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# The Strand Magazine/Volume 10/Issue 57

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* The Cripple at the Mill, by Max Pemberton. Illustrated by Sidney Paget.
* Illustrated Interviews. No. XLIII. "The New Romeo and Juliet"
** I. Romeo: Mr. J. Forbes Robertson, by Harry How.
** II. Juliet: Mrs. Patrick Campbell, by M. Griffith.
* Gleams from the Dark Continent. III. The Hidden Egyptian Shield, by Charles J. Mansford. Illustrated by A. Pearse.
* Calculating Boys.
* M.P.'s as Artists: I, by William G. FitzGerald.
* Stories from the Diary of a Doctor, Second Series. IX. The Strange Case of Captain Gascoigne, by L. T. Meade and Clifford Halifax. Illustrated by Gordon Browne.
* Portraits of Celebrities at Different Times of their Lives.
* Sir John Gorell Barnes
* George N. Curzon
* Letty Lind
* Jean Baptiste Edouard Detaille
* War Ballooning, by Charles Knight.
* A Hero from the Italian of Edmondo de Amicis. Illustrated by Paul Hardy.
* The Evolution of Cricket, by Alfred T. Story.
* In the Donkey's Dairy by Framley Steelcroft. Illustrated by A. J. Johnson.
* The Exploits of Brigadier Gerard. VI. How the Brigadier Was Tempted by the Devil, by A. Conan Doyle. Illustrated by W. B. Wollen.
* Fables: The Hermit and the Bear by J. A. Shepherd.
* The Spring-Tide of Love by Pleydell North. Illustrated by H. R. Millar.
# The Strand Magazine/Volume 10

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* No. 55. - July 1895.
* No. 56. - August 1895.
* No. 57. - September 1895.
* No. 58. - October 1895.
* No. 59. - November 1895.
* No. 60. - December 1895.
* Index to Volume.
# The Strand Magazine/Volume 10/Issue 56

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* Gleams from the Dark Continent. II. The Wizard of Swazi Swamp, by Charles J. Mansford. Illustrated by A. Pearse.
* Illustrated Interviews. No. XLII. Mr. W. G. Grace, by Fred W. Ward.
* Stories from the Diary of a Doctor, Second Series. VIII. On a Charge of Forgery, by L. T. Meade and Clifford Halifax. Illustrated by Gordon Browne.
* The Sea-Serpent, by Alfred T. Story.
* Portraits of Celebrities at Different Times of their Lives.
* Sir Arthur Arnold
* Prince George, Duke of Cambridge
* Felix François Faure
* Helen Allingham
* The Great Californian Heiress by Grant Allen. Illustrated by Paul Hardy.
* Strange Devices, written and illustrated by James Scott.
* The Ladies of Queen Victoria's Court.
* The Exploits of Brigadier Gerard. V. How the Brigadier Took the Field Against the Marshal Millefleurs, by A. Conan Doyle. Illustrated by W. B. Wollen.
* Notable Families. I. The Gladstone Family, by Albert H. Broadwell. Illustrated by Florence K. Upton.
* Dorothee's Kiss by Minnie Mortimer. Illustrated by A. Pearse.
* From Behind the Speaker's Chair by Henry W. Lucy. Illustrated by F. C. Gould.
* Fables: The Result of Going to Law by J. A. Shepherd.
* The Three Valleys from the German. Illustrated by H. R. Millar.
# The Strand Magazine/Volume 10/Issue 59

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* Gleams from the Dark Continent. V. The Lost Fetish of Walai, by Charles J. Mansford. Illustrated by A. Pearse.
* Great Names at Eton and Harrow.
* '48 by H. Herman Chilton. Illustrated by J. L. Wimbush.
* Shopkeepers' Advertising Novelties, written and illustrated by James Scott.
* Stories from the Diary of a Doctor, Second Series. XI. The Small House on Steven's Heath, by L. T. Meade and Clifford Halifax. Illustrated by Gordon Browne.
* The Signatures of Napoleon, written and illustrated by J. Holt Schooling.
* Portraits of Celebrities at Different Times of their Lives.
* Randall Davidson
* Beilby Lawley
* Sir Vivian Majendie
* A Black Diamond by Marianne Kent. Illustrated by Sidney Paget.
* Illustrated Interviews. No. XLIV. Rear-Admiral A. H. Markham, by William G. FitzGerald.
* "It", by Baron von Roberts. Illustrated by Dorothy Hardy.
* Lord Mayors' Shows: Past and Present, by Harry How.
* Captain Cronhelm's Blunder, by J. L. Hornibrook. Illustrated by C. J. Staniland.
* Fables: The Little Dog by J. A. Shepherd.
* Ringfalla Bridge by K. E. Sutter. Illustrated by H. R. Millar.
* The Queer Side of Things
** The Disadvantages of Mind, by J. F. Sullivan.
# The Riverside song book/Around the Hearth

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# The Riverside song book/Baby's Ring

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BABY’S RING.
Phoebe Cary. English Air.
1. Moth - er’s quite dis - tract - ed, Sis - ter's in des - pair,
2. Sure - ly nev - er such a babe Made a moth - er glad;
3. When she comes to wo - man-hood, If she keeps so fair,
All the household is a - stir Search-ing ev - ’ry - where.
Nev - er such a dain - ty hand An - y ba - by had!
She will sure- ly wear the ring Maid - ens love
Ev - ’ry nook must be ex-plored, Ev - ’ry cor - ner scanned—
Small-est ring was ev - er made Off her fin - ger slips;
And lest she should lose it then, She’ll be wise and deep.
dim.
Ba - by’s lost the ti - ny ring From her lit - tie hand.
She should have a fair-y’s ring For such ro - sy tips.
She will give to somebod - y Ring and hand to keep.
# The Riverside song book/Ben Bolt

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BEN BOLT.
Thomas Dunn English. Nelson Kneass.
1 . Oh! don't you re - mem-ber sweet Al - ice, Ben Bolt,
2. Un - der the hick- o - ry tree, Ben Bolt,
3. And don't you re - mem-ber the school, Ben Bolt,
4. There is change in the things I loved, Ben Bolt,
Sweet Al - ice whose hair was so brown,
Which stood at the foot of the hill,
With the mas - ter so kind and so true.
They have changed from the old to the new.
Who wept with de - light when you gave her a smile.
To - geth - er we've lain in the noon - day shade.
And the shad - ed nook by the run - ning brook,
But I feel in the depths of my spir - it the truth.
And trem-bled with fear at your frown? In the
And list - ened to Ap - ple - ton's mill. The
Where the fair - est wild flowers grew? Grass
There nev - er was change in you.
old church - yard, in the val - ley, Ben Bolt,
mill - wheel has fal - len to piec - es, Ben Bolt,
grows on the mas - ter's grave, Ben Bolt,
Twelve - months twen - ty have passed, Ben Bolt,
In a cor - ner ob - scure and a - lone;
The raf - ters have turn - bled in,
The spring of the brook is dry,
Since first we were friends — yet I hail
They have fit - ted a slab of the gran - ite so gray. And sweet
And a qui-et that crawls round the walls as you gaze. Has
And of all the boys who were school - mates then, There are
Thy presence a bless - ing, thy friendship a truth, Ben
Al - ice lies un - der the stone, - der the stone,
fol - lowed the old - en din, - en din.
on - ly you and I, and I.
Bolt of the salt sea gale, sea gale.
# The Riverside song book/Child and Mother

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CHILD AND MOTHER.
Eugene Field. Arr. from Voigtlaender.
Affettuoso allegretto.
1. O Moth -er- my - Love, if you'll give me your hand, And
2. There'll be no lit-tle tired - out boy to un - dress, No
3. And when I am tired I'll nes - tle my head In the
go where I ask you to wan - der, I will
ques-tions or cares to per - plex you, There'll be
bo - som that's sooth'd me so oft - en, And the
lead you a - way to a beau - ti - ful land,—The
no lit - tie bruis - es or bumps to ca - ress, Nor
wide a - wake stars shall sing in my stead, A
dream-land that's wait - ing out yon - der. We'll
patch -ing of stock - ings to vex you; For I'll
song which our dream - ing shall soft - en. So,
walk in a sweet po - sie - gar - den out there, Where
rock you a - way on a sil - ver - dew stream, And
Moth - er - my - Love, let me take your dear han, And a-
moon -light and star - light are stream-ing, And the
sing you a - sleep when you're wea - ry, And
way thro' the star - light we'll wan - der,— A -
flowers and the bird are fill - ing the air With the
no one shall know of our beau-ti - ful dream But
way through the mist to the beau-ti - ful land,—The
fra - grance and mu - sic of dream - ing.
you and your own lit - tie dear - ie.
dream - land that's wait - ing out yon - der.
# The Riverside song book/Battle Hymn of the Republic

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# The Riverside song book/Centennial Hymn

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# The Riverside song book/Concord Hymn

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# The Riverside song book/Columbus

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COLUMBUS.
Joaquin Miller. Unknown.
(A German Air.)
1. Be - hind him lay the gray A - zores, Be - hind the gates of
2. "My men grow mut'- nous day by day; My men grow ghast-ly
3. They sailed and sailed, as winds might blow, Un - til at last the
4. They sailed, they sailed, then spoke his mate: "This mad sea shows his
5. Then, pale and worn, he kept his deck. And thro' the dark-ness
Her - cu - les; Be - fore him not the ghost of shores. Be -
wan and weak." The stout mate tho't of home; a spray Of
blanch'd mate said; "Why, now, not e - ven God would know Should
teeth to - night, He curls his lip, he lies in wait, With
peered that night. Ah, dark - est night! and then a speck — A
fore him on - ly shore - less seas. The good mate said: "Now
salt wave wash'd his swar - thy cheek. "What shall I say, brave
I and all my men fall dead. These ver - y winds for -
lift - ed teeth as if to bite ! Brave Ad - mi - ral, say
light! a light! a light! a - light! It grew—a star - lit
must we pray, For lo! the ver - y stars are gone; Speak,
Ad - mi - ral, If we sight naught but seas at dawn?" "Why,
get their way, For God from these dread seas is gone. Now
but one word; What shall we do when hope is gone?" The
flag un - furled! It grew to be Time's burst of dawn; He
Ad - mi - ral, what shall I say?" "Why say, sail on! and on!"
you shall say, at break of day: 'Sail on! sail on! and on!"
speak, brave Ad - mi - ral, and say— He said: "Sail on! and on!"
words leaped as a leap - ing sword: "Sail on! sail on! and on!"
gained a world! he gave that world Its watch-word: "On ! and on!"
# The Riverside song book/Baby Charley

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# The Riverside song book/Curfew

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# The Sacred Books and Early Literature of the East/Volume 13/Book 2

ANCIENT JAPAN
(A.D. 600-1160)
THE NIHONGI
OR
CHRONICLES OF JAPAN
TRANSLATED BY W. G. ASTON
“In all their fulness How should we know The days of old; Did the august Yamato writing (the Nihongi) Not exist in the world?”
— JAPANESE POEM BY MOTOÖRI.
“On him who breaks this oath, Heaven will send a curse, and earth a plague; demons will slay them, and men will smite them. This is as manifest as the sun and moon.”
— LAWS OF KOTOKU.
# The Sacred Books and Early Literature of the East/Volume 5/The Poem of Imru-ul-Quais

THE HANGED POEMS
THE POEM OF IMRU-UL-QUAIS
* ↑ This is supposed to be the oldest of the "hanged" poems. Like the others it shifts abruptly from theme to theme. and is full of poetic comparisons. Indeed, its author is said to have started this fashion, winning for himself the name of "The creator of images."
* ↑ The poet in this and the following lines refers to an incident which is thus told us: during his wooing of Unaizah he followed her and the other maidens when they rode on camels to the pool Darat-i-Juljul. The women bathed in the pool and he captured their clothes and would not surrender these until each one came out of the water in turn and asked for hers. They held back so long before they yielded to this, that afterward they complained of being faint with hunger. Thereon he lavishly slew his camel so they could have it immediately for food. When they had eaten, they would not leave him stranded in the desert, so divided the trappings of his camel, each carrying home a part upon her beast, while the carrying of the poet himself fell to Unaizah. She jestingly protested that the howdah on her camel’s back was too small for the both.
# The Russian Review/Volume 1/April 1916/The Prayer

The Prayer.
By M. J. Lermontov.
Translated by Lindsay S. Perkins.
In life's dark moments when with care
And grief my heart is sore,
The accents of a wondrous prayer
I whisper o'er and o'er.
They bring a blessing with each tone,
Those living words of light,
And breathe a charm before unknown,
A holy, calm delight.
The burdens of my doubts and fears
Far from my spirit go;
My faith, my penitential tears,
How easy, easy flow!
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# The Russian Review/Volume 1/February 1916

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* VOL. I
* THE RUSSIAN REVIEW ||
* A MONTHLY MAGAZINE ||
* Devoted to Russian Life, Literature and Art. ||
| LEO PASVOLSKY, | LOUIS S. FRIEDLAND, | MARK VILLCHUR, |
| Editor. | Associate Editor. | Assistant Editor. |
* Published by
* The Russian Review Publishing Co., 31 East 7th St., New York City.
CONTENTS.
Translated by P. Leonov
LITERATURE, MUSIC, ART.
Translated from the Russian.
Translated from the Russian.
Rendered into English Verse by Alice Stone Blackwell.
INDUSTRY, COMMERCE, FINANCE.
RUSSIA AND THE WAR.
Translated by P. Leonov
REPRODUCTIONS OF RUSSIAN PAINTINGS:
Manuscripts should be addressed to the Editor of The Russian Review, 31 East 7th Street, New York City, and should be accompanied by stamped addressed envelope for return. Annual subscription rates: In the United States, Mexico. Cuba, and American Possessions, $3.00 net: in Canada, $3.50: in all other countries in the postal union, $4.00. Copyright, 1916, by the Russian Review Publishing Company.
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# The Russian Review/Volume 1/February 1916/I Shall Saddle my Steed...

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I shall saddle my steed, my steed speedy and fleet,
And away I shall fly, light as falcon, and free,
On through fields, over seas, to the land far away,
There my youth overtake, and return it to me.
I shall dress myself gaily, and maidens again,
As before, will with greeting receive me, and love.
But alas! No paths lead where there's never return,
And the sun never starts its bright course in the West.
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# The Royal Path of Life

Revised Edition, published in 1882.
"Life is before you from the fated road You cannot turn: then take ye up the load, Not yours to tread or leave the unknown way, Ye must go o'er it, meet ye what ye may. Gird up your souls within you to the deed, Angels and fellow-spirits bid you speed!"  Butler
* Preface
* Life
* Man and Woman
* Mother
* Children
* Youth
* Home
* Family Worship
* Home Influence
* Home Amusements
* To Young Men
* To Young Women
* Daughter and Sister
* Associates
* Influence
* Habit
* Company
* Force of Character
* Integrity
* Poor Boys and Great Eminence
* Occupation
* Employment
* True Greatness
* Idleness
* Education
* Opportunity
* Spare Moments
* Books
* Reading
* Perseverance
* Pluck
* Self Reliance
* Labor
* Energy
* Luck and Pluck
* Purpose and Will
* Courage
* Little Things
* Economy
* Farm Life
* Success
* Industry
* Honesty
* Character
* Principle and Right
* Value of Reputation
* Fame
* Ambition
* Avarice
* Gambling
* Temper
* Anger
* Obstinacy
* Hypocrisy
* Fretting and Grumbling
* Fault Finding
* Envy
* Slander
* Vanity
* Pride
* Fops and Dandies
* Fashion
* Dress
* Church Dress
* Manners
* The True Gentleman
* Wit
* Truth
* Judgment
* Patience
* Contentment
* Cheerfulness
* Happiness
* Gratitude
* Hope
* Charity
* Kindness
* Friendship
* Courtship
* Flirting
* Bachelors
* Influence of Matrimony
* Advantage of Matrimony
* Young Men and Matrimony
* Young Ladies and Matrimony
* Love
* Matrimony
* The Conjugal Relation
* Husband and Wife
* Joy
* Beauty
* Music
* Honor
* Genius and Talent
* Thinkers
* Benefactors and Malefactors
* Trials of Life
* Sickness
* Tears
* Sorrow
* Sorrowing for the Dead
* Adversity
* Debt
* Failure
* Despair
* Stepping-stones
* Prayer
* There is a God
* The Bible
* Religion
* Doing Good
* Well Doing
* Old Age
* Death
# The Sword of Welleran and Other Stories/The Hurricane

THE HURRICANE
One night I sat alone on the great down, looking over the edge of it at a murky, sullen city. All day long with its smoke it had troubled the holy sky, and now it sat there roaring in the distance and glared at me with its furnaces and lighted factory windows. Suddenly I became aware that I was not the only enemy of that city, for I perceived the colossal form of the Hurricane walking over the down towards me, playing idly with the flowers as he passed, and near me he stopped and spake to the Earthquake, who had come up mole-like but vast out of a cleft in the earth.
"Old friend," said the Hurricane, "rememberest when we wrecked the nations and drave the herds of the sea into new pasturage?"
​"Yes," said the Earthquake, drowsily; "Yes, yes."
"Old friend," said the Hurricane, "there are cities everywhere. Over thy head while thou didst sleep they have built them constantly. My four children the Winds suffocate with the fumes of them, the valleys are desolate of flowers, and the lovely forests are cut down since last we went abroad together."
The Earthquake lay there, with his snout towards the city, blinking at the lights, while the tall Hurricane stood beside him pointing fiercely at it.
"Come," said the Hurricane, "let us fare forth again and destroy them, that all the lovely forests may come back and the furry creeping things. Thou shalt whelm these cities utterly and drive the people forth, and I will smite them in the shelterless places and sweep their desecrations from the sea. Wilt thou come ​forth with me and do this thing for the glory of it? Wilt thou wreck the world again as we did, thou and I, or ever Man had come? Wilt thou come forth to this place at this hour to-morrow night?"
"Yes," said the Earthquake, "Yes," and he crept to his cleft again, and head foremost waddled down into the abysses.
When the Hurricane strode away, I got up quietly and departed, but at that hour of the next night I came up cautiously to the same spot. There I found the huge grey form of the Hurricane alone, with his head bowed in his hands, weeping; for the Earthquake sleeps long and heavily in the abysses, and he would not wake.
# The Sword of Welleran and Other Stories/The Doom of La Traviata

THE DOOM OF LA TRAVIATA
Evening stole up out of mysterious lands and came down on the streets of Paris, and the things of the day withdrew themselves and hid away, and the beautiful city was strangely altered, and with it the hearts of men. And with lights and music, and in silence and in the dark, the other life arose, the life that knows the night, and dark cats crept from the houses and moved to silent places, and dim streets became haunted with dusk shapes. At this hour in a mean house, near to the Moulin Rouge, La Traviata died; and her death was brought to her by her own sins, and not by the years of God. But the soul of La Traviata drifted blindly about the streets where she had sinned till it struck ​against the wall of Notre Dame de Paris. Thence it rushed upwards, as the sea mist when it beats against a cliff, and streamed away to Paradise, and was there judged. And it seemed to me, as I watched from my place of dreaming, when La Traviata came and stood before the seat of judgment, that clouds came rushing up from the far Paradisal hills and gathered together over the head of God, and became one black cloud; and the clouds moved swiftly as shadows of the night when a lantern is swung in the hand, and more and more clouds rushed up, and ever more and more, and, as they gathered, the cloud a little above the head of God became no larger, but only grew blacker and blacker. And the halos of the saints settled lower upon their heads and narrowed and became pale, and the singing of the choirs of the seraphim faltered and sunk low, and the converse of the blessed suddenly ceased. Then a stern look came into ​the face of God, so that the seraphim turned away and left Him, and the saints. Then God commanded, and seven great angels rose up slowly through the clouds that carpet Paradise, and there was pity on their faces, and their eyes were closed. Then God pronounced judgment, and the lights of Paradise went out, and the azure crystal windows that look towards the world, and the windows rouge and verd, became dark and colourless, and I saw no more. Presently the seven great angels came out by one of Heaven's gates and set their faces Hellwards, and four of them carried the young soul of La Traviata, and one of them went on before and one of them followed behind. These six trod with mighty strides the long and dusty road that is named the Way of the Damned. But the seventh flew above them all the way, and the light of the fires of Hell that was hidden from the six by the dust of that ​dreadful road flared on the feathers of his breast.
Presently the seven angels, as they swept Hellwards, uttered speech.
THE SOUL OF LA TRAVIATA
But the Lord arose with His sword, and scattered His disobedient angels as a thresher scatters chaff.
# The Skylark

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* "The Sky Lark—Child's Morning Hymn", a poem by Felicia Hemans
* "The Skylark", a poem by James Hogg
* "The Skylark" by Abram Smyth Palmer in Littell's Living Age, 169 (2189)
* "To a Skylark", an ode by Percy Bysshe Shelley
* "The Sky-Lark", a poem by an unknown author
# The Skylark (Hogg)

* "The Lark" in The Book of Scottish Song (1843)
* "Address to the Skylark" in The Grammar of English Grammars (1882)
* "The Skylark" in Poems That Every Child Should Know (1904)
# The Skye Boat Song

The Skye Boat Song has gained the reputation of a traditional Scottish song recalling the escape of the young pretender Charles Edward Stuart (Bonnie Prince Charlie) after his defeat at Culloden in 1746: he escaped from Uist to the Isle of Skye in a small boat with the aid of Flora Macdonald. He was disguised as a serving maid. The 19th century adherents of Scottish romantic nationalism (known as Jacobitism) enlarged the anecdote to a legend.Warning: template has been deprecated.
Speed bonnie boat like a bird on the wing Harold Boulton, Bart. Annie MacLeod
Skye Boat Song.ogg
Chorus: Speed bonnie boat like a bird on the wing, Onward, the sailors cry. Carry the lad that's born to be king Over the sea to Skye.
Loud the winds howl, loud the waves roar, Thunderclaps rend the air, Baffled, our foes stand by the shore, Follow they will not dare.
Chorus   Many's the lad fought on that day, Well the claymore could wield, When the night came, silently lay Dead in Culloden's field.   Chorus
Though the waves leap, soft shall ye sleep, Ocean's a royal bed. Rock'd in the deep Flora will keep Watch o'er your weary head.
Chorus
Burned are our homes, exile and death, Scattered the loyal men. Yet ere the sword cool in the sheath, Charlie will come again.
Chorus
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# The Sky is low—the Clouds are mean

* "Beclouded" in Poems (1890)
* "The sky is low, the clouds are mean" in The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson (1924)