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# The Wiccan Rede

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The Wiccan Rede is a saying that sums up the ethics of the neo-Pagan religion Wicca. The most common form of the rede is An it harm none, do what ye will. "Rede" is a word from Middle English meaning "advice" or "counsel". "An" is an archaic contraction of the word "and", meaning "if", as in the Shakespearian "an it please thee". This poem is known as the Long Rede, a series of couplets expressing aspects of Wiccan lore culminating in the original rede. It was published by Gwen Porter in Green Egg (1975) under the title "Rede Of The Wiccae".
Bide the Wiccan Laws ye must In Perfect Love and Perfect Trust. Live an’ let live - Fairly take an’ fairly give. Cast the Circle thrice about To keep all evil spirits out. To bind the spell every time - Let the spell be spake in rhyme. Soft of eye an’ light of touch - Speak little, listen much. Deosil go by the waxing Moon - Sing and dance the Wiccan rune. Widdershins go when the Moon doth wane, An’ the Werewolf howls by the dread Wolfsbane. When the Lady’s Moon is new, Kiss thy hand to Her times two. When the Moon rides at Her peak Then your heart’s desire seek. Heed the Northwind’s mighty gale - Lock the door and drop the sail. When the wind comes from the South, Love will kiss thee on the mouth. When the wind blows from the East, Expect the new and set the feast. When the West wind blows o’er thee, Departed spirits restless be. Nine woods in the Cauldron go - Burn them quick an’ burn them slow. Elder be ye Lady’s tree - Burn it not or cursed ye’ll be. When the Wheel begins to turn - Let the Beltane fires burn. When the Wheel has turned a Yule, Light the Log an’ let Pan rule. Heed ye flower bush an’ tree - By the Lady Blessèd Be. Where the rippling waters go Cast a stone an’ truth ye’ll know. When ye have need, Hearken not to others greed. With the fool no season spend Or be counted as his friend. Merry meet an’ merry part - Bright the cheeks an’ warm the heart. Mind the Threefold Law ye should - Three times bad an’ three times good. When misfortune is enow, Wear the Blue Star on thy brow. True in love ever be Unless thy lover’s false to thee. Eight words ye Wiccan Rede fulfill - An’ it harm none, Do what ye will.
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# The Wicked World

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* "The Wicked World", short story by W. S. Gilbert (1871)
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# The Yellow Book/Volume 2/For the Backs of Playing Cards

For the Backs of Playing Cards
By Aymer Vallance
# The Yellow Book/Volume 2/Epigram

EPIGRAM
TO A LADY RECOVERED FROM A DANGEROUS SICKNESS
Life plucks thee back as by the golden hair— Life, who had feigned to let thee go but now. Wealthy is Death already, and can spare
 Ev'n such a prey as thou.
WILLIAM WATSON
# The Yellow Book/Volume 2/A Study

A Study
By Bernhard Sickert
# The Yellow Book/Volume 2/A Reminiscence of "The Transgressor"

A Reminiscence of
"The Transgressor"
By Francis Forster
# The Yellow Book/Volume 2/An Idyll

An Idyll
By W. Brown Mac Dougal
# The Works of Lord Byron (ed. Coleridge, Prothero)/Poetry/Volume 1/To Emma

TO EMMA.
1.
Since now the hour is come at last, When you must quit your anxious lover; Since now, our dream of bliss is past, One pang, my girl, and all is over.
2.
Alas! that pang will be severe, Which bids us part to meet no more Which tears me far from one so dear, Departing for a distant shore.
3.
Well! we have pass'd some happy hours, And joy will mingle with our tears; When thinking on these ancient towers, The shelter of our infant years;
4.
Where from this Gothic casement's height, We view'd the lake, the park, the dell, And still, though tears obstruct our sight, We lingering look a last farewell,
5.
O'er fields through which we us'd to run, And spend the hours in childish play; O'er shades where, when our race was done, Reposing on my breast you lay;
6.
Whilst I, admiring, too remiss, Forgot to scare the hovering flies, Yet envied every fly the kiss, It dar'd to give your slumbering eyes:
7.
See still the little painted bark, In which I row'd you o'er the lake; See there, high waving o'er the park, The elm I clamber'd for your sake.
8.
These times are past, our joys are gone, You leave me, leave this happy vale; These scenes, I must retrace alone; Without thee, what will they avail?
9.
Who can conceive, who has not prov'd, The anguish of a last embrace? When, torn from all you fondly lov'd, You bid a long adieu to peace.
10.
This is the deepest of our woes, For this these tears our cheeks bedew; This is of love the final close, Oh, God! the fondest, last adieu!
1805.
# The Works of Lord Byron (ed. Coleridge, Prothero)/Poetry/Volume 1/To George, Earl Delawarr

TO GEORGE, EARL DELAWARR.
1.
Oh! yes, I will own we were dear to each other; The friendships of childhood, though fleeting, are true; The love which you felt was the love of a brother, Nor less the affection I cherish'd for you.
2.
But Friendship can vary her gentle dominion; The attachment of years, in a moment expires: Like Love, too, she moves on a swift-waving pinion, But glows not, like Love, with unquenchable fires.
3.
Full oft have we wander'd through Ida together, And blest were the scenes of our youth, I allow: In the spring of our life, how serene is the weather! But Winter's rude tempests are gathering now.
4.
No more with Affection shall Memory blending, The wonted delights of our childhood retrace: When Pride steels the bosom, the heart is unbending, And what would be Justice appears a disgrace.
5.
However, dear George, for I still must esteem you— The few, whom I love, I can never upbraid; The chance, which has lost, may in future redeem you, Repentance will cancel the vow you have made.
6.
I will not complain, and though chill'd is affection, With me no corroding resentment shall live: My bosom is calm'd by the simple reflection, That both may be wrong, and that both should forgive.
7.
You knew, that my soul, that my heart, my existence, If danger demanded, were wholly your own; You knew me unalter'd, by years or by distance, Devoted to love and to friendship alone.
8.
You knew,—but away with the vain retrospection! The bond of affection no longer endures; Too late you may droop o'er the fond recollection, And sigh for the friend, who was formerly yours.
9.
For the present, we part,—I will hope not for ever; For time and regret will restore you at last: To forget our dissension we both should endeavour, I ask no atonement, but days like the past.
* ↑ To ——.—[Hours of Idleness. Poems O. and Translated.]
* ↑ However, dear S ——.—[Hours of Idleness. Poems O. and Translated.]
* ↑ [See Byron's Letter to Lord Clare of February 6, 1807, referred to in note 2, p. 100.]
# The Works of Lord Byron (ed. Coleridge, Prothero)/Poetry/Volume 1/To Harriet

TO HARRIET.
1.
Harriet! to see such Circumspection, In Ladies I have no objection Concerning what they read; ​An ancient Maid's a sage adviser, Like her you will be much the wiser, In word, as well as Deed.
2.
But Harriet, I don't wish to flatter, And really think 't would make the matter More perfect if not quite, If other Ladies when they preach, Would certain Damsels also teach More cautiously to write.
* ↑ [From an autograph MS. at Newstead, now for the first time printed.]
* ↑ [See the poem "To Marion," and note, p. 129. It would seem that J. T. Becher addressed some flattering lines to Byron with reference to a poem concerning Harriet Maltby, possibly the lines "To Marion." The following note was attached by Miss Pigot to these stanzas, which must have been written on another occasion:—"I saw Lord B. was flattered by John Becher's lines, as he read Apollo, etc., with a peculiar smile and emphasis; so out of fun, to vex him a little, I said, 'Apollo! He should have said Apollyon.' 'Elizabeth! for Heaven's sake don't say so again! I don't mind you telling me so; but if any one else got hold of the word, I should never hear the end of it.' So I laughed at him, and dropt it, for he was red with agitation."]
# The Works of Lord Byron (ed. Coleridge, Prothero)/Poetry/Volume 1/To M. S. G. (1)

TO M. S. G.
1.
Whene'er I view those lips of thine, Their hue invites my fervent kiss; Yet, I forego that bliss divine, Alas! it were—unhallow'd bliss.
2.
Whene'er I dream of that pure breast, How could I dwell upon its snows! Yet, is the daring wish represt, For that,—would banish its repose.
3.
A glance from thy soul-searching eye Can raise with hope, depress with fear; Yet, I conceal my love,—and why? I would not force a painful tear.
4.
I ne'er have told my love, yet thou Hast seen my ardent flame too well; And shall I plead my passion now, To make thy bosom's heaven a hell?
5.
No! for thou never canst be mine, United by the priest's decree: By any ties but those divine, Mine, my belov'd, thou ne'er shalt be.
6.
Then let the secret fire consume, Let it consume, thou shalt not know: With joy I court a certain doom, Rather than spread its guilty glow.
7.
I will not ease my tortur'd heart, By driving dove-ey'd peace from thine; Rather than such a sting impart, Each thought presumptuous I resign.
8.
Yes! yield those lips, for which I'd brave More than I here shall dare to tell; Thy innocence and mine to save,— I bid thee now a last farewell.
9.
Yes! yield that breast, to seek despair And hope no more thy soft embrace; Which to obtain, my soul would dare, All, all reproach, but thy disgrace.
10.
At least from guilt shalt thou be free, No matron shall thy shame reprove; Though cureless pangs may prey on me, No martyr shalt thou be to love.
# The Works of Lord Byron (ed. Coleridge, Prothero)/Poetry/Volume 1/To M. S. G. (2)

TO M. S. G.
1.
When I dream that you love me, you'll surely forgive; Extend not your anger to sleep; For in visions alone your affection can live,— I rise, and it leaves me to weep.
2.
Then, Morpheus! envelop my faculties fast, Shed o'er me your languor benign; Should the dream of to-night but resemble the last, What rapture celestial is mine!
3.
They tell us that slumber, the sister of death, Mortality's emblem is given; To fate how I long to resign my frail breath, If this be a foretaste of Heaven!
4.
Ah! frown not, sweet Lady, unbend your soft brow, Nor deem me too happy in this; If I sin in my dream, I atone for it now, Thus doom'd, but to gaze upon bliss.
5.
Though in visions, sweet Lady, perhaps you may smile, Oh! think not my penance deficient! When dreams of your presence my slumbers beguile, To awake, will be torture sufficient.
# The Works of Lord Byron (ed. Coleridge, Prothero)/Poetry/Volume 1/To Lesbia!

TO LESBIA!
1.
Lesbia! since far from you I've rang'd, Our souls with fond affection glow not; You say, 'tis I, not you, have chang'd, I'd tell you why,—but yet I know not.
2.
Your polish'd brow no cares have crost; And Lesbia! we are not much older, Since, trembling, first my heart I lost, Or told my love, with hope grown bolder.
3.
Sixteen was then our utmost age, Two years have lingering pass'd away, love! And now new thoughts our minds engage, At least, I feel disposed to stray, love!
4.
'Tis I that am alone to blame, I that am guilty of love's treason; Since your sweet breast is still the same, Caprice must be my only reason.
5.
I do not, love! suspect your truth, With jealous doubt my bosom heaves not; Warm was the passion of my youth, One trace of dark deceit it leaves not.
6.
No, no, my flame was not pretended; For, oh! I lov'd you most sincerely; And though our dream at last is ended My bosom still esteems you dearly.
7.
No more we meet in yonder bowers; Absence has made me prone to roving; But older, firmer hearts than ours Have found monotony in loving.
8.
Your cheek's soft bloom is unimpair'd, New beauties, still, are daily bright'ning, Your eye, for conquest beams prepar'd, The forge of love's resistless lightning.
9.
Arm'd thus, to make their bosoms bleed, Many will throng, to sigh like me, love! More constant they may prove, indeed; Fonder, alas! they ne'er can be, love!
[1806.]
* ↑ To Julia.—[4to]
* ↑ ["The lady's name was Julia Leacroft" (Note by Miss E. Pigot). The word "Julia" (?) is added, in a lady's hand, in the annotated copy of P. on V. Occasions, p. 52 (British Museum).]
* ↑ Julia since.—[4to]
* ↑ And Julia.—[4to]
* ↑ Perhaps my soul's too pure for roving.—[4to]
* ↑ Your eye for conquest comes prepar'd.—[4to]
# The Works of Lord Byron (ed. Coleridge, Prothero)/Poetry/Volume 1/To Marion

TO MARION.
Marion! why that pensive brow? What disgust to life hast thou? Change that discontented air; Frowns become not one so fair. 'Tis not Love disturbs thy rest, Love's a stranger to thy breast: He, in dimpling smiles, appears, Or mourns in sweetly timid tears; Or bends the languid eyelid down, But shuns the cold forbidding frown. Then resume thy former fire, Some will love and all admire! While that icy aspect chills us, Nought but cool Indiff'rence thrills us. Would'st thou wand'ring hearts beguile, Smile, at least, or seem to smile; ​Eyes like thine were never meant To hide their orbs in dark restraint; Spite of all thou fain wouldst say, Still in truant beams they play. Thy lips—but here my modest Muse Her impulse chaste must needs refuse: She blushes, curt'sies, frowns,—in short She Dreads lest the Subject should transport me; And flying off, in search of Reason, Brings Prudence back in proper season. All I shall, therefore, say (whate'er I think, is neither here nor there,) Is, that such lips, of looks endearing, Were form'd for better things than sneering. Of soothing compliments divested, Advice at least's disinterested; Such is my artless song to thee, From all the flow of Flatt'ry free; Counsel like mine is as a brother's, My heart is given to some others; That is to say, unskill'd to cozen, It shares itself among a dozen.
Marion, adieu! oh, pr'ythee slight not This warning, though it may delight not; And, lest my precepts be displeasing, ​To those who think remonstrance teazing, At once I'll tell thee our opinion, Concerning Woman's soft Dominion; Howe'er we gaze, with admiration, On eyes of blue or lips carnation; Howe'er the flowing locks attract us, Howe'er those beauties may distract us; Still fickle, we are prone to rove, These cannot fix our souls to love; It is not too severe a stricture, To say they form a pretty picture; But would'st thou see the secret chain, Which binds us in your humble train, To hail you Queens of all Creation, Know, in a word, 'tis Animation.
Byron, January 10, 1807.
* ↑ [The MS. of this Poem is preserved at Newstead. "This was to Harriet Maltby, afterwards Mrs. Nichols, written upon her meeting Byron, and, "being cold, silent, and reserved to him, by the advice of a Lady with whom she was staying; quite foreign to her usual manner, which was gay, lively, and full of flirtation."—Note by Miss E. Pigot. (See p. 130, var. ii.)]
* ↑ Harriet.—[MS. Newstead.]
* ↑ All I shall therefore say of these, (Thy pardon if my words displease).—[MS. Newstead.]
* ↑ And lest my precepts be found fault, by Those who approved the frown of M——lt-by.—[MS, Newstead.]
# The Works of Lord Byron (ed. Coleridge, Prothero)/Poetry/Volume 1/To Eliza

TO ELIZA.
1.
Eliza! what fools are the Mussulman sect, Who, to woman, deny the soul's future existence; Could they see thee, Eliza! they'd own their defect, And this doctrine would meet with a general resistance.
2.
Had their Prophet possess'd half an atom of sense, He ne'er would have woman from Paradise driven; Instead of his Houris, a flimsy pretence, With woman alone he had peopled his Heaven.
3.
Yet, still, to increase your calamities more, Not content with depriving your bodies of spirit, He allots one poor husband to share amongst four!— With souls you'd dispense; but, this last, who could bear it?
4.
His religion to please neither party is made; On husbands 'tis hard, to the wives most uncivil; Still I can't contradict, what so oft has been said, "Though women are angels, yet wedlock's the devil."
5.
This terrible truth, even Scripture has told, Ye Benedicks! hear me, and listen with rapture; If a glimpse of redemption you wish to behold, Of St. Matt.—read the second and twentieth chapter.
6.
'Tis surely enough upon earth to be vex'd, With wives who eternal confusion are spreading; "But in Heaven" (so runs the Evangelists' Text) "We neither have giving in marriage, or wedding."
7.
From this we suppose, (as indeed well we may,) That should Saints after death, with their spouses put up more, And wives, as in life, aim at absolute sway, All Heaven would ring with the conjugal uproar.
8.
Distraction and Discord would follow in course, Nor Matthew, nor Mark, nor St. Paul, can deny it, ​The only expedient is general divorce, To prevent universal disturbance and riot.
9.
But though husband and wife, shall at length be disjoin'd, Yet woman and man ne'er were meant to dissever, Our chains once dissolv'd, and our hearts unconfin'd, We'll love without bonds, but we'll love you for ever.
10.
Though souls are denied you by fools and by rakes, Should you own it yourselves, I would even then doubt you, Your nature so much of celestial partakes, The Garden of Eden would wither without you.
Southwell, October 9, 1806.
* ↑ To Miss E. P.—[4to] To Miss ——.—[P. on V. Occasions.]
* ↑ [The letters "E. B. P." are added, in a lady's hand, in the annotated copy of P. on V. Occasions, p. 26 (British Museum). The initials stand for Miss Elizabeth Pigot.]
* ↑ Did they know but yourself they would bend with respect, And this doctrine must meet ——.—[MS. Newstead.]
* ↑ But an atom of sense.—[4to]
* ↑ But instead of his Houris.—[4to]
* ↑ But still to increase.—[4to]
* ↑ He allots but one husband.—[4to]
* ↑ But I can't —— —[4to]
* ↑ [Stanzas 5-10, which appear in the Quarto, were never reprinted.]
# The Works of Lord Byron (ed. Coleridge, Prothero)/Poetry/Volume 1/To E——

TO E——
Let Folly smile, to view the names Of thee and me, in Friendship twin'd; Yet Virtue will have greater claims To love, than rank with vice combin'd.
And though unequal is thy fate, Since title deck'd my higher birth; Yet envy not this gaudy state, Thine is the pride of modest worth.
Our souls at least congenial meet, Nor can thy lot my rank disgrace; Our intercourse is not less sweet, Since worth of rank supplies the place.
November, 1802.
# The World's Famous Orations/Volume 3/To His Army Before Quebec

WOLFE
TO HIS ARMY BEFORE QUEBEC
(1759)
Born in 1727, died in 1759; served against the Scottish insurgents in 1745–1746; made a Brigadier in 1758; commanded a division at Louisburg in 1758; made a Major-General in 1759; commanded the expedition to Quebec in the same year, and died on the Plains of Abraham in the hour of victory.
I congratulate you, my brave countrymen and fellow soldiers, on the spirit and success with which you have executed this important part of our enterprise. The formidable Heights of Abraham are now surmounted; and the city of Quebec, the object of all our toils, now stands in full view before us. A perfidious enemy, who have dared to exasperate you by their cruelties, but not to oppose you on equal ground, are now constrained to face you on the open plain, without ramparts or intrenchments to shelter them.
You know too well the forces which compose their army to dread their superior numbers. A few regular troops from old France, weakened by hunger and sickness, who, when fresh, were unable to withstand the British soldiers, are their ​general's chief dependence. Those numerous companies of Canadians, insolent, mutinous, unsteady, and ill-disciplined, have exercised his utmost skill to keep them together to this time; and, as soon as their irregular ardor is damped by one firm fire, they will instantly turn their backs, and give you no further trouble but in the pursuit. As for those savage tribes of Indians, whose horrid yells in the forest have struck many a bold heart with affright, terrible as they are with a tomahawk and scalping-knife to a flying and prostrate foe, you have experienced how little their ferocity is to be dreaded by resolute men upon fair and open ground: you can now only consider them as the just objects of a severe revenge for the unhappy fate of many slaughtered countrymen.
This day puts it into your power to terminate the fatigues of a siege which has so long employed your courage and patience. Possessed with a full confidence of the certain success which British valor must gain over such enemies, I have led you up these steep and dangerous rocks, only solicitous to show you the foe within your reach. The impossibility of a retreat makes no difference in the situation of men resolved to conquer or die; and, believe me, my friends, if your conquest could be bought with the blood of your general, he would most cheerfully resign a life which he has long devoted to his country.
# The World's Famous Orations/Volume 6

The World's Famous Orations
VOL. VI
IRELAND
1775–1902
Copyright 1906. by
FUNK & WAGNALLS COMPANY
[Printed in the United States of America]
Published December, 1906
CONTENTS :
| Vol. VI— Ireland (1775—1902) ||
| | Page |
| Burke—I On Conciliation with America (1775) | 3 |
| II Principles in Politics (1780) | 40 |
| III At the Trial of Warren Hastings (1788) | 50 |
| Grattan—I A Plea for Irish Legislative Independence (1780) | 59 |
| II Invective Against Corry (1800) | 71 |
| Sheridan—At the Trial of Warren Hastings (1788) | 77 |
| Curran—I In Behalf of Rowan and Free Speech (1794) | 99 |
| II At the Prosecution of Johnson for Libel (1805) | 127 |
| Wolf Tone—On Being Found Guilty (1798) | 132 |
| Emmet—On Being Found Guilty of Treason (1803) | 137 |
| Charles Phillips—I An Address to Catholics | 149 |
| II The Character of Napoleon (About 1817) | 157 |
| Lord Plunket—On Catholic Relief (1821) | 162 |
| Sheil—I On the Irish as "Aliens" (1837) | 173 |
| II On the Disabilities of the Jews (1848) | 177 ​ |
| Isaac Butt— At the Bar of the House of Lords (1840) | 188 |
| O'Connell—In Favor of the Repeal of the Union (1843) | 195 |
| Meagher—On Abhorring the Sword (1846) | 209 |
| A. M. Sullivan—On the Zulu War (1879) | 217 |
| Parnell—I On the Forged Letter Printed in the London Times (1887) | 224 |
| II On the Home Rule Bill (1888) | 230 |
| Michael Davitt—On the Irish Land League (1889) | 244 |
| John Dillon—On the Death of Gladstone (1898) | 253 |
| John E. Redmond—Ireland and the Coronation (1902) | 256 |