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# The Poetical Works of William Motherwell/Love in Worldlynesse

Love in Worldlynesse.
The gentle heart, the truthful love, Have flemed this earth and fled to Heaven— The noblest spirits earliest prove Not Here below, but There above, Is Hope no shadow—Bliss no sweven!
There was a time, old Poets say, When the crazed world was in its nonage, That they who loved were loved alwaye, With faith transparent as the day, But this, meseems, was fiction's coinage.
We cannot mate here as we ought, With laws opposed to simple feeling; Professions are, like lutestring, bought, And worldly ties soon breed distraught, To end in cold congealing!
Forms we have worshipped oft become, If haply they affect our passion, Though faultless, icy cold and dumb, Because we are not rich, like some, Or proud—Such is this strange world's fashion!
Rapt Fancy lends to unchaste eyes Ideal beauty, and on faces Where red rose blent with lily tries For mastery, in wanton wise, Bestows enchanting graces:
Yet, as we gaze, the charms decay That promised long with these to linger; Of love's delight we're forced to say, It melts like dreamer's wealth away, Which cheers the eye but mocks the finger!
And, therefore, move I calmly by The siren bosom softly heaving, And mark, untouched, the tempter's sigh, Or make response with tranquil eye— 'Kind damsel, I am past deceiving!'
Long sued I as a man should do, With cheek high flushed by deep emotion— My lady's love had no such hue, Hard selfishness would still break through The glowing mask of her devotion!
No land had I—but I had health— No store was mine of costly raiment—
My lady glided off by stealth To wed a lozel for his wealth— And this was Loyalty's repayment!
The language of the trusting heart, The soothfast fondness firm, but tender— Are now to most a studied part, A tongue assumed, a trick of art, Whereof no meaning can I render.
And hence I say that loyal love Hath flemed the Earth and fled to Heaven; And that not here, but there above, Souls may love rightfully, and prove Hope is no shadow—Bliss no sweven!
# The Poetical Works of William Motherwell/My Ain Countrie

My Ain Countrie.
Ye bonnie haughs and heather braes Whair I hae daft youth's gladsome days, A dream o' by-gane bliss ye be That gars me sigh for my ain countrie!
Lang dwinin' in a fremit land Doth feckless mak' baith heart and hand, And starts the tear-drap to the ee That aye was bricht in the auld countrie.
Tho' Carron Brig be gray and worn, Where I and my forebears were born, Yet dearer is its time-touched stone Than the halls of pride I now look on.
As music to the lingerin' ear Were Carron's waters croonin' clear; They call to me, where'er I roam, The voices o' my long-lost home!
And gin I were a wee wee bird, Adown to licht at Randie Ford, In Kirk O' Muir I'd close mine ee, And fald my wings in mine ain countrie!
# The Poetical Works of William Motherwell/Melancholye

Melancholye.
Adieu! al vaine delightes Of calm and moonshine nightes; Adieu! al pleasant shade That forests thicke have made; Adieu! al musick swete That little fountaynes poure, When blythe theire waters greete The lovesick lyly-flowre.
Adieu! the fragrant smel Of flowres in boskye dell; And all the merrie notes That tril from smal birdes' throates; Adieu! the gladsome lighte Of Day, Morne, Noone, or E'en; And welcome gloomy Nighte, When not one star is seen.
Adieu! the deafening noyse Of cities, and the joyes
Of Fashioun's sicklie birth; Adieu! al boysterous mirthe, Al pageant, pompe, and state, And every flauntynge thing To which the would-be-great Of earth in madness cling.
Come with me, Melancholye, We'll live like eremites holie, In some deepe uncouthe wild Where sunbeame never smylde: Come 'with me, pale of hue, To some lone silent spot, Where blossom never grewe, Which man hath quite forgot.
Come with thy thought-filled eye, That notes no passer by, And drouping solemne head, Where phansyes strange are bred, And saddening thoughts doe brood, Which idly strive to borrow A smyle to vaile thy moode Of heart-abyding sorrow.
Come to yon blasted mound Of phantom-haunted ground, Where spirits love to be; And list the moody glee Of night-windes as they moane, And the ocean's sad replye To the wild unhallowed tone Of the wandering sea-bird's cry.
There sit with me and keep Vigil when al doe sleepe; And when the curfeu bell Hath rung its mournfull knel, Let us together blend Our mutual sighes and teares, Or chaunt some metre penned, Of the joies of other yeares!
Or in cavern hoare and damp, Lit by the glow-worm's lamp, We'll muse on the dull theme Of Life's heart-sickening dreame— Of Time's resistlesse powre— Of Hope's deceitful lips—
Of Beauty's short-livde houre— And Glory's dark eclipse!
Or, wouldst thou rather chuse This World's leaf to peruse, Beneath some dripping vault That scornes rude Time's assaulte; Whose close-ribbed arches still Frown in their green old age, And stamp an awfull chill Upon that pregnant page?
Yes, thither let us turne, To this Time-shattered urne, And quaintly carved stone— (Dim wrackes of ages gone;) Here on this mouldering tomb We'll con that noblest truth, The Flesh and Spirit's doome— Dust and Immortall Youthe.
# The Qur'an (Palmer)/Rahman

The Chapter of the Merciful.
(ⅬⅤ. Mecca.)
In the name of the merciful and compassionate God.
    then pass through them ! — ye cannot pass through save by authority !
* ↑ See p. 214, note 1.
* ↑ The earth.
* ↑ I. e. mankind and the ginn ; the meaning is, that God will have leisure to judge them both.
* ↑ The word is also said to mean red leather.
* ↑ For the inferior inhabitants of Paradise.
# The Qur'an (Palmer)/Tahrim

The Chapter of Prohibition.
(ⅬⅩⅥ. Medînah.)
In the name of the merciful and compassionate God.
O thou prophet ! wherefore dost thou prohibit what God has made lawful to thee, craving to please thy wives ? but God is forgiving, compassionate !
God has allowed you to expiate your oaths ; for ​God is your sovereign, and He is the knowing, the wise !
And when the prophet told as a secret to one of his wives a recent event, and when she gave information thereof and exposed it, he acquainted her with some of it and avoided part of it. But when he informed her of it, she said, ‘ Who told thee this ?’ he said, ‘ The wise one, the well-aware informed me.
‘ If ye both turn repentant unto God, — for your hearts have swerved ! — but if ye back each other up against him, — verily, God, He is the sovereign ; and Gabriel and the righteous of the believers, and the angels after that, will back him up.
‘$^5$ It may be that his Lord if he divorce you will give him in exchange wives better than you, Muslims, believers, devout, repentant, worshipping, giving to fasting — such as have known men and virgins too.’
O ye who believe! save yourselves and your families from the fire, whose fuel is men and stones ; — over it are angels stout and stern ; they disobey not God in what He bids them, but they do what they are bidden !
O ye who disbelieve ! excuse not yourselves to-day; — ye shall only be rewarded for that which ye have done.
O ye who believe! turn repentant to God with sincere repentance; it may be that thy Lord will cover for you your offences and will bring you into gardens beneath which rivers flow ! — the day God will not disgrace the Prophet nor those who believe with him ; their light shall run on before them, and at their right hands ! they shall say, ‘ Our Lord ! perfect for us our light and forgive us ; verily, Thou art mighty over all !’
​O thou prophet ! fight strenuously against the misbelievers and hypocrites and be stern towards them ; for their resort is hell, and an evil journey shall it be !
$^{10}$ God strikes out a parable to those who misbelieve : the wife of Noah and the wife of Lot ; they were under two of our righteous servants, but they betrayed them : and they availed them nothing against God ; and it was said, ‘ Enter the fire with those who enter.’
And God strikes out a parable for those who believe : the wife of Pharaoh, when she said, ‘ My Lord, build for me a house with Thee in Paradise, and save me from Pharaoh and his works, and save me from the unjust people !’
And Mary, daughter of Imrân, who guarded her private parts, and we breathed therein of our spirit and she verified the words of her Lord and His books, and was of the devout.
# The Qur'an (Palmer)/Takathur

The Chapter of the Contention about Numbers.
(ⅭⅡ. Place of origin doubtful.)
In the name of the merciful and compassionate God.
The contention about numbers deludes you till ye visit the tombs!
Not so ! In the end ye shall know! And again not so ! In the end ye shall know !
$^5$ Not so ! Did ye but know with certain knowledge !
Ye shall surely see hell ! And again ye shall surely see it with an eye of certainty.
Then ye shall surely be asked about pleasure!
* ↑ The commentators say that in one of the frequent contentions about the respective nobility of the Arab tribes, that the Abu Menaf clan disputed with that of Sahm, which was the most numerous, and the latter, having lost many men in battle, declared that their dead should be taken into account as well as the living.
* ↑ That is, the pleasures of this life.
# The Poets and Poetry of America/The Brooklet

A little farther on, there is a brook Where the breeze lingers idly. The high trees Have roof'd it with their crowding limbs and leaves, So that the sun drinks not from its sweet fount, And the shade cools it. You may hear it now, A low, faint beating, as, upon the leaves That lie beneath its rapids, it descends In a fine, showery rain, that keeps one tune, And 'tis a sweet one, still of constancy.  Beside its banks, through the whole livelong day, Ere yet I noted much of the speed of time, And knew him but in songs and ballad-books, Nor cared to know him better, I have lain; With thought unchid by harsher din than came From the thick thrush, that, gliding through the copse, Hurried above me; or the timid fawn That came down to the brooklet's edge to drink, And saunter'd through its shade, cropping the grass, Even where I lay, -having a quiet mood, And not disturbing, while surveying mine.  Thous smilest - and on thy lip a straying thought Says I have trifled - calls my hours misspent, And looks a solemn warning! A true thought,- And so my errant mood were well rebuked!- Yet there was pleasant sadness that became Meetly the gentle heart and pliant sense, In that same idlesse - gazing on that brook So pebbly and so clear, -prattling away, Like a young child, all thoughtless, till it goes From shadow into sunlight, and is lost.
# The Poets and Poetry of America/To My Cigar

Yes, social friend, I love thee well,  In learned doctors' spite; Thy clouds all other clouds dispel,  And lap me in delight.
What though they tell, with phizzes long,  My years are sooner pass'd? I would reply, with reason strong,  They're sweeter while they last.
And oft, mild friend, to me thou art  A monitor, though still; Thou speak'st a lesson to my heart,  Beyond the preacher's skill.
Thou 'rt like the man of worth, who gives  To goodness every day, The odour of whose virtues lives  When he has passed away.
When, in the lonely evening hour,  Attended but by thee, O'er history's varied page I pore,  Man's fate in thine I see.
Oft as thy snowy column grows,  Then breaks and falls away, I trace how mighty realms thus rose,  Thus tumbled to decay.
A while, like thee, earth's masters burn,  And smoke and fume around, And then, like thee, to ashes turn,  And mingle with the ground.
Life's but a leaf adroitly roll'd,  And time's the wasting breath, That late or early, we behold,  Gives all to dusty death.
From beggar's frieze to monarch's robe,  One common doom is pass'd; Sweet nature's works, the swelling globe,  Must all burn out at last.
And what is he who smokes thee now?—  A little moving heap, That soon like thee to fate must bow,  With thee in dust must sleep.
But though thy ashes downward go,  Thy essence rolls on high; Thus, when my body must lie low,  My soul shall cleave the sky.
# The Poets and Poetry of America/The Widow's Song

1825
I burn no incense, hang no wreath  O'er this, thine early tomb: Such cannot cheer the place of death,  But only mock its gloom. Here odorous smoke and breathing flower  No grateful influence shed; They lose their perfume and their power,  When offer'd to the dead.
And if, as is the Afghaun's creed,  The spirit may return, A disembodied sense, to feed  On fragrance, near its urn— It is enough, that she, whom thou  Didst love in living years, Sits desolate beside it now,  And falls these heavy tears.
# The Poets and Poetry of America/To Ermengarde

I know not if the sunshine waste,  The world is dark since thou art gone!  The hours are, O! so leaden-paced!  The birds sing, and the stars float on,  But sing not well, and look not fair;  A weight is in the summer air,  And sadness in the sight of flowers;  And if I go where others smile,  Their love but makes me think of ours,  And Heaven gets my heart the while.  Like one upon a desert isle,  I languish of the dreary hours;  I never though a life could be So flung upon one hope, as mine, dear love, on thee!
 I sit and watch the summer sky;  There comes a cloud through heaven alone;  A thousand stars are shining night,  It feels no light, but darkles on!  Yet now it nears the lovelier moon,  And, flashing through its fringes of snow,  There steals a rosier dye, and soon  Its bosom is one fiery glow!  The queen of life within it lies,  Yet mark how lovers meet to part:  The cloud already onward flies,  And shadows sink into its heart;  And (dost thou see them where thou art?)  Fade fast, fade all those glorious dyes!  Its light, like mine, is seen no more, And, like my own, its heart seems darker than before.
 Where press, this hour, those fairy feet?  Where look, this hour, those eyes of blue?  What music in thine ear is sweet?  What odour breathes thy lattice through?  What word is on thy lip? What tone,  What look, replying to thine own?  Thy steps along the Danube stray,  Alas, it seeks an orient sea!  Thou wouldst not seem so far away,  Flow'd but its waters back to me!  I bless the slowly-coming moon,  Because its eye look'd late in thine;  I envy the west wind of June,  Whose wings will bear it up the Rhine;  The flower I press upon my brow Were sweeter if its like perfumed thy chamber now!
# The Poets and Poetry of America/To a Face Beloved

1837
The music of the waken'd lyre  Dies not upon the quivering strings,  Nor burns alone the minstrel's fire  Upon the lip that trembling sings;  Nor shines the moon in heaven unseen,  Nor shuts the flower its fragrant cells,  Nor sleeps the fountain's wealth, I ween,  Forever in its sparry wells;  The spells of the enchanter lie Not on his own lone heart, his own rapt ear and eye.
 I look upon a face as fair  As ever made a lip of heaven  Falter amid its music-prayer!  The first-lit star of summer even  Springs not so softly on the eye,  Nor grows, with watching, half so bright,  Nor, mid its sisters of the sky,  So seems of heaven the dearest light;  Men murmur where that face is seen— My youth's angelic dream was of that look and mien.
 Yet, though we deem the stars are blest,  And envy, in our grief, the flower  That bears but sweetness in its breast,  And fear'd the enchanter for his power,  And love the minstrel for his spell  He winds out of his lyre so well;  The stars are almoners of light,  The lyrist of melodious air,  The fountain of its waters bright,  And every thing most sweet and fair  Of that by which it charms the ear,  The eye of him that passes near;  A lamp is lit in woman's eye That souls, else lost on earth, remember angels by.
# The New Student's Reference Work/North Sea

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North Sea or German Ocean is the southern arm of the Arctic Ocean, lying between Britain and Norway. It communicates with the Atlantic through the English Channel and Straits of Dover on the south, and by Pentland Firth and the Orkney and Shetland Channels on the north, and with the Baltic through Skager-Rack and Cattegat. It is over 600 miles long and 400 miles wide, and has an area of 180,000 square miles. The sea is in most places quite shallow, averaging 61 fathoms, but on the Norwegian coast is 360 fathoms deep. It is the receptacle of the waters of the Thames, Ouse, Humber, Tyne, Tweed, Forth, Tay, Scheldt, Rhine, Weser and Elbe. The water is probably the least salty of any of the large seas, and, except in the summer, is warmer than the surrounding atmosphere. The tides are irregular, having a large ebb and flow in some places, while it is hardly perceptible in others. The North Sea has long been one of the commercial highways of the world, and affords a valuable fishing-ground.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Northcote, Baron, Hon. Henry Stafford

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North′cote, Baron, Hon. Henry Stafford, G. C. M. G., G. C. I. E., C. B., governor-general and commander-in-chief of the Commonwealth of Australia, is the younger son of the late Sir Stafford Northcote and was born in 1846. He early took to diplomatic work, as private secretary to Lord Salisbury on his mission to Constantinople. Later he became financial secretary to the English war office, served a term as governor of Bombay, and in 1903 succeeded Baron Tennyson in the Australian governorship. He is a man of character and statesmanlike views.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Northmen

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North′men or Norse′men was a name applied in the middle ages to the seafarers who came from Denmark, Norway and Sweden, and then to those of Norway only. Their passion was sailing and war, and to satisfy it they sailed in all directions to discover and plunder. In plain words, they were pirates, who, during the summer months, visited other lands and preyed upon them, or lay in wait in river mouths or behind islands for vessels to attack and pillage. Their age may be divided into two periods, the first lasting to the middle of the 9th century, devoted to murder and plunder, and from then to the 13th century, given to permanent conquest in Ireland, South Italy, England and France. The first attack was made upon Wessex, in England, in 787, and reached France about the end of the century, and up to 850 they committed most terrible depredations. In 859 and 860 a large fleet entered the Mediterranean and ravaged Spain, Mauritania and Majorca, spending the winter at the mouth of the Rhône, to begin the attack on Italy in the spring. Thus they subsisted on the entire seaboard of Europe until Charles the Simple concluded a peace, by which they were allowed to settle in France, and gave them the territory between the Channel, the Seine and the Ept, on the condition that they fought for him and became Christians. The name of Normandy was given to this district, and the Northmen living in it were called Normans. They ruled here from the 10th to the 13th century, when it was taken from them by the king of France, the most illustrious of their dukes being William who became king of England in 1066, with the title of William the Conqueror. The Normans adopted the language and manners of the French, and changed their heathen rites for the Christian religion. The Norsemen, early in the 9th century, had opened the route to the White Sea by rounding North Cape, and before 1222 had many times sailed up the northern Dwina.
# The New Student's Reference Work/North Star, The

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North Star, The, is the nearest conspicuous star to the north pole. All stars describe circles, those nearest to the celestial equator the largest circles and those farthest from the celestial equator or nearest to the poles the smallest circles. The North Star being nearest to the north pole describes only a very small circle, and consequently to people living north of the 40° north latitude it never sets. Polaris, the star Alpha of the constellation Ursa Minor, is at present the North Star, and many centuries must pass before the north pole will be defined by any other star. Two stars in the constellation Ursa Major, commonly called the Big Dipper, always point in the direction of the Worth Star and enable it to be readily found. These stars are commonly called the pointers. They form the side of the bowl of the dipper opposite the handle.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Northampton

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Northampton, the capital of Northamptonshire, England, is a municipal county and parliamentary borough, and lies on rising ground on the left bank of the river New. It is the center of the boot and shoe industry of England, and has extensive breweries. The city was burned by the Danes in 1010, rebuilt by Simon de St. Liz in 1075, besieged by the barons against King John in 1215, and was the scene of the treaty recognizing the independence of Scotland in 1318. Population about 75,000.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Northampton, Mass.

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Northampton, Mass., the county-seat of Hampshire County, is situated near the left bank of the Connecticut River, 103 miles from Boston. It manufactures paper, silk, cotton and woolen goods, sewing machines, baskets, cutlery, brushes and jet ornaments. In the city are the state insane asylum, Clark institute for deaf-mutes, public library and Smith College for women. Population 19,431.
# The New Student's Reference Work/North Tonawanda, N. Y.

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North Ton′awan′da, N. Y., a city in Niagara County at the confluence of Niagara River and Tonawanda Creek; on the Erie Canal and the Lehigh Valley, Erie and New York Central railroads. Only 10 miles from Buffalo, several other railroads using leased tracks, and electric lines connect it with that city, Niagara Falls and other places. It has large manufacturing and commercial interests. Pig-iron, steam-pipes, merry-go-rounds, steam-pumps, bolts, nuts and a large variety of lumber products are manufactured here. The government is vested in a mayor, who holds office for two years, and a council consisting of two members from each ward and three at large. The city owns and operates its own water-works. Aided by the development of power at Niagara Falls, it has had a very rapid growth. Population 11,955.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Northcliffe, Lord

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Northcliffe, Lord. See Harmsworth, Alfred.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Northrop, Cyrus

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Nor′throp, Cyrus, an American educator who from 1884 has been president of the University of Minnesota, was born in 1834 at Ridgefield, Conn. He passed through Yale College and Yale Law School, became a lawyer, and successively was clerk to the Connecticut House of Representatives and to the Senate. During 1862–3 he was chief editor of the New Haven Daily Palladium. He in 1863 became professor of English literature and rhetoric at Yale, until 1884.