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...garden and the countless nightingales which soothed his wounded spirits with their delicious song. ' Yet are thy pleasant voices, thy nightingales, awake,...Death, he taketh all away, but these he cannot take.' At Christmas Bembo went to Bologna to meet the Pope, and to see the Emperor, who came, it was fondly...

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...art lying, my dear old Carian guest, A handful of grey ashes, long, long ago at rest, Still are they pleasant voices, thy nightingales, awake, For death he taketh all away, but them he cannot take. Heraclitus, we need hardly remind our readers, was not a singer, but a creator;...

...instance of what I mean, let me repeat Cory's imitation of the elegiacs of Callimachus on his friend Heracleitus : — " They told me, Heracleitus, they...nightingales, awake, For Death — he taketh all away, but them he cannot take." This, to be sure, is a paraphrase, yet it conveys the feeling better than the...