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

HENRI
TO-NIGHT I drifted to the restaurant We scribblers fancy, finding it unchanged Save that I saw no more my dapper friend, The waiter Henri. When I asked for him, "Gone to the War," another waiter said. . . .
"Gone to the War!" That man, so mild a part Of peace and its traditions! Debonair, Childlike, alert, and none too strong, we'd thought. He who had served so deftly, and, secure, Had walked the beaten path and sheltered ways— He now was with the cannon and the kings! Gentle he was, and ever with a smile. Ah! wears he still a smile? For now his soul Has taken iron, and stood forth austere, Made suddenly acquainted with despair, And pain, and horror, and the timeless things. I called him once, and he unhurried came; ​And now he hurries at Another's beck— Ancient, enormous, immemorial War— And, past the trampled valley of the Meuse, Finds a red service in the day's vast hall Of thunders and in night's domain of death Attends, unless he too be of the dead. And I sit here beneath the harmless lights!
O simple soul War's hands laid hold upon And led to devastations, and the shock Of legions, and the rumble of huge guns, And crash and lightning of the rended shells, Above a region veined and pooled with blood! You now have part with all intrepid youth That took, in ages past, the battle-line, And in a mighty Cause had faith and love. You are the hero now, and I the sheep! And quietly beneath the pleasant lamps I sit, and wonder how you fare to-night. It's midnight now in France. Perhaps you find Uneasy slumber; or perhaps, entrenched, You wait the night attack across the rain. Perhaps, my friend, they've made your bed with spades! And I sit moody here, remembering, As careless men and women rise and go, I never asked you if you had a wife.
George Sterling
# A treasury of war poetry, British and American poems of the world war, 1914-1919/Guns of Verdun

GUNS OF VERDUN
[Reprinted by permission of the Proprietors of Punch.]
GUNS of Verdun point to Metz From the plated parapets; Guns of Metz grin back again O'er the fields of fair Lorraine.
Guns of Metz are long and grey, Growling through a summer day; Guns of Verdun, grey and long, Boom an echo of their song.
Guns of Metz to Verdun roar, "Sisters, you shall foot the score"; Guns of Verdun say to Metz, "Fear not, for we pay our debts."
Guns of Metz they grumble, "When?" Guns of Verdun answer then, "Sisters, when to guard Lorraine Gunners lay you East again!"
Patrick R. Chalmers
# A treasury of war poetry, British and American poems of the world war, 1914-1919/Gods of War

GODS OF WAR
FATE wafts us from the pygmies' shore: We swim beneath the epic skies: A Rome and Carthage war once more, And wider empires are the prize; Where the beaked galleys clashed, lo, these Our iron dragons of the seas!
High o'er the cloudy battle sweep The wingèd chariots in their flight. The steely creatures of the deep Cleave the dark waters' ancient night. Below, above, in wave, in air New worlds for conquest everywhere.
More terrible than spear or sword Those stars that burst with fiery breath: More loud the battle cries are poured Along a hundred leagues of death. So do they fight. How have ye warred, Defeated Armies of the Lord?
​This is the Dark Immortal's hour; His victory, whoever fail; His prophets have not lost their power; Cæsar and Attila prevail. These are your legions still, proud ghosts, These myriad embattled hosts.
How wanes Thine empire, Prince of Peace! With the fleet circling of the suns The ancient gods their power increase. Lo, how Thine own anointed ones Do pour upon the warring bands The devil's blessings from their hands.
Who dreamed a dream 'mid outcasts born Could overbrow the pride of kings? They pour on Christ the ancient scorn. His Dove its gold and silver wings Has spread. Perhaps it nests in flame In outcasts who abjure His name.
Choose ye your rightful gods, nor pay Lip reverence that the heart denies, O Nations! Is not Zeus to-day, The thunderer from the epic skies, More than the Prince of Peace? Is Thor Not nobler for a world at war?
They fit the dreams of power we hold, Those gods whose names are with us still. Men in their image made of old The high companions of their will. Who seek an airy empire's pride, Would they pray to the Crucified?
O outcast Christ, it was too soon For flags of battle to be furled While life was yet at the hot noon. Come in the twilight of the world: Its kings may greet Thee without scorn And crown Thee then without a thorn.
A. E.
# A treasury of war poetry, British and American poems of the world war, 1914-1919/God's Hills

GOD'S HILLS
IN our hill-country of the North, The rainy skies are soft and grey, And rank on rank the clouds go forth, And rain in orderly array Treads the mysterious flanks of hills That stood before our race began, And still shall stand when Sorrow spills Her last tear on the dust of man.
There shall the mists in beauty break And clinging tendrils finely drawn, A rose and silver glory make About the silent feet of dawn; ​Till Gable clears his iron sides And Bowfell's wrinkled front appears, And Scawfell's clustered might derides The menace of the marching years.
The tall men of that noble land Who share such high companionship, Are scorners of the feeble hand, Contemners of the faltering lip. When all the ancient truths depart, In every strait that men confess, Stands in the stubborn Cumbrian heart The spirit of that steadfastness.
In quiet valleys of the hills The humble grey stone crosses lie, And all day long the curlew shrills And all day long the wind goes by. But on some stifling alien plain The flesh of Cumbrian men is thrust In shallow pits, and cries in vain To mingle with its kindred dust.
Yet those make death a little thing Who know the settled works of God, Winds that heard Latin watchwords ring From ramparts where the Roman trod. Stars that beheld the last King's crown Flash in the steel-grey mountain tarn, And ghylls that cut the live rock down Before Kings ruled in Ispahan.
And when the sun at even dips And Sabbath bells are sad and sweet, When some wan Cumbrian mother's lips Pray for the son they shall not greet, As falls that sudden dew of grace Which makes for her the riddle plain, The South wind blows to our own place, And we shall see the hills again.
("Edward Melbourne") William Noel Hodgson
# A treasury of war poetry, British and American poems of the world war, 1914-1919/Grey Knitting

GREY KNITTING
SOMETHING sings gently through the din of battle, Something spreads very softly rim on rim, And every soldier hears, at times, a murmur Tender, incessant,—dim.
​A tiny click of little wooden needles, Elfin amid the gianthood of war; Whispers of women, tireless and patient, Who weave the web afar.
Whispers of women—tireless and patient, "This is our heart's love," it would seem to say, "Wrought with the ancient tools of our vocation, Weave we the web of love from day to day."
And so each soldier, laughing, fighting,—dying Under the alien skies, in his great hour, May listen, in death's prescience all-enfolding, And hear a fairy sound bloom like a flower—
I like to think that soldiers, gaily dying For the white Christ on fields with shame sown deep, May hear the tender song of women's needles, As they fall fast asleep.
Katherine Hale
# A treasury of war poetry, British and American poems of the world war, 1914-1919/Harvest Moon

HARVEST MOON
OVER the twilight field, Over the glimmering field And bleeding furrows, with their sodden yield Of sheaves that still did writhe, After the scythe; The teeming field, and darkly overstrewn With all the garnered fullness of that noon— Two looked upon each other. One was a Woman, men had called their mother: And one the Harvest Moon.
​And one the Harvest Moon Who stood, who gazed On those unquiet gleanings, where they bled; Till the lone Woman said:
"But we were crazed . . . We should laugh now together, I and you; We two. You, for your ever dreaming it was worth A star's while to look on, and light the earth; And I, for ever telling to my mind Glory it was and gladness, to give birth To human kind. I gave the breath,—and thought it not amiss, I gave the breath to men, For men to slay again; Lording it over anguish, all to give My life, that men might live, For this.
"You will be laughing now, remembering We called you once Dead World, and barren thing. Yes, so we called you then, You, far more wise Than to give life to men."
Over the field that there Gave back the skies A scattered upward store From sightless eyes, The furrowed field that lay Striving awhile, through many a bleeding dune Of throbbing clay,—but dumb and quiet soon, She looked; and went her way, The Harvest Moon.
Josephine Preston Peabody
# A treasury of war poetry, British and American poems of the world war, 1914-1919/Harvest Moon, 1916

HARVEST MOON: 1916
MOON, slow rising, over the trembling sea-rim, Moon of the lifted tides and their folded burden Look, look down. And gather the blinded oceans, Moon of compassion.
Come, white Silence, over the one sea pathway: Pour with hallowing hands on the surge and outcry, Silver flame; and over the famished blackness, Petals of moonlight.
Once again, the formless void of a world-wreck Gropes its way through the echoing dark of chaos; Tide on tide, to the calling, lost horizons,— One in the darkness.
You that veil the light of the all-beholding, Shed white tidings down to the dooms of longing, Down to the timeless dark; and the sunken treasures, One in the darkness.
Touch, and hearken,—under that shrouding silver, Rise and fall, the heart of the sea and its legions, All and one; one with the breath of the deathless, Rising and falling.
Touch and waken so, to a far hereafter, Ebb and flow, the deep, and the dead in their longing: Till at last, on the hungering face of the waters, There shall be Light.
Light of Light, give us to see, for their sake. Light of Light, grant them eternal peace; And let light perpetual shine upon them; Light, everlasting.
Josephine Preston Peabody
# A treasury of war poetry, British and American poems of the world war, 1914-1919/Going to the Front

GOING TO THE FRONT
I HAD no heart to march for war When trees were bare and fell the snow; To go to-day is easier far When pink and white the orchards blow, While cuckoo calls and from the lilac bush Carols at peace the well-contented thrush.
​For now the gorse is all in flower, The chestnut tapers light the morn, Gold gleam the oaks, the sun has power To robe the glittering plain with corn; I hear from all the land of hope a voice That bids me forward bravely and rejoice.
So merry are the lambs at play, So cheerfully the cattle feed, With such security the May Has built green walls round every mead, O'er happy roofs such grey old church-towers peep, Who would not fight these dear, dear homes to keep?
For hawthorn wreath, for bluebell glade, For miles of buttercup that shine, For song of birds in sun and shade That fortify this soul of mine, For all May joy beneath an English sky, How sweet to live—how glad and good to die!
Hardwicke Drummond Rawnsley
# Advice to the Indian Aristocracy

​ The Indian Aristocracy
THE MAHARAJAH OF BOBBILI, K.O.l.E,
​ADVICE
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The Indian Aristocracy
BY
Maharajah -Saheb Meharban - i - Dostan,
Maharajah Sri Rao Sir Venkata Swetachalapati
Ranga-Rao Bahadur, K.C.I. E.,
MAHARAJAH OF BOBBILl.
MADRA.S: PRINTED BY ADDISON & Co.
1905.
DEDICATED
BY PERMISSION
TO
His Excellency the Right Hon'ble
ARTHUR OLIVER VILLIERS, BARON AMPTHILL,
G.C.S.I., G.C.I.E.,
Governor of Madras.
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# Advice to the Indian Aristocracy/Chapter 1

THE PRESENCE OF GOD.
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Before I give you any advice, I must first say something about the Almighty Creator and Preserver of all things, and in
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I shall, therefore, say only a few words, such as youths like you may understand about the Creator. Atheists say that there is no God and that every thing is formed according to natural laws. But if so, there must be a Supreme Designer and Controller of these laws, for no one can suppose that laws can originate and control themselves. There must therefore be some Supreme Being. ​Of created things some are inert and apparently useless, till creatures endowed with intelligence turn them to account. The difference between these inert and intelligent creatures is that the former consist of matter only, while the latter in addition to matter or material are endowed with Spirit. Hence we say the whole Creation consists of Spirit and Matter.
A house is built of stones, bricks, lime, wood and iron. It cannot build itself of those materials, but it must be built by man. In the same way, if you think of the wonderful order and system in the Universe, you will certainly come to the conclusion that there must be some Supreme Being to guide the Universe. You may trace a design in every part of the wonderful order and system of the Universe, in the growth and the decay of animals and plants, in the motions of the planets, in the arrangement of the stars, in the changes of ​the seasons, etc. In the present day the ingenuity of man has harnessed some of the forces of Nature, such as gas, steam, and electricity, and has compelled them to perform Herculean labours for the benefit of mankind, though these forces are apt to be destructive when unrestrained. Though man has acquired such large power, yet there are many things that man cannot do; nor can man know what may happen to-morrow. Therefore there must be some Being whose power is infinitely higher than that of man.
'He is the First Cause of the Universe.' 'He is the Creator.' 'He is eternal.' 'He is beyond all creatures.' But He is invisible to mortal eyes; yet invisibility does not prove non-existence. For instance, though none of you have had the fortune of seeing personally our late Queen Empress, Victoria the Great, yet you have not the least doubt about her existence in ​the past. In the same way, as you grow older and older, and as you study, learn, and observe, day by day, you cannot but believe in the existence of God. You may call Him 'Narayana,' 'Parameswara,' or 'God,' or ' Alla.' Daily if you think of Him, and pray to Him, He will certainly help you as a friend in your right and just undertakings, watch over you as a guardian, and give you at the end what we call 'Moksham,' which means freedom (of the soul from the body) or Eternal rest.
# Act of September 24, 1789

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one of two different statutes which were enacted on September 24, 1789:
* Chapter XIX. An Act for allowing a Compensation to the President and Vice President of the United States
* Chapter XX. An Act to establish the Judicial Courts of the United States ("Judiciary Act of 1789")
# Act of Sovereignty delivered to Captain W. B. Orne by Colonel David Jewett, Falkland Islands, 1820

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Published in the Salem Gazette, 8th June, 1821. Delivered by Capt. W.B. Orne, Ship General Knox, of Salem. Taken from British and Foreign State Papers, Volume 20 (1836). By Great Britain, Foreign Office.
"National Frigate, Heroina, Port Soledad, 9th Nov., 1820.
"SIR, I have the honor to inform you of my arrival at this Port, to take possession of these Islands, in the name of the Supreme Government of The United Provinces of South America.
"This ceremony was publicly performed on the 6th day of this present November, and the National Standard hoisted at the Fort, under a Salute from this Frigate, in the presence of several Citizens of The United States, and Subjects of Great Britain.
"I am, &c.
       "D. JEWETT
       "Colonel of the Marine of the United Provinces of South America,
       Commander of the Frigate Heroina.
# Act of September 29, 1789

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May refer to one of seven different statutes which were enacted on September 29, 1789, the last day of the 1st session of the 1st United States Congress.
* "An Act to regulate Processes in the Courts of the United States" in United States Statutes at Large, Volume 1 (1845)
* "An Act to explain and amend an Act, intituled “An Act for registering and clearing Vessels, regulating the Coasting Trade, and for other purposes.”" in United States Statutes at Large, Volume 1 (1845)
* "An Act making Appropriations for the Service of the present year" in United States Statutes at Large, Volume 1 (1845)
* "An Act providing for the payment of the Invalid Pensioners of the United States" in United States Statutes at Large, Volume 1 (1845)
* "An Act to recognize and adopt to the Constitution of the United States the establishment of the Troops raised under the Resolves of the United States in Congress assembled, and for other purposes therein mentioned" in United States Statutes at Large, Volume 1 (1845)
* "An Act to allow the Baron de Glaubeck the pay of a Captain in the Army of the United States" in United States Statutes at Large, Volume 1 (1845)
* "An Act to alter the time for the next Meeting of Congress" in United States Statutes at Large, Volume 1 (1845)
# Act of Supremacy 1534

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Source: Parker, John W.. (1845). The Statutes Relating to the Ecclesiastical and Eleemosynary Institutions of England, Wales, Ireland, India, and the Colonies; with the Decisions Thereon. Vol. 1. London: John W. Parker, West Strand.
The King's Grace to be authorized Supreme Head.
Albeit the king's majesty justly and rightfully is and ought to be the supreme head of the church of England, and so is recognised by the clergy of this realm in their convocations, yet nevertheless, for corroboration and confirmation thereof, and for increase of virtue in Christ's religion within this realm of England, and to repress and extirp all errors, heresies, and other enormities and abuses heretofore used in the same: be it enacted by authority of this present parliament, that the king our sovereign lord, his heirs and successors, kings of this realm, shall be taken, accepted, and reputed the only supreme head in earth of the church of England, called Anglicana Ecclesia; and shall have and enjoy, annexed and united to the imperial crown of this realm, as well the title and stile thereof, as all honours, dignities, pre-eminences, jurisdictions, privileges, authorities, immunities, profits, and commodities to the said dignity of supreme head of the same church belonging and appertaining; and that our said sovereign lord, his heirs and successors, kings of this realm, shall have full power and authority from time to time to visit, repress, redress, reform, order, correct, restrain, and amend all such errors, heresies, abuses, offences, contempts, and enormities, whatsoever they be, which by any manner spiritual authority or jurisdiction ought or may lawfully be reformed, repressed, ordered, redressed, corrected, restrained, or amended, most to the pleasure of Almighty God, the increase of virtue in Christ's religion, and for the conservation of the peace, unity, and tranquility of this realm; any usage, custom, foreign laws, foreign authority, prescription, or any other thing or things to the contrary hereof notwithstanding.
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# A Treatise on Painting/Chapter 269

Chap. CCLXIX.—The apparent Variation of Colours, occasioned by the Contraste of the Ground upon which they are placed.
No colour appears uniform and equal in all its parts unless it terminate on a ground of the same colour. This is very apparent when a black terminates on a white ground, where the contraste of colour ​gives more strength and richness to the extremities than to the middle.
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# A Treatise on Painting/Chapter 271

Chap. CCLXXI.—How to assort Colours in such a Manner as that they may add Beauty to each other.
If you mean that the proximity of one colour should give beauty to another that terminates near it, observe the rays of the sun in the composition of the rainbow, the colours of which are generated by the falling rain, when each drop in its descent takes every colour of that bow, as is demonstrated in its place.
​If you mean to represent great darkness, it must be done by contrasting it with great light; on the contrary, if you want to produce great brightness, you must oppose to it a very dark shade: so a pale yellow will cause red to appear more beautiful than if opposed to a purple colour.
There is another rule, by observing which, though you do not increase the natural beauty of the colours, yet by bringing them together they may give additional grace to each other, as green placed near red, while the effect would be quite the reverse, if placed near blue.
Harmony and grace are also produced by a judicious arrangement of colours, such as blue with pale yellow or white, and the like; as will be noticed in its place.
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# A Treatise on Painting/Chapter 273

Chap. CCLXXIII.—Of the Colour of Reflexes.
All reflected colours are less brilliant and strong, than those which receive a direct light, in the same proportion as there is between the light of a body and the cause of that light.
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# A Treatise on Painting/Chapter 266

Chap. CCLXVI.—How to detach Figures from the Ground.
All solid bodies will appear to have a greater relief, and to come more out of the canvass, on a ground of an undetermined colour, with the greatest variety of lights and shades against the confines of such bodies (as will be demonstrated in its place), ​provided a proper diminution of lights in the white tints, and of darkness in the shades, be judiciously observed.
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# A Treatise on Painting/Chapter 267

Chap. CCLXVII.—Of Uniformity and Variety of Colours upon plain Surfaces.
The back-grounds of any flat surfaces which are uniform in colour and quantity of light, will never appear separated from each other; vice versâ, they will appear separated if they are of different colours or lights.
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# A Treatise on Painting/Chapter 272

Chap. CCLXXII.—Of detaching the Figures.
Let the colours of which the draperies of your figures are composed, be such as to form a pleasing variety, to distinguish one from the other; and although, for the sake of harmony, they should be of the same nature, they must not stick together, ​but vary in point of light, according to the distance and interposition of the air between them. By the same rule, the outlines are to be more precise, or lost, in proportion to their distance or proximity.
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# A Treatise on Painting/Chapter 27

Chap. XXVII.—Mode of Studying.
Study the science first, and then follow the practice which results from that science. Pursue method in your study, and do not quit one part till it be perfectly engraven in the memory; and observe what difference there is between the members of animals and their joints.
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