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# A Treatise on Painting/Chapter 270

CONTRASTE, HARMONY, AND REFLEXES, IN REGARD TO COLOURS.
Chap. CCLXX.—Gradation in Painting.
What is fine is not always beautiful and good: I address this to such painters as are so attached to the beauty of colours, that they regret being obliged to give them almost imperceptible shadows, not considering the beautiful relief which figures acquire by a proper gradation and strength of shadows. Such persons may be compared to those speakers who in conversation make use of many fine words without meaning, which altogether scarcely form one good sentence.
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# A Treatise on Painting/Chapter 268

Chap. CCLXVIII.—Of Back-grounds suitable both to Shadows and Lights.
The shadows or lights which surround figures, or any other objects, will help the more to detach them the more they differ from the objects; that is, if a dark colour does not terminate upon another dark colour, but upon a very different one; as white, or partaking of white, but lowered, and approximated to the dark shade.
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# A Treatise on Painting/Chapter 274

Chap. CCLXXIV.—What Body will be the most strongly tinged with the Colour of any other Object.
An opake surface will partake most of the genuine colour of the body nearest to it, because a great quantity of the species of colour will be conveyed to it; whereas such colour would be broken and disturbed if coming from a more distant object.
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# A Legend of the Foreign Office

* Kipling, Rudyard (1899, 1919), "A Legend of the Foreign Office" in Departmental Ditties and Ballads and Barrack-Room Ballads.
* Kipling, Rudyard (1919), "A Legend of the Foreign Office" in Rudyard Kipling's Verse, Inclusive Edition, 1885-1918.
# A Lesson in Latin

* "A Lesson in Latin" in Three Sunsets and Other Poems (1898)
* "A Lesson in Latin" in The Complete Works of Lewis Carroll (1920)
# A Letter To Woman's Home Companion

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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# A treasury of war poetry, British and American poems of the world war, 1914-1919/The Homecoming of the Sheep

THE HOMECOMING OF THE SHEEP
THE sheep are coming home in Greece, Hark the bells on every hill! Flock by flock, and fleece by fleece, Wandering wide a little piece Thro' the evening red and still, Stopping where the pathways cease, Cropping with a hurried will.
Thro' the cotton-bushes low Merry boys with shouldered crooks Close them in a single row, Shout among them as they go With one bell-ring o'er the brooks. Such delight you never know Reading it from gilded books.
Before the early stars are bright Cormorants and sea-gulls call, And the moon comes large and white Filling with a lovely light The ferny curtained waterfall. Then sleep wraps every bell up tight And the climbing moon grows small
Francis Ledwidge
# A treasury of war poetry, British and American poems of the world war, 1914-1919/The Fourth of July, 1776

THE FOURTH OF JULY, 1776
WHEN England's king put English to the horn, To England thus spake England over sea, "In peace be friend, in war my enemy"; Then countering pride with pride, and lies with scorn, Broke with the man whose ancestor had borne A sharper pain for no more injury. How otherwise should freemen deal and be, With patience frayed and loyalty outworn?
No act of England's shone more generous gules, Than that which sever'd once for all the strands Which bound you English. You may search the lands In vain, and vainly rummage in the schools To find a deed more English, or a shame On England with more honour to her name.
Maurice Hewlett
* ↑ To "put to the horn" was to declare an outlawry.
* ↑ Charles the First.
# A treasury of war poetry, British and American poems of the world war, 1914-1919/The Guards Came Through

THE GUARDS CAME THROUGH
MEN of the Twenty-first Up by the Chalk Pit Wood, Weak with our wounds and our thirst, Wanting our sleep and our food, After a day and a night— God, shall we ever forget! Beaten and broke in the fight, But sticking it—sticking it yet. Trying to hold the line, Fainting and spent and done, Always the thud and the whine, Always the yell of the Hun! Northumberland, Lancaster, York, Durham and Somerset, Fighting alone, worn to the bone, But sticking it—sticking it yet.
Never a message of hope! Never a word of cheer! Fronting Hill 70's shell-swept slope, With the dull dead plain in our rear. Always the whine of the shell, Always the roar of its burst, Always the tortures of hell, As waiting and wincing we cursed ​Our luck and the guns and the Boche, When our Corporal shouted, "Stand to!" And I heard some one cry, "Clear the front for the Guards!" And the Guards came through.
Our throats they were parched and hot, But Lord, if you'd heard the cheers! Irish and Welsh and Scot, Coldstream and Grenadiers. Two brigades, if you please, Dressing as straight as a hem, We we were down on our knees, Praying for us and for them! Praying with tear-wet cheek, Praying with outstretched hand. Lord, I could speak for a week, But how could you understand! How should your cheeks be wet, Such feelin's don't come to you. But when can me or my mates forget, When the Guards came through?
"Five yards left extend!" It passed from rank to rank. Line after line with never a bend, And a touch of the London swank. A trifle of swank and dash, Cool as a home parade, Twinkle and glitter and flash, Flinching never a shade, With the shrapnel right in their face Doing their Hyde Park stunt, Keeping their swing at an easy pace, Arms at the trail, eyes front! Man, it was great to see! Man, it was fine to do! It's a cot and a hospital ward for me, But I'll tell 'em in Blighty, wherever I be, How the Guards came through.
Arthur Conan Doyle
# A treasury of war poetry, British and American poems of the world war, 1914-1919/The Hidden Weaver

THE HIDDEN WEAVER
THERE where he sits in the cold, in the gloom, Of his far-away place by his thundering loom, He weaves on the shuttles of day and of night The shades of our sorrow and shapes of delight. He has wrought him a glimmering garment to fling Over the sweet swift limbs of the Spring, He has woven a fabric of wonder to be For a blue and a billowy robe to the sea, He has fashioned in sombre funereal dyes A tissue of gold for the midnight skies.
But sudden the woof turns all to red. Has he lost his craft? Has he snapped his thread? Sudden the web all sanguine runs. Does he hear the yell of the thirsting guns? While the scarlet crimes and the crimson sins Grow from the dizzying outs and ins Of the shuttle that spins, does he see it and feel? Or is he the slave of a tyrannous wheel?
Inscrutable faces, mysterious eyes, Are watching him out of the drifting skies; Exiles of chaos crowd through the gloom Of the uttermost cold to that thundering room And whisper and peer through the dusk to mark What thing he is weaving there in the dark. Will he leave the loom that he won from them And rend his fabric from hem to hem? Is he weaving with daring and skill sublime A wonderful winding-sheet for time?
​Ah, but he sits in a darkling place, Hiding his hands, hiding his face, Hiding his art behind the shine Of the web that he weaves so long and fine. Loudly the great wheel hums and rings And we hear not even the song that he sings. Over the whirr of the shuttles and all The roar and the rush, does he hear when we call?
Only the colours that grow and glow Swift as the hurrying shuttles go, Only the figures vivid or dim That flow from the hastening hands of him, Only the fugitive shapes are we, Wrought in the web of eternity.
Odell Shepard
# A treasury of war poetry, British and American poems of the world war, 1914-1919/The Ghosts of Oxford

THE GHOSTS OF OXFORD
AS I went walking up and down The darkened streets of Oxford town, I seemed to see them all astir With ghosts of those who died for her; I saw the Scholar and the Blue, The Smug, the Blood, the Slacker too, Who, different in all beside, Were like in this—the way they died. O Oxford men, from Smug to Blue, My heart was sore, was sore for you! And then there came across the years A voice as through a mist of tears: "And what of us who wore the gown, Long since with you in Oxford town? Should we have died as brave and gay As those who die for her to-day?" And I made answer: "Even so! O friends of thirty years ago. We too, God helping us, had died As gay, as nobly satisfied!" These were the ghosts I seemed to see, These were the ghosts that talked with me, As I went walking up and down The darkened streets of Oxford town.
W. Snow
# A treasury of war poetry, British and American poems of the world war, 1914-1919/The Guns in Sussex

THE GUNS IN SUSSEX
LIGHT green of grass and richer green of bush Slope upwards to the darkest green of fir; How still! How deathly still! And yet the hush Shivers and trembles with some subtle stir, Some far-off throbbing, like a muffled drum, Beaten in broken rhythm over sea, To play the last funereal march of some Who die to-day that Europe may be free.
The deep-blue heaven, curving from the green, Spans with its shimmering arch the flowery zone; In all God's earth there is no gentler scene, And yet I hear that awesome monotone; Above the circling midge's piping shrill, And the long droning of the questing bee, Above all sultry summer sounds, it still Mutters its ceaseless menaces to me.
And as I listen all the garden fair Darkens to plains of misery and death, And looking past the roses I see there Those sordid furrows, with the rising breath ​Of all things foul and black. My heart is hot Within me as I view it, and I cry, "Better the misery of these men's lot Than all the peace that comes to such as I!"
And strange that in the pauses of the sound I hear the children's laughter as they roam, And then their mother calls, and all around Rise up the gentle murmurs of a home. But still I gaze afar, and at the sight My whole soul softens to its heartfelt prayer, "Spirit of Justice, Thou for whom they fight, Ah, turn, in mercy, to our lads out there!
"The froward peoples have deserved Thy wrath, And on them is the Judgment as of old. But if they wandered from the hallowed path, Yet is their retribution manifold. Behold all Europe writhing on the rack, The sins of fathers grinding down the sons, How long, O Lord!" He sends no answer back, But still I hear the mutter of the guns.
Arthur Conan Doyle
# A treasury of war poetry, British and American poems of the world war, 1914-1919/The Heroes

THE HEROES
IN that Valhalla where the heroes go A careful sentinel paced to and fro Before the gate, burnt black with battle smoke, Whose echoes to the tread of armèd men awoke, And up the fiery stairs whose steps are spears Came the pale heroes of the bloodstained years.
There were lean Cæsars from the glory fields With heart that only to a sword-thrust yields; And there were Generals decked in pride of rank, Red scabbard swinging from the weary flank; And slender youths, who were the sons of kings, And barons with their sixteen quarterings. And while the nobles went with haughty air The courteous sentinel questioned: "Who goes there?" And as each came, full lustily he cried His string of titles, ere he passed inside . . . .
And presently there was a little man, A silent mover in the regal van. His hand still grasped his rifle, and his eyes Seemed blinded with the light from Paradise. . . . His was a humble guise, a modest air— The sentinel held him sharply: "Who goes there?"
There were no gauds tacked to that simple name, But every naked blade leapt out like flame, And every blue-blood warrior bowed his head— "I am a Belgian," this was all he said. Men's cheering echoed thro' the battle's Hell. "Pass in, mon brave," said that wise sentinel.
M. Forrest
Brisbane, Queensland.
# A treasury of war poetry, British and American poems of the world war, 1914-1919/The Healers

THE HEALERS
IN a vision of the night I saw them, In the battles of the night. 'Mid the roar and the reeling shadows of blood They were moving like light,
Light of the reason, guarded Tense within the will, As a lantern under a tossing of boughs Burns steady and still.
With scrutiny calm, and with fingers Patient as swift They bind up the hurts and the pain-writhen Bodies uplift,
Untired and defenceless; around them With shrieks in its breath Bursts stark from the terrible horizon Impersonal death;
But they take not their courage from anger That blinds the hot being; They take not their pity from weakness; Tender, yet seeing;
Feeling, yet nerved to the uttermost; Keen, like steel; Yet the wounds of the mind they are stricken with, Who shall heal?
​They endure to have eyes of the watcher In hell, and not swerve For an hour from the faith that they follow, The light that they serve.
Man true to man, to his kindness That overflows all, To his spirit erect in the thunder When all his forts fall,—
This light, in the tiger-mad welter, They serve and they save. What song shall be worthy to sing of them Braver than the brave?
Laurence Binyon
# A treasury of war poetry, British and American poems of the world war, 1914-1919/The Heart-Cry

THE HEART-CRY
SHE turned the page of wounds and death With trembling fingers. In a breath The gladness of her life became Naught but a memory and a name.
Farewell! Farewell! I might not share The perils it was yours to dare. Dauntless you fronted death: for me Rests to face life as fearlessly.
F. W. Bourdillon
# A Naval Biographical Dictionary/Leith, Lockhart

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​LEITH. (Lieutenant, 1815. f-p., 10; h-p., 33.)
Lockhart Leith entered the Navy, 24 July, 1804, as Midshipman, on board the Devastation bomb, Capt. Alex. Milner, and, until discharged in the following Dec, was employed off Boulogne and in the Downs. Re-embarking, in July, 1806, on board the Monarch 74, Capt. Rich. Lee, we find him, in company with a squadron under Sir Sam. Hood, at the capture, 25 Sept. following, of four heavy French frigates from Rochefort, on which occasion the above ship enacted a very conspicuous part, compelled La Minerve, of 44 guns and 650 men, to surrender, and sustained a loss of 4 men killed and 25 wounded. The Monarch, it appears, was afterwards employed in blockading the Tagus, in escorting, towards the close of 1807, the Royal Family of Portugal to the Brazils, and in the expedition to the Walcheren in Aug. 1809. In Dec. 1811 Mr. Leith removed to the Marlborough 74, Capt. Matt. Henry Scott, stationed off Flushing and in the Channel, where he served until Aug. 1812. In the following month, the latter officer having hoisted his flag in the Chatham 74, he rejoined him on board that ship, in which he continued employed, under Capts. Wm. Lukin and David Lloyd, on the Home and Cork stations, until July, 1815. He then took up a commission dated on 10 of the previous March; and has not been since afloat.
# A Naval Biographical Dictionary/Leigh, Benjamin

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​LEIGH. (Retired Commander, 1833. f-p., 24; h-p., 40.)
Benjamin Leigh died 22 Feb. 1846.
This officer entered the Navy, in 1782, as Fst.-cl. Boy, on board La Fortunée, Capt. Hugh Cloberry Christian, and cruized, until the peace of 1783, on the coast of North America. He served next, from 1786 to 1792, part of the time as Midshipman, in the Atalante sloop, Capts. Delgano, Schomberg, Halsted, Foote, and Elphinstone, on the East India station; and after a further attachment to the Alcide 74, and, as Acting-Lieutenant, to the Spitfire sloop, was confirmed, 10 March, 1795, into the Hornet sloop, Capts. Wm. Lukin and Robt. Larkan, in which vessel he made a voyage to St. Helena. His subsequent appointments were – 27 Dec. 1796, to the Minerva frigate, Capt. Thos. Peyton, in the Channel – 28 Sept. 1797, to the Inflexible, Capt. Ferris, on the Downs station – 28 June, 1799, to La Juste 80, Capt. Sir Henry Trollope, which ship a serious injury compelled him to leave in the following year – for a short time in 1801, to the command of the Crown prison-ship at Portsmouth – and, in 1804, to the charge of a signal station in the Isle of Wight, where he remained until 1814. He became a Retired Commander, on the Senior List, 10 Jan. 1833.
He was father-in-law of the present Commander Geo. Caswell, R.N.
# A Naval Biographical Dictionary/Leigh, Jodrell

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​LEIGH. (Captain, 1829. f-p., 20; h-p., 26.)
Jodrell Leigh, baptized 27 Feb. 1790, at Goosetrey, is third son of the late Egerton Leigh, Esq., of the West Hall, High Leigh, co. Cheshire, by Elizabeth, daughter and co-heiress of Fras. Jodrell, Esq., of Yeardsley and Tremlow, in the same co. He is brother-in-law of Lord Dunfermline, formerly the Hon. Jas. Abercromby, M.P., Speaker of the House of Commons; and also of John Smith, Esq., of Dale Park, co. Sussex, youngest brother of Lord Carrington, and M.P., in 1833, for Buckinghamshire.
This officer entered the Navy, 14 July, 1801, as Fst.-cl. Vol., on board the Malta 80, Capt. Albemarle Bertie, attached to the Channel fleet. Becoming Midshipman, in 1802, of the Leander 60, he continued to serve in that ship on the Halifax station under Capts. Jas. Oughton, Fras. Wm. Fane, Alex. Skene, John Talbot, and Salusbury Pryce Humphreys, until Aug. 1806; and was in consequence present with Capt. Talbot at the taking, 23 Feb. 1805, of La Ville de Milan French frigate, of 46 guns, and the simultaneous recapture of her prize the Cleopatra 32. In Aug. 1806 Mr. Leigh followed Capt. Humphreys into the Leopard 50; and in April, 1807, he was nominated Acting-Lieutenant of the Bermuda 18, Capt. Wm. Henry Byam; in which vessel (being confirmed to her 29 Feb. following) he continued until wrecked on the Memory Rook, Little Bermuda, 22 April, 1808. His next appointment was, 22 Aug. in the same year, to the Melampus 36, Capt. Edw. Hawker, under whom, during a servitude of three years and a half, we find him assisting at the capture of the French ships of war Le Colibri, of 16 guns and 92, men, and Le Beauharnais, of 16 guns and 109 men, and co-operating in the reduction of Guadeloupe. Quitting the Melampus in Feb. 1812, Mr. Leigh, further served, between that period and March, 1820, on the Channel, Newfoundland, Cork, St. Helena, and Jamaica stations, in the Mars 74, Capt. Henry Raper, Dryad 36, Capt. Edw. Galwey, Bonne Citoyenne 20, Capts. Pitt Burnaby Greene and Augustus Wm. Jas. Clifford, Falmouth 20, Capts. Robt. Worgan Geo. Festing and Geo. Fred. Rich, and Sybille 44, bearing the flag of Sir Home Popham. He then assumed the acting-command of the Bann 20, also in the West Indies, where, soon after his official promotion, which took place 12 June following, he removed to the Ontario 18. He returned to England, after a dreadfully tempestuous passage, in Dec. 1821; and was lastly appointed, 28 Feb. 1829, to the Royal Charlotte yacht, Capt. Hon. Josceline Percy. He attained his present rank 2 June in the same year.
# A Naval Biographical Dictionary/Lefebvre, Nicholas

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Nicholas Lefebvre entered the Navy, 18 Jan. 1811, as a Volunteer, on board the Victory 100, Capt. Philip Dumaresq, bearing the flag of Sir Jas. Saumarez in the Baltic; and in the following Dec. was on his passage home in company with the St. George and Defence when those ships were lost. Becoming Midshipman, in July, 1812, of the Ethalion 36, Capts. Edm. Heywood and Wm. Hugh Dobie, he was, for some time prior to Dec. 1814, employed on the North American and Irish stations. He then removed, as Master’s Mate, to the Zenobia sloop, Capt. Nicholas Chas. Dobree, and while in that vessel had the misfortune, during the war of a hundred days, to be taken prisoner by the French. Contriving soon to effect his escape, he rejoined the Zenobia, and was in her when she escorted Napoleon Buonaparte to St. Helena. Previously to the return of the latter vessel to England he landed, it appears, at Ascension with a party of marines from the flag-ship, and was for some length of time employed on shore. We subsequently, from April, 1816, until Sept. 1818, and from Feb. 1819, to Jan. 1822, find Mr. Lefebvre serving on the Leith and North American stations on board the Driver 18, Capts. John Ross and Chas. Hope Reid, and Newcastle 60, flagship of the late Sir Edw. Griffith Colpoys. He next, in July, 1823, joined the Spartiate 76, and, in Aug. 1825, the Wellesley 74, bearing each the flag of Sir Geo. Eyre in South America; whence, in the following Nov., he returned to England on board the Tartar 42, Capt. Thos. Brown. On 3 Jan. 1826, nearly nine years after he had passed his examination, Mr. Lefebvre was promoted to the rank of Lieutenant. In the course of the ensuing month he obtained an appointment to the Britannia 120, flag-ship of Sir Jas. Saumarez at Plymouth, where he remained until April, 1827; and he was lastly, from 9 June, 1834, until paid off in Oct. 1838, employed, as First-Lieutenant, in the Zebra 16, commanded by Capt. Robt. Contart M‘Crea (whom see), on the East India and South Sea stations. For his gallant conduct during that period, and more especially for the zealous perseverance he exhibited in the boats when in quest of pirates, Mr. Lefebvre, on the earnest recommendation of the Commander-in-Chief, Sir Thos. Bladen Capel, was promoted to the rank of Commander by commission dated 27 Dec. 1838.
Commander Lefebvre has been presented by the Royal Humane Society with a medal as a reward for his conduct in having frequently saved the lives of seamen.
# A Naval Biographical Dictionary/Leigh, Thomas

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Thomas Leigh died in 1846.
This officer entered the Navy, 3 June, 1803, as a. Volunteer, on board the Conqueror 74, Capts Thos. Louis and Israel Pellew; under the latter of whom, after pursuing the combined squadrons of France and Spain to the West Indies and back, he shared in the action off Cape Trafalgar 21 Oct. 1805. Being discharged from the Conqueror in Jan. 1806, he served during the next eight years, as Midshipman and Master’s Mate, in the Melampus 36, Capts. Stephen Poyntz and Edw. Hawker, Porgey schooner, Lieut.-Commander Hugh Goold, Bellona 74, Capt. John Erskine Douglas, Pilot 18, Capt. John Toup Nicolas, Royal George 100, flag-shjp of Rear-Admiral Fras. Pickmore, and Impétueux, Stately, and Rodney, bearing each the flag of Vice-Admiral Geo. Martin, on the North American, Home, Mediterranean, and Lisbon stations. While in the Pilot, Mr. Leigh served, 25 July, 1810, in her boats, with those of the Thames 32, and Weasel 18, and was officially alluded to for his conduct, at the very gallant capture and destruction, near Amanthea, notwithstanding a most spirited opposition, of 31 transports, seven large gun-boats, and five armed vessels. He was confirmed a Lieutenant, 26 Jan. 1814, in the Bristol troop-ship, Capt. Geo. Wyndham, employed in the Channel and off Lisbon, and was subsequently appointed – in the course of 1815, to the Havock 12, Capt. Geo. Truscott, Rifleman 16, Capts. Henry Edw. Napier and Geo. Bennet Allen, and Vengeur 74, Capt. Thos. Alexander, all on the Home station, where he served, until superseded from ill health in May, 1818 – and, 4 Dec. 1827, to the Coast Guard. He left that service, on attaining the rank of Commander, 23 June, 1835; and remained thenceforward on half-pay. Agents – Coplands and Burnett.