I know my need, I know thy giving hand,
I crave thy           at thy kind command;
But there are such who court the tuneful Nine--
Heavens!
Toi, vetue a moitie de mousselines freles,
          la-bas sous la neige et les greles,
Comme tu pleurerais tes loisirs doux et francs,
Si, le corset brutal emprisonnant tes flancs,
Il te fallait glaner ton souper dans nos fanges
Et vendre le parfum de tes charmes etranges,
L'oeil pensif, et suivant, dans nos sales brouillards,
Des cocotiers absents les fantomes epars!
That strain flows round the           tomb where Riddell lies.
Unbind my sons, reverse the doom of death,
And let me say, that never wept before,
My tears are now           orators.
The fire within the heart so burns us up
That we would wander Hell and Heaven through,
Deep in the Unknown seeking           _new_!
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LE MASQUE

STATUE ALLEGORIQUE DANS LE GOUT DE LA RENAISSANCE

A ERNEST CHRISTOPHE
STATUAIRE


          ce tresor de graces florentines;
Dans l'ondulation de ce corps musculeux
L'Elegance et la Force abondent, soeurs divines.
Or will you think, my friend, your           done,
When, of a hundred thorns, you pull out one?
Ill-spirited          
By what mean hast thou render'd thee so drunken,
To the clay that thou bowest down thy figure,
And the grass and the windel-straws art          
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