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# The man against the sky; a book of poems/Another Dark Lady

ANOTHER DARK LADY
Think not, because I wonder where you fled, That I would lift a pin to see you there; You may, for me, be prowling anywhere, So long as you show not your little head: No dark and evil story of the dead Would leave you less pernicious or less fair— Not even Lilith, with her famous hair; And Lilith was the devil, I have read.
I cannot hate you, for I loved you then. The woods were golden then. There was a road Through beeches; and I said their smooth feet showed Like yours. Truth must have heard me from afar, For I shall never have to learn again That yours are cloven as no beech's are.
# The Wonderful Visit (1895)/Chapter 16

XXXII. A Trivial Incident.
A Trivial Incident.
XXXII.
The Angel came thoughtfully by the hedge across the field towards the Vicarage. The rays of the setting sun shone on his shoulders, and touched the Vicarage with gold, and blazed like fire in all the windows. By the gate, bathed in the sunlight, stood little Delia, the waiting maid. She stood watching him under her hand. It suddenly came into the Angel's mind that she, at least, was beautiful, and not only beautiful but alive and warm.
She opened the gate for him and stood aside. She was sorry for him, for her elder sister was a cripple. He bowed to her, as he would have done to any woman, and for just one moment looked into her face. She looked back at him and something leapt within her.
The Angel made an irresolute movement. "Your eyes are very beautiful," he said quietly, with a remote wonder in his voice.
​"Oh, sir!" she said, starting back. The Angel's expression changed to perplexity. He went on up the pathway between the Vicar's flower-beds, and she stood with the gate held open in her hand, staring after him. Just under the rose-twined verandah he turned and looked at her.
She still stared at him for a moment, and then with a queer gesture turned round with her back to him, shutting the gate as she did so, and seemed to be looking down the valley towards the church tower.
# The Wonderful Visit (1895)/Chapter 1

I. The Night of the Strange Bird.
THE WONDERFUL VISIT.
The Night of the Strange Bird.
I.
On the Night of the Strange Bird, many people at Sidderton (and some nearer) saw a Glare on the Sidderford moor. But no one in Sidderford saw it, for most of Sidderford was abed.
All day the wind had been rising, so that the larks on the moor chirruped fitfully near the ground, or rose only to be driven like leaves before the wind. The sun set in a bloody welter of clouds, and the moon was hidden. The glare, they say, was golden like a beam shining out of the sky, not a uniform blaze, but broken all over by curving flashes like the waving of swords. It lasted but a moment and left the night dark and obscure.
​There were letters about it in Nature, and a rough drawing that no one thought very like. (You may see it for yourself—the drawing that was unlike the glare—on page 42 of Vol. cclx, of that publication.)
None in Sidderford saw the light, but Annie Hooker Durgam's wife, was lying awake, and she saw the reflection of it—a flickering tongue of gold—dancing on the wall.
She, too, was one of those who heard the sound. The others who heard the sound were Lumpy Durgan, the half–wit, and Amory's mother. They said it was a sound like children singing and a throbbing of harp strings, carried on a rush of notes like that which sometimes comes from an organ. It began and ended like the opening and shutting of a door, and before and after they heard nothing but the night wind howling over the moor and the noise of the caves under Sidderford cliff. Amory's mother said she wanted to cry when she heard it, but Lumpy was only sorry he could hear no more.
That is as much as anyone can tell you of the glare upon Sidderford Moor and the alleged ​music therewith. And whether these had any real connexion with the Strange Bird whose history follows, is more than I can say. But I set it down here for reasons that will be more apparent as the story proceeds.
# The Wonderful Visit (1895)/Chapter 10

XXII. Morning.
Morning.
XXII.
The Vicar going to call the Angel, found him dressed and leaning out of his window. It was a glorious morning, still dewy, and the rising sunlight slanting round the corner of the house struck warm and yellow upon the hillside. The birds were astir in the hedges and shrubbery. Up the hillside—for it was late in August—a plough drove slowly. The Angel's chin rested upon his hands and he did not turn as the Vicar came up to him.
"How's the wing?" said the Vicar.
"I'd forgotten it," said the Angel. "Is that yonder a man?"
The Vicar looked. "That's a ploughman."
"Why does he go to and fro like that? Does it amuse him?"
"He's ploughing. That's his work."
"Work! Why does he do it? It seems a monotonous thing to do."
​"It is," admitted the Vicar. "But he has to do it to get a living, you know. To get food to eat and all that kind of thing."
"How curious!" said the Angel. "Do all men have to do that? Do you?"
"Oh, no. He does it for me; does my share."
"Why?" asked the Angel.
"Oh! in return for things I do for him, you know. We go in for division of labour in this world. Exchange is no robbery."
"I see," said the Angel, with his eyes still on the ploughman's heavy movements.
"What do you do for him?"
"That seems an easy question to you," said the Vicar, "but really!—it's difficult. Our social arrangements are rather complicated. It's impossible to explain these things all at once, before breakfast. Don't you feel hungry?"
"I think I do," said the Angel slowly, still at the window; and then abruptly, "Somehow I can't help thinking that ploughing must be far from enjoyable."
"Possibly," said the Vicar, "very possibly. But breakfast is ready. Won't you come down?"
​The Angel left the window reluctantly.
"Our society," explains the Vicar on the stair-case, "is a complicated organisation."
"Yes?"
"And it is so arranged that some do one thing and some another."
"And that lean, bent old man trudges after that heavy blade of iron pulled by a couple of horses while we go down to eat?"
"Yes. You will find it is perfectly just. Ah! mushrooms and poached eggs! It's the Social System. Pray be seated. Possibly it strikes you as unfair."
"I'm puzzled," said the Angel.
"The drink I'm sending you is called coffee," said the Vicar. "I daresay you are. When I was a young man I was puzzled in the same way. But afterwards comes a Broader View of Things. (These black things are called mushrooms; they look beautiful.) Other Considerations. Do you know, instead of explaining this matter now (this is yours), I think I will lend you a little book to read (Chum, chum, chum), these mushrooms are well up to their appearance), which sets the whole thing out very clearly."
# The Wonderful Visit

* The Wonderful Visit (J.M. Dent, Macmillian & Co.) illustrated by Arthur Rackham (1895)
* The Wonderful Visit (1895, E. P. Dutton & Co.)
* The Wonderful Visit (Atlantic Edition) published in 1924 (pages 119–275)
# Thom's Irish Who's Who/M'Connell, Adams Andrew

​M'CONNELL, Adams Andrew (Sen. Mod.), B.A., M.B. B.Ch., B.A.O. (T.C.D.), F.R.C.S.I.; Surgeon Richmond Hospital, Dublin; Lecturer on Applied Anatomy, Trinity College, Dublin; Acting Professor of Anatomy, Royal College of Surgeons, Ireland; Examiner in Anatomy, Royal College of Surgeons, Ireland. Educ.: Royal Academical Institution, Belfast; Trinity College, Dublin. First Prizeman in Anatomy and Physiology, Trinity College; Medical Scholar in Anatomy and Institutes of Medicine; First Senior Moderator (large Gold Medal) in Natural Science; Demonstrator in Zoology and Physiology, Assistant to Professor of Anatomy, Trinity College, 1910-12; Anæsthetist and Lecturer on Anæsthetics, Sir Patrick Dun's Hospital, Dublin, 1909-10; An@sthetist Incorporated Dental Hospital, 1910-12; Fellow Royal Academy of Medicine in Ireland; President Dublin University Biological Association. Pubns.: Section on An@sthetics in Taylor's Operative Surgery; Fusion of Semilunar and Cuneiform Bones, Journ. Anat. and Phys., 1907; Volvulus of Spermatic Cord, Lancet, 1912; The Decompression Operation for Cerebellar Tumour, Med. Press and Circ., 1912; A Case of Cerebellar Tumour, Dublin Journ. Med. Science, 1912; The Location of Pus in the Hand, Med. Press and Circ., 1913; The Role of the High Frequency Current in the Treatment of Tumours of the Bladder, ibid.. May, 1915; A New Medium for Pyelography, ibid.; son of Dr. Andrew McConnell, of Belfast; b. 1884; m. 1914, Nora, dau. of late S. R. Boyd, D.L., of Dromana, Leeson Park, Dublin. Res.: 69 Fitzwilliam Square, Dublin; Air Park, Rathfarnham, Co. Dublin. Club: University, Dublin.
# Thom's Irish Who's Who/M'Elderry, Robert Knox

​M'ELDERRY, Robert Knox, MA. (R.U.I.). Educ.: Academical Institution, Coleraine: Queen's College, Belfast; St. John's College, Cambridge. B.A., R.U.I., with First-Class Honours (First Place) in Ancient Classics, 1891; M.A. with First Class Honours and Studentship, 1893; Jun. Fellow in Ancient Classics, 1896; Fellow, 1905; First Class, Second Division, Classical Tripos, Part I., Cambridge University, 1894; First Class, with asterisk for special distinction in Ancient History, Classical Tripos, Part II., 1895; Members' Prizeman 1895, for Latin Essay on Oavarrokparia Britannica; Scholar, and Wright's and Hughes' Prizeman. St. John's College; Fellow of St. John's, College, 1897: Senior Classical Master in Campbell College, Belfast, 1896-1902; Professor of Greek. Queen's College (now University College) Galway, 1902-1916, and Professor of Ancient Classics from 1916. Pubns.: Papers on Roman History in Classical Review, Classical Quarterly, and Journal of Roman Studies; son of John McElderry, J.P., of Ballymoney, Co. Antrim, and Matilda, dau. of Robert Knox, of Springfield Co. Antrim; b. 1869; m. Margaret, dau. of late Very Rev. J. Courtenay Clarke, D.D., and has issue two sons and one dau. Res.: Ardgriana, Galway.
# Thom's Irish Who's Who/M'Kean, John

​M'KEAN, John, Barrister King's Inns, 1900. Educ.: St, Macarten's Seminary, Monaghan; Intermediate Exhibitioner and Medallist; Medallist in Oratory of the Law Students' Debating Society, King's Inns, Dublin, 1899; M.P., South Monaghan, 1902-18. Res.: * * *
# Thom's Irish Who's Who/M'Leish, John

​M'LEISH, John, M.B., B.Ch. (R.U.I.), D.P.H.; Professor of Vaccination, Queen's University, Belfast. Res.: 91 Great Victoria Street, Belfast.
# Thom's Irish Who's Who/MacCaffrey, Rev. James

​MACCAFFREY, Rev. James, D.Ph.; President St. Patrick's College, Maynooth, since 1918; Hon. Secretary Catholic Record Society. Educ.: Monaghan College, Maynooth. Priest, 1899: studies two years at Dunboyne establishment; Lic. of Theology, 1901: studied at Ecole des Charles and Ecole des Hautes Etudes, Paris, Institut Catholique, Paris, and University of Freiburg-i.-Br.; Doctorate on History, 1906; late Professor of Ecclesiastical History, Maynooth. Pubns.: History of the Catholic Church in the Nineteenth Century, 1909; School History of the Catholic Church, 1912; History of the Catholic Church from the Renaissance to the French Revolution, 1915; Editor of Black Book of Limerick, 1907; Editor of the Archivium Hibernicum (Journal of the Catholic Record Society of Ireland); Joint Editor of the Irish Theological Quarterly, Dublin; b. Fivemiletown. Co. Tyrone, 1875. Res.: St. Patrick's College, Maynooth.
# Thom's Irish Who's Who/M'Clintock, Arthur George Florence

Arthur George Florence McClintock
​M'CLINTOCK, Arthur George Florence; Public Trustee (Ireland): J.P. Cos. Carlow, Wicklow, Kildare, King's and Down. Educ.: Wellington. Served in Cameronians. Recns.: hunting, shooting, fishing; only son of late Col. George McClintock, brother of 1st Baron Rathdonnell and Catherine Brownlow, dau. of ​Sir James M. Stronge, 2nd Bart., of Tynan, Co. Armagh; b. 1856; m. 1877, Susan, dau of late J. Heywood-Collins, of Kelvindale, Lanarkshire, and has issue five sons and one dau. Res.: Ratlivinden, Leighlinbridge, Co. Carlow. Clubs: Carlton. London; Kildare Street; Sackville Street, Dublin.
# Thom's Irish Who's Who/M'Donald. Rev. Walter

d. 1920
​M'DONALD. Rev. Walter, D.D.; Prefect of the Dunboyne Establishment, St. Patrick's College, Maynooth; b. 1854. Educ.: St. Kieran's College, Kilkenny; St. Patrick's College, Maynooth. Priest, 1876; Professor of philosophy, theology, and English Literature at St. Kieran's College, Kilkenny, for five years: Professor of Theology at St. Patrick's College, Maynooth, 1881. Founded The Irish Theological Quarterly, 1906, of which he was chief editor from 1908-09. Pubns.: The Principles of Moral Science; Some Ethical Questions of Peace and War, with Special Reference to Ireland 1919. Recn.: walking. Res.: St. Patrick's College, Maynooth, Ireland.
# Thom's Irish Who's Who/M'Cann, Thomas S.

Thomas Stanislaus McCann
​M'CANN, Thomas S., B.A. (T.C.D.); Barrister King's Inns, 1892; K.C., 1906, Educ: Beaumont College; Trinity College, Dublin; son of late Thomas S. McCann, of Dublin; b. 1868; m. 1894, Alice, dau. of late John Baldwin Murphy, Q.C., and has issue three sons and two daus. Res.: Frankfipld, Foxrock. Co Dublin. Clubs: Stephen's Green, Royal Irish Yacht.
# Thom's Irish Who's Who/M'Clintock, Major Arthur Geo.

Arthur George McClintock
​M'CLINTOCK, Major Arthur Geo., D.S.O. (1917). Educ: Farnborough. Joined 4th Batt. Oxfordshire Ljght Infantry. 1896; Major late 5th Lancers; Lieut.-Col. (temp.) Tank Corps; European War, 1914-18; eldest son of Arthur George Florence McClintock, J.P.; b. 1878. Recns.: hunting, fishing. Res.: Rathvinden, Leighlinbridge, Co. Carlow. Club: Bachelors'.
# Thom's Irish Who's Who/M'Neill, Ronald

​M'NEILL, Ronald (M.P., St. Augustine Division of Kent, 1911-18, and for Canterbury Division since 1918); M.A. (Oxon); Barrister Lincoln's Inns, 1887. Educ.: Harrow, Christ Church, Oxford. Assistant Editor St. James's Gazette, 1899; Editor, 1900-4; contested (U.) West Aberdeenshire, 1906; South Aberdeen (city), 1907 and 1910; Kirkcudbrightshire, Dec, 1910; Assistant Editor of the 11th ed. of the Encyclopædia Britannica, 1906-11. Pubns.: Home Rule: its History and Danger, 1907: Socialism (in The New Order), 1908; History of Australia and New Zealand in Historian's History of the World, 1908; contributions to the Encyclopaedia Britannica, 11th Edition, 1911; duly and weekly press and monthly magazines. Recns.: was in Harrow cricket eleven and Christ Church cricket and football (Association) elevens; shooting, fishing, lawn tennis, croquet; only surviving son of late Edmund McNeill, D.L., J.P., of Craigdunn, Co. Antrim; b. 1861; m. 1884. Elizabeth Maud, fifth dau. of William Bolitho, of Polwithen, Penzance. Res.: 18 Cadogan Place, London, S.W.1.; Cushendun, Co. Antrim. Clubs: Carlton, Bath, M.C.C.
# Tixall Poetry/To Mr Ed. Thimelby, That Unity Is No Argument for the Forehead Against the Eyes

To Mr Ed. Thimelby,
That Unity Is No Argument for the Forehead Against the Eyes.
# Tixall Poetry/To Mr Nevill, at His Departure

To Mr Nevill,
at His Departure.
# Tixall Poetry/To Mrs Constance Aston

To Mrs Constance Aston.
# Tixall Poetry/To Mrs E. T. Saying She Could Not be Affraide of My Ghost

To Mrs E. T.
Saying She Could Not Be Affraide of My Ghost.
# Tixall Poetry/To Love

XLIII.
To Love.
# Tixall Poetry/To Mr Caril, Perswading Him upon the Death of Card. F. to Leave the Court

To Mr Caril,
Perswading Him upon the Death of Card. F. to Leave the Court.
# Tixall Poetry/To Mr Normington, at Piacenza, upon Occasion of the Overflowes of Po and Tyber

To
Mr Normington,
at Piacenza,
upon Occasion of The Overflowes of Po and Tyber.
# Tixall Poetry/To Mr Normington upon His Easterne Voyage

To
Mr Normington,
upon His Easterne Voyage.
# Tixall Poetry/To Mr E——— T———, Who Holds Selfe-Love in All Our Actions

To
Mr E——— T———,
Who Holds Selfe-Love in All Our Actions.
# Tixall Poetry/To Mr Kitely, on the Same Voyage

To
Mr Kitely,
on the Same Voyage.
# To accompany a manual of bird study/Regulus satrapa

Regulus satrapa
Golden-crowned Kinglet—4 inches
# To accompany a manual of bird study/Passer domesticus

Passer domesticus
English Sparrow—6¼ inches
# To accompany a manual of bird study/Poecile atricapillus

Poecile atricapillus
Chick-a-dee—5¼ inches
# To accompany a manual of bird study/Outline for Observing a Bird

Outline for Observing a Bird
(Underscore the words which describe the Bird)
| 1. | Date |
| 2. | Name of bird |
| 3. | Where is the bird seen: Woods, border of woods, open ﬁeld, trees or bushes along fences, roadside, of stream, marsh, pond or lake, garden, orchard, out buildings. |
| 4. | Compare the size of the bird with that of the crow, robin, or the English sparrow. |
| 5. | Its most striking colors are: Gray, slate, brown, black, chestnut, white, blue, red, yellow, orange, green, olive. |
| 6. | Does it show ﬂash colors when ﬂying? If so where and what color? |
| 6. | Wing Rump Tail Under tail |
| 7. | In action is it: Slow and quiet or active and nervous? |
| 8. | Does it occur alone or in a flock? |
| 9. | In ﬂying does it go: Straight and swift, dart about, up and down, wave—like, flap the wings constantly, sail or with wings steady, flap the wings and then sail? |
| 10. | Describe its song or call note. |
| 11. | Where does it sit when singing? Does it sing while flying? |
| For Closer Observation ||
| 12. | Colors and markings of: |
| 12. | Breast Wing Tail Top of head Eye streak Back |
| 13. | Is the bill: Slender and long, short and thick, medium, curved, hooked? ​ |
| 14. | Is the tail: Forked, notched, square, rounded? |
| The following questions should be answered from observation, if possible: if not, the answer may be found consulting bird books. ||
| 15. | What is the food of the bird and how obtained? |
| 16. | Where does the bird spend the winter? |
| 17. | Describe the nest, where placed, how far from ground, how supported, of what material is the outside made, how lined? The color and number of eggs. |
| 18. | How are the young fed and cared for? The color of plummage of the young birds. |
| 19. | Is this bird beneficial to us, and if so, how and why? |
# To accompany a manual of bird study/Melospiza melodia

Melospiza melodia
Song Sparrow—6¼ inches
# To accompany a manual of bird study/Piranga olivacea

Piranga olivacea
Scarlet Tanager—7½ inches
# The Yellow Book/Volume 3/George the Fourth

George the Fourth
By Max Beerbohm
# The Yellow Book/Volume 3/Mantegna

The name 'Philip Broughton' is fictional, the work was produced by Aubrey Beardsley (see 'The Idler' (1898), pp. 539-546.)
Mantegna
By Philip Broughton
# The Yellow Book/Volume 3/Flowers of Fire, a Translation

Flowers of Fire
A Translation, by Ellen M. Clerke
# The Yellow Book/Volume 3/Parson Herrick's Muse

​Parson Herrick's Muse
By C. W. Dalmon
# The Yellow Book/Volume 3/Reiselust

Reiselust
By Annie Macdonell
# The Yellow Book/Volume 3/Four Drawings

Four Drawings
By Aubrey Beardsley
I. Portrait of Himself
II. Lady Gold's Escort
III. The Wagnerites
IV. La Dame aux Camelias
# The Yellow Book/Volume 3/From a Lithograph

From a Lithograph
By George Thomson
# The Yellow Book/Volume 3/George Meredith

George Meredith
By Morton Fullerton
# The Yellow Book/Volume 3/From a Pastel

The name 'Albert Foschter' is fictional, the work was produced by Aubrey Beardsley (see 'The Idler' (1898), pp. 539-546.)
From a Pastel
By Albert Foschter
# The poetical works of Matthew Arnold/The Second Best

THE SECOND BEST.
Moderate tasks and moderate leisure, Quiet living, strict-kept measure Both in suffering and in pleasure,— 'Tis for this thy nature yearns.
But so many books thou readest, But so many schemes thou breedest, But so many wishes feedest, That thy poor head almost turns.
And (the world's so madly jangled, Human things so fast entangled) Nature's wish must now be strangled For that best which she discerns.
So it must be! yet, while leading A strained life, while over-feeding, Like the rest, his wit with reading, No small profit that man earns,—
​Who through all he meets can steer him, Can reject what cannot clear him, Cling to what can truly cheer him; Who each day more surely learns
That an impulse, from the distance Of his deepest, best existence, To the words, "Hope, Light, Persistence," Strongly sets and truly burns.
# The poetical works of Matthew Arnold/The Future

THE FUTURE.
A wanderer is man from his birth. He was born in a ship On the breast of the river of Time; Brimming with wonder and joy, He spreads out his arms to the light, Rivets his gaze on the banks of the stream.
As what he sees is, so have his thoughts been. Whether he wakes Where the snowy mountainous pass, Echoing the screams of the eagles, Hems in its gorges the bed Of the new-born, clear-flowing stream; Whether he first sees light Where the river in gleaming rings Sluggishly winds through the plain; Whether in sound of the swallowing sea,— As is the world on the banks, So is the mind of the man.
Vainly does each, as he glides, Fable and dream Of the lands which the river of Time Had left ere he woke on its breast, Or shall reach when his eyes have been closed. Only the tract where he sails He wots of; only the thoughts, Raised by the objects he passes, are his.
Who can see the green earth any more As she was by the sources of Time? Who imagines her fields as they lay In the sunshine, unworn by the plough? ​Who thinks as they thought, The tribes who then roamed on her breast, Her vigorous, primitive sons?
What girl Now reads in her bosom as clear As Rebekah read, when she sate At eve by the palm-shaded well? Who guards in her breast As deep, as pellucid a spring Of feeling, as tranquil, as sure?
What bard, At the height of his vision, can deem Of God, of the world, of the soul, With a plainness as near, As flashing, as Moses felt, When he lay in the night by his flock On the starlit Arabian waste? Can rise and obey The beck of the Spirit like him?
This tract which the river of Time Now flows through with us, is the plain. Gone is the calm of its earlier shore. Bordered by cities, and hoarse With a thousand cries is its stream. And we on its breast, our minds Are confused as the cries which we hear, Changing and short as the sights which we see.
And we say that repose has fled Forever the course of the river of Time. That cities will crowd to its edge In a blacker, incessanter line; That the din will be more on its banks, ​Denser the trade on its stream, Flatter the plain where it flows, Fiercer the sun overhead; That never will those on its breast See an ennobling sight, Drink of the feeling of quiet again.
But what was before us we know not, And we know not what shall succeed.
Haply, the river of Time— As it grows, as the towns on its marge Fling their wavering lights On a wider, statelier stream— May acquire, if not the calm Of its early mountainous shore, Yet a solemn peace of its own.
And the width of the waters, the hush Of the gray expanse where he floats, Freshening its current, and spotted with foam As it draws to the ocean, may strike Peace to the soul of the man on its breast,— As the pale waste widens around him, As the banks fade dimmer away, As the stars come out, and the night-wind Brings up the stream Murmurs and scents of the infinite sea.
# The poetical works of Matthew Arnold/The Good Shepherd with the Kid

THE GOOD SHEPHERD WITH THE KID.
He saves the sheep, the goats he doth not save. So rang Tertullian's sentence, on the side Of that unpitying Phrygian sect which cried, "Him can no fount of fresh forgiveness lave,
​Who sins, once washed by the baptismal wave." So spake the fierce Tertullian. But she sighed, The infant Church! of love she felt the tide Stream on her from her Lord's yet recent grave.
And then she smiled; and in the Catacombs, With eye suffused but heart inspired true, On those walls subterranean, where she hid
Her head 'mid ignominy, death, and tombs, She her Good Shepherd's hasty image drew— And on his shoulders, not a lamb, a kid.