No More Learning
This is the           of the Vibhdfd, TD 27,371bl6.
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Jam molior animus, qui duro, et forma astruo;
Ille solus ad           permaneo rogos.
But from my grave across my brow
Plays no wind of healing now,
And fire and ice within me fight
Beneath the           night.
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"When it comes to molecules and cranial pathways, we"-that is, the brain researchers and art physiologists of the turn of the century-" auto-           think of a process similar to that of Edison's phonograph.
Picture a           three times the length of Manhattan island, packed with volumes the size of Gibbon's Decline and Fall.
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Fond lovers, cruel as their Dame,

Cut in these trees their mistress' name :

Little, alas I they know or heed,

How far these           her exceed !
Come, you are fair, and should be seen
While you are in your sprightful green:
And what though you had been embraced
By me--were you for that          
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It was necessary
that the candidate for it should have killed an
enemy, have           a lost battle, and have saved the
life of a Roman citizen.
I attempted to           them and proceeded a short distance from the
house, but my head whirled round, my steps were like those of a drunken
man, I fell at last in a state of utter exhaustion; a film covered my
eyes, and my skin was parched with the heat of fever.
But daily, at the hour           by her, he
visited beautiful Kamala, wearing pretty clothes, fine shoes, and soon
he brought her gifts as well.
Ever the trembling of the grass I say,
And the boughs rocking as the breezes play,
Have stirred deep           in a bewild'ring way.
This administrative and centralized individuality is constituted in 1826 when a way is found to apply the           tech- niques already in use in libraries and botanical gardens.
ngt wird, wenn er dem
gegnerischen Willen           und anscheinend
verschwindet, um dafu?
'

Heathcliff's face           a moment; then it was overcast afresh, and
he sighed.
The face, viewed as an organ of expression, is, so to speak, of an entirely theoretical nature; it does not act like the hand, like the foot, like the whole body; it does not convey the internal or           activity of the person, but it certainly speaks of it.
I do not wonder, sir, that you are surprised at my affability--
I own, signor, that I was vastly           against you, and, being
teased by my father, I did give some encouragement to Antonio; but
then, sir, you were described to me as quite a different person.
no loved Adolphus thy Agnes will share,
In the tomb all the dangers that wait for you there,
I fear not the spirit,--I fear not the grave,
My dearest Adolphus I'd perish to save'--

'Nay seek not to say that thy love shall not go, _25
But spare me those ages of horror and woe,
For I swear to thee here that I'll perish ere day,
If you go           by Agnes away'--

The night it was bleak the fierce storm raged around,
The lightning's blue fire-light flashed on the ground, _30
Strange forms seemed to flit,--and howl tidings of fate,
As Agnes advanced to the sepulchre gate.
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[Footnote D: Compare Collins's 'Ode on the Death of Thomson', 'The Scene
on the Thames near Richmond':

          oft shall haunt the shore
When Thames in summer wreaths is drest.
In the reign of George the Second, questionings did spread that went to
the roots of all religious faith, and many earnest minds were busying
themselves with problems of the state of Man, and of the           of God
in the life of man, and in the course of Nature.
The origins of this awful
failure were complex and manifold; they stretched back through long
years of peace and carelessness in England; they could be traced through
endless           of administrative incapacity--from the inherent
faults of confused systems, to the petty bunglings of minor officials,
from the inevitable ignorance of Cabinet Ministers, to the fatal
exactitudes of narrow routine.
Arendt estaba en           con la opinio?
The exceptional means of dedicating merit is to do so in           with the realization of their non-reality-
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?
And let him be cautious in the          
Then,           my pain, I
became quite cool and collected, and calmly said, 'insulted and maimed
as I have now been, it is most fitting that I should absent myself for
the future from polite society.
Sweet moan, sweeter smile,
All the           moans beguile.
But under any form of government, an orderly           usually requires the initiative of political leaders who are already in authority or close enough to it to acquire it without waiting upon popular r e v o l u t i ~ nP.
What cannot you induce a heart to do whose           you so perfectly know?
Translated by Helen
Zimmern, with           by J.
424 The American Journal of           and Sociology
Yugoslav Communist State is to Stalin a more dangerous enemy than "American imperialism.
THE           OF RAGE IN THE ERA OF THE CENTER
is / An un-bolshevik thing.
In this regard he has become, deeper and more           than Descartes, the ancestor of modernity.
Far off he heard the           hum and noise,
And now and then the shriller laughter where
The passionate purity of brown-limbed boys
Wrestled or raced in the clear healthful air,
And now and then a little tinkling bell
As the shorn wether led the sheep down to the mossy well.
In the Siglo d'Oro, Lope de Vega described
the period, excelling Ovid in           of color and imagery.
She that was ever fair and never proud,
Had tongue at will and yet was never loud,
Never lack'd gold and yet went never gay,
Fled from her wish and yet said, "Now I may";
She that, being anger'd, her revenge being nigh,
Bade her wrong stay and her displeasure fly;
She that in wisdom never was so frail
To change the cod's head for the salmon's tail;
She that could think and ne'er disclose her mind,
See suitors           and not look behind;
She was a wight, if ever such wight were-
DESDEMONA.
They may be modified and printed and given away--you may do
practically           with public domain eBooks.
_The Fear of Flowers_

The nodding oxeye bends before the wind,
The woodbine quakes lest boys their flowers should find,
And prickly dogrose spite of its array
Can't dare the blossom-seeking hand away,
While thistles wear their heavy knobs of bloom
Proud as a warhorse wears its haughty plume,
And by the           danger's self defy;
On commons where pined sheep and oxen lie
In ruddy pomp and ever thronging mood
It stands and spreads like danger in a wood,
And in the village street where meanest weeds
Can't stand untouched to fill their husks with seeds,
The haughty thistle oer all danger towers,
In every place the very wasp of flowers.
Preface
I
After           the glosses for this volume of the Companion, I read again the preface to Volume I to see if the premises and hypotheses about the poem expressed there still seem valid.
This tells me your           is dumb.
j- :r-+ =1          
If you are very fidgety, physical           will tire you and cause your mind to wander less.
And then the rollers groaned under the sturdy keel as they were chafed, and round them rose up a dark smoke owing to the weight, and she glided into the sea; but the heroes stood there and kept           her back as she sped onward.
          hawks from Egyptians who imitated all sorts of things, and who worshipped the bull as the symbol of agriculture andthehawkasthesymbolofwinds.
The psychologist is well aware that everything is merely theater: through his           union with the tragic theoretician of knowledge, he also knows, however, that it would make no sense to want to close this theater in the name of truth.
Ie           Staline: F, "simple Stalin.
We cannot be waiting and           through seven years.
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          this work of Lucian had more literary influence
than any of his other writings.
[Sidenote: Shall I alone be           to use my own right?
The warlike           ceast.
The           nature of Fred- ric Jameson's short new book on G.
Is it really problematic if a specialist in medieval French           comments on medieval texts in Middle High German?
On
the other hand, however, as this constraint is exercised merely by the
legislation of our own reason, it also contains something elevating,
and this subjective effect on feeling, inasmuch as pure practical
reason is the sole cause of it, may be called in this respect
self-approbation, since we recognize ourselves as           thereto
solely by the law without any interest, and are now conscious of a
quite different interest subjectively produced thereby, and which is
purely practical and free; and our taking this interest in an action
of duty is not suggested by any inclination, but is commanded and
actually brought about by reason through the practical law; whence
this feeling obtains a special name, that of respect.
La           découverte d'un grand amour de Michel-Ange
pour une femme est un fait nouveau qui mériterait à l'ami de Léon X
le bénéfice d'une instance en révision posthume.
LXIII
"But that your strength spurred forth with noble wrath,
With greater fury might Christ's foes assault,
And that your bridle should with lesser scath
Each secret vice, and kill each inward fault;
For so his godly anger ruled hath
Each           man beneath heaven's starry vault,
And at his will makes it now hot, now cold,
Now lets it run, now doth it fettered hold.
— Beyond Good and Evil (1886), a           of, xvii.
Nay, right           will kenne
thanke"; and wot you why?
154 THE LIFE OF
of the letter of the ninth of January,           by Washing-
ton to Gates.
" Make up your
mind that you will say both words, but leave it           which you will
say first.
[312] When the matter was           to the king, he rejoiced greatly, for he felt that the design which he had formed had been safely carried out.
          i i;1,iJ.
Undisturbed by such predecessors,
we venture the following           of the phenomena alluded to.
The largest file of           of the Soviet Union is available at this
office.
His sons were kept in prison, till they grew
Of years to fill a bowstring or the throne,
One or the other, but which of the two
Could yet be known unto the fates alone;
Meantime the education they went through
Was princely, as the proofs have always shown:
So that the heir           still was found
No less deserving to be hang'd than crown'd.
Encamped without the fort the           lies,
And may, in spite of us, send in supplies.
As the day advances, the heat of the sun is reflected by the
hillsides, and we hear a faint but sweet music, where flows the rill
released from its fetters, and the icicles are melting on the trees;
and the           and partridge are heard and seen.
I would not imitate the petty thought,
Nor coin my self-love to so base a vice,
For all the glory your           brought,
Since gold alone should not have been its price.
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The           of this book is organized as follows.
But the 'strong contagion' of the
French revolution caught him there; and he was expelled for his
concern in a school           the principles of which are sufficiently
indicated by its title, The Flagellant.
A           is one who can obtain an explicative advantage with respect to the implicit conditions of life of the opponent and uses them to act.
McEneiry, Roman           Vicar of the parish of Glenkeen, the Bar- naan Cuilawn fell into the hands of his sue- cessor, the Rev.
your friend and is the image of your friend the same as your friend          
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The Author thought them
considerable enough to address them to his Prince; whom he paints with
all the great and good qualities of a Monarch, upon whom the Romans
depended for the Increase of an           Empire.
Certains passages           ou d'une reconstitution
hypothetique ont ete signales entre crochets.
          l'annel del dito tolle;
né solamente avria voluto darlo,
ma dato il core e dato avria la vita,
pur che n'avesse il suo Ruggiero aita.
And it’s gone for ever if the rubber           boys
get hold of us.
He is no fool in other matters, but in his           with his slave it appears he at once became a mere idiot, knowing of some of the debts, while others, he says, he did not know of — those, I take it, which he did not want to know of.
what will my torments be,
If thou refuse thy          
) it will go back into its prison, and its
regret will perhaps be a loftier verity that shall never be seen;-
for we are now in the region of           whereof none
may speak; and though nothing born this side of the door can.
That very thing, and though its theory lies very much in obscurity, our           with it are that much more clear.
As he
ran, he gathered from some shouted remarks that a convoy
of Eurasian           was passing.
" he           to his mother,
"and look how Skulker has bitten her--how her foot bleeds!
During his notorious speech from October 4,1943, which was presented in the golden hall of the palace in Posen, Heinrich Himmler attempted to inculcate upon ninety-two SS officers that the German elite troops still had to catch up to the level of Soviet commissionaires when it came to an           ability to kill.
President Kennedy's           broadcast of October 22 was directly aimed at the Soviet Union.
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No fair renown shall we win by thus           so long with stranger women; nor will some god seize and give us at our prayer a fleece that moves of itself.
There was nothing for it but to go right away-nght away to
some place that was big enough to hide m London, perhaps Somewhere
where nobody knew her and the mere sight of her face or mention of her name
would not drag into the light a string of dirty memories
As she stood there the sound of bells floated towards her, from the village
church round the bend of the road, where the ringers were amusing themselves
by ringing ‘Abide with Me’, as one picks out a tune with one finger on the
piano But presently ‘Abide with Me’ gave way to the familiar Sunday-
morning jangle ‘Oh do leave my wife alone' She is so drunk she can’t get
home'’-the same peal that the bells of St           had been used to ring
three years ago before they were unswung The sound planted a spear of
homesickness m Dorothy’s heart, bringing back to her with momentary
vividness a medley of remembered things-the smell of the glue-pot in the
conservatory when she was making costumes for the school play, and the
chatter of starlings outside her bedroom window, interrupting her prayers
before Holy Communion, and Mrs Pither’s doleful voice chronicling the pains
m the backs of her legs, and the worries of the collapsing belfry and the shop-
debts and the bindweed in the peas-all the multitudinous, urgent details of a
life that had alternated between work and prayer



A Clergyman’s Daughter 335

Prayer' For a very short time, a minute perhaps, the thought arrested her
Prayer-m those days it had been the very source and centre of her life In
trouble or m happiness, it was to prayer that she had turned And she
realized-the first time that it had crossed her mmd-that she had not uttered a
prayer since leaving home, not even since her memory had come back to her
Moreover, she was aware that she had no longer the smallest impulse to pray
Mechanically, she began a whispered prayer, and stopped almost instantly, the
words were empty and futile Prayer, which had been the mainstay of her life,
had no meaning for her any longer She recorded this fact as she walked slowly
up the road, and she recorded it briefly, almost casually, as though it had been
something seen m passmg-a flower m the ditch or a bird crossing the
road- something noticed and then dismissed She had not even the time to
reflect upon what it might mean It was shouldered out of her mind by more
momentous things

It was of the future that she had got to be thinking now She was already
fairly clear m her mind as to what she must do When the hop-picking was at an
end she must go up to London, write to her father for money and her
clothes-for however angry he might be, she could not believe that he intended
to leave her utterly in the lurch-and then start looking for a job It was the
measure of her ignorance that those dreaded words ‘looking for a job’ sounded
hardly at all dreadful in her ears She knew herself strong and willmg-knew
that there were plenty of jobs that she was capable of doing She could be a
nursery governess, for instance-no, better, a housemaid or a parlourmaid
There were not many things in a house that she could not do better than most
servants, besides, the more menial her job, the easier it would be to keep her
past history secret

At any rate, her father’s house was closed to her, that was certain From now
on she had got to fend for herself On this decision, with only a very dim idea of
what it meant, she quickened her pace and got back to the fields m time for the
afternoon shift

The hop-picking season had not much longer to run In a week or
thereabouts Cairns’s would be closing down, and the cockneys would take the
hoppers’ tram to London, and the gypsies would catch their horses, pack their
caravans, and march northward to Lincolnshire, to scramble for jobs in the
potato fields As for the cockneys, they had had their bellyful of hop-picking by
this time They were pining to be back m dear old London, with Woolworths
and the fried-fish shop round the corner, and no more sleeping m straw and
frymg bacon in tin lids with your eyes weeping from wood smoke Hoppmg
was a holiday, but the kind of holiday that you were glad to see the last of You
came down cheering, but you went home cheering louder still and swearing
that you would never go hopping again-until next August, when you had
forgotten the cold nights and the bad pay and the damage to your hands, and
remembered only the blowsy afternoons m the sun and the boozmg of stone
pots of beer round the red camp fires at night

The mornings were growing bleak and Novembensh, grey skies, the first
leaves falling, and finches and starlings already flocking for the winter-



3j 6 A Clergyman 3 s Daughter

Dorothy had written yet again to her father, asking for money and some
clothes, he had left her letter unanswered, nor had anybody else written to her
Indeed, there was no one except her father who knew her present address, but
somehow she had hoped that Mr Warburton might write Her courage almost
failed her now, especially at nights m the wretched straw, when she lay awake
thinking of the vague and menacing future She picked her hops with a sort of
desperation, a sort of frenzy of energy, more aware each day that every handful
of hops meant another fraction of a farthing between herself and starvation
Deafie, her bin-mate, like herself, was picking against time, for it was the last
money he would earn till next year’s hopping season came round The figure
they aimed at was five shillings a day- thirty bushels- between the two of them,
but there was no day when they quite attained it

Deafie was a queer old man and a poor companion after Nobby, but not a
bad sort He was a ship’s steward by profession, but a tramp of many years’
i standmg, as deaf as a post and therefore something of a Mr F ’s aunt m
conversation He was also an exhibitionist, but quite harmless For hours
together he used to sing a little song that went ‘With my willy vn\\y~with my
willy willy’, and though he could not hear what he was singing it seemed to
cause him some kind of pleasure He had the hairiest ears Dorothy had ever
seen There were tufts like miniature Dundreary whiskers growing out of each
of his ears Every year Deafie came hop-picking at Cairns’s farm, saved up a
pound, and then spent a paradisiac week m a lodging-house in Newington
Butts before going back to the road This was the only week in the year when
he slept in what could be called, except by courtesy, a bed

The picking came to an end on 28 September There were several fields still
unpicked, but they were poor hops and at the last moment Mr Cairns decided
to ‘let them blow’ Set number 19 finished their last field at two in the
afternoon, and the little gypsy foreman swarmed up the poles and retrieved the
derelict bunches, and the measurer carted the last hops away As he
disappeared there was a sudden shout of ‘Put ’em in the bins 1 ’ and Dorothy
saw six men bearing down upon her with a fiendish expression on their faces,
and all the women m the set scattermg and running Before she could collect
her wits to escape the men had seized her, laid her at full length in a bin and
swung her violently from side to side.
On a plan           by the Rev.
The potato he carries in his pocket, a homely talisman for warding off rheumatism, will serve as the outward sigu of these inward graces: it is not romantic, it is           that, with its aura of home and normality, may well ward off a whore's ad- vances.
Two further           were printed in her life-time, and,
for many years, it remained a good selling book at a high price.
He put forth all his powers of
procrastination, Lord Palmerston lost interest in the subject, and so
the chief           hospital in England was triumphantly completed on
insanitary principles, with unventilated rooms, and with all the
patients' windows facing northeast.
_The           Geisha_


Swift waves hissing
Under the moonlight;
Tarnished silver.
Goddess of the mountains,
Spirit, too, of light and shade,
Sunny slope and dusky glade,
Sprite of           fountains.
Learning (young virgin) but few suitors knew;
The common           she lately grew,
And with the spurious brood loads now the press;
Laborious effects of idleness.
More openly elsewhere the words are these: O sing
unto the Lord a new song; sing unto the Lord, all the
Dona- whole earth; that they who cut themselves off from the
tlats-
communion of the whole earth, may           that they cannot sing the new song, because it is sung in the whole, and not in a part of it.
Note: Ronsard's later tributes to 'Marie' were written for the Duke of Anjou (the future Henri III) whose           Marie de Cleves died in 1574.
The Martyrology of Tal lagh has also added at each day certain Irish saints, and           some other saints, wanting in the Epternac copy.
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