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Nathaniel Field (1587- ).
Matin song 89Robert Herrick (1591-1674).
Cherry ripe 90
Julia 91
To the virgins 92
To Electra 93Bp. Henry ... |
With this, there is a red,
Exceeds the damask-rose,
Which in her cheeks is spread,
Where every favour grows;
In sky there is no star,
But she surmounts it far.When Phoebus from the bed
Of Thetis doth arise,
The morning, blushing red,
In fair carnation-wise,
He shows in my Nymph... |
"Yet what is love? good shepherd, show!"--
A thing that creeps, it cannot go,
A prize that passeth to and fro,
A thing for one, a thing for moe;
And he that proves shall find it so;
And, shepherd, this is love, I trow.Sir Walter Raleigh.THE SHEPHERDESS'S REPLY TO THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD.If all the w... |
With orient pearl, with ruby red,
With marble white, with sapphire blue
Her body every way is fed,
Yet soft in touch and sweet in view:
Heigh ho, fair Rosaline!
Nature herself her shape admires;
The Gods are wounded in her sight;
And Love forsakes his heavenly fires
And at her eyes his... |
Diaphenia, like the daffa-down-dilly,
White as the sun, fair as the lily,
Heigh-ho, how I do love thee!
I do love thee as my lambs
Are beloved of their dams:
How blest I were if thou would'st prove me!Diaphenia, like the spreading roses,
That in thy sweets all sweets encloses,
Fair swe... |
Sure you have made me passing glad
That you your mind so soon removed,
Before that I the leisure had
To choose you for my best beloved:
For all your love was past and done
Two days before it was begun:--
Adieu Love, adieu Love, untrue Love,
Untrue Love, untrue Love, adieu Love;
Your ... |
It was a beauty that I saw,
So pure, so perfect, as the frame
Of all the universe was lame,
To that one figure, could I draw,
Or give least line of it a law!
A skein of silk without a knot,
A fair march made without a halt,
A curious form without a fault,
A printed book without a... |
Great or good, or kind or fair,
I will ne'er the more despair;
If she love me, this believe,
I will die ere she shall grieve;
If she slight me when I woo,
I can scorn and let her go;
For if she be not for me,
What care I for whom she be?George Wither.TO ONE WHO, WHEN I PRAISED MY MISTRES... |
O Love, they wrong thee much
That say thy sweet is bitter,
When thy rich fruit is such
As nothing can be sweeter.
Fair house of joy and bliss
Where truest pleasure is,
I do adore thee;
I know thee what thou art,
I serve thee with my heart,
And fall before thee.Captain Tobias Hume.TO ... |
LADIES' CONQUERING EYES.Ladies, though to your conquering eyes
Love owes its chiefest victories,
And borrows those bright arms from you
With which he does the world subdue;
Yet you yourselves are not above
The empire nor the griefs of love.Then rack not lovers with disdain,
Lest love on you reve... |
Fame of Dorinda's conquest brought
The God of Love her charms to view;
To wound th' unwary maid he thought,
But soon became her conquest too.He dropp'd half-drawn his feeble bow,
He look'd, he raved, and sighing pined;
And wish'd in vain he had been now,
As painters falsely draw him, bli... |
Dowland, John. 95.Drayton, Michael. 53.Drummond, William. 78.Dyer, Sir Edward. 16.Etherege, Sir George. 116.Farquhar, George. 134.Field, Nathaniel. 89.Fletcher, _see_ Beaumont and F.Gascoigne, George. 14.Googe, Barnaby. 12.Gould, Robert. 118.Granville, George. 127.Greene, Robert. 39.Greville, Fulke, Lord Brooke. 24.Hab... |
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XVIII XIX XX XXI XXII XXIII XXIV XXV XXVI XXVII XXVIII XXIXA MAN OF DEVON I II III IV V VI VII VIIIA KNIGHT I II II... |
Looking back on the long-stretched-out body of one's work, it is
interesting to mark the endless duel fought within a man between the
emotional and critical sides of his nature, first one, then the other,
getting the upper hand, and too seldom fusing till the result has the
mellowness of full achievement. One can even ... |
Her hair was prematurely grey; her quick eyes brown; her mouth twisted
at one corner; she held her face, kind-looking, but long and narrow,
rather to one side, and wore on it a look of apology. Her quick
sentences sounded as if she kept them on strings, and wanted to draw
them back as soon as she had let them forth."Gr... |
Harz, looking at him keenly, perceived him to be of middle height and
age, stout, dressed in a loose holland jacket, a very white, starched
shirt, and blue silk sash; that he looked particularly clean, had an air
of belonging to Society, and exhaled a really fine aroma of excellent
cigars and the best hairdresser's ess... |
'Good-looking young fellow--comes of the people, I expect, not at all the
manner of the world; wonder what he talks about.'Presently noticing that Harz was looking at a photograph, he said: "Ah!
yes! that was a woman! They are not to be found in these days. She could
dance, the little Coralie! Did you ever see such arm... |
Herr Paul, a small white flannel cap on his head, gloves on his hands,
and glasses on his nose, was watering a rosebush, and humming the
serenade from Faust.This aspect of the house was very different from the other. The sun fell
on it, and over a veranda creepers clung and scrambled in long scrolls.
There was a lawn, ... |
Three days had passed since Harz began his picture, when early in the
morning, Greta came from Villa Rubein along the river dyke and sat down
on a bench from which the old house on the wall was visible. She had not
been there long before Harz came out."I did not knock," said Greta, "because you would not have heard, an... |
"You English are so funny. You mustn't do this here, you mustn't do that
there, it's like sitting in a field of nettles. If I were to walk with
you without my coat, that little lady would fall off her seat." His
laugh infected Christian; they reached the station feeling that they
knew each other better.The sun had dipp... |
"The French first, Chris!" Greta liked her French, in which she was
not far inferior to Christian; the lesson therefore proceeded in an
admirable fashion. After one hour exactly by her watch (Mr. Treffry's
birthday present loved and admired at least once every hour) Greta rose."Chris, I have not fed my rabbits.""Be qui... |
"I--think," murmured Greta, sotto voce, "you see one way--and he sees
another--because--you are not one person.""Of course!" said Christian impatiently, "but why--"A sound of humming interrupted her.Nicholas Treffry was coming from the house, holding the Times in one
hand, and a huge meerschaum pipe in the other."Aha!"... |
Mr. Treffry, with a heavy hand on the table, eyed him sideways. Dawney
said slowly:"B---is a beast; I'm sorry for the poor woman; but what can she do
alone?""There is, no doubt, a man," put in Sarelli.Herr Paul muttered: "Who knows?""What is B---going to do?" said Dawney."Ah!" said Herr Paul. "He is fond of her. He is ... |
"That white girl," he said, speaking with rapidity. "Yes! You do well!
get away! Don't let it catch you! I waited, it caught me--what happened?
Everything horrible--and now--kummel!" Laughing a thick laugh, he gave a
twirl to his moustache, and swaggered on."I was a fine fellow--nothing too big for Mario Sarelli; the r... |
The white houses, with gaping caves of storage under the roofs, the red
church spire, the clinking of hammers in the forges, the slow stamping
of oxen-all spoke of sleepy toil, without ideas or ambition. Harz knew
it all too well; like the earth's odour, it belonged to him, as Sarelli
had said.Towards sunset coming to ... |
"Yes, it drives me mad even now to think of people fatted with
prosperity, sneering and holding up their hands at poor devils who have
suffered ten times more than the most those soft animals could bear. I'm
older; I've lived--I know things can't be put right by violence--nothing
will put things right, but that doesn't... |
Harz went on, twisting a twig of ivy in his hands: "There was another
man in the carriage reading a paper. Presently I said to him, 'Where do
we stop first?' 'St. Polten.' Then I knew it was the Munich express--St.
Polten, Amstetten, Linz, and Salzburg--four stops before the frontier.
The man put down his paper and loo... |
"It was early Spring, and the river was in flood; they were going to
Regensburg to unload there, take fresh cargo, and back to Linz. As soon
as the mist began to clear, the bargeman hid me in the straw. At Passau
was the frontier; they lay there for the night, but nothing happened,
and I slept in the straw. The next da... |
The sounds of Miss Naylor's staccato dictation travelled across the
room, and Greta's sighs as she took it down, one eye on her paper, one
eye on Scruff, who lay with a black ear flapped across his paw, and his
tan eyebrows quivering. He was in disgrace, for Dominique, coming on him
unawares, had seen him "say his pray... |
Christian bent her head forward and rubbed her cheek against Greta's,
then without another word ran upstairs and locked herself into her room.
The child stood listening; hearing the key turn in the lock, she sank
down on the bottom step and took Scruff in her arms.Half an hour later Miss Naylor, carrying a candle, foun... |
"I must choose--it's one thing or the other. I can't give you up! I
should be afraid!""But, dear; how can you come with me? We can't be married here.""I am giving my life to you.""You are too good for me," said Harz. "The life you're going into--may be
dark, like that!" he pointed to the window.A sound of footsteps bro... |
Harz had lain down, fully dressed. He was no longer angry, but felt that
he would rather die than yield. Presently he heard footsteps coming up
the stairs."M'sieu!"It was the voice of Dominique, whose face, illumined by a match, wore an
expression of ironical disgust."My master," he said, "makes you his compliments; he... |
A light breeze had sprung up; the whispering in the trees, the rolling
of the wheels in this night progress, the pine-drugged air, sent Harz
to sleep. When he woke it was to the same tune, varied by Mr. Treffry's
uneasy snoring; the reins were hanging loose, and, peering out, he saw
Dominique shuffling along at the hor... |
"Nicholas is mad--and the girl is mad! Leave me alone! I will not be made
angry; do you understand? I will not be worried--I am not fit for it."
His prominent brown eyes stared round the room, as if looking for a way
of escape."If I may prophesy, you will be worried a good deal," said Mrs. Decie
coldly, "before you hav... |
Sinking on her knees she began to work at freeing the canvas of a
picture. Her heart throbbed distressfully; at the stir of wind-breath
or any distant note of clamour she stopped, and held her breathing. No
sounds came near. She toiled on, trying only to think that she was at
the very spot where last night his arms had... |
"M'mselle, Mr. Treffry told me to hold my tongue.""But you can tell me, Dominique; Barbi can't understand.""To you, then, M'mselle," said Dominique, as one who accepts his fate;
"to you, then, who will doubtless forget all that I shall tell you--my
master is not well; he has terrible pain here; he has a cough; he is no... |
"My dear!" he began, "you support her in this execrable matter? You
forget my position, you make me ridiculous. I have been obliged to go to
bed in my own house, absolutely to go to bed, because I was in danger of
becoming funny.""Look here, Paul!" Mr. Treffry said gruffly, "if any one's to bully
Chris, it's I.""In tha... |
"It is not nice without you, Chris, and Miss Naylor says I am improving
my mind here, but I do not think it shall improve very much, because
at night I like it always best, when the shops are lighted and the
carriages are driving past; then I am wanting to dance. The first night
Papa said he would take me to the theatr... |
"With Uncle Nic it is not as with my stepfather; his opposition only
makes me angry, mad, ready to do anything, but with Uncle Nic I feel so
bruised--so sore. He said: 'It is not so much the money, because there
is always mine.' I could never do a thing he cannot bear, and take his
money, and you would never let me. On... |
Even the Villa seemed to greet her, with the sun aslant on it; and the
trees, trembling and weeping golden tears. At the cathedral she was
early for the service, but here and there were figures on their knees;
the faint, sickly odour of long-burnt incense clung in the air; a priest
moved silently at the far end. She kn... |
Christian stole out into the passage. A bead curtain rustled in the
draught; voices reached her."My honour is involved, or I would give the case up.""He is very trying, poor Nicholas! He always had that peculiar quality
of opposition; it has brought him to grief a hundred times. There is
opposition in our blood; my fam... |
Herr Paul stepped across the room. The dog, following, threw his
black-marked muzzle upwards with a gruff noise, and went back to the
door. His master was holding in his hand a bottle of champagne.Poor Nicholas! He had chosen it. Herr Paul drained a glass.Poor Nicholas! The prince of fellows, and of what use was one? T... |
"Please?" she said, when she was close to him.The stranger took his cap off with a jerk."This house has no bells," he said in a nasal voice; "it has a tendency
to discourage one.""Yes," said Greta gravely, "there is a bell, but it does not ring now,
because my uncle is so ill.""I am very sorry to hear that. I don't kno... |
"Are you?" he said; "good! I too." He passed through his study door,
closed it carefully behind him, then for some unknown reason set his
back against it. Ugh! Death! It came to all! Some day it would come to
him. It might come tomorrow! One must pray!The day dragged to its end. In the sky clouds had mustered, and,
cro... |
"No, it's only--what Greta says about the Spring; it makes one want more
than one has got."Slipping her hand away, she went back to the window. Harz stood, looking
after her; then, taking up his palette, again began painting.In the world, outside, the high soft clouds flew by; the trees seemed
thickening and budding.An... |
They put me up here as a favour to Dan Treffry; there's an arrangement
of L. s. d. with Mrs. Hopgood in the background. They aren't at all well
off; this is the largest farm about, but it doesn't bring them in
much. To look at John Ford, it seems incredible he should be short of
money--he's too large.We have family pra... |
He has certainly a knack of turning one's anger to curiosity. We were
down in the combe now; the tide was running out, and the sand all
little, wet, shining ridges. About a quarter of a mile out lay a cutter,
with her tan sail half down, swinging to the swell. The sunlight was
making the pink cliffs glow in the most wo... |
"Stood me in tu shillin' the bottle, an' the country got nothing out of
it, sir. In the early Thirties; tu shillin' the bottle; there's no such
wine nowadays and," he added, looking at Zachary, "no such men."Zachary smiled and said: "You did nothing so big, dad, as what I'm
after, now!"The old man's eyes had a sort of ... |
We were going down a steep lane, along the side of a wood, where there's
always a smell of sappy leaves, and the breath of the cows that come
close to the hedge to get the shade.There was a cottage in the bottom, and a small boy sat outside playing
with a heap of dust."Hallo, Johnny!" said Pasiance. "Hold your leg out ... |
"The apples are ripe and ready to fall. Oh! heigh-ho! and ready to
fall."I ran to her door and knocked."What is it?" she cried."Is anything the matter?""Matter?""Is anything the matter?""Ha-ha-ha-ha! Good-night!" then quite low, I heard her catch her breath,
hard, sharply. No other answer, no other sound.I went to bed ... |
"'Your son came to my child's room like a thief in the night; it's for
that I want to see him,' and then," said Dan, "there was a long silence.
At last Pearse said:"'I don't understand; has he played the blackguard?'"John Ford answered, 'He's married her, or, before God, I'd kill him.'"Old Pearse seemed to think this o... |
Zachary looked up at him from under his brows."Nothing.""Are you cur enough to deny that you've married her?"Zachary looked at him coolly. "Not at all," he said."What in God's name did you do it for?""You've no monopoly in the post of husband, Mr. Treffry.""To put a child in that position! Haven't you the heart of a ma... |
There was an hour or more to wait before he came; a young fellow; almost
a boy. He looked very grave, when he came out of her room."The old woman there fond of her? nurse her well...? Fond as a
dog!--good! Don't know--can't tell for certain! Afraid it's the spine,
must have another opinion! What a plucky girl! Tell Mr.... |
"Life's hard enough," he wrote, "without tying yourself down. Don't
think too hardly of me! Shall I make you happier by taking you into
danger? If I succeed you'll be a rich woman; but I shall fail if you're
with me. To look at you makes me soft. At sea a man dreams of all the
good things on land, he'll dream of the he... |
I went out and ran down the path towards the cove.Leaning on a gate stood Zachary, an hour before his time; dressed in the
same old blue clothes and leather-peaked cap as on the day when I saw
him first. He knew nothing of what had happened. But at a quarter of the
truth, I'm sure he divined the whole, though he would ... |
He came to see me off from the straw-yard. "'Tis like death to the
varrm, zurr," he said, putting all the play of his vast shoulders into
the buckling of my girths. "Mister Ford--well! And not one of th' old
stock to take it when 'e's garn.... Ah! it werr cruel; my old woman's
never been hersel' since. Tell 'ee what 't... |
"The weaker side--" He paused abruptly, then added: "But it was not
that." Over his face innumerable crow's-feet had suddenly appeared, his
eyes twitched; he went on hurriedly, "I had to find something to do just
then--it was necessary." He stared into his glass; and it was some time
before I ventured to ask if he had ... |
"Delightful!" the old fellow said: "We shall have a band and the fresh
air, and clear consciences for our cigars. I cannot like this smoking in
a room where there are ladies dining."He walked out in front of us, smoking with an air of great enjoyment.
Jules, glowing above his candid shirt and waistcoat, whispered to me... |
"You will excuse me if I go back rather far. It was in '74, when I had
been ill with Cuban fever. To keep me alive they had put me on board a
ship at Santiago, and at the end of the voyage I found myself in London.
I had very little money; I knew nobody. I tell you, sir, there are times
when it's hard for a fighting ma... |
"Dalton was wrapped up in her. He was never tired of talking to me about
her, and I was never tired of hearing. We had a number of pupils; but
in the evening when we sat there, smoking--our talk would sooner or
later--come round to her. Her bedroom opened out of that sitting--room;
he took me in once and showed me a na... |
"Eilie was sitting there. If you don't know, sir, I can't tell you
what it means to be near the woman one loves. She was leaning on the
windowsill, staring down into the street. It was as though she might
be looking out for some one. I stood, hardly breathing. She turned
her head, and saw me. Her eyes were strange. The... |
"Once in the night I woke--a water-hen was crying, and in the moonlight
a kingfisher flew across. The wonder on the river--the wonder of the
moon and trees, the soft bright mist, the stillness! It was like another
world, peaceful, enchanted, far holier than ours. It seemed like a
vision of the thoughts that come to one... |
"Who can say when changes come? Like a shift of the wind, the old
passes, the new is on you. I am telling you now of a change like that.
Without a sign of warning, Eilie put her horse into a gallop. 'What are
you doing?' I shouted. She looked back with a smile, then he dashed past
me too. A hornet might have stung them... |
He went on with a painful evenness of speech. "When I read those words,
I had only one thought--to reach them; I ran down to the river, and chose
out the lightest boat. Just as I was starting, Tor came running. 'You
dropped this letter, sir,' he said. 'Two pair of arms are better than
one.' He came into the boat. I too... |
"Georges!" he said, "he is dead. There, there! How stupid you look! My
man is packing. I have half an hour before the train; my evidence shall
come from Italy. I have done my part, the rest is for you. Why did you
have that dinner? The Don Quixote! The idiot! The poor man! Don't move!
Have you a cigar? Listen! When you... |
"MY DEAR SIR,--Should you read this, I shall be gone. I am ashamed to
trouble you--a man should surely manage so as not to give trouble; and
yet I believe you will not consider me importunate. If, then, you will
pick up the pieces of an old fellow, I ask you to have my sword, the
letter enclosed in this, and the photog... |
It happened when he was thirty-eight, for the first and only time in his
life travelling on the Continent, with his twin-brother James and a man
named Traquair. On the way from Germany to Venice, he had found himself
at the Hotel Goldene Alp at Salzburg. It was late August, and weather
for the gods: sunshine on the wal... |
"What was that you said to him?" he asked of the Hungarian."I said," answered Boleskey, "'You have eaten and drunk; and now you are
my enemy!'""Quite right!" said Swithin, "quite right! A beggar is every man's
enemy.""You do not understand," the Hungarian replied politely. "While he was
a beggar--I, too, have had to be... |
He doubled the fist of his sound arm and struck a blow at space. To his
amazement she began to laugh. Nettled at this, he put his hand beneath
the heavy table and lifted it. Rozsi clapped her hands. "Ah I now I
see--how strong you are!" She made him a curtsey and whisked round to the
window. He found the quick intellig... |
Boleskey rose to speak. No one moved; not a sound could be heard but the
tone of his deep voice. On and on he went, fierce and solemn, and with
the rise of his voice, all those faces--fair or swarthy--seemed to be
glowing with one and the same feeling. Swithin felt the white heat in
those faces--it was not decent! In t... |
Swithin experienced a faint, unavoidable emotion; but looking at the
Count's trousers, he thought: 'Doesn't look much like one!' And with an
ironic bow to the silent girls, he turned, and took his hat. But when he
had reached the bottom of the dark stairs he heard footsteps. Rozsi came
running down, looked out at the d... |
"You are not dancing, Rozsi Kozsanony?" (Miss Rozsi). "Let me, then,
have the pleasure." He held out his arm. Swithin stared in front of
him. In the very act of going she gave him a look that said as plain as
words: "Will you not?" But for answer he turned his eyes away, and when
he looked again she was gone. He paid t... |
"At three o'clock they start in a carriage on the road to Linz--they have
bad horses--the Herr also rides a white horse."Swithin at once hailed a carriage and started at full gallop on the road
to Linz. Outside the Mirabell Garden he caught sight of Kasteliz and
grinned at him. 'I've sold him anyway,' he thought; 'for ... |
"Let us not forget," he said, "that we go perhaps to ruin, to death; in
the face of all this we go, because our country needs--in this there is
no credit, neither to me nor to you, my daughters; but for this noble
Englishman, what shall we say? Give thanks to God for a great heart. He
comes--not for country, not for fa... |
Swithin made a feeble gesture. "Adolf," he said, "I'm very bad.""Yes, sir!""Why do you stand there like a cow?" asked Swithin; "can't you see I'm
very bad?""Yes, sir!" The valet's face twitched as though it masked the dance of
obscure emotions."I shall feel better after dinner. What time is it?""Five o'clock.""I though... |
He had not altogether shaken off a worship he had felt for Pippin--"King"
Pippin he was always called, when they had been boys at the Camborne
Grammar-school. "King" Pippin! the boy with the bright colour, very
bright hair, bright, subtle, elusive eyes, broad shoulders, little stoop
in the neck, and a way of moving it ... |
"So you are going out again, Scorrier, for the other side? I tell Mr.
Scorrier, sir, that he is going out for the enemy. Don't find them a
mine as good as you found us, there's a good man."The little director asked explosively: "See our last dividend? Twenty
per cent; eh, what?"Hemmings moved a finger, as if reproving ... |
Scorrier shook his head. All night, jolting along a rough track cut
through the forest, he thought of Pippin. The other miseries of this
calamity at present left him cold; he barely thought of the smothered
men; but Pippin's struggle, his lonely struggle with this hydra-headed
monster, touched him very nearly. He fell ... |
The sky to the west was crossed by a single line of cloud like a bar of
beaten gold; tree shadows crept towards the groups of men; the evening
savour, that strong fragrance of the forest, sweetened the air. The
miners stood all round amongst the burnt tree-stumps, cowed and sullen.
They looked incapable of movement or ... |
'After all,' he told himself, 'it's a little thing to ask--one letter a
month. I never heard of such a case.' It was wonderful indeed how they
stood it! It showed how much they valued Pippin! What was the matter
with him? What was the nature of his trouble? One glimpse Scorrier had
when even Hemmings, as he phrased it,... |
He looked back at the town. Brilliantly lighted it had a thriving
air--difficult to believe of the place he remembered ten years back; the
sounds of drinking, gambling, laughter, and dancing floated to his ears.
'Quite a city!' he thought.With this queer elation on him he walked slowly back along the street,
forgetting... |
Produced by A. Light, and Linda BowserMAIN STREET AND OTHER POEMSby Joyce Kilmer[Alfred Joyce Kilmer, American (New Jersey & New York) Poet --
1886-1918.][A number of these poems originally appeared in various periodicals.][Note on text: There were no significant italics in this text. Lines
longer than 75 characters ha... |
For Christopher Wren and these other men
Who used to build on earth
Will love to go to work again
If they may work for you.
"This porch," you'll say, "should go this way!"
And they'll work for all they're worth,
And they'll come to your palace every morning,
And ask you what to do.And when night comes down o... |
So let the gate swing open
However poor the yard,
Lest weary people visit you
And find their passage barred;
Unlatch the door at midnight
And let your lantern's glow
Shine out to guide the traveler's feet
To you across the snow.There was a courteous hostler
(He is in Heav... |
I wish I could feel as they must feel, these players brave and fair,
Who nonchalantly juggle death before a staring throng.
It must be fine to walk a line of silver in the air
And to cleave a hundred feet of space with a gesture like a song.Sir Henry Irving never knew a keener, sweeter thrill
Than that which sti... |
Suddenly, each knows fear;
Swift rumours pass, that every one must hear,
The hostile banners blaze against the sky
And by the embassies mobs rage and cry.
Now war has come, and peace is at an end.
On Paris town the German troops descend.
They are turned back, and driven to Champagne.
And now, as to so many weary... |
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Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.netBUCHANAN'S
JOURNAL OF MAN.VOL. I. JUNE, 1887. NO. 5.CONTENTS OF JOURNAL OF MAN.The Most Marvellous Triumph of Educational Science
The Grand Symposium of the Wise Men
T... |
I would not wish to diminish by harsh criticism the sentiment of
reverence which is already too feeble in the American mind. We cannot
be too reverent to real intellectual and moral greatness, but to
reverence beyond their worth the teachers of old inherited falsehoods,
is to be a traitor to truth. The literature of to... |
It has been known throughout this century that certain persons can be
brought under the control of those of stronger wills, so as to realize
the thoughts, and even sensations of the operator, feeling what he
feels, tasting what he tastes, apparently more familiar with his body
than their own, and passively subject to h... |
This method is simply that of assuming control of the subject when he
is in the passive state, and making him believe anything he is told,
as, for example, that a handkerchief is a snake, that a piece of money
is burning hot, or that he is a king, a hero, an orator, an
auctioneer, or anything else suggested by the fanc... |
The report of the discussion given us above in _Sphinx_ shows that
these important suggestions met with only one unfriendly criticism,
and that of little force. M. Desjardins, Esq., suggested that it was
highly important that other honorable gentlemen, like Dr. Liebault,
Dr. Voisin, and Dr. Dumont, should be officially... |
The editor did not obtain what he was ostensibly seeking, but he did
obtain an amount of evidence of ignorance, in high places, which I
should be happy to record, but for the fact that it would occupy more
than half of one number of the JOURNAL OF MAN. Nevertheless, I cannot
deprive my readers of the pleasure and amuse... |
14. BENJAMIN APTHORP GOULD, LL.D., Astronomer, Cambridge.My faith is firm, but I have no time
To explain it all in this tuneful rhyme.
Science cannot say much, I fear,
But must admit that God is here,
And if the priests would let us alone,
Perhaps a little more might be known.
Spirit is fact, and this I ass... |
The only proper and wholesome view of this subject, the only view
compatible with ethical or religious principles, is that our
unfortunate criminal brethren need our loving care instead of
vindictive hate. They should never be sent to prison for any definite
term of confinement, as a punishment, but, like lunatics and ... |
OLD FOGY BIOGRAPHY.--It seems that biography as well as history will
have to be re-written in the light of modern progress. _Appleton's
Cyclopedia of American Biography_ has sent out its first volume,
edited by Gen. Wilson and Prof. John Fiske. The sources of this volume
do not promise much liberality, and the first vo... |
Surely the search for truth is the most imperative of duties for those
who are chosen to lead the rising generation. They who fail in this
duty are as guilty as the sentinels who sleep or carouse upon their
posts. The eloquent words of Rev. J. K. Applebee are appropriate to
such offences: "The man who is not true to th... |
In the embryo of twelve weeks a great advance has taken place; the
optic lobes or quadrigemina are still large, but the cerebrum is
larger than all the remainder. Still, it has not yet developed what
might be called frontal and occipital lobes. The basis of the middle
lobe, which is the most physiological portion of th... |
[3] The reader may naturally ask why have I not demonstrated
this assertion before the scientific world. The reason is,
that dogmatism rules in the sphere of natural science, and no
communication would receive fair treatment which contravened
the opinions of editors or the mass of prevalent opinion in
... |
DR. U. K. MAYO, Dentist,
378 Tremont St., Boston, Mass.* * * * *FACTS,A MONTHLY MAGAZINE,DEVOTED TOMental and Spiritual Phenomena,INCLUDINGDreams, Mesmerism, Psychometry, Clairvoyance,
Clairaudience, Inspiration, Trance, and Physical
... |
E-text prepared by Al HainesTHE UNKNOWN WRESTLERbyH. A. CODYAuthor of "Under Sealed Orders," "Rod of the Lone Patrol," Etc.McCLelland, Goodchild & Stewart
Publishers :: :: :: TorontoCopyright, 1918,
By George H. Doran CompanyTo All
True Wrestlers
this book is
Sympathetically DedicatedCONTENTSCHAPTERI ... |
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