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# Appletons' Cyclopædia of American Biography/Knox, Samuel Richardson

Edition of 1892.
​KNOX, Samuel Richardson, naval officer, b. in Charlestown, Mass., 28 Aug., 1811; d. in Everett, Mass., 20 Nov., 1883. His father and grandfather were Boston pilots. After a voyage in a merchant vessel that was commanded by his brother, he entered the navy as a midshipman on 1 April, 1828, served in the Mediterranean and Pacific fleets, and was on furlough and engaged in exploring the northwest coast of North America from November, 1833, till March, 1837. In 1837-'8 he accompanied Lieut. Charles Wilkes in surveys of Savannah and May rivers and George's bank and shoals, commanding the schooner “Hadassah.” He served in 1838-'42 on the Wilkes exploring expedition, as commander of the “Flying Fish.” His schooner approached nearer to the south pole than any other vessel in the squadron. Knox's highland, in latitude 70° 14′ S., was named in his honor. He was promoted lieutenant on 1 Sept., 1841, and during the Mexican war commanded a landing-party of marines and sailors at the capture of the castle of San Juan de Ulloa, Vera Cruz, led a shore-party at the assault on Tuspan, and afterward commanded the “Flirt” and the “Wasp.” In 1849-52 he surveyed the coasts of California and Oregon. He was retired on 13 Sept., 1855, but in the beginning of the civil war was engaged in blockading service off Galveston, Texas, where he had a skirmish with the enemy's batteries, and at Barataria and the mouth of the Mississippi, chasing two armed steamers up that river. He was made a captain on the retired list on 4 April, 1867.
# Appletons' Cyclopædia of American Biography/Knox, John

Edition of 1892.
​KNOX, John, clergyman, b. near Gettysburg, Pa., 17 June, 1790; d. in New York city, 8 Jan., 1858. He was graduated at Dickinson college in 1811, studied theology under Dr. John M. Mason, was licensed by the Associate Reformed presbytery of Philadelphia in 1815, and became pastor of the Collegiate Reformed Dutch church in New York city in 1816. For the last twenty-five years of his life he was the senior pastor. He published occasional sermons and tracts. See his “Memorial,” by Thomas De Witt and others (New York, 1858).
# Appletons' Cyclopædia of American Biography/Knox, Thomas Wallace

Edition of 1892.
​KNOX, Thomas Wallace, traveller, b. in Pembroke, N. H., 26 June, 1835. He was educated at the academies in Pembroke and Pittsfield, N. H., became a teacher, and established an academy in Kingston, N. H. In 1860 he went to Colorado to seek gold, and there became a reporter, and afterward city editor of the Denver “Daily News,” and correspondent for various eastern newspapers. He went in the beginning of the civil war to the southwest, and served as a volunteer aid in two campaigns. He sent letters to the New York “Herald,” and, after receiving a wound in a skirmish in Missouri, went to New York to become a journalist and general writer. His letters from the seat of war were republished under the title of “Camp-Fire and Cotton-Field” (New York, 1865). In 1866 he went on a journey around the world as a newspaper correspondent. In Siberia, where he accompanied an expedition that was sent out by an American company to build a telegraph-line, he travelled 3,600 miles in sledges and 1,400 miles in wagons. The narrative of his journey was republished under the title of “Overland through Asia” (Hartford, 1870). He went to Ireland in 1875, and telegraphed the score of the international rifle-match at Dollymount by means of a device of his invention, indicating, by the use of Morse signals, the spot in which each ball struck the target. This he developed into a system of topographical telegraphy, which he sold to the U. S. government for the transmission of weather-maps. In May, 1877, he set out on a second voyage around the world, arriving at Paris in time to serve as a member of the international jury at the Paris universal exposition of 1878. Besides the works already mentioned, he is the author of “Underground Life” (Hartford, 1873); “Backsheesh” (1875); “The Boy Travellers in China and Japan” (New York, 1879); followed by a similar volume on “Siam and Java,” for which the king of Siam conferred on him the order of the white elephant (1880); “How to Travel” (1880); “The Young Nimrods in North America,” “The Boy Travellers in Ceylon and India,” and “Pocket-Guide for Europe” (1881); “The Young Nimrods in Europe, Asia, and Africa,” “The Boy Travellers in Egypt and the Holy Land,” and “Pocket-Guide around the World” (1882); “The Boy Travellers in Africa” (1883); “The Voyage of the ‘Vivian’ to the North Pole” (1884); “Lives of Blaine and Logan” (Hartford, 1884); “Marco Polo for Boys and Girls” and “The Boy Travellers in South America” (New York, 1885); “Robert Fulton and Steam Navigation” (1886); “Life of Henry Ward Beecher” (Hartford, 1887); “Decisive Battles since Waterloo” (New York, 1887); “Dog Stories and Dog Lore”; and “The Boy Travellers on the Congo” (1887).
# Balaoo/3
## Book the Third: Balaoo, Man-About Town

* Chapter I: The Family Dinner
* Chapter II: Balaoo's Sadness
* Chapter III: The Wedding
* Chapter IV: The Drawbacks of an Audacious Enterprise
* Chapter V: Cuttings From a Panic-Stricken Press
* Chapter VI: The Missing Girls are Found
* Chapter VII: Poor Balaoo!
* Epilogue
# Battle-Pieces and Aspects of the War

BATTLE-PIECES
AND
ASPECTS OF THE WAR.
BY
HERMAN MELVILLE.
NEW YORK: HARPER & BROTHERS, PUBLISHERS, FRANKLIN SQUARE. 1866.
Entered, according to Act of Congress, in the year one thousand eight hundred
and sixty-six, by
H A R P E R & B R O T H E R S,
In the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the Southern District of
New York.
THE BATTLE-PIECES
IN THIS VOLUME ARE DEDICATED
TO THE MEMORY OF THE
THREE HUNDRED THOUSAND
WHO IN THE WAR
FOR THE MAINTENANCE OF THE UNION
FELL DEVOTEDLY
UNDER THE FLAG OF THEIR FATHERS.
[With few exceptions, the Pieces in this volume originated in an impulse imparted by the fall of Richmond. They were composed without reference to collective arrangement, but, being brought together in review, naturally fall into the order assumed.
 The events and incidents of the conflict—making up a whole, in varied amplitude, corresponding with the geographical area covered by the war—from these but a few themes have been taken, such as for any cause chanced to imprint themselves upon the mind.
 The aspects which the strife as a memory assumes are as manifold as are the moods of involuntary meditation—moods variable, and at times widely at variance. Yielding instinctively, one after another, to feelings not inspired from any one source exclusively, and unmindful, without purposing to be, of consistency, I seem, in most of these verses, to have but placed a harp in a window, and noted the contrasted airs which wayward winds have played upon the strings.]
Contents.
PAGE
VERSES INSCRIPTIVE AND MEMORIAL.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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# Birds of Passage (Collection)/The Haunted Chamber

Each heart has its haunted chamber, Where the silent moonlight falls! On the floor are mysterious footsteps, There are whispers along the walls!
And mine at times is haunted By phantoms of the Past As motionless as shadows By the silent moonlight cast.
A form sits by the window, That is not seen by day, For as soon as the dawn approaches It vanishes away.
It sits there in the moonlight Itself as pale and still, And points with its airy finger Across the window-sill.
Without before the window, There stands a gloomy pine, Whose boughs wave upward and downward As wave these thoughts of mine.
And underneath its branches Is the grave of a little child, Who died upon life's threshold, And never wept nor smiled.
What are ye, O pallid phantoms! That haunt my troubled brain? That vanish when day approaches, And at night return again?
What are ye, O pallid phantoms! But the statues without breath, That stand on the bridge overarching The silent river of death?
# Birds of Passage (Collection)/The Challenge

I have a vague remembrance Of a story, that is told In some ancient Spanish legend Or chronicle of old.
It was when brave King Sanchez Was before Zamora slain, And his great besieging army Lay encamped upon the plain.
Don Diego de Ordonez Sallied forth in front of all, And shouted loud his challenge To the warders on the wall.
All the people of Zamora, Both the born and the unborn, As traitors did he challenge With taunting words of scorn.
The living, in their houses, And in their graves, the dead! And the waters of their rivers, And their wine, and oil, and bread!
There is a greater army, That besets us round with strife, A starving, numberless army, At all the gates of life.
The poverty-stricken millions Who challenge our wine and bread, And impeach us all as traitors, Both the living and the dead.
And whenever I sit at the banquet, Where the feast and song are high, Amid the mirth and the music I can hear that fearful cry.
And hollow and haggard faces Look into the lighted hall, And wasted hands are extended To catch the crumbs that fall.
For within there is light and plenty, And odors fill the air; But without there is cold and darkness, And hunger and despair.
And there in the camp of famine, In wind and cold and rain, Christ, the great Lord of the army, Lies dead upon the plain!
# Birds of Passage (Collection)/The Castle-Builder

A gentle boy, with soft and silken locks A dreamy boy, with brown and tender eyes, A castle-builder, with his wooden blocks, And towers that touch imaginary skies.
A fearless rider on his father's knee, An eager listener unto stories told At the Round Table of the nursery, Of heroes and adventures manifold.
There will be other towers for thee to build; There will be other steeds for thee to ride; There will be other legends, and all filled With greater marvels and more glorified.
Build on, and make thy castles high and fair, Rising and reaching upward to the skies; Listen to voices in the upper air, Nor lose thy simple faith in mysteries.
# Birds of Passage (Collection)/The Emperor's Glove

"Combien faudrait-il de peaux d'Espagne pour faire un gant de cette grandeur?" A play upon the words gant, a glove, and Gand, the French for Ghent.
On St. Baron's tower, commanding Half of Flanders, his domain, Charles the Emperor once was standing, While beneath him on the landing Stood Duke Alva and his train.
Like a print in books of fables, Or a model made for show, With its pointed roofs and gables, Dormer windows, scrolls and labels, Lay the city far below.
Through its squares and streets and alleys Poured the populace of Ghent; As a routed army rallies, Or as rivers run through valleys, Hurrying to their homes they went
"Nest of Lutheran misbelievers!" Cried Duke Alva as he gazed; "Haunt of traitors and deceivers, Stronghold of insurgent weavers, Let it to the ground be razed!"
On the Emperor's cap the feather Nods, as laughing he replies: "How many skins of Spanish leather, Think you, would, if stitched together Make a glove of such a size?"
# Birds of Passage (Collection)/The Fiftieth Birthday of Agassiz

written in 1857
MAY 28, 1857
It was fifty years ago In the pleasant month of May, In the beautiful Pays de Vaud, A child in its cradle lay.
And Nature, the old nurse, took The child upon her knee, Saying: "Here is a story-book Thy Father has written for thee."
"Come, wander with me," she said, "Into regions yet untrod; And read what is still unread In the manuscripts of God."
And he wandered away and away With Nature, the dear old nurse, Who sang to him night and day The rhymes of the universe.
And whenever the way seemed long, Or his heart began to fail, She would sing a more wonderful song, Or tell a more marvellous tale.
So she keeps him still a child, And will not let him go, Though at times his heart beats wild For the beautiful Pays de Vaud;
Though at times he hears in his dreams The Ranz des Vaches of old, And the rush of mountain streams From glaciers clear and cold;
And the mother at home says, "Hark! For his voice I listen and yearn; It is growing late and dark, And my boy does not return!"
# Birds of Passage (Collection)/The Children's Hour

written in 1863
Between the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, That is known as the Children's Hour.
I hear in the chamber above me The patter of little feet, The sound of a door that is opened, And voices soft and sweet.
From my study I see in the lamplight, Descending the broad hall stair, Grave Alice, and laughing Allegra, And Edith with golden hair.
A whisper, and then a silence: Yet I know by their merry eyes They are plotting and planning together To take me by surprise.
A sudden rush from the stairway, A sudden raid from the hall! By three doors left unguarded They enter my castle wall!
They climb up into my turret O'er the arms and back of my chair; If I try to escape, they surround me; They seem to be everywhere.
They almost devour me with kisses, Their arms about me entwine, Till I think of the Bishop of Bingen In his Mouse-Tower on the Rhine!
Do you think, o blue-eyed banditti, Because you have scaled the wall, Such an old mustache as I am Is not a match for you all!
I have you fast in my fortress, And will not let you depart, But put you down into the dungeon In the round-tower of my heart.
And there will I keep you forever, Yes, forever and a day, Till the walls shall crumble to ruin, And moulder in dust away!
# Birds of Passage (Collection)/The Cumberland

At anchor in Hampton Roads we lay, On board of the cumberland, sloop-of-war; And at times from the fortress across the bay The alarum of drums swept past, Or a bugle blast From the camp on the shore.
Then far away to the south uprose A little feather of snow-white smoke, And we knew that the iron ship of our foes Was steadily steering its course To try the force Of our ribs of oak.
Down upon us heavily runs, Silent and sullen, the floating fort; Then comes a puff of smoke from her guns, And leaps the terrible death, With fiery breath, From each open port.
We are not idle, but send her straight Defiance back in a full broadside! As hail rebounds from a roof of slate, Rebounds our heavier hail From each iron scale Of the monster's hide.
"Strike your flag!" the rebel cries, In his arrogant old plantation strain. "Never!" our gallant Morris replies; "It is better to sink than to yield!" And the whole air pealed With the cheers of our men.
Then, like a kraken huge and black, She crushed our ribs in her iron grasp! Down went the Cumberland all a wrack, With a sudden shudder of death, And the cannon's breath For her dying gasp.
Next morn, as the sun rose over the bay, Still floated our flag at the mainmast head. Lord, how beautiful was Thy day! Every waft of the air Was a whisper of prayer, Or a dirge for the dead.
Ho! brave hearts that went down in the seas Ye are at peace in the troubled stream; Ho! brave land! with hearts like these, Thy flag, that is rent in twain, Shall be one again, And without a seam!
# Beethoven

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## Poems

* "Beethoven", a poem by Florence Earle Coates ("He cursed the day when he was born")
* "Beethoven", a poem by Richard Watson Gilder ("I came to a great city. Palaces")
* "Beethoven", a poem by Jiří Karásek ze Lvovic
* "Beethoven", a poem by Letitia Elizabeth Landon ("A stately and a solemn song")
* "To Beethoven", a poem by Sidney Lanier ("In o’er-strict calyx lingering")

## Encyclopedia articles

* "Beethoven, Louis Van," by John Weeks Moore in Complete Encyclopaedia of Music, Boston: Oliver Ditson Company (1880)
* "Beethoven, Ludwig van," in A Dictionary of Music and Musicians, (ed.) by George Grove, London: MacMillan & Co., Ltd. (1900)
** "Beethoven, Ludwig van, catalogue," in A Dictionary of Music and Musicians, (ed.) by George Grove, London: MacMillan & Co., Ltd. (1900)
* "Beethoven, Ludwig van," in Encyclopædia Britannica (11th ed., 1911)
** "Beethoven, Ludwig van/Beethoven's Music," in Encyclopædia Britannica (11th ed., 1911)
* "Ludwig van Beethoven," by Louis C. Elson in University Musical Encyclopedia, New York: The University Society (1912)
* "Ludwig Van Beethoven," in Catholic Encyclopedia, (ed.) by Charles G. Herbermann and others, New York: The Encyclopaedia Press (1913)

## See also

* Author:Ludwig van Beethoven
# Beethoven (Rolland)/Illustrations

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LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
* 1.Beethoven at the age of 21 From a miniature by Gerhard von Kügelgen.Frontispiece
* 2.Beethoven in 1818 From a painting by Kloeber.facing p. 40
* 3.Beethoven From an engraving by Blasius Hoey after the drawing by Louis Letronne, 1814.64
* 4.Page of Autograph of Moonlight Sonata in Beethoven House at Bonn100
# Beethoven (Rolland)/Classification of Piano Sonatas

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CLASSIFICATION OF BEETHOVEN'S PIANOFORTE SONATAS. IN ORDER OF STUDY
* 1. Op. 49, No. 2, in G major.
* 2. Op. 49, No. 1, in G minor.
* 3. Op. 14, No. 2, in G major.
* 4. Op. 14, No. 1, in E major.
* 5. Op. 79, in G major.
* 6. Op. 2, No. 1, in F minor.
* 7. Op. 10, No. 1, in C minor.
* 8. Op. 10, No. 2, in F major.
* 9. Op. 10, No. 3, in D major.
* 10. Op. 13, in C minor (Pathétique).
* 11. Op. 22, in B flat major.
* 12. Op. 28, in D major (Pastorale).
* 13. Op. 2, No. 2, in A major.
* 14. Op. 2, No. 3, in C major.
* 15. Op. 7, in E flat major,
* 16. Op. 26, in A flat major.
* 17. Op. 31, No. 1, in G major.
* 18. Op. 31, No. 3, in E flat major.
* 19. Op. 90, in E minor.
* 20. Op. 54, in F major.
* 21. Op. 27, No. 1, in E flat major.
* 22. Op. 27, No. 2 in C sharp minor. (Moonlight).
* 23. Op. 31, No. 2 in D minor.
* 24. Op. 53, in C major.
* 25. Op. 81, in E flat major. (Les Adieux).
* 26. Op. 78, in F sharp major.
* 27. Op. 57, in F minor. (Appassionata).
* 28. Op. 110, in A flat major.
* 29. Op. 109, in E major.
* 30. Op. 101, in A major.
* 31. Op. 111, in C minor.
* 32. Op. 106, in B flat major. (The Giant).
# Beethoven (Coates)

"He cursed the day when he was born"
* Coates, Florence Earle (1904), "Beethoven" in Mine and Thine (1904).
* Coates, Florence Earle (1916), "Beethoven" in Poems I.
# Beetles, Butterflies and Bugs

Beetles, Butterflies and Bugs School Program – BLM Campbell Creek Science Center
Get up close and personal with insects and other crawly creatures. Young entomologists use nets to capture insects and magnifiers to observe them in the field. Students try out different insect mouth parts, act out insect behaviors, and use their creative energies to build a Mini Beast. Program is best in spring, summer, or fall.
| Program Goals | Possible Activities | STEM Skills | Science and Math Standards Addressed |
| Students will: Be able to name the parts of an insect. Be able to describe one insect adaptation. Be able to group insects based on characteristics. Feel comfortable and excited to spend time outside looking for other insects. | Build your own insect using arts and crafts materials. Go on an Insect investigation hike. Practice using hand lenses, bug nets, and other tools scientists use to capture and look at insects. | Students will: Use hand lenses. Categorize animals. Observe outdoor animal evidence. | NGSS—1-LS1-1 AK—[3]SA3.1, [3]SA1.1, [3]SC2.1-2, [3]SC1.1-2, [3]SD4.4 Common Core— 1.MD |
# Beeton's Christmas Annual/A Study in Scarlet/Part 1

A STUDY IN SCARLET.
PART I.
(Being a reprint from the reminiscences of John H. Watson, M.D., late of the Army Medical Department.)
# Bohemian legends and other poems/Ach, No—Thou Sleepest

ACH, NO—THOU SLEEPEST.
It seems to me, that in the spring’s sweet air, Thy childish voice I almost seem to hear, So far away—so far up in the air— From where the lark up in the vaulted sphere Sings, and my heart goes out to meet thee there— Ach, no thou sleepest!
It seems to me, when I kneel by thy mound Crossing myself, with folded hands I pray, Thou nestles to my sorrowing heart, and round Thy presence lingers as it used to stay, And in thy eyes I gaze without a sound— Ach, no—thou sleepest.
# Bohemian legends and other poems/Bohemia

BOHEMIAN LEGENDS.
“BOHEMIA.”
Bohemia! land of far renown, Well known in the days of old, From out thy villages and towns Came forth thy stalwart sons and bold, To fight for freedom, and for God, Not caring if they bled or died, If they won liberty to laud God on their native mountain side.
Bohemia! that so many years Sent out the learned of the earth; Bohemia, that with many tears Passed through the Scripture’s second birth; Thy children, now in history’s page, Read thy loved name, with beating heart. In vain thy enemies they rage, They cannot dim thy glorious part.
Bohemia! from thy mountains wild, God called His martyrs for the truth, Fiery Jerome and Huss the mild, Here wandered in their days of youth. Here Žižka, with undaunted face, Though old and blind, thy warrior son, Left traces one cannot efface Until with history one is done.
Bohemia! there is not an art In which thy sons have not excelled; Thy wares were sold in every mart, And praise from enemies compelled.
Now Brožík, with a painter’s skill, From history has awaked the dead. Bohemia, that has great men still. Nor are thy days of glory fled.
Thy poets, too, have sung thy praise, In verses that shall never die. In many lands one hears the lays From Dvořák, like a homeward sigh. Palacký, with a lover’s zeal, Has writ thy history great in fame. Tomek has made us know and feel, Though changed, that Prague is still the same.
Brave land, so crushed that still can live And teach thy sons the way to fame; Strong land that still has strength to give Men that no enemy can tame. Thy sons have wandered far and wide; One finds them scattered in all lands— In forests where the black bear hide, And amidst Africa’s burning sands.
Bohemia! thou hast been my home, And I will sing thy praises still. Wherever ’tis my fate to roam No other land thy place shall fill. Memory shall wander back at will Amidst thy forests and thy fields, And I shall see each well-known hill, And listen to the echo’s peals.
Bohemia! be thou blest of God— May He uphold thee in His strength; May all thy children learn to laud Their father’s God, throughout thy length. Forget not how your fathers fought— For what they lived—for what they died; Remember what your fathers taught, And hold to it whate’er betide.
# Bohemian legends and other poems/Battle

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BATTLE.
Two hundred thousand men stand like a rock, While two hundred thousand rush to the shock.
Two hundred thousand brains throb like fire, Which will storm the hill? meet the lightning’s ire?
Four hundred thousand lips mutter an oath— With wolf’s eyes they glare, carnage nothing loath.
Between two hills, the vale is filled with mist, A smiling king stands on each hill, I wist.
With sidelong look they watch each other’s face, And speed “Good-morning” to each other’s place.
Frowns on their brows—hate lurking in their eyes, ’Neath purple robes are hid hands white and wise.
Two kings upon two hills, their palms spread out, Four hundred thousand men rush with a shout.
Ten thousand souls shriek out in mortal pain, The kings applaud the music, “Call again.”
Thousands of dying men at eve lie low, The kings gaze as at an opera show.
A hundred thousand men rush in wild flight, One of the kings says smiling, “A fine sight.”
One king smiles and sets his throne higher, The other bows low before the slyer.
Thousands lying, dying on the heather— The two kings and generals drink together.
# Bohemian legends and other poems/Beautiful Stars

Folk song
BEAUTIFUL STARS.
Oh, beautiful bright stars, How very small you are. Once you used to give me pleasure, Once you used to give me pleasure, The whole live-long evening.
One of you the brightest, The glorious morning star, Followed me with its golden light, Followed me with its golden light, To the home of my love.
Moon amidst the high clouds, How far off you are! So far off is my beloved one, So far off is my beloved one, From my reach as you are.