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# The Book of Scottish Song/I cam' o'er the muir

I cam' o'er the muir.
[In the Skene MS. collection of old Scottish tunes, circa 1615, published in 1838, with an introductory inquiry, by William Dauney, Esq., there occurs a beautiful melody, headed, "Alace yat I came owr the moor, and left my love behind me." From this the modern tune of "The last time I cam' o'er the muir" has been manufactured; but, according to Jlr. Dauney, the ancient air has suffered sadly by the change, being in its original state much superior to the modern set. All the old words, except the title, are lost. Ramsay wrote the present song. Burns thought it unworthy of the tune, but admitted that it was too long established in public favour to be supplanted.]
The last time I cam' owre the muir, I left my love behind me: Ye powers, what pains do I endure When soft ideas mind me! Soon as the ruddy morn display'd The beaming day ensuing, I met betimes my lovely maid, In fit retreats for wooing.
We stray'd beside yon wand'ring stream, And talk'd with hearts o'erflowing; Until the sun's last setting beam Was in the ocean glowing. I pitied all beneath the skies, Even kings, when she was nigh me; In raptures I beheld her eyes, Which could but ill deny me.
Should I be call'd where cannons roar, Where mortal steel may wound me, Or cast upon some foreign shore, Where dangers may surround me; Yet hopes again to see my love, To feast on glowing kisses, Shall make my cares at distance move, In prospect of such blisses.
In all my soul there's not one place To let a rival enter: Since she excels in ev'ry grace, In her my love shall centre. Sooner the seas shall cease to flow, Their waves the Alps shall cover, On Greenland ice shall roses grow, Before I cease to love her.
The neist time I gang ower the muir, She shall a lover find me; And that my faith is firm and pure, Though I left her behind me; Then Hymen's sacred bonds shall chain My heart to her fair bosom; There, while my being does remain, My love more fresh shall blossom.
# The Book of Scottish Song/I ha'e lost my love

I ha’e lost my love.
[Written by the Ettrick Shepherd, and first published in "The Edinburgh Literary Journal." Music composed by a Gentleman of Glasgow.]
I ha'e lost my love, an' I dinna ken how, I ha'e lost my love, an' I carena; For laith will I be just to lie down an' dee, And to sit down and greet wad be bairnly; But a screed o' ill nature I canna weel help, At having been guidit unfairly; An' weel wad I like to gi'e woman a skelp, An' yerk their sweet haffets fu' yarely.
O! plague on the limmers, sae sly an' demure, As pawkie as de'ils wi' their smiling; As fickle as winter in sunshine and shower, The hearts of a' mankind beguiling; As sour as December, as soothing as May, To suit their ain ends never doubt them; Their ill fau'ts I couldna tell ower in a day, But their beauty's the warst thing about them!
Ay, that's what sets up the hale warld in a lowe— Makes kingdoms to rise an' expire; Man's might is nae mair than a flaughten o' tow, Opposed to a bleeze o' reid fire! 'Twas woman at first made creation to bend, And of nature's prime lord made the pillow! An' 'tis her that will bring this ill warld to an end— An' that will be seen an' heard tell o'!
# The Bishop's Secret

TABLE OF CONTENTS
* PREFACE.
* CHAPTER I. 'Enter Mrs Pansey As Chorus'
* CHAPTER II. The Bishop Is Wanted
* CHAPTER III. The Unforeseen Happens
* CHAPTER IV. The Curiosity Of Mr Cargrim
* CHAPTER V. The Derby Winner
* CHAPTER VI. The Man With The Scar
* CHAPTER VII. An Interesting Conversation
* CHAPTER VIII. On Saturday Night
* CHAPTER IX. An Exciting Adventure
* CHAPTER X. Morning Service In The Minster
* CHAPTER XI. Miss Whichello's Luncheon-party
* CHAPTER XII. Bell Mosk Pays A Visit
* CHAPTER XIII. A Stormy Night
* CHAPTER XIV. 'Rumour Full Of Tongues'
* CHAPTER XV. The Gipsy Ring
* CHAPTER XVI. The Zeal Of Inspector Tinkler
* CHAPTER XVII. A Clerical Detective
* CHAPTER XVIII. The Chaplain On The Warpath
* CHAPTER XIX. The Bishop's Request
* CHAPTER XX. Mother Jael
* CHAPTER XXI. Mrs Pansey's Festival
* CHAPTER XXII. Mr Mosk Is Indiscreet
* CHAPTER XXIII. In The Library
* CHAPTER XXIV. The Bishop Asserts Himself
* CHAPTER XXV. Mr Baltic, Missionary
* CHAPTER XXVI. The Amazement Of Sir Harry Brace
* CHAPTER XXVII. What Mother Jael Knew
* CHAPTER XXVIII. The Return Of Gabriel
* CHAPTER XXIX. The Confession Of Bishop Pendle
* CHAPTER XXX. Blackmail
* CHAPTER XXXI. Mr Baltic On The Trail
* CHAPTER XXXII. The Initials
* CHAPTER XXXIII. Mr Baltic Explains Himself
* CHAPTER XXXIV. The Wages Of Sin
* CHAPTER XXXV. The Honour Of Gabriel
* CHAPTER XXXVI. The Rebellion Of Mrs Pendle
* CHAPTER XXXVII. Dea Ex Machinâ
* CHAPTER XXXVIII. Exit Mr Cargrim
* CHAPTER XXXIX. All's Well That Ends Well
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# The Banks of the Nile/The Banks of the Nile

THE
BANKS OF THE NILE
Hark, hark! my dear, the drums do beat, and I must away; The trumpet loudly calls me, no longer I can stay, We are called up to Portsmouth, it's many a long mile, All for to be embarked for the Banks of the Nile.
We must leave off our Sweethearts, Likewise, our native soil, And join the British Army On the Banks of the Nile.
O no, my dearest Billy, would you leave me here forlorn; You will make me sigh, and rue the day that ever I was born; For the parting with you, my dear, is the parting with my life! So stay at home, dear Billy, love, and make me your wife.
We must leave off, &c.
O on, my dearest Nancy, sure that can never do! For Government has ordered no woman there to go For Government has ordered the King he does Command. And we are bound by oath my dear, to serve in foreign land. We must leave off, &c.
No, my dearest Billy, sure that can never do, I'll volunteer my service, and go to Egypt too, I'll fight under your banner, I'll leave my native soil, And I'll be your loyal comerade on the Banks of the Nile.
We must leave off, &c.
Your waist it is too slender, your complexion is to fine; Your constitution is too weak, to endure a hot campaign; The sultry sands in Egypt your precious health would spoil, In the hot sands of the desarts, on the Banks of the Nile.
We must leave off, &c.
O cursed, cursed be the wars, that ever they began! For it's from this nation they've taken many a brave man; They have taken away our guardians, and supporters of our Isles; And their bodies feeds the land on the Banks of the Nile.
We must leave off our Sweethearts, Likewise our native soil, And join the British Army On the Banks of the Nile.
# The Banks of the Nile/Rouse Britons, Rouse

ROUSE BRITONS, ROUSE.
O rouse, Britons, rouse, Let us still be united, Since Great Bonaparte Has landed in France, Let Britons be Britons, To see themselves righted, To show the C— B— And Boney a dance.
Chorus.
Let the Trumpet of Fame, Aloud to proclaim The brave British heroes Are faithful and true; Let the C— B— be jogging, And go a flock-jobbing With the Great Bonaparte, To the land of Peru.
When Great Bonaparte, With his cunning art, He went our Mechanics All for to knock down,
Till our British Muse Did their lillies arouse; And the diamonds came tumbling From Bonaparte's Crown.
Let the Trumpet, &c:
Our Militia, and others, Now think on your brothers, Your fathers and mothers, Your children and wives; Never neglect them, But always respect them, And honour will crown you The rest of your lives.
Let the Trumpet, &c.
Let the C— B— be jogging, And go a stock-jobbing, On a rough riding gelding, Pray set him a-stride, On a Porcupine saddle, His brains being able, To the land of Peru Away let him ride.
Let the Trumpet, &c.
Now here's a good health To the faithful Sir Francis; May honour and glory Be stampt on his name: To Whitebread and Roastbeef; Drub robbing C— B— thieves, For robbing poor Scrougen They were much to blame
Let the Trumpet, &c.
And we must not forget Our noble Prince Regent, And his Royal Father, Tho' now on decline: We'll all drink the health Of our able Statemen, Who surround the throne, With a glass of good wine.
Let the Trumpet, &c.
FINIS.
Falkirk—T.Johnston, Printer.—1815.
# The Banner of Union

Bring the Harp of the West, and the Pipes of the North, When our Trumpet note calls to the field; Let the men of old Scotia and Erin come forth, And our foemen shall see who must yield.
Side by side in the battle, like granite we'll stand, With a will and a might none shall sever; For Glory or Death, we will twine in one wreath Rose, Shamrock, and Thistle for ever.
Our Banner of Union shall float in the wind Over hearts that have never yet quailed; The sword shall be drawn and the banner be borne, By hands that have never yet failed. Sons of heather! your fame in the fight Is as old as your glens and your valleys, Men of Hibernia! let Right ask for Might; And where is the spirit but rallies.
Side by side in the battle, like granite we'll stand, With a will and a might none shall sever; For Glory or Death, we will twine in one wreath Rose, Shamrock, and Thistle for ever.
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# The Banner of the Bull

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The Outlook, Dec. 12, 1923 (Extract from rom "Unheroic Heroes" by R. D Townsend): The principal personage in Sabatini's "The Banner of the Bull" is a hero in some of the senses of the dictionary definition, but it happens that he is also the greatest villain of history, Caesar Borgia—ruthless, cruel, cunning, the friend of Machiavelli, and, in fact, his model as to statesman's craft. The author has made Borgia the central figure of three brilliant tales of intrigue and action, with a richly colored picture of the period in Italy and not a little of the touch-and-go in narrative that made Dumas the master in this genre of writing. (full review in the Discussion page)
The Banner of the Bull
THREE EPISODES IN THE
CAREER OF CESARE BORGIA
BY RAFAEL SABATINI
AUTHOR OF "SCARAMOUCHE," "CAPTAIN BLOOD: HIS ODYSSEY," "THE SNARE," ETC
BOSTON AND NEW YORK HOUGHTON MIFFLIN COMPANY The Riverside Press Cambridge
The Riverside Press CAMBRIDGE • MASSACHUSETTS PRINTED IN THE U.S.A
E per pigliare i suoi nemici al vischio
Fischió soavemente, e per ridurli
Nella sua tana, questo basalischio.
Decennali, I. Macchiavelli

### CONTENTS

* I. The Urbinian 1
* II. The Perugian 87
* III. The Venetian 189
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# The Banks of the Nile

There are differences between the titles given on the front page and those at the head of each song; where this is the case, the latter have been used.
The BANKS of
The Nile,
A LOVE SONG,
To which is Annexed,
Prince Charles Answer
TO THE
King of France,
AND
Rouse Britons, Rouse.
FALKIRK, Printed by T. JOHNSTON, 1815.
* The Banks of the Nile
* Prince Charles and the King of France
* Rouse Britons, Rouse
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# The Banks of the Nile/Prince Charles and the King of France

PRINCE CHARLES, AND THE KING OF FRANCE.
Says the proud King of France, We'll protect the young Pretender, And send him o'er to England With an army of men: Says the proud King of France, We'll protect the young Pretender, And send him o'er to England With an army of men.
O no, no! says Charlie, I'll have none of your skits, For Duke William, the last war, Fright'd me out of my wits!
Says the proud King of France, England's but a garden-place, Where you and my army May take it at your ease. O no! O no! says Charlie, For you very well do know, That there's many bitter herbs In that garden doth grow. O no, no! &c.
Says the proud King of France, If England you do win, My daughter you shall marry, And that is a fine thing! O no! O no! says Charlie, I'll not venture my sweet life; For if I am killed, I've no need of a wife. O no, no! &c.
Should I venture my sweet life Into the Lion's paw, It's all for the being of A King's Son-in-law; While the jolly hearts of British boys My life they would destroy, While I am pursuing Those rights to enjoy. O no, no! &c.
But now I am a-going To fair Italy, Where the face of a Britainer I never wish to see; If your Daughter never get married Till Old England I invade, She may die an old maid, Without a tooth in her head! O no, no! &c.
# The Blue Jacket

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United States Supreme Court
144 U.S. 371
The Blue Jacket
John B. Allen, for appellant.
John H. Mitchell, for appellee.
Mr. Justice BLATCHFORD delivered the opinion of the court.

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# The Blue Light (Grimm/Taylor)

* "The Blue Light" in German Popular Stories (1826) (transcription project)
* "The Blue Light" in Grimm's Goblins (1876)

## See also

* "The Blue Light" (1912), Taylor translation, revised by Marian Edwardes
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# The Blue Mountains (Lawson poem)

Above the ashes straight and tall,  Through ferns with moisture dripping, I climb beneath the sandstone wall,  My feet on mosses slipping.
Like ramparts round the valley's edge  The tinted cliffs are standing, With many a broken wall and ledge,  And many a rocky landing.
And round about their rugged feet  Deep ferny dells are hidden In shadowed depths, whence dust and heat  Are banished and forbidden.
The stream that, crooning to itself,  Comes down a tireless rover, Flows calmly to the rocky shelf,  And there leaps bravely over.
Now pouring down, now lost in spray  When mountain breezes sally, The water strikes the rock midway,  And leaps into the valley.
Now in the west the colours change,  The blue with crimson blending; Behind the far Dividing Range,  The sun is fast descending.
And mellowed day comes o'er the place,  And softens ragged edges; The rising moon's great placid face  Looks gravely o'er the ledges.
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# The Blue Light

English-language translations of Das blaue Licht include:
* "The Blue Light" (1826), translated by Edgar Taylor, in German Popular Stories
* "The Blue Light", translated by Margaret Raine Hunt, in Grimm's Household Tales, Volume 2 (1884)
* "The Blue Light", translated by Alice Lucas, illustrated by Arthur Rackham, in The Fairy Tales of the Brothers Grimm (1909)
* "The Blue Light", translated by Marian Edwardes and Edgar Taylor, illustrated by Robert Anning Bell, in Grimm's Household Tales (1912)
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# The Apple (Wells)

* "The Apple" in The Idler (periodical), 10 (3) (October, 1896)
* "The Apple" in Tales of the Unexpected (1924)
# The Black Riders & Other Lines/Walking in the sky

This poem was published in 1905 in the volume The Black Rider & Other Lines.
Walking in the sky, A man in strange black garb Encountered a radiant form. Then his steps were eager; Bowed he devoutly. "My Lord," said he. But the spirit knew him not.
# The Black Sheep

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# The Black Riders & Other Lines/Upon the road of my life

This poem was published in 1905 in the volume The Black Rider & Other Lines.
Upon the road of my life, Passed me many fair creatures, Clothed all in white, and radiant. To one, finally, I made speech: "Who art thou?" But she, like the others, Kept cowled her face, And answered in haste, anxiously, "I am good deed, forsooth; You have often seen me." "Not uncowled," I made reply. And with rash and strong hand, Though she resisted, I drew away the veil And gazed at the features of vanity. She, shamefaced, went on; And after I had mused a time, I said of myself, "Fool!"
# The Black Riders & Other Lines/With eye and with gesture

This poem was published in 1905 in the volume The Black Rider & Other Lines.
With eye and with gesture You say you are holy. I say you lie; For I did see you Draw away your coats From the sin upon the hands Of a little child. Liar!
# The Black Riders & Other Lines/Yes, I have a thousand tongues

From The Black Riders & Other Lines, 1905.
Yes, I have a thousand tongues, And nine and ninety-nine lie. Though I strive to use the one, It will make no melody at my will, But is dead in my mouth.
# The Black Riders & Other Lines/Two or three angels

This poem was published in 1905 in the volume The Black Rider & Other Lines.
Two or three angels Came near to the earth. They saw a fat church. Little black streams of people Came and went in continually. And the angels were puzzled To know why the people went thus, And why they stayed so long within.
# The Black Riders & Other Lines/Why do you strive for greatness, fool?

This poem was published in 1905 in the volume The Black Rider & Other Lines.
Why do you strive for greatness, fool? Go pluck a bough and wear it. It is as sufficing.
My Lord, there are certain barbarians Who tilt their noses As if the stars were flowers, And Thy servant is lost among their shoe-buckles. Fain would I have mine eyes even with their eyes.
Fool, go pluck a bough and wear it.
# The Black Riders & Other Lines/You say you are holy

This poem was published in 1905 in the volume The Black Rider & Other Lines.
You say you are holy, And that Because I have not seen you sin. Aye, but there are those Who see you sin, my friend.
# The Best Hundred Books/The "Prison Test" in Books

X.—The "Prison Test."
THERE can be nothing like a campaign for finding out the faults of books ; no one would go a second time into action with anything but what he thought the very best. At the other end of the scale, there is nothing like enforced solitude for discovering a book's merits. Lamb might have relented even towards "scientific treatises, almanacs, and Statutes at Large," had he "done" six months in gaol or been stranded on a desert island. On the other hand that there are books which have withstood even this strain is known to all readers of Macaulay's Life, An officer had been committed, says Mr. Trevelyan, for knocking down a policeman. The authorities intercepted the prisoner's French novels, but allowed him to have the Bible and Macaulay's history. He preferred picking oakum to reading about the Revolution of 1688. This story, as Mr. Trevelyan adds, avenged Guicciardini for the anecdote told by Macaulay in the second paragraph of his essay on Burleigh:—"There was, it is said, a criminal in Italy who was suffered to make his choice between Guicciardini and the galleys. He chose the history. But the war of Pisa was too much for him. He changed his mind and went to the oar." Remembering these tales, we were naturally anxious, in order to make our researches complete, to apply the "prison test." It so happened that a friend of ours of literary tastes was recently enjoying her Majesty's hospitality in certain northern latitudes, and we seized the opportunity, therefore, to send him Sir John Lubbock's list. Here is his answer:—
I am so overwhelmed by the number of Sir John Lubbock's Hundred Books, which I have never even opened, that I have sent the list to the chaplain, who is the librarian of the State institution in which I have at present the honour to reside, with a request to furnish me at once with as many of the Hundred as are in stock, in order that I may at once attempt to make up for lost time. The chaplain informs me that the prison library, which numbers over 2,000 volumes on its shelves, only contains ten—namely:—
Butler's "Analogy." Keble's "Christian Year." Bunyan's "Pilgrim's Progress." Smith's "Wealth of Nations." Locke's "Conduct of the Understanding." Cook's Voyages. Milton. Goldsmith's"Vicar of Wakefield" Defoe's "Robinson Crusoe." Macaulay's Essays.
With a levity which seemed to us highly unbecoming in prisoner, and which we cannot too severely deprecate, ​our friend added the following suggestion: Why not send a confidential interviewer to ask Sir John Lubbock whether he has read all his hundred books, and if not, why not?"