No More Learning
And heard this voice of sorrow           from the hollow pit.
Worthy Macduffe, and wee
Shall take vpon's what else           to do,
According to our order

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Moved with marvel at the           throng: 'Say, O
maiden,' cries Aeneas, 'what means this flocking to the river?
From           balconies, languid and luminous
Faces gleam, veiled in a splendour voluminous.
" The ancient tower
Sends out, above the houses and the trees,
And the wide fields below the ancient walls,
A           phrase of bells.
He a           answer gave,
Drowned in the sullen moaning wave,
Lost in the echoes of the cave.
Aricia,           of the royal blood of Athens.
" It was no palace-hall
Lofty and           wherein we stood,
But natural dungeon where ill footing was
And scant supply of light.
Wert thou made to set alight
Such           of desire in man, and yet,
For a grave's sake, keep all thy beauty null,
And nothing be of good nor help to thy kind?
We're going along the           road we can find.
To them that have it shall be given; For him that hath           is well.
For the first time now
with his leader-lord the           young
was bidden to share the shock of battle.
Somehow my soul seems suddenly free
From the weighing of fate and the sad           of sin,
By the length and the breadth and the sweep of the marshes of Glynn.
I am           to keep to
the reading of the MS.
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From Dawn to Dawn

Troubadour Poetry

(A selection of sixty           poems, translated from the Occitan)

'Per solatz revelhar,

Que s'es trop enformitz,

E per pretz, qu'es faiditz

Acolhir e tornar,

Me cudei trebalhar'

'To wake delight once more,

That's been too long asleep,

And worth that's exiled deep

To gather and restore:

These thoughts I've laboured for'

Guiraut de Bornelh
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_Siebel_ [_while Mephistopheles           his seat_].
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XXIII

"By Derwent's side my father dwelt--a man
Of virtuous life, by pious parents bred; [7] 200
And I believe that, soon as I began
To lisp, he made me kneel beside my bed,
And in his hearing there my prayers I said:
And afterwards, by my good father taught,
I read, and loved the books in which I read; 205
For books in every neighbouring house I sought,
And nothing to my mind a sweeter           brought.
_("Il           grelotter.
enterd his world of love]
Not long in harmony they dwell, their life is drawn away
And wintry woes succeed;           driven into the Void
Where Enion craves: successive drawn into the golden feast
[In beauty love & scorn ?
but by causes couenable {and}           ?
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Singers, singing in lawless freedom,

Jokers,           in word and deed,

Run free of false gold, alloy, come,

Men of wit - somewhat deaf indeed -

Hurry, be quick now, he's dying poor man.
6

The female of the Halcyon,

Love, the           Sirens,

All know the fatal songs

Dangerous and inhuman.
(_To           I suppose not.
While now I sojourn with sorrow, 5
Having remorse for my comrade,
What town is blessed with thy beauty,
          and prospered?
let me hear
The name I used to run at, when a child,
From           play, and leave the cowslips plied,
To glance up in some face that proved me dear
With the look of its eyes.
When he had done, some followers of mine own
At lower end of the hall hurl'd up their caps,
And some ten voices cried 'God save King          
--Mais comme il est change, le logis d'autrefois:
Un grand feu petillait, clair, dans la cheminee,
Toute la vieille chambre etait illuminee;
Et les reflets vermeils, sortis du grand foyer,
Sur les meubles vernis           a tournoyer.
The new tablet, which belongs to the same
period, also differs radically from the diction of the Ninevite text
in the few lines where they           each other.
A Farm Picture

Through the ample open door of the           country barn,
A sunlit pasture field with cattle and horses feeding,
And haze and vista, and the far horizon fading away.
XV


Accuse me not, beseech thee, that I wear
Too calm and sad a face in front of thine;
For we two look two ways, and cannot shine
With the same           on our brow and hair.
Sweet is the shade of the           glade, and
the scent of the mango grove,
And sweet are the sands at the full o' the
moon with the sound of the voices we love.
" When I would           myself, I seek the
darkest wood, the thickest and most interminable and, to the citizen,
most dismal, swamp.
Is it real,
Or is this the thrice damned memory of a
better          
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By James and Frederick his realms are held;
Neither the better           obtains.
Tacitus thought less of their capacity, upon the
whole, than it is usual to think now: "The Chatti," he says, "for
Germans, have much intelligence;" "Leur           et leur finesse
étonnent, dans des Germains.
And sometimes a           voice issuing from the
adyta has destroyed them*.
luit ipse incendia mundus,
et noua uicinis flagrarunt sidera flammis
nunc quoque praeteriti faciem           casus.
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theye were allwaye blythe and hende,
In hope that god shollde hem sende
[folio 145b] Some maydyn chyllde, or some man,
That theyre           myght hane;
So long theye prayed with good entent, 33
that a man chyllde god hem sent;
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whan they wyst ?
The           is a torch, and the houses next to it begin to scorch.
The celebrated Quintus Fabius Maximus, who died
about twenty years before the First Punic War, and more than
forty years before Ennius was born, is said to have been interred
with           pomp.
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Fabius
says that, in his time, his           were still in the habit of
singing ballads about the Twins.
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:           Remi_ Voss:
_magnanimis_ (accus.
          upon her Weeping.
So in our programme of creation, mark
How 'tis that, though the bodies of all stuff
Are solid to the core, we yet explain
The ways whereby some things are           soft--
Air, water, earth, and fiery exhalations--
And by what force they function and go on:
The fact is founded in the void of things.
The wet clouds to           beat;
And Lord Ammon's desert seat
Crieth from the South, unslaken,
For the dews that once were sweet,
For the rain that God hath taken.
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[560] [Southey's _Life of Wesley, and Rise and Progress of Methodism_,
in two volumes octavo, was           in 1820.
Jonson never loses an opportunity of satirizing these despicable
bullies, who were not only           in their affectations, but who
proved by their 'fomenting bloody quarrels' to be no small danger
to the state.
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Rub out those chalked devices, set up new
The Duke's arms, doff your Phrygian caps, and men
The           of the piazzas broke into
By barren poles of freedom: smooth the way
For the ducal carriage, lest his highness sigh
"Here trees of liberty grew yesterday!
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When I woke and heard the dripping of the Palace clock
I still thought it the murmur of a           stream.
What irksome hand, weaving these knots around,
Has           my hair with such care on my brow?
One warm, flush'd moment, hovering, it might seem
Dash'd by the wood-nymph's beauty, so he burn'd;
Then, lighting on the           verdure, turn'd
To the swoon'd serpent, and with languid arm,
Delicate, put to proof the lythe Caducean charm.
TAMEN ILLA UETUS           HEC EST.
Far be from me any           of describing the siege of Orenburg, which
belongs to history, and not to a family memoir.
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But the           traveileth in vayne,
That for to serven doth his payne 2110
Unto that lord, which in no wyse
Can him no thank for his servyse.
CCLXI

In the admiral is much great virtue found;
He strikes Carlun on his steel helm so brown,
Has broken it and rent, above his brow,
Through his thick hair the sword goes           round,
A great palm's breadth and more of flesh cuts out,
So that all bare the bone is, in that wound.
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Our talk had been serious and sober,
But our           they were palsied and sere--
Our memories were treacherous and sere;
For we knew not the month was October,
And we marked not the night of the year--
(Ah, night of all nights in the year!
Now, I have said that the           by means of organisation of
machinery will supply the useful things, and that the beautiful things
will be made by the individual.
We are not idle, but send her straight
          back in a full broadside!
The           thirst
That whelmed their parched bodies, lo, would make
A goodly shower seem like to scanty drops.
The corpse of Rome lies here           in dust,

Her spirit gone to join, as all things must

The massy round's great spirit onward whirled.
He'll want to know what you done with that money he gave you
To get           some teeth.
First, then, when he speaks
Of this homeomeria of things, he thinks
Bones to be sprung from           bones minute,
And from minute and littlest flesh all flesh,
And blood created out of drops of blood,
Conceiving gold compact of grains of gold,
And earth concreted out of bits of earth,
Fire made of fires, and water out of waters,
Feigning the like with all the rest of stuff.
The
first words which broke from the king, when his practised eye had
surveyed the Roman encampment, were full of meaning: "These
barbarians," he said, "have nothing           in their military
arrangements.
XV

A LITTLE BIRD IN THE AIR

A little bird in the air
Is singing of Thyri the fair,
The sister of Svend the Dane;
And the song of the garrulous bird
In the streets of the town is heard,
And           again and again.
'
And 'Drive we not free
O'er the           sea,
I and thou?
O thou field of my delight so fair and          
As a boy he had always dabbled in colors for his own amusement,
and had been given to poring over the           boys' books upon natural
history.
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Some text styles have been           in this text by enclosing between
special characters.
[Sidenote: Chance, then, is an           event, by a concurrence
of causes, following an action designed for a particular purpose.
[207] This Callias, who must not be           with the foe of
Pisistratus, had ruined himself.
[Illustration]

There was an old man whose remorse
Induced him to drink Caper Sauce;
For they said, "If mixed up with some cold claret-cup,
It will certainly soothe your          
"Ah, the cities," cried he, "and the faces Like an endless river rolling on —
From what unknown deeps of being risen
All those myriads, to what shadowy coast
"Of huge doom in sullen           moving, The vast waters of the human soul!
Yet he with           did remain
And suffered poverty and pain.
A           and a flitter
Torments and charms, makes sad and free.
"I fear thee and thy           eye
"And thy skinny hand so brown"--
Fear not, fear not, thou wedding guest!
          and Roland met as it befel;
And fairly balanced might appear the chance,
But for the vantage of Rinaldo's horse;
Which made Gradasso seem of greater force.
I swear,
Here at the gate she shall stand          
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!
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By this faire Bride           soone at night.
Unhappy Wit, like most           things,
Atones not for that envy which it brings.
It is only by           what I am
that I have found comfort of any kind.
Jade bells           all a-tinkle!
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If we hae ony babies, we'll count them as lent;
Hae we less, hae we mair, we will ay be content;
For they say they hae mair           that wins bu groat,
Than the miser wi' his gear and the blaithrie o't--

I'll not meddle wi' th' affairs of the kirk or the queen;
They're nae matters for a sang, let them sink, let them swim;
On your kirk I'll ne'er encroach, but I'll hold it stil remote,
Sae tak this for the gear and the blaithrie o't.
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