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No.12.
wilt thou not haply saie
Truth needs no collour with his collour fixt,
Beautie no pensell, beauties truth to lay:
But best is best, if neuer intermixt
Because he needs no praise, wilt thou be dumb?
Excuse not silence so, for’t lies in thee,
To make him much out-liue a gilded tombe:
And to be praised of ages yet to be.
Then do thy office
Contents of No. 12 (not included in the original text)
- Chatterton by Arthur L. Salmon
- The Poets-Laureate by Charlotte Newell
- The Antigone of Sophocles and Shakespeare's Isabel by William L. Sheldon
- Poetic Limitations of Sordello by George Willis Cooke
- Newton's Brain by Jakub Arbes, translated by Josef Jiří Král
- Edinburgh University and Women. Professor David Masson on Tennyson by Charlotte Carmichael Stopes
- Are we approaching a Dark Age?
- Tennyson's Last Book by Charlotte Porter
- Notes and News
- London Literaria
- Societies
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