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# The Spirit of the Nation/A Rude Repeal Melody

A RUDE REPEAL MELODY.
What? stirring at last, "Old Land!" And dar'st thou gaze at the sun? And thy mighty sister looking on! Why thou hast never a brand, ​And slavery hath deformed thee, And the central heart that warm'd thee Hath been suck'd dry by thy kindred, And thy thin white hairs are cinder'd, Remember, you're but a step-child, Land! And thy sister flaunts in thy finery grand.
II.
What? standing erect, "Old Land!" With thy wasted green robe round thee, Rent with the withes that bound thee. Art not asham'd, at thy sister's door, Looking so meagre, squalid, and poor— Think'st thou she'll stretch thee her hand? Ha! ha! she'll chain thee and whip thee, And of thy last garment strip thee. Down—down, or hide thee or flee To your lone heritage—slavery.
III.
What? thundering to be heard, "Old Land!" Ho! bravely and boldly done; Now! where are thy children gone? Aye, there; support her—she's weak— See! see! how her cold limbs shake; Let her lean on that rusted brand! "They have treated thee ill!" Old Dame, And thou blushest with rage and shame— Thou'rt astir!—a fearful token! That the o'er-strain'd bow has broken!
# The Spirit of the Nation/A Rally for Ireland. May, 1689

A RALLY FOR IRELAND.
MAY, 1689.
I.
Shout it out, till it ring From Benmore to Cape Clear; For our Country, and King, And Religion so dear, Rally, rally—Irishmen! rally; Form round the flag, that wet with our tears, And torn, and bloody, lay hid for long years, And now once again in its pride re-appears. See from The Castle our Green Banner waves! Bearing fit motto for up-rising slaves! ​For "Now or Never, Now and for Ever," Bids you to battle for triumph, or graves. And the grave holds no slave, Death unfetters the brave. Then rally, rally, Irishmen! rally. Shout "Now or Never, Now and for Ever," Fight to the last and ye cannot be slaves!
II.
M'Carthy, and Hamilton— Are they not here? Talbot, Berwick, and Sheldon— Why should we fear? And French men—all staunch men, Boisleau, and Pontée, Pusignan, and Rosen; And soon we shall have the stout Count Lauzun, And Baldearg O'Donnell—the promis'd and chosen. From Shannon to Ban, from Liffey to Lee, The country is rising for Liberty. Though your arms are rude, if your courage be good, As the traitors fled, shall the strangers flee From another Iveagh, and another Claudy Arm, peasant and lord; Grasp musket and sword; Grasp pike, scythe, or skein; give the war-horse the rein; March, shoulder to shoulder, for Liberty!
III.
Old Schomberg and Churchill Are coming here; Bloody Kirk, and Dutch Will— Yet never ye fear; For our Feis has met—they're a princely set: De Courcy, O'Neill, Plunkett, MacDonnell, Burke, Byrne, Nagle, St. Lawrence, O'Donnell— The choice of the land from Cork to Tyrconnell! ​They'll break the last link of the Saxon chain; They'll give us back our lands again. Then up ye and fight for your king and right— Laws are vain, unless swords maintain; If freedom you'd gain, be victors or slain. Then rally, rally, Irishmen rally! Fight "Now or Never, Now and for Ever:" Win freedom, and wear it, or die on the plain!
# The Spirit of the Nation/A Traveller's Testimony

A TRAVELLER'S TESTIMONY.
I.
Green-vested land, with emeralds strewn, Wherever wends the pilgrim weary, With faltering steps and dusty shoon, From Rhine to Loire—from Baste to Erie. He feels still freshlier o'er his heart Rush the remembrance of thy beauty; And owns, all peerless as thou art, To love thee, both his joy and duty.
II.
Romantic land! in other climes Far brighter suns the skies illumine; In the warm south, 'mid vesper chimes, More dazzlingly bright-eyed is woman. But sunlight there like lightning burns, While thine streams soft as crystal waters; Too warm the southern maids, and turns The yearning breast to Erin's daughters.
III.
Oh, matchless land! so well combine Thy elements of cloud and splendour, That earth no valleys boast like thine, Enamelled with a green so tender! So well in Erin, too, are mixed The elements of wit and honour, That other nations' eyes are fixed In hopeless rivalry upon her!
# The Whole Prophecies of Scotland, England, Ireland, France & Denmark/Chapter 17

The Prediction of Malchy, ſome time Arch-Biſhop of Dublin, and accounted by the Papiſts for a Saint, relating to the downfal of the Papacy.
THIS man having by way of Symbole deſcribed all the Popes that were before his time, ſince his time, and what he propoſes are yet to come, concludes with a ſad O hone! O hone! in theſe words: In the laſt perſecution of the Romiſh church, (ſays he) one Peter a Roman, ſhall poſſeſs the chair, and feed the ſheep in many tribulations; which being accompliſhed, the ſeven-hill'd city ſhall be deſtroyed, and the dreadful Judge ſhall call the people to judgement: And this, according to his account, is computed to happen in the year 1800, if we allow 7 years to the reign of every Pope; however, for the Elect's ſake, theſe days may be ſhortened.
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# The Whole Prophecies of Scotland, England, Ireland, France & Denmark/Chapter 19

A very ancient Prophecy called Truswell's Prophecy, becauſe when it was firſt found it was put into the hands of Mr. Truswell, recorder of Lincoln.
THE Lilly (by which France is ſignified) ſhall remain the better part, and he ſhall be moved againſt the ſeed of the Lyon, and he ſhall ſtand on one part amongſt the thorns of his kingdom, whoſe kingdom is the land of the Moon; and there ſhall come the Son of Man bearing the wild beaſts in his arms; with a multitude of people he ſhall paſs many waters, and ſhall come to the land of the Lyon, looking for help from the beaſts of his own country; then shall there come an Eagle out of the Eaſt with his wings ſpread with the beams of the ſun, and in that year shall be deſtroyed caſtles, or rather ships upon the Thames; and there shall be great fear over all the world, and eſpecially in one part of the land there shall be a great battle amongſt many kings; and in that day shall be the bloody field, wherein the Lilly shall loſe his Crown, where with the Son of Man shall be crowned; and ​in the 14 year many battles shall be fought for the ⟨⟩faith. The head of the world shall be brought down to the duſt, (viz. the Pope) and the Son of Man with the Eagle, shall be exalted, and there ſhall be a univerſal peace over all the world, and the Son of Man receive a wonderful ſign, and there ſhall be great plenty of all fruits of the earth; and he shall go into the land of the croſs, viz. the Holy Land. This prophecy when firſt found, and many times ſince, has put ſundry learned perſons to conſider when it would come to paſs, and who ſhould be meant by the Son of Man; however, happily after all, this age may more plainly manifeſt.
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# The Whole Prophecies of Scotland, England, Ireland, France & Denmark/Chapter 23

Tycho Brabas' Prediction of the downfal of Popery.
THIS noble Dane, famous for learning, was of ſuch account, that ⟨King⟩ James the firſt of England, upon ​his being in Denmark, went to his caſtle of Vraniburg to pay him a viſit, where he wrote theſe verſes is his commendation, viz.
What Phoebus dar'd, or what's by Phaeton done, To rule the fiery horſes of the ſun; More Tycho doth, he rules the ſtars above, And is Uranias' favourite and love.
He tells us, that the light of the goſpel, and purity of religion doth shine out clearly, overcoming the darkneſs of papal error; adding, that we are wow at the heigheſt perfection, and that the power of Antichriſt and the Pope shall decay and be brought to ruin, and God, who ruleth in heaven, allo shall rule all things on earth.
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# The Whole Prophecies of Scotland, England, Ireland, France & Denmark/Chapter 21

A Prophecy found in the Mountain Taurus in Switzerland, engraven on a ſquare marble ſtone, and in Engliſh, thus:
A Star shall ariſe in Europe over the Hiberians, towards the great houſe of the north, whoſe beams ​⟨shall⟩ unexpectedly enlighten the whole world: This shall be in a moſt deſireable time, when mortals wearied with wars, shall unanimouſly deſire peace; they shall ſtrive indeed, by reaſon of a long laſting vacancy, with various ſtudies, who shall obtain the power of empire, but at laſt the off-ſpring of the ancient blood shall overcome, and proceed victoriouſly by force of arms, till reſiſted by contrary fates; for this far being ſet, another co-equal light blazing with more ardent flames of war, shall ſpread his empire even to the coaſt of the Antipodes; but firſt France shall ſubmit her neck to his yoke, and Britanny ſupplyant in ships, shall caſt her ſelf at his feet. Italy breathing after ſceptres ſo high, shall ſtretch to him her languishing hand: But this bright beam with the vaſt deſire of men, shall abſcond itſelf in the clouds of God; after which many dire misfortunes and calamities ſhall befal mankind, &c.
Cornelius Gemma cites this prophecy in his book of ſupernatural apparitions, and it is held to be one of the prophecies of Sybilla Tiburtina, and many interpreted it to the advantage of Charles the fifth emperor, others of Philip the ſecond, king of Spain; others to Henry the fourth of France, but however, none of them anſwered it in their action, therefore we muſt conclude it is yet to come, and expect a favourable iſſue.
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# The Whole Prophecies of Scotland, England, Ireland, France & Denmark/Chapter 22

A Prophecy of Rabbi Elias, relating to the end of the world.
THE words in original are in Hebrew, as being done by a Jewish Rabin, but in English thus, viz.
Thus ſaid the ſons of Diſciples of Elias, the world conſiſteth of 6000 years, 2000 years void, 2000 the law, and 2000 under the Meſſias, but for our ſins which are many, thoſe years are paſſed over that are paſt already; and of this opinion are many learned fathers of the Chriſtian Church, alluding a ⟨thouſand⟩ years to a day of the creation; and as there was a ſabbath of reſt at the end of the ſix days, ſo at the end of the ſix thouſand years there will be an everlaſting ſabbath.
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# The Whole Prophecies of Scotland, England, Ireland, France & Denmark/Chapter 15

Another Prophecy of the ſame Author, &c.
THE French King (ſays he) or (as the latin has it) the King of France, ſhall be driven out by his own ​people; for he will exerciſe very great tyranny againſt his ſubjects and againſt the church of Chriſt, being inſtigated or ſtirred up thereunto by the Romiſh Biſhops, &c. who being bribed with money, ſhall ſeduce and betray him: This he ſhall ſeem to do in favour of his kingdom or allies; but when he ſhall be removed and deceived, he ſhall he left all alone in baniſhment, abandoned by thoſe that he confided in: This ſhall happen towards the end of the ſecond incurſe, ſo the field ſhall hang on the fire-band. This was written as ancient as the former.
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# The Whole Prophecies of Scotland, England, Ireland, France & Denmark/Chapter 16

A Prophecy of the Turks, concerning the downſal of their Empire.
OUR Monarch ſhall come, he ſhall diſpoſſeſs the unbelieving Prince of this kingdom; he ſhall ſubdue the red apple, and make it yield to his government, and if happily the Chriſtian ſword prevail not unto the ſeventh year, he ſhall over-rule them unto the twelfth year: He ſhall build caſtles, plant vineyards, and fortify his gardens (or towns) with walls; he ſhall increaſe in iſſue; but after the 12th year, the ſword of the Chriſtians ſhall approach, which ſhall put the Turks to flight, utterly vanquiſhing them. As for this prophecy, the accompliſhment of it is now in diſpute between the Turks and Chriſtians, and therefore I leave the reader to expect the event.
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# The Whole Prophecies of Scotland, England, Ireland, France & Denmark/Chapter 18

Gildas his Prophecy mentioned by Biſhop Usher, relating to the Scots Nation, and reduced into Engliſh thus:
SCOTLAND 'bove all ſhall his brave Chief bemoan, Who all the ſea-girt places rules alone: The widow'd land of bounteous Prince bereft, Shall twice three years and nine long months be left. Sad Scotland mourns her old juſt valiant Kings, But Merling ſays, after them up there ſprings, One that ſhall not in kingly manner ſway, The royal ſceptre, yet make them obey: To Albany preſaging miſchief flows, By their own frauds undone more than their foes, Yet old Sybillia has in rhymes foretold, She ſhall revive when one that doats on gold Is lay'd to reſt; the white Albanion then, By treachery undoes his country-men: A northern Prince with numerous, ſhips ſhall vex, The Scots, whom fury, ſword and death perplex: Soon after ſorrows ceaſe, and joys appear, And welcome peace ſalutes our hemiſphere. This Gildas in ſtory well read, foreſhows, Whoſe verſe though brief, much matter may diſcloſe.
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# The Whole Prophecies of Scotland, England, Ireland, France & Denmark/Chapter 20

A Prophecy found in the library of Salizarius of Heidleburgh in Germany, about two hundred years ſince.
THERE shall a great King ariſe out of the nation of the moſt illuſtrious Lillies, having a long forehead, high brows, large eyes, and an Eagle's noſe; he shall gather a great army and deſtroy all the tyrants of his kingdom, and ſlay all that fly into mountains and caves from his face, for righteouſneſs ſhall be joined to him as the bridegroom to the bride; with them he shall wage war, even unto the fortieth year, bringing into ſubjection the Iſlanders, Italians and Spaniards; Rome and Florence he ſhall deſtroy and burn with fire, ſo as ſalt may be ſown on the land. The greateſt clergymen that have invaded Peter's chair, he shall put to death, and in the ſame year obtain a double crown; at laſt going over ſea with a great army, he shall enter Greece and be named the king of the Greeks: The Turks and Barbarians he shall ſubdue, making ⟨am⟩ edict, that every one shall die the death that worshippeth not the crucified one, and none shall be found able to reſiſt him, becauſe a holy arm from the Lord shall be always with him; and he shall poſſeſs the dominions of the earth. These things bring done, he shall be called the reſt of the holy Chriſtians. 'Tis ſuppoſed of king William, being prince of Orange, which is in France.
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# The Woman in White/Epoch 2/Several Narratives/3

3. The Narrative of Jane Gould.
I was the person sent in by Mr. Goodricke, to do what was right and needful by the remains of a lady, who had died at the house named in the certificate which precedes this. I found the body in charge of the servant, Hester Pinhorn. I remained with it, and prepared it, at the proper time, for the grave. It was laid in the coffin, in my presence; and I afterwards saw the coffin screwed down, previous to its removal. When that had been done, and not before, I received what was due to me, and left the house. I refer persons who may wish to investigate my character to Mr. Goodricke. He will bear witness that I can be trusted to tell the truth.
(Signed)Jane Gould.
# The Woman in White/Epoch 2/Several Narratives/4

4. The Narrative of the Tombstone.
Sacred to the Memory of Laura, Lady Glyde, wife of Sir Percival Glyde, Bart., of Blackwater Park, Hampshire; and daughter of the late Philip Fairlie, Esq., of Limmeridge House, in this parish. Born, March 27th, 1829; married, December 22nd, 1849; died July 25th, 1850.
# The Woman in White/Epoch 2/Several Narratives/2

2. The Narrative of the Doctor.
To the Registrar of the Sub-District in which the under-mentioned death took place.—I hereby certify that I attended Lady Glyde, aged Twenty-One last Birthday; that I last saw her, on Thursday, the 25th of July, 1850; that she died on the same day at No. 5, Forest-road, St. John's Wood; and that the cause of her death was, Aneurism. Duration of Disease, not known.
(Signed)Alfred Goodricke.
Prof$^l$. Title.M.R.C.S. Eng. L.S.A. Address.12, Croydon Gardens, St. John's Wood.
# The Works of George Eliot (Cabinet Edition)/Volume 23

THE WORKS
OF
GEORGE ELIOT
* SILAS MARNER THE LIFTED VEIL BROTHER JACOB
WILLIAM BLACKWOOD AND SONS EDINBURGH AND LONDON
Contents
# The Works of George Eliot (Cabinet Edition)/The Lifted Veil

THE LIFTED VEIL
Give me no light, great Heaven, but such as turns To energy of human fellowship; No powers beyond the growing heritage That makes completer manhood.
* Chapter I
* Chapter II
# The bloody plains of Waterloo

* "The Battle of Waterloo" in Battle of Waterloo (1815)
* "The bloody plains of Waterloo" in Select collection No. XXVIII (n.d.)
# The Works of J. W. von Goethe/Volume 9/By the River ("When by the broad stream thou dost dwell")

Consistent with the original work, this page also contains an untitled couplet.
BY THE RIVER.
When by the broad stream thou dost dwell, Oft shallow is its sluggish flood; Then, when thy fields thou tendest well, It o'er them spreads its slime and mud.
The ships descend ere daylight wanes, The prudent fisher upward goes; Round reef and rock ice casts its chains, And boys at will the pathway close.
To this attend, then carefully, And what thou would, that execute! Ne'er linger, ne'er o'erhasty be, For time moves on with measured foot.
Each road to the proper end Runs straight on, without a bend.
# The Works of J. W. von Goethe/Volume 9/Blindman's Buff

The German title is Blinde Kuh, literally "Blind Cow". This is the German name for the game known in English as Blind Man's Buff, a version of tag in which the person who is "it" is blindfolded while chasing the other players.
BLINDMAN'S BUFF.
Oh, my Theresa dear! Thine eyes I greatly fear Can through the bandage see! Although thine eyes are bound, By thee I'm quickly found, And wherefore shouldst thou catch but me.
​Ere long thou held'st me fast, With arms around me cast, Upon thy breast I fell; Scarce was thy bandage gone, When all my joy was flown, Thou coldly didst the blind repel.
He groped on every side, His limbs he sorely tried, While scoffs arose all round; If thou no love wilt give, In sadness I shall live, As if mine eyes remained still bound.
# The Works of J. W. von Goethe/Volume 9/Autumn Feelings

AUTUMN FEELINGS.
Flourish greener, as ye clamber, O ye leaves, to seek my chamber, Up the trellised vine on high! May ye swell, twin-berries tender, ​Juicier far,—and with more splendour Ripen, and more speedily! O'er ye broods the sun at even As he sinks to rest, and heaven Softly breathes into your ear All its fertilising fulness, While the moon's refreshing coolness, Magic-laden, hovers near; And, alas! ye're watered ever By a stream of tears that rill From mine eyes,—tears ceasing never, Tears of love that nought can still!
# The Works of J. W. von Goethe/Volume 9/Burial

BURIAL.
To the grave one day from a house they bore A maiden; To the window the citizens went to explore; In splendour they lived, and with wealth as of yore Their banquets were laden. Then thought they: "The maid to the tomb is now borne; We too from our dwellings ere long must be torn, And he that is left our departure to mourn, To our riches will be the successor, For some one must be their possessor."
# The Works of J. W. von Goethe/Volume 9/At Midnight Hour

AT MIDNIGHT HOUR.
[Goethe relates that a remarkable situation he was in one bright moonlight night led to the composition of this sweet song, which was "the dearer to him because he could not say whence it came and whither it would."]
At midnight hour I went, not willingly, A little, little boy, yon churchyard past, To Father Vicar's house; the stars on high On all around their beauteous radiance cast, At midnight hour.
And when, in journeying o'er the path of life, My love I followed, as she onward moved, With stars and northern lights o'erhead in strife, Going and coming, perfect bliss I proved At midnight hour.
Until at length the full moon, lustre-fraught, Burst thro' the gloom wherein she was enshrined; And then the willing, active, rapid thought Around the past, as round the future twined, At midnight hour.
# The Works of J. W. von Goethe/Volume 9/Before a Court of Justice

BEFORE A COURT OF JUSTICE.
The father's name ye ne'er shall be told Of my darling unborn life; "Shame, shame," ye cry, "on the strumpet bold!" Yet I am an honest wife.
To whom I'm wedded, ye ne'er shall be told, Yet he's both loving and fair; He wears on his neck a chain of gold, And a hat of straw doth he wear.
If scorn 'tis vain to seek to repel, On me let the scorn be thrown. I know him well, and he knows me well, And to God, too, all is known.
Sir Parson and Sir Bailiff, again, I pray you, leave me in peace! My child it is, my child 'twill remain, So let your questionings cease!
# The Works of J. W. von Goethe/Volume 9/By the River ("Flow on, ye lays so loved, so fair")

BY THE RIVER.
Flow on, ye lays so loved, so fair, On to Oblivion's ocean flow! May no rapt boy recall you e'er. No maiden in her beauty's glow!
My love alone was then your theme, But now she scorns my passion true, Ye were but written in the stream; As it flows on, then flow ye too!
# The Works of J. W. von Goethe/Volume 9/Calm at Sea

Consistent with the original work, this page includes an additional untitled poem.
CALM AT SEA.
Silence deep rules o’er the waters, Calmly slumbering lies the main, While the sailor views with trouble Nought but one vast level plain.
Not a zephyr is in motion! Silence fearful as the grave! In the mighty waste of ocean Sunk to rest is every wave.
If wealth is gone,—then something is gone! Quick, make up thy mind, And fresh wealth find. If honour is gone,—then much is gone! Seek glory to find. And people then will alter their mind. If courage is gone,—then all is gone! ’Twere better that thou hadst never been born.
# The Works of J. W. von Goethe/Volume 9/Authors

AUTHORS.
Over the meadows, and down the stream, And through the garden-walks straying, He plucks the flowers that fairest seem; His throbbing heart brooks no delaying. His maiden then comes—oh, what ecstasy! Thy flowers thou givest for one glance of her eye!
The gard'ner next door o'er the hedge sees the youth: "I'm not such a fool as that, in good truth; My pleasure is ever to cherish each flower, And see that no birds my fruit e'er devour. But when 'tis ripe, your money, good neighbour! 'Twas not for nothing I took all this labour!"
And such, methinks, are the author-tribe. The one his pleasures around him strews, That his friends, the public, may reap, if they choose; The other would fain make them all subscribe.
# The Valley Nis

First published in 1831, this is the original version of the poem that would become "The Valley of Unrest."
Far away — far away — Far away — as far at least Lies that valley as the day Down within the golden east — All things lovely — are not they Far away — far away ?
It is called the valley Nis. And a Syriac tale there is Thereabout which Time hath said Shall not be interpreted. Something about Satan's dart — Something about angel wings — Much about a broken heart — All about unhappy things: But "the valley Nis" at best Means "the valley of unrest."
Once it smil'd a silent dell Where the people did not dwell, Having gone unto the wars — And the sly, mysterious stars, With a visage full of meaning, O'er the unguarded flowers were leaning: Or the sun ray dripp'd all red Thro' the tulips overhead, Then grew paler as it fell On the quiet Asphodel.
Now the unhappy shall confess Nothing there is motionless: Helen, like thy human eye There th' uneasy violets lie — There the reedy grass doth wave Over the old forgotten grave — One by one from the tree top There the eternal dews do drop — There the vague and dreamy trees Do roll like seas in northern breeze Around the stormy Hebrides — There the gorgeous clouds do fly, Rustling everlastingly, Through the terror-stricken sky, Rolling like a waterfall O'er th' horizon's fiery wall — There the moon doth shine by night With a most unsteady light — There the sun doth reel by day "Over the hills and far away."
And Helen, like thy human eye, Low crouched on Earth, some violets lie, And, nearer Heaven, some lilies wave All banner-like, above a grave. And one by one, from out their tops Eternal dews come down in drops, Ah, one by one, from off their stems Eternal dews come down in gems!