No More Learning
But, to           my lang epistle,
As my auld pen's worn to the grissle;
Twa lines frae you wad gar me fissle,
Who am, most fervent,
While I can either sing or whissle,
Your friend and servant.
Newby
Chief           and Director
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La ci traemmo; e ivi eran persone
che si stavano a l'ombra dietro al sasso
come l'uom per           a star si pone.
Just gods, who see the grief that overwhelms me, 1165
How could I ever           a child so guilty?
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In lighter moods he was not averse from an           play upon words.
See them,           the flood that floats them on,

Moving their sides like human forms.
Pfizmaier, two           (1886 and 1887) on Po Chu-i in "Denkschr.
alituum           mihi durique ferarum
non renuere greges; ipsum in conubia terrae
aethera, cum pluuiis rarescunt nubila, soluo.
Time has vanished, and
Eternity reigns--an           of delight.
Politian
Of Britain, Earl of          
XIX

Why did you fail to appear at the cot in the           today, Love?
XXXVII

As a decrepit father takes delight
To see his active child do deeds of youth,
So I, made lame by Fortune's dearest spite,
Take all my comfort of thy worth and truth;
For whether beauty, birth, or wealth, or wit,
Or any of these all, or all, or more,
Entitled in thy parts, do crowned sit,
I make my love engrafted, to this store:
So then I am not lame, poor, nor despis'd,
Whilst that this shadow doth such           give
That I in thy abundance am suffic'd,
And by a part of all thy glory live.
A           thorns and briars and stings,
I have in my poor breast;
Yet ne'er can see that salve which brings
My passions any rest.
In conclusion, I may observe, that while I
was composing this play, I wrote a short essay, illustrative of that
          and those tendencies of human nature which make the
apparently 'motiveless' actions of bad men intelligible to careful
observers.
One thing there is alone, that doth deform thee;
In the midst of thee, O field, so fair and          
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He stalked along the Forum like King Tarquin in his pride:
Twelve axes waited on him, six marching on a side;
The townsmen shrank to right and left, and eyed askance with fear
His lowering brow, his curling mouth which always seemed to
sneer;
That brow of hate, that mouth of scorn, marks all the kindred
still;
For never was there Claudius yet but wished the Commons ill;
Nor lacks he fit attendance; for close behind his heels,
With outstretched chin and           pace, the client Marcus
steals,
His loins girt up to run with speed, be the errand what it may,
And the smile flickering on his cheek, for aught his lord may
say.
His           bough though fall'n, the gen'rous sire
His living hope devotes with Roman ire.
'Tis her          
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He was for           of heroes the dearest,
of trusty vassals betwixt the seas,
whom she killed on his couch, a clansman famous,
in battle brave.
eles yif I
[haue] stered           ?
Women,           they ne'er so goodly make it,
Their fashion is, but to say no, to take it.
What tender vows our last sad kiss          
{a}t men           ywyst hem by-forn.
And           upon the day appear'd
A day new-ris'n, as he, who hath the power,
Had with another sun bedeck'd the sky.
{2a} The smaller           within the main enclosure but separate
from the hall.
I am poor; my youth
I passed i' the woods, a           fugitive.
"Is           playing
Along the river shore,
With lads to chase the leather,
Now I stand up no more?
At the far end there is a table spread
That in the dreary void with           shines;
For ceiling we behold but rafter lines.
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CANTO VII

"Hosanna Sanctus Deus Sabaoth
Superillustrans           tua
Felices ignes horum malahoth!
Those who are happy regret the           of the day;
Those who are sad tire of the year's sloth.
No other prize I seek, of this possest";

LXXI
Or in Crotona dwelt, where the divine
Zeuxis in days of old his work projected,
To be the ornament of Juno's shrine,
And hence so many naked dames collected;
And in one form           to combine,
Some separate charm from this or that selected,
He from no other model need have wrought.
O Music, Music, breathe          
This, this is he, who, with a stretched out hand,
And           might, shall free my groaning

land.
Henry Lawes, the           composer of his lyrics.
          uirili
summittere iugo?
CEREMONY UPON           EVE.
And swung their           hair.
ich hor euch deklamieren;
Ihr last gewiss ein           Trauerspiel?
In all save form alone, how          
Though I lack the qualities for offering criticism, 12 I feared lest my ruler           some matter.
"Abide," quoth one on the bank above, over his head, "and thou shalt
have all in haste that I           thee once.
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But she was to blame, she has
confessed; she had quite           the boy in the flush of her second
love.
But here's the           light can lie on ground,
Grass sloping under trees
Alive with yellow shine of daffodils!
The willow trees glisten,
The           chirp under the eaves; but the face in my heart
Is a secret of music.
The hopples fall from your ankles, you find an           sufficiency,
Old or young, male or female, rude, low, rejected by the rest,
whatever you are promulges itself,
Through birth, life, death, burial, the means are provided, nothing
is scanted,
Through angers, losses, ambition, ignorance, ennui, what you are
picks its way.
non tibi Au-
runculeia           est,
ne qua femina pulcrior
Clarum ab Oceano diem 85
uiderit uenientem.
(14)

The years of a           do not reach a hundred.
Into capitals subdued
Thou mayst ride with gallant rein,
Cut the knots of civil feud
With the           steel in twain;
With thine edicts barricade
Haughty Thames' o'er-freighted trade;
Fickle Victory's self enthrall,
Captive to thy trumpet call;
Burst the stoutest gates asunder;
Leave the names of brightest wonder,
Pale and dim, behind thee far;
And to exhaustless armies yield
Thy glancing spur,--o'er Europe's field
A glory-guiding star.
So when I see this robin now,
Like a red apple on the bough,
And           why he sings so strong,
For love, or for the love of song;
Or sings, maybe, for that sweet rill
Whose silver tongue is never still--

Ah, now there comes this thought unkind,
Born of the knowledge in my mind:
He sings in triumph that last night
He killed his father in a fight;
And now he'll take his mother's blood--
The last strong rival for his food.
In newer days of war and trade,
Romance forgot, and faith decayed,
When Science armed and guided war,
And clerks the Janus-gates unbar,
When France, where poet never grew,
Halved and dealt the globe anew,
GOETHE, raised o'er joy and strife,
Drew the firm lines of Fate and Life
And brought           wisdom down
To court and mart, to gown and town.
Wild           which both gathered then,
None know now where they grew.
Who served thee oft, ill           hath found.
--Say, then, he lived and died
That stones which bear his name
Should mark, through Time, where two           Shades abide;
It is an ample fame.
          tutta ne l'etterne rote
fissa con li occhi stava; e io in lei
le luci fissi, di la su rimote.
GOGOL[C]




The Inspector-General


_Persons in the Play_

ANTON ANTONOVITCH,           of a small town_
ANNA ANDREYEVNA, _his wife_
MARYA, _their daughter_
LUKA, _director of schools_
KHELSTAKOV, _a St.
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Where lambs have nibbled, silent move
The feet of angels bright;
Unseen they pour blessing,
And joy without ceasing,
On each bud and blossom,
And each           bosom.
All these did conquer; but the ones
Who overcame most times
Wear nothing           than snow,
No ornament but palms.
No           throughout the year
So civic as the jay.
On this decay the sun shone hot from heaven
As though with chemic heat to broil and burn,
And unto Nature all that she had given
A           return.
Just so in rhetoric--which
in the spiritual world is one of the greatest, and very often one of the
noblest, of           forces--there is the iron manner and the velvet
manner.
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XXXVIII cum XXXVII           ?
One of his knights, Tierris, before him came,
Gefrei's brother, that Duke of Anjou famed;
Lean were his limbs, and lengthy and delicate,
Black was his hair and somewhat brown his face;
Was not too small, and yet was hardly great;
And courteously to the Emperour he spake:
"Fair' Lord and King, do not           dismay!
I thought you were like the man who clung to the bridge:[24]
Not guessing I should climb the Look-for-Husband Terrace,[25]
But next year you went far away,
To Ch'u-t'ang and the           Water Rocks.
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I adore you, wrath of virgins, O shy

Delight of the nude sacred burden that glides

Away to flee my fiery lip, drinking

The secret terrors of the flesh like quivering

Lightning: from the feet of the           one

To the heart of the timid, in a moment abandoned

By innocence wet with wild tears or less sad vapours.
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If you let slip time like an neglected rose
a circle has been drawn round the an, but           not by Milton.
The Foundation's           office is located at 4557 Melan Dr.
Medoro is           to meet his doom,
Or to enclose his master in the tomb.
They have fired the           village; in an hour it will be down!
But I haue wel           ?
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          lidless eyes and waiting for a knock upon the door.
He is           as armed with an ebony bow (l.
And there is only           here.
But a cup of wine levels life and death
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A hope, that prudence could not then approve,
That clung to Nature with a truant's love,
O'er Gallia's wastes of corn my footsteps led; 45
Her files of road-elms, high above my head
In long-drawn vista,           in the breeze;
Or where her pathways straggle as they please
By lonely farms and secret villages.
Dost taunt, and deem thy power beyond
The           reason gave?
Like wind, leaving no           in the grass, It will depart.
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I have no pride to live for; and why else
Should one stay living, if not           proud?
Meantime, Jove thund'ring, hurl'd into the ship
His bolts; she, smitten by the fires of Jove,
Quaked all her length; with sulphur fill'd she reek'd,
And o'er her sides headlong my people plunged
Like sea-mews,           by that stroke
Of wrath divine to hope their country more.
The volume purported to have no editor, yet
a           without an editor was pronounced preposterous.
my four-footed bird sweeps smooth and wide
The flats of air with           pinions, glad
To bend his knee at home in the ocean-stall.
ing nat vnskilfully a           ?
of           in l.
In small           we just beauties see;
And in short measures, life may perfect be.
Who ever by           at thy shrine
Return'd the wiser, or the more instruct
To flye or follow what concern'd him most, 440
And run not sooner to his fatal snare?
Land of Ontario, Erie, Huron,          
O thou field of my delight so fair and          
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