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# An Etymological Dictionary of the German Language/Annotated/Kippe

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​ Kippe, feminine, ‘brink, edge,’ from Middle German and Low German; the proper High German form is Kipfe, meaning ‘point’ in Luther; earlier references are wanting. The nominal verb kippen means ‘to cut of the point’; in the sense of ‘to strike,’ allied to Old Icelandic kippa, ‘to strike,’ Anglo-Saxon cippian, with which Modern High German kappen is also connected.
# An Etymological Dictionary of the German Language/Annotated/Kirche

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​ Kirche, feminine, ‘church,’ from the equivalent Middle High German kirche (Swiss chilche), Old High German chirī̆hha (Swiss chī̆lihha), feminine; corresponding to Dutch kerk, Anglo-Saxon čiriče, čyriče, English church. As is shown by the Old High German hh of chirī̆hha, the word must have existed before the Old High German period; names of places with Kirche are found in Germany even before the beginning of the 8th century; yet the word is unknown to Gothic (the terms used were gudhûs, ‘the house of God,’ gards or razn - bidô, ‘house of prayer’; also aíkklêsjô, ‘coetus christianorum’). The other Teutonic tribes must, however, have adopted the term from Greek through the medium of Gothic (compare Pfaffe, also Heide, Taufe, and Teufel). It is true that Greek κυριακή (with ἡμέρα understood) during the first ten centuries signified ‘Sunday’ exclusively, and only from the 11th century onwards did it obtain the meaning ‘house of the Lord.’ But since the word is foreign, we may assume that the gender of κυριακόν, ‘church’ (or its plural κῦριακά), recorded from the 4th century, was changed (Old High German chī̆rī̆hha, feminine). Since the Greek word was never current in the Romish Church (the Latin-Romance as well as the Keltic term being ecclesia), we have in Kirche a term of the Greek Church, though in other cases the words adopted with Christianity are essentially Latin (from Gothic *kyreika, Russian cerkovĭ, and Old Slovenian crŭky are also probably derived). The introduction of Kirche through a Gothic medium was possible as late as the 9th century at least, for, according to Wal. Strabo, divine service was celebrated on the Lower Danube in the Gothic language even at that period. —
# An Etymological Dictionary of the German Language/Annotated/Kinn

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​ Kinn, neuter, ‘chin,’ from the equivalent Middle High German kin, kinne, Old High German chinni, neuter (also ‘jaw’). The older meaning, ‘cheek’ (Gothic kinnus, feminine, ‘cheek’), has been preserved in Kinnbein, ‘cheek-bone,’ in Old High German chinnizan, Middle High German kinnezan, ‘molar tooth,’ Old High German kinnibaccho, ‘jawbone’; compare Anglo-Saxon čin, English chin, Anglo-Saxon činbân, English chin-bone, Modern Dutch kin, feminine, ‘chin’; Old Icelandic kinn, ‘cheek.’ Compare Greek γένυς, feminine, ‘chin, jaw, jawbone,’ also ‘edge of an axe, axe,’ γένειον, neuter, ‘chin, jaw,’ γενείας, feminine, ‘chin, beard’; Latin gena, ‘cheek,’ dentes genuini, ‘molar teeth’; Irish gin, ‘mouth’; Sanscrit hánu-s, feminine, ‘jaw,’ hanavýa, ‘jawbone.’ Hence the meaning varies considerably between cheek, jaw, chin; the primary sense of the root gen in this term cannot be ascertained. On account of the Greek meaning ‘axe’ some deduce the word from a root gen, ‘to cut to pieces.’
# An Etymological Dictionary of the German Language/Annotated/Kirchweih

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​ Kirchweih, feminine, ‘dedication of a church,’ from Middle High German kirchwîhe, feminine, which thus early signifies also ‘annual fair,’ and even ‘fête’ generally, Old High German chirihwîhî, feminine, properly ‘dedication of a church’ (compare Alemannian Kilbe, chilbi).
# The Book of Scottish Song/Love

Love.
[William Thom of Inverury.—Music by Samuel Lover.]
O say not—"Love will never Breathe in that breast again;" That "where he bled, must ever All pleasureless remain." Shall tempest-riven blossom, When fair leaves fall away, In coldness close its bosom 'Gainst beams of milder day O never!—nay It blooms—whene'er it may.
Though ruthless tempest tear— Though biting frosts subdue— And leave no tendril where Love's pretty flowrets grew; The soil, all ravag'd so, Will nurture more and more, And stately roses blow Where gowans droop'd before. Then why—O! why Should sweet love ever die?
# The Book of Scottish Song/Love's Adieu

Love’s Adieu.
[This song was written by Joseph Grant, a Kincardineshire peasant, who, amid toil and poverty, devoted his leisure hours to reading and the cultivation of his mind. He composed verses at the early age of fourteen; and when in his twenty-third year he published "Juvenile Lays," a collection of poems. Two years thereafter, he published "Kincardineshire Traditions" in one small volume. At a later period of his life he contributed several tales and sketches to "Chambers' Journal." He was engaged in preparing a volume of his tales for the press, when he was seized wth a cold, which settled on his lungs; and, returning home for the benefit of his native air, he died at Affrusk, in April, 1835, in the 30th year of his age.]
The e'e o' the dawn, Eliza, Blinks over the dark green sea,
An' the moon's creepin' down to the hill tap Richt dim an' drowsilie; An' the music o' the mornin' Is murmurin' alang the air; Yet still my dowie heart lingers To catch one sweet throb mair.
We've been as blest, Eliza, As children o' earth can be, Though my fondest wish has been nipt by The bonds o' povertie; An' through life's misty sojourn, That still may be our fa', But hearts that are linked for ever Ha'e strength to bear it a'.
The cot by the mutterin' burnie, Its wee bit garden an' field, May ha'e mair o' the blessin's o' heaven Than lichts on the lordliest bield. There's mony a young brow braided Wi' jewels o' far aff isles, But woe may be drinkin' the heart-springs While we see nought but smiles.
But adieu, my ain Eliza! Where'er my wanderin's be, Undyin' remembrance will mak' thee The star o' my destinie; An' weel I ken, thou loved one, That aye till I return Thou'lt treasure pure faith in thy bosom Like a gem in a gowden urn.
# The Book of Scottish Song/Love's Constancy

Love’s Constancy.
[Thomas Pringle.]
Oh! not when hopes are brightest. Is all love's sweet enchantment known; Oh! not when hearts are lightest. Is all fond woman's fervour shown: But when life's clouds o'ertake us, And the cold world is clothed in gloom When summer friends forsake us, The rose of love is best in bloom.
Love is no wandering vapour, That lures astray with treacherous spark; Love is no transient taper, That lives an hour and leaves us dark: But, like the lamp that lightens The Greenland hut beneath the snow, The bosom's home it brightens, When all beside is chill below.
# The Book of Scottish Song/Love's like a dizziness

Love's like a dizziness.
[Written by the Ettrick Shepherd, to the tune of "Paddy's Wedding."]
I Lately liv'd in quiet case, An' never wish'd to marry, O; But when I saw my Peggy's face, I felt a sad quandary, O. Though wild as ony Athol deer, She has trepan'd me fairly, Her cherry cheeks, and een sae clear, Harass me late an' early, O. O! love! love! laddie, Love 's like a dizziness! It winna let a puir body Gang about his business!
To tell my feats this single week Wad mak' a curious diary, O: I drave my cart against a dyke, My horses in a miry, O: I wear my stockings white an' blue, My love's sae fierce and fiery, O: I drill the land that I should plow, An' plow the drills entirely, O. O! love! love! &c.
Soon as the dawn had brought the day, I went to theek the stable, O; I coost my coat, an' ply'd away As fast as I was able, O. I wrought a' morning out an' out As I'd been redding fire, O; When I had done, and look'd about, Behold it was the byre, O! O! love! love! &c.
Her wily glance I'll ne'er forget; The dear, the lovely blinkin' o't, Has pierc'd me through and through the heart, And plagues me wi' the prinklin' o't, I try'd to sing, I try'd to pray, I try'd to drown't wi' drinkin' o't: I try'd wi' toil to drive't away, But ne'er can sleep for thinkin' o't. O! love! love! &c.
Were Peggy's love to hire the job, An' save my heart frae breakin', O, I'd put a girdle round the globe, Or dive in Corryvrekin, O; Or howk a grave at midnight dark In yonder vault sae eerie, O; Or gang and spier for Mungo Park Through Africa sae dreary, O. O! love! love! &c.
Ye little ken what pains I prove I Or, how severe my plisky, O; I swear I'm sairer drunk wi' love Than e'er I was wi' whisky, O! For love has rak'd me fore an' aft, I scarce can lift a leggy, O: I first grew dizzy, than gaed daft, An' now I'll dee for Peggy, O. O! love! love! &c.
# The Book of Scottish Song/Love inviting Reason

Love inviting Reason.
[From the first vol. of the Tea-Table Miscellany (1724), where it appears without a mark, but probably written by Ramsay himself.—Tune, "Chami ma chattle, ne duce skar mi."]
When innocent pastime our pleasures did crown, Upon a green meadow, or under a tree, Ere Annie became a fine lady in town, How lovely, and loving, and bonnie was she! House up thy reason, my beautiful Annie, Let ne'er a new whim ding thy fancy ajee; Oh! as thou art bonnie, be faithfu' and cannie, And favour thy Jamie wha doats upon thee. ​Does the death of a lintwhite give Annie the spleen? Can tyning of trifles be uneasy to thee? Can lap-dogs and monkeys draw tears frae these een, That look with indifference on poor dying me? Rouse up thy reason, my beautiful Annie, And dinna prefer a paroquet to me; Oh! as thou art bonnie, be prudent and cannie, And think on thy Jamie wha doats upon thee.
Ah! should a pew manteau or Flanders lace head, Or yet a wee coatie, though never so fine, Gar thee grow forgetfu', and let his heart bleed, That ance had some hope of purchasing thine? Rouse up thy reason, my beautiful Annie, And dinna prefer your flageeries to me; Oh! as thou art bonnie, be solid and cannie, And tent a true lover that doats upon thee.
Shall a Paris edition of newfangled Sawney, Though gilt o'er wi' laces and fringes he be, By adoring himself, be adored by fair Annie, And aim at those benisons promised to me? Rouse up thy reason, my beautiful Annie, And never prefer a light dancer to me, Oh! as thou art bonnie, be prudent and cannie; Love only thy Jamie wha doats upon thee.
Oh! think, my dear charmer, on ilka sweet hour, That slade away saftly between thee and me, Ere squirrels, or beaux, or foppery, had power To rival my love and impose upon thee. Rouse up thy reason, my beautiful Annie, And let thy desires a' be centred in me; Oh! as thou art bonnie, be faithfu' and cannie, And love ane wha lang has been loving to thee.
# The Book of Scottish Song/Love is timid

Love is timid.
[Words by Daniel Weir, Greenock.—Music by W. H. Moore.]
Love is timid, Love is shy, Can you tell me, tell me why? Ah! tell me, why true love should be Afraid to meet the kindly smile Of him she loves, from him would flee, Yet thinks upon him all the while? Can you tell me, tell me why Love is timid, Love is shy?
Love is timid, Love is shy, Can you tell me, tell me why? True love, they say, delights to dwell In some sequester'd lonely bower; With him she loves where none can tell, Her tender look in passion's hour. Can you tell me, tell me why Love is timid, Love is shy?
Love is timid, Love is shy, Can you tell me, tell me why Love, like the lonely nightingale, Will pour her heart when all is lone; Nor will repeat, amidst the vale, Her notes to any but to one. Can you tell me, tell me why Love is timid, Love is shy?
# The Book of Scottish Song/Lovely Davies

Lovely Davies.
[This song Burns wrote in honour of his little favourite. Miss Davies. It appears in Johnson's Museum, set at his own request to a tune called "Miss Muir." "Those who remember the pleasing society," says Allan Cunningham, "which, in the year 1791, Dumfries afforded, cannot have forgotten 'the charming lovely Davies' of the lyrics of Burns. Her maiden name was Deborah, and she was the youngest daughter of Dr. Davies of Tenby in Pembroke-shire; between her and the Riddels of Friars Carse there were ties of blood or friendship, and her eldest sister, Harriet, was married to Captain Adam Gordon, of the noble family of Kenmure. Her education was superior to that of most young ladies of her station of life; she was equally agreeable and witty; her company was much courted in Nithsdale, and others than Burns respected her talents in poetic composition. She was then in her twentieth year, and so little and so handsome that some one, who desired to compliment her, welcomed her to the vale of Nith as one of the Graces in miniature. It was the destiny of Miss Davies to become acquainted with Captain Delany, a pleasant and sightly man, who made himself acceptable to her by sympathizing in her pursuits, and by writing verses to her, calling her his "Stella," an ominous name, which might have brought the memory of Swift's unhappy mistress to her mind. An offer of marriage was made and accepted; but Delany's circumstances were urged as an obstacle; delays ensued; a coldness on the lover's part followed; his regiment was called abroad—he went with it; she heard from him once and no more, and was left to mourn the change of affection—to droop and die. He perished in battle or by a foreign climate, soon after the death of the young lady of whose love he was unworthy."]
O how shall I, unskifu', try The poet's occupation? The tunefu' powers, in happy hours, That whisper inspiration, Even they maun dare an effort mair Than aught they ever gave us, Or they rehearse, in equal verse, The charms o' lovely Davies.
Each eye it cheers, when she appears, Like Phœbus in the morning, When past the show'r, and every flower The garden is adorning. As the wretch looks o'er Siberia's shore, When winter-bound the wave is; Sae droops our heart when we maun part From charming, lovely Davies.
Her smile's a gift, frae 'boon the lift, That mak's us mair than princes; A sceptred hand, a king's command, Is in her darting glances: The man in arms 'gainst female charms, Even he her willing slave is; He hugs his chain, and owns the reign Of conquering, lovely Davies.
My muse to dream of such a theme, Her feeble pow'rs surrender; The eagle's gaze alone surveys The sun's meridian splendour: I wad in vain essay the strain, The deed too daring brave is; I'll drap the lyre, and mute, admire The charms o' lovely Davies.
# The Book of Scottish Song/Louisa's but a lassie

Louisa’s but a lassie.
[Captain Charles Gray, R. M.—Air, "Pinkie House."]
Louisa's but a lassie yet, Her age is no twice nine; She lang has been her mammie's pet— I wish that she were mine! She's licht o' heart, and licht o' foot— She's blythe as blythe can be;
She's dear to a' her friends about, But dearer far to me!
A fairer face I may ha'e seen, And passed it lightly by; Louisa's in her tartan sheen, Has fixed my wandering eye: A thousand beauties there I trace, That ithers canna see;
My blessings on that bonnie face— She's a' the world to me!
Oh, love has wiles at his command! Whene'er we chance to meet,
The slightest pressure o' her hand Mak's my fond bosom beat;
I hear the throbbing o' my heart While nought but her I see;—
When shall I meet, nae mair to part, Louisa, dear, wi' thee?
# The Book of Scottish Song/Love at Thirty-nine

Love at Thirty-nine.
[John Nevay.—Here first printed.]
O, no! I may not love thee now, As when thou wert the witching quean That charm'd my heart, I wot not how, And I could sing my lovely Jean:— I may not now so praise thy een, And say that they the stars outshine; The love we felt at gay eighteen Is not like that of Thirty-nine.
Thy matron lip I may not kiss, As when the cherry ripen'd there; Nor say, that in thy smile is bliss, Thy bosom more than lily fair; Nor play me with thy tressed hair, And round thy brow sweet roses twine; Nor with an angel thee compare, With fading charms at Thirty-nine.
And yet I love thee with a love That cannot fade or pass away; And time alone such love can prove, As orient sunshine proves the day. Sweet wert thou in thy maiden May! And all its balmy blooms were mine; When gently now these flowers decay, Truth makes us friends at Thirty-nine.
# The American Cyclopædia (1879)/Green River

Edition of 1879. See also Green River (Kentucky) and Green River (Colorado River) on Wikipedia; and the disclaimer.
GREEN RIVER. I. A considerable stream which rises in Lincoln co., Ky., flows W. past the Mammoth cave, and, after receiving Big Barren river, bends N. W. and enters the Ohio 9 m. above Evansville in Indiana; length, nearly 300 m. It is 200 yards wide at its mouth, and in the lower part of its course is navigable by steamboats at all seasons, while, by means of dams and locks, small steam vessels can ascend to Greensburg, a distance of 200 m. The upper part of its valley is occupied by cavernous limestone, and the lower abounds in coal. II. One of the constituents (properly the upper continuation) of the Colorado of the West. It rises in the Rocky mountains near Fremont's peak, in the W. part of Wyoming territory, in about lat. 43° 15' N., lon. 109° 45' W., flows S., turns S. E. through the N. E. corner of Utah, entering the N. W. corner of Colorado, then bends S. W. and reënters Utah, and afterward pursues a general S. course to its junction with the Grand. Its entire course is about 500 m. Besides numerous affluents which it receives in Wyoming, the principal tributaries are the Yampah or Bear and the White from the east, and the Uintah, White, Little White, and San Rafael from the west. Green river for the greater part of its course flows through deep and precipitous cañons. It first enters the Uintah mountains in the extreme N. W. corner Colorado, at a point called Flaming Gorge, just below which the walls of the cañon are nearly 1,500 ft. high. The stream is swift, the descent being in places 20 ft. to the mile. Rapids and cataracts, some of them of great height, are frequent. There is generally on the one side or the other a narrow strip of land forming the valley of the river, but for considerable distances the walls rise perpendicularly from the water's edge to the height of 5,000 or 6,000 ft., and at one point of 6,500 ft.
# The American Cyclopædia (1879)/Greer

Edition of 1879. See also Greer County, Oklahoma and Greer County, Texas on Wikipedia; and the disclaimer.
GREER, the N. W. county of Texas, as claimed by the state authorities, lying between the forks of Red river; area, 3,480 sq. m.; still unsettled. There is considerable good land, but little timber. This region is claimed by the United States as being within the limits of the Indian territory.
# The American Cyclopædia (1879)/Groton

Edition of 1879. See also Groton, Connecticut and Groton, Massachusetts on Wikipedia; and the disclaimer.
GROTON. I. A town of Middlesex co., Massachusetts, on Nashua and Squannacook rivers, 30 m. N. W. of Boston and 13 m. W. of Lowell; pop. in 1870, 3,584. Since the census the town of Ayer has been taken from it. Four railroads, viz., the Worcester and Nashua, the Fitchburg, the Stonybrook, and the Peterborough and Shirley, intersect at Ayer Junction (formerly Groton Junction). Groton is the seat of the Lawrence academy, which was incorporated in 1793, and owes a liberal endowment to the munificence of the Lawrence family, who are natives of this place. The academy has a library of 2,500 volumes and an endowment of $80,000. In 1872 the number of instructors was 7, and of pupils 147, of whom 92 were males and 55 females. The town contains several saw and grist mills, manufactories of agricultural implements, paper, and leather, and 10 public schools. II. A town of New London co., Connecticut, on Long Island sound, at the E. side of the mouth of Thames river, and opposite New London; pop. in 1870. 5,124. It is on the Stonington and Providence railroad, the principal village being 12 m. W. of Stonington, and 62 m. by rail S. W. of Providence. There is a good harbor, and the town is interested in the coasting trade, ship building, and the fisheries. A considerable export business is carried on with New York. Mystic and Pequonnock rivers flow through the town to Long Island sound, and supply valuable motive power, which is employed in running cotton mills, &c. There are founderies of brass and iron, manufactories of britannia ware and carriages, two granite quarries, and 11 public schools. The town contains a United States naval station and five post offices, viz.: Groton, Centre Groton, Poquonoc Bridge, Noank, and Mystic River. Groton is the site of Fort Griswold, memorable for the massacre of an American garrison at the time of the destruction of New London and Groton by the British troops under Benedict Arnold, Sept. 6, 1781. The British having captured the fort after a desperate resistance, the American commander, Col. Ledyard, surrendered to the officer of the detachment, and was immediately killed with his own sword, most of his men being also butchered; 85 of the Americans were killed and 60 wounded. A granite monument to commemorate this event was erected in Groton in 1830.
# The American Cyclopædia (1879)/Guess, George

Edition of 1879. See also Sequoyah on Wikipedia; and the disclaimer.
GUESS, George, or Sequoyah, a half-breed Cherokee Indian, inventor of the Cherokee alphabet, born about 1770, died in San Fernando, northern Mexico, in August, 1843. He cultivated a small farm in the Cherokee country of Georgia, and was occupied as a silversmith when in 1826 he invented a syllabic alphabet of the Cherokee language, which consisted of 85 characters, each representing a single sound in the language. This is probably the most perfect alphabet ever devised for any language. For the characters he used, as far as they went, those which he found in an English spelling book, although he knew no language except his own. A newspaper called the “Phoenix” was established, a part of it printed in Cherokee, using the alphabet of Guess. A part of the New Testament was also printed in this character. He was not a Christian, and is said to have regretted his invention when he found it used for this purpose. He accompanied his tribe in their migration beyond the Mississippi, and resided for some time in Brainerd. In 1842 he went with other Indians into Mexico, where he was attacked by a fatal sickness.
# The American Cyclopædia (1879)/Greencastle

Edition of 1879. See also Greencastle, Indiana on Wikipedia; and the disclaimer.
GREENCASTLE, a city and the capital of Putnam co., Indiana, 1 m. E. of Walnut fork of Eel river, at the intersection of the Louisville, New Albany, and Chicago railroad with the St. Louis, Vandalia, Terre Haute, and Indianapolis, and the Indianapolis and St. Louis lines, 10 m. W. by S. of Indianapolis; pop. in 1870, 3,227. It is pleasantly situated on a high table land, and is the commercial centre of a rich farming and extensive stock-raising region. It contains a court house, a jail, a national bank, a large rolling mill and nail factory, seven public schools, including a high school, and several churches, and has two weekly newspapers. Indiana Asbury university (Methodist), situated here, was organized in 1835, and in 1874 had 10 professors and instructors, and 439 students, of whom 245, including 38 females, were of the collegiate grade. The Whitcomb and the college circulating libraries contain 9,000 volumes. There is also in the city a Presbyterian female college, having 5 instructors and 120 students.