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| -rw-r--r-- | flake.lock | 12 | ||||
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diff --git a/data/pod/sisu-spine-markup/media/text/en/sisu-spine-markup.sst b/data/pod/sisu-spine-markup/media/text/en/sisu-spine-markup.sst index e97c6a1..19a13eb 100644 --- a/data/pod/sisu-spine-markup/media/text/en/sisu-spine-markup.sst +++ b/data/pod/sisu-spine-markup/media/text/en/sisu-spine-markup.sst @@ -815,33 +815,24 @@ group{ group{ -The Road Not Taken Related Poem Content Details - -BY ROBERT FROST - -Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, -And sorry I could not travel both -And be one traveler, long I stood -And looked down one as far as I could -To where it bent in the undergrowth; - -Then took the other, as just as fair, -And having perhaps the better claim, -Because it was grassy and wanted wear; -Though as for that the passing there -Had worn them really about the same, - -And both that morning equally lay -In leaves no step had trodden black. -Oh, I kept the first for another day! -Yet knowing how way leads on to way, -I doubted if I should ever come back. - -I shall be telling this with a sigh -Somewhere ages and ages hence: -Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— -I took the one less traveled by, -And that has made all the difference. +Thoughts + +by Myra Viola Wilds + +What kind of thoughts now, do you carry + In your travels day by day +Are they bright and lofty visions, + Or neglected, gone astray? + +Matters not how great in fancy, + Or what deeds of skill you’ve wrought; +Man, though high may be his station, + Is no better than his thoughts. + +Catch your thoughts and hold them tightly, + Let each one an honor be; +Purge them, scourge them, burnish brightly, + Then in love set each one free. }group ={ output:group block markup example;SiSU markup output:group block (curly brace syntax) } @@ -910,33 +901,24 @@ block{ block{ -The Road Not Taken Related Poem Content Details - -BY ROBERT FROST +Thoughts -Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, -And sorry I could not travel both -And be one traveler, long I stood -And looked down one as far as I could -To where it bent in the undergrowth; +by Myra Viola Wilds -Then took the other, as just as fair, -And having perhaps the better claim, -Because it was grassy and wanted wear; -Though as for that the passing there -Had worn them really about the same, +What kind of thoughts now, do you carry + In your travels day by day +Are they bright and lofty visions, + Or neglected, gone astray? -And both that morning equally lay -In leaves no step had trodden black. -Oh, I kept the first for another day! -Yet knowing how way leads on to way, -I doubted if I should ever come back. +Matters not how great in fancy, + Or what deeds of skill you’ve wrought; +Man, though high may be his station, + Is no better than his thoughts. -I shall be telling this with a sigh -Somewhere ages and ages hence: -Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— -I took the one less traveled by, -And that has made all the difference. +Catch your thoughts and hold them tightly, + Let each one an honor be; +Purge them, scourge them, burnish brightly, + Then in love set each one free. }block ={ output:group block markup example;SiSU markup output:group block (curly brace syntax) } @@ -1005,33 +987,24 @@ poem{ poem{ -*{The Road Not Taken}*~{ published in 1916 as the first poem in the collection Mountain Interval. }~ +*{Thoughts}*~{ https://poets.org/anthology/poems-public-domain }~ -by Robert Frost +by Myra Viola Wilds -Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, -And sorry I could not travel both -And be one traveler, long I stood -And looked down one as far as I could -To where it bent in the undergrowth; +What kind of thoughts now, do you carry + In your travels day by day +Are they bright and lofty visions, + Or neglected, gone astray? -Then took the other, as just as fair, -And having perhaps the better claim, -Because it was grassy and wanted wear; -Though as for that the passing there -Had worn them really about the same, +Matters not how great in fancy, + Or what deeds of skill you’ve wrought; +Man, though high may be his station, + Is no better than his thoughts. -And both that morning equally lay -In leaves no step had trodden black. -Oh, I kept the first for another day! -Yet knowing how way leads on to way, -I doubted if I should ever come back. - -I shall be telling this with a sigh -Somewhere ages and ages hence: -Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— -I took the one less traveled by, -And that has made all the difference. +Catch your thoughts and hold them tightly, + Let each one an honor be; +Purge them, scourge them, burnish brightly, + Then in love set each one free. }poem ={ output:group block markup example;SiSU markup output:group block (curly brace syntax) } @@ -1039,33 +1012,24 @@ And that has made all the difference. !_ tics delimiter, resulting group text output: ``` poem -!{The Road Not Taken}!~{ published in 1916 as the first poem in the collection Mountain Interval. }~ - -by Robert Frost - -Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, -And sorry I could not travel both -And be one traveler, long I stood -And looked down one as far as I could -To where it bent in the undergrowth; - -Then took the other, as just as fair, -And having perhaps the better claim, -Because it was grassy and wanted wear; -Though as for that the passing there -Had worn them really about the same, - -And both that morning equally lay -In leaves no step had trodden black. -Oh, I kept the first for another day! -Yet knowing how way leads on to way, -I doubted if I should ever come back. - -I shall be telling this with a sigh -Somewhere ages and ages hence: -Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— -I took the one less traveled by, -And that has made all the difference. +!{Thoughts}!~{ https://poets.org/anthology/poems-public-domain }~ + +by Myra Viola Wilds + +What kind of thoughts now, do you carry + In your travels day by day +Are they bright and lofty visions, + Or neglected, gone astray? + +Matters not how great in fancy, + Or what deeds of skill you’ve wrought; +Man, though high may be his station, + Is no better than his thoughts. + +Catch your thoughts and hold them tightly, + Let each one an honor be; +Purge them, scourge them, burnish brightly, + Then in love set each one free. ``` ={ output:group block markup example;SiSU markup output:group block (curly brace syntax) } @@ -5,11 +5,11 @@ "systems": "systems" }, "locked": { - "lastModified": 1694529238, - "narHash": "sha256-zsNZZGTGnMOf9YpHKJqMSsa0dXbfmxeoJ7xHlrt+xmY=", + "lastModified": 1701680307, + "narHash": "sha256-kAuep2h5ajznlPMD9rnQyffWG8EM/C73lejGofXvdM8=", "owner": "numtide", "repo": "flake-utils", - "rev": "ff7b65b44d01cf9ba6a71320833626af21126384", + "rev": "4022d587cbbfd70fe950c1e2083a02621806a725", "type": "github" }, "original": { @@ -20,11 +20,11 @@ }, "nixpkgs": { "locked": { - "lastModified": 1700444282, - "narHash": "sha256-s/+tgT+Iz0LZO+nBvSms+xsMqvHt2LqYniG9r+CYyJc=", + "lastModified": 1702206697, + "narHash": "sha256-vE9oEx3Y8TO5MnWwFlmopjHd1JoEBno+EhsfUCq5iR8=", "owner": "NixOS", "repo": "nixpkgs", - "rev": "3f21a22b5aafefa1845dec6f4a378a8f53d8681c", + "rev": "29d6c96900b9b576c2fb89491452f283aa979819", "type": "github" }, "original": { diff --git a/org/spine_markup_sample.org b/org/spine_markup_sample.org index a7fe234..e924e1a 100644 --- a/org/spine_markup_sample.org +++ b/org/spine_markup_sample.org @@ -962,33 +962,24 @@ group{ group{ -The Road Not Taken Related Poem Content Details - -BY ROBERT FROST - -Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, -And sorry I could not travel both -And be one traveler, long I stood -And looked down one as far as I could -To where it bent in the undergrowth; - -Then took the other, as just as fair, -And having perhaps the better claim, -Because it was grassy and wanted wear; -Though as for that the passing there -Had worn them really about the same, - -And both that morning equally lay -In leaves no step had trodden black. -Oh, I kept the first for another day! -Yet knowing how way leads on to way, -I doubted if I should ever come back. - -I shall be telling this with a sigh -Somewhere ages and ages hence: -Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— -I took the one less traveled by, -And that has made all the difference. +Thoughts + +by Myra Viola Wilds + +What kind of thoughts now, do you carry + In your travels day by day +Are they bright and lofty visions, + Or neglected, gone astray? + +Matters not how great in fancy, + Or what deeds of skill you’ve wrought; +Man, though high may be his station, + Is no better than his thoughts. + +Catch your thoughts and hold them tightly, + Let each one an honor be; +Purge them, scourge them, burnish brightly, + Then in love set each one free. }group ={ output:group block markup example;SiSU markup output:group block (curly brace syntax) } @@ -1057,33 +1048,24 @@ block{ block{ -The Road Not Taken Related Poem Content Details - -BY ROBERT FROST +Thoughts -Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, -And sorry I could not travel both -And be one traveler, long I stood -And looked down one as far as I could -To where it bent in the undergrowth; +by Myra Viola Wilds -Then took the other, as just as fair, -And having perhaps the better claim, -Because it was grassy and wanted wear; -Though as for that the passing there -Had worn them really about the same, +What kind of thoughts now, do you carry + In your travels day by day +Are they bright and lofty visions, + Or neglected, gone astray? -And both that morning equally lay -In leaves no step had trodden black. -Oh, I kept the first for another day! -Yet knowing how way leads on to way, -I doubted if I should ever come back. +Matters not how great in fancy, + Or what deeds of skill you’ve wrought; +Man, though high may be his station, + Is no better than his thoughts. -I shall be telling this with a sigh -Somewhere ages and ages hence: -Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— -I took the one less traveled by, -And that has made all the difference. +Catch your thoughts and hold them tightly, + Let each one an honor be; +Purge them, scourge them, burnish brightly, + Then in love set each one free. }block ={ output:group block markup example;SiSU markup output:group block (curly brace syntax) } @@ -1152,33 +1134,24 @@ poem{ poem{ -*{The Road Not Taken}*~{ published in 1916 as the first poem in the collection Mountain Interval. }~ +*{Thoughts}*~{ https://poets.org/anthology/poems-public-domain }~ -by Robert Frost +by Myra Viola Wilds -Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, -And sorry I could not travel both -And be one traveler, long I stood -And looked down one as far as I could -To where it bent in the undergrowth; +What kind of thoughts now, do you carry + In your travels day by day +Are they bright and lofty visions, + Or neglected, gone astray? -Then took the other, as just as fair, -And having perhaps the better claim, -Because it was grassy and wanted wear; -Though as for that the passing there -Had worn them really about the same, +Matters not how great in fancy, + Or what deeds of skill you’ve wrought; +Man, though high may be his station, + Is no better than his thoughts. -And both that morning equally lay -In leaves no step had trodden black. -Oh, I kept the first for another day! -Yet knowing how way leads on to way, -I doubted if I should ever come back. - -I shall be telling this with a sigh -Somewhere ages and ages hence: -Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— -I took the one less traveled by, -And that has made all the difference. +Catch your thoughts and hold them tightly, + Let each one an honor be; +Purge them, scourge them, burnish brightly, + Then in love set each one free. }poem ={ output:group block markup example;SiSU markup output:group block (curly brace syntax) } @@ -1186,33 +1159,24 @@ And that has made all the difference. !_ tics delimiter, resulting group text output: ``` poem -!{The Road Not Taken}!~{ published in 1916 as the first poem in the collection Mountain Interval. }~ - -by Robert Frost - -Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, -And sorry I could not travel both -And be one traveler, long I stood -And looked down one as far as I could -To where it bent in the undergrowth; - -Then took the other, as just as fair, -And having perhaps the better claim, -Because it was grassy and wanted wear; -Though as for that the passing there -Had worn them really about the same, - -And both that morning equally lay -In leaves no step had trodden black. -Oh, I kept the first for another day! -Yet knowing how way leads on to way, -I doubted if I should ever come back. - -I shall be telling this with a sigh -Somewhere ages and ages hence: -Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— -I took the one less traveled by, -And that has made all the difference. +!{Thoughts}!~{ https://poets.org/anthology/poems-public-domain }~ + +by Myra Viola Wilds + +What kind of thoughts now, do you carry + In your travels day by day +Are they bright and lofty visions, + Or neglected, gone astray? + +Matters not how great in fancy, + Or what deeds of skill you’ve wrought; +Man, though high may be his station, + Is no better than his thoughts. + +Catch your thoughts and hold them tightly, + Let each one an honor be; +Purge them, scourge them, burnish brightly, + Then in love set each one free. ``` ={ output:group block markup example;SiSU markup output:group block (curly brace syntax) } |