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# The Satires, Epistles & Art of Poetry of Horace/Ep1-19

XIX. To Mæcenas.
Prisco si credis.
F truth there be in old Cratinus' song, No verse, you know, Mæcenas, can live long Writ by a water-drinker. Since the day When Bacchus took us poets into pay With fauns and satyrs, the celestial Nine Have smelt each morning of last evening's wine. The praises heaped by Homer on the bowl At once convict him as a thirsty soul: And father Ennius ne'er could be provoked To sing of battles till his lips were soaked. "Let temperate folk write verses in the hall Where bonds change hands, abstainers not at all;" So ran my edict: now the clan drinks hard, And vinous breath distinguishes a bard. What if a man appeared with gown cut short,
Bare feet, grim visage, after Cato's sort? Would you respect him, hail him from henceforth The heir of Cato's mind, of Cato's worth? The wretched Moor, who matched himself in wit With keen Timagenes, in sunder split. Faults are soon copied: should my colour fail, Our bards drink cummin, hoping to look pale. Mean, miserable apes! the coil you make Oft gives my heart, and oft my sides, an ache. Erect and free I walk the virgin sod, Too proud to tread the paths by others trod. The man who trusts himself, and dares step out, Soon sets the fashion to the inferior rout. 'Tis I who first to Italy have shown Iambics, quarried from the Parian stone; Following Archilochus in rhythm and stave, But not the words that dug Lycambes' grave. Yet think not that I merit scantier bays, Because in form I reproduce his lays: Strong Sappho now and then adopts a tone From that same lyre, to qualify her own; So does Alcæus, though in all beside, Style, order, thought, the difference is wide; 'Gainst no false fair he turns his angry Muse, Nor for her guilty father twists the noose. Aye, and Alcæus' name, before unheard, My Latian harp has made a household word. Well may the bard feel proud, whose pen supplies Unhackneyed strains to gentle hands and eyes. Ask you what makes the uncourteous reader laud
My works at home, but run them down abroad? I stoop not, I, to catch the rabble's votes By cheap refreshments or by cast-off coats, Nor haunt the benches where your pedants swarm, Prepared by turns to listen and perform. That's what this whimpering means. Suppose I say "Your theatres have ne'er been in my way, Nor I in theirs: large audiences require Some heavier metal than my thin-drawn wire:" "You put me off," he answers, "with a sneer: Your works are kept for Jove's imperial ear: Yes, you're a paragon of bards, you think, And no one else brews nectar fit to drink." What can I do? 'tis an unequal match; For if my nose can sniff, his nails can scratch: I say the place won't suit me, and cry shame; "E'en fencers get a break 'twixt game and game." Games oft have ugly issue: they beget Unhealthy competition, fume and fret: And fume and fret engender in their turn Battles that bleed, and enmities that burn.
# The Satires, Epistles & Art of Poetry of Horace/Ep1-20

XX. To his Book.
Vertumnum Janumque.
O street and market-place I see you look With wistful longing, my adventurous book, That on the stalls for sale you may be seen, Rubbed by the binder's pumice smooth and clean. You chafe at look and key, and court the view Of all the world, disdainful of the few. Was this your breeding? go where you would go; When once sent out, you won't come back, you know. "What mischief have I done?" I hear you whine, When some one hurts those feelings, now so fine; For hurt you're sure to be; when people pall Of reading you, they'll crush and fold you small. If my prophetic soul be not at fault From indignation at your rude revolt, Your doom, methinks, is easy to foretell: While you've your gloss on, Rome will like you well: Then, when you're thumbed and soiled by vulgar hands, You'll feed the moths, or go to distant lands. Ah, then you'll mind your monitor too late, While he looks on and chuckles at your fate,
Like him who, pestered by his donkey's vice, Got off and pushed it down the precipice; For who would lose his temper and his breath To keep a brute alive that's bent on death? Yet one thing more: your fate may be to teach In some suburban school the parts of speech, And, maundering over grammar day by day, Lisp, prattle, drawl, grow childish, and decay. Well, when in summer afternoons you see Men fain to listen, tell them about me: Tell them that, born a freedman's son, possessed Of slender means, I soared beyond my nest, That so whate'er's deducted for my birth May count as assets on the score of worth; Say that I pleased the greatest of my day: Then draw my picture;—prematurely grey, Of little person, fond of sunny ease, Lightly provoked, but easy to appease. Last, if my age they ask you, let them know That I was forty-four not long ago, In the December of last year, the same That goes by Lepidus' and Lollius' name.
# The Satires, Epistles & Art of Poetry of Horace/Ep1-3

III. To Julius Florus.
Juli flore.
LORUS, I wish to learn, but don't know how, Where Claudius and his troops are quartered now. Say, is it Thrace and Hæmus' winter snows, Or the famed strait 'twixt tower and tower that flows, Or Asia's rich exuberance of plain And upland slope, that holds you in its chain? Inform me too (for that, you will not doubt, Concerns me), what the ingenious staff's about: Who writes of Cæsar's triumphs, and portrays The tale of peace and war for future days? How thrives friend Titius, who will soon become A household word in the saloons of Rome; Who dares to drink of Pindar's well, and looks With scorn on our cheap tanks and vulgar brooks? Wastes he a thought on Horace? does he suit The strains of Thebes or Latium's virgin lute, By favour of the Muse, or grandly rage And roll big thunder on the tragic stage? What is my Celsus doing? oft, in truth, I've warned him, and he needs it yet, good youth, To trust himself, nor touch the classic stores That Palatine Apollo keeps indoors,
Lest when some day the feathered tribe resumes (You know the tale) the appropriated plumes, Folks laugh to see him act the jackdaw's part, Denuded of the dress that looked so smart. And you, what aims are yours? what thymy ground Allures the bee to hover round and round? Not small your wit, nor rugged and unkempt; 'Twill answer bravely to a bold attempt: Whether you train for pleading, or essay To practise law, or frame some graceful lay, The ivy-wreath awaits you. Could you bear To leave quack nostrums, that but palliate care, Then might you lean on heavenly wisdom's hand And use her guidance to a loftier land. Be this our task, whate'er our station, who To country and to self would fain be true. This too concerns me: does Munatius hold In Florus' heart the place he held of old, Or is that ugly breach in your good will We hoped had closed unhealed and gaping still? Well, be it youth or ignorance of life That sets your hot ungoverned bloods at strife, Where'er you bide, 'twere shame to break the ties Which made you once sworn brethren and allies: So, when your safe return shall come to pass, I've got a votive heifer out at grass.
# The Satires, Epistles & Art of Poetry of Horace/Ep1-4

IV. To Albius Tibullus.
Albi, nostrorum.
LBIUS, kind critic of my satires, say, What do you down at Pedum far away? Are you composing what will dim the shine Of Cassius' works, so delicately fine, Or sauntering, calm and healthful, through the wood, Bent on such thoughts as suit the wise and good? No brainless trunk is yours: a form to please, Wealth, wit to use it, Heaven vouchsafes you these. What could fond nurse wish more for her sweet pet Than friends, good looks, and health without a let, A shrewd clear head, a tongue to speak his mind, A seemly household, and a purse well-lined? Let hopes and sorrows, fears and angers be, And think each day that dawns the last you'll see; For so the hour that greets you unforeseen Will bring with it enjoyment twice as keen. Ask you of me? you'll laugh to find me grown A hog of Epicurus, full twelve stone,
# The Satires, Epistles & Art of Poetry of Horace/Ep1-5

V. To Torquatus.
Si potes Archiacis.
F you can lie, Torquatus, when you take Your meal, upon a couch of Archias' make, And sup off potherbs, gathered as they come, You'll join me, please, by sunset at my home. My wine, not far from Sinuessa grown, Is but six years in bottle, I must own: If you've a better vintage, send it here, Or take your cue from him who finds the cheer. My hearth is swept, my household looks its best, And all my furniture expects a guest.
Forego your dreams of riches and applause, Forget e'en Moschus' memorable cause; To-morrow's Cæsar's birthday, which we keep By taking, to begin with, extra sleep; So, if with pleasant converse we prolong This summer night, we scarcely shall do wrong. Why should the Gods have put me at my ease, If I mayn't use my fortune as I please? The man who stints and pinches for his heir Is next-door neighbour to a fool, I'll swear. Here, give me flowers to strew, my goblet fill, And let men call me mad-cap if they will. O, drink is mighty! secrets it unlocks, Turns hope to fact, sets cowards on to box,
Takes burdens from the careworn, finds out parts In stupid folks, and teaches unknown arts. What tongue hangs fire when quickened by the bowl? What wretch so poor but wine expands his soul? Meanwhile, I'm bound in duty, nothing both, To see that nought in coverlet or cloth May give you cause to sniff, that dish and cup May serve you as a mirror while you sup; To have my guests well-sorted, and take care That none is present who'll tell tales elsewhere. You'll find friend Butra and Septicius here, Ditto Sabinus, failing better cheer: And each might bring a friend or two as well, But then, you know, close packing's apt to smell. Come, name your number, and elude the guard Your client keeps by slipping through the yard.
# The Star-Ledger/1984/Owen Burke

Owen J. Burke (1915-1984) in the The Star-Ledger on May 5, 1984
Owen Burke. Owen J. Burke, 69, of Colonia died yesterday in the East Orange Veterans Hospital. A Mass will be offered at 10 a.m. Monday in the St. John Vianney Church, Colonia, following the funeral from the Leon J. Gerity Funeral Home, Woodbridge. Mr. Burke was a dispatcher employed by the Halls Motor Transit Co. of East Brunswick for 27 years before retiring six years ago. He was a member of the Teamsters Union, Local 641, Jersey City. Mr. Burke served in the Army during World War II and was a member of the American Legion Post 388 of Jersey City. Born in Jersey City, he lived in Union before moving to Colonia five years ago. Surviving are two brothers, William and John, and a sister Mrs. May V. Norton.
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# The Star-Spangled Banner

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National anthem of the United States, by a Congressional resolution on March 3, 1931. It uses the words of the poem Defence of Fort McHenry by Francis Scott Key, and is sung to the tune, attributed to John Stafford Smith, of the popular English drinking song "To Anacreon in Heaven."
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O! say can you see by the dawn's early light Francis Scott Key Fred Waring Defence of Fort M'Henry broadside.jpg Star-spangled banner.ogg
* "Defence of Fort McHenry", broadside, 1814 (lyrics only).
* "The Star-Spangled Banner" in The Riverside song book (1893)
* "The Star Spangled Banner" in Suggestive programs for special day exercises, 1898 (lyrics only)
* "Star Spangled Banner" in School Song Knapsack, 1899 (lyrics only)
* "The Star-Spangled Banner" in Poems That Every Child Should Know, 1904 (lyrics only)
* "The Star-Spangled Banner" in The Canadian Soldiers' Song Book, 1916 (lyrics only)
* "The Star-Spangled Banner" in Southern Life in Southern Literature, 1917 (lyrics only).
* "O Say Can You See" in The Army and Navy Hymnal, 1920.
* "Star-Spangled Banner" in Songs of Long Ago
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# The Star (Blackwood)

The Merry-Go-Round, Vol IV No 2 Dec1926
Is it awf’ly far,
That little star,
Or just a candle
I could handle
And blow out puff
When I’d had enough?
If I were tall,
Upon my toes
Just where it goes
Along the wall,
Couldn’t I pick it
Like a ball at cricket
Out of the sky?
I mean to try.
It can’t be far
That twinkly star,
It’ll blow out⁠—Puff!
When I’ve had enough!
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# The Star (Taylor)

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"The Star", popularly known as "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star", was first published in Jane and Ann Taylor's Rhymes for the Nursery (1806). It is sung to the tune of the French melody "Ah! vous dirai-je, maman", which was published in 1761. It has a Roud Folk Song Index number of 7666 and has many adaptations around the world.
* "The Star" in Rhymes for the Nursery (ed.) by Jane and Ann Taylor (1806).
* "Twinkle, Twinkle" in A Book of Nursery Songs and Rhymes (ed.) by Sabine Baring-Gould (1985).
* "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star" in Poems That Every Child Should Know (ed.) by Mary E. Burt (1904).
* "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star" in The Child's Own Music Book
# The Standard Union/1903/Ira Lowe Is Held On Bigamy Charge

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Ira Lowe (1868-1907) and Adelheid Oppenheimer (1848-1907) in the The Standard Union on October 11, 1903.
Ira Lowe Is Held On Bigamy Charge. Cortland, New York; October 10, 1903. Ira Lowe, the tailor arrested yesterday on a charge of bigamy, the warrant being sworn out by Adelaide Lowe, of 171 East 109th street, New York City, who claims to have been married to Lowe on August 30, 1894 was held in $500 bail today. Lowe has lived in Cortland five years and has two children by his wife here.
# The Three Bells

* "The Three Bells" in The Complete Poetical Works of John Greenleaf Whittier (1895)
* "The "Three Bells" of Glasgow" in Poems That Every Child Should Know (1904)
# The Three Billy-Goats Gruff

De tre bukkene Bruse som skulde til seters og gjøre sig fete
* "De tre bukkene Bruse som skulde til seters og gjøre sig fete" in Eventyr, 1928.
* "The Three Billy-Goats Gruff", G. W. Dasent (transl.) Popular Tales from the Norse. 1912.
* "The Three Billy Goats Gruff" G. W. Dasent (transl.); Kay Nielsen (illustr.) East of the sun and west of the moon; old tales from the North. 1922.
* "The Three Billy Goats who went up into the Hills to get Fat" in Christmas Fireside Stories: Norwegian Folk & Fairy Tales, 1923.
# The Three Brothers

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* The Three Brothers, a fairy tale from Grimm's Household Tales translated by Margaret Hunt
* The Three Brothers, a poem by Letitia Elizabeth Landon
# The Three Citrons

Slovak folk tale retold by Ján Francisci
English-language translations of Tri citroni include:
* "The Three Lemons" in The Folk-Lore Journal, vol. 6, translated by Albert Henry Wratislaw (1888)
* "The Three Citrons" in Segnius Irritant: or Eight Primitive Folk-lore Stories, translated by Walter William Strickland (1896)
* "The Three Citrons" in Czechoslovak fairy tales, translated by Parker Hoysted Fillmore (c1919)
# The Three Black Crows

* "The Three Black Crows" in The Reciter (1840s)
* "The Three Black Crows" in the annotations to Gesta Romanorum, vol. II (1871)
# The Three Children of Fortune (Grimm/Taylor and Jardine)

* "The Three Children of Fortune" in German Popular Stories (1823) (transcription project)
* "The Three Children of Fortune" in Grimm's Goblins (1876)
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# The Steadfast Tin Soldier

English-language translations of Den standhaftige Tinsoldat include:
* "The Resolute Leaden Soldier" in Little Ellie and Other Tales (1850), translated by unknown translator
* "The Brave Tin Soldier" in Hans Andersen's Fairy Tales (1888), translated by Mrs. Henry H. B. Paull
* "The Steadfast Tin-soldier" in The Yellow Fairy Book (1894), edited by Andrew Lang, illustrated by H. J. Ford
* "The Constant Tin Soldier" in The Fairy Tales of Hans Christian Andersen (1899), translated by Mary Howitt, illustrated by Helen Stratton
* "The Gallant Tin Soldier" in Fairy Tales and Stories (1900), translated by H. L. Brækstad, illustrated by H. Tegner
* "The Hardy Tin Soldier" in Fairy Tales and Other Stories (1914), translated by W. A. Craigie and J. K. Craigie
# The Steam-Boat Thomas Jefferson Johnson

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United States Supreme Court
23 U.S. 428
The Steam-Boat Thomas Jefferson Johnson
APPEAL from the Circuit Court of Kentucky. March 18th.
Mr. Justice STORY delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# The Story of Manon Lescaut and of the Chevalier des Grieux

This translation is based on the revised French edition of 1753.
The
Story of Manon Lescaut
and of the
Chevalier des Grieux
translated from the French of
L'Abbé Prévost
by
Arthur W. Gundry
From the Edition of 1753
New York
Belford Company
Publishers
Copyright, 1886.
Frederick T. Jones
* Author's Preface
* Part First
* Part Second
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# The Story of Mankind/Chapter 7

MESOPOTAMIA
MESOPOTAMIA—THE SECOND CENTRE OF EASTERN CIVILISATION
I am going to take you to the top of the highest pyramid and I am going to ask that you imagine yourself possessed of the eyes of a hawk. Way, way off, in the distance, far beyond the yellow sands of the desert, you will see something green and shimmering. It is a valley situated between two rivers. It is the Paradise of the Old Testament. It is the land of mystery and wonder which the Greeks called Mesopotamia—the "country between the rivers."
The names of the two rivers are the Euphrates (which the Babylonians called the Purattu) and the Tigris (which was known as the Diklat). They begin their course amidst the snows of the mountains of Armenia where Noah's Ark found a resting place and slowly they flow through the southern plain until they reach the muddy banks of the Persian gulf. They perform a very useful service. They turn the arid regions of western Asia into a fertile garden.
MESOPOTAMIA, THE MELTING POT OF THE ANCIENT WORLD
​mountaineers and the desert-nomads led to endless warfare. Only the strongest and the bravest could hope to survive and that will explain why Mesopotamia became the home of a very strong race of men who were capable of creating a civilisation which was in every respect as important as that of Egypt.
# The Village

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* The Village (1783), a poem by George Crabbe
* The Village: A Journal for Village Life (1907)
* The Village, 1914, a poem by Henry Smalley Sarson, in 'Soldier Poets, Songs of the Fighting Men' (1916)
* The Village, 1915, a poem by Henry Smalley Sarson, in 'Soldier Poets, Songs of the Fighting Men' (1916)
# The Victory (Southey)

* "The Victory", in Poems (1799), by Robert Southey
* "The Victory", in The Sentimental Reciter (1856)
* "The Victory", an unsourced version
# The Vigil of Arms

* Chivalric Sketches No. 1. The Vigil of Arms, in The New Monthly Magazine Volume 16, 1826.
* The Vigil of Arms, Songs of the Affections, with Other Poems (Miscellaneous Poems), 1830.
# The Times/1935/Public notice/William George Dimock Fletcher

Source: Deaths The Times, Monday, Dec 09, 1935; Issue 47242; pg. 1
Layout 2FLETCHER — On Dec. 6, 1935, at Shrewsbury Infirmary, after an accident, William George Dimock Fletcher, M.A., F.S.A., Vicar of Oxon, Shrewsbury.
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# The Times/1936

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# The Times/1936/News/John Alexander Fuller Maitland

Source: The Times, Tuesday, Jun 16, 1936; Issue 47402; pg. 19; col D — Bequests and Wills
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Wills and Bequests Gifts to Cambridge
Mr. John Alexander Fuller-Maitland, F.S.A., Hon. D.Litt., of Borwich Hall, Carnforth, Music Critic of The Times 1889-1914, who died on March 30, aged 79, left estate of the gross value of £38,677, with net personalty £34,194. He left:— To the Fitzwilliam Museum, Cambridge, the crayon drawing of "La Pia," by D. G. Rossetti, and a watercolour drawing of the Bass Rock by Cotman; to St. John's College, Cambridge, the copy of "Vitae Patrum," printed by Caxton and Wynkyn de Worde; £500 to augment the income of the curate in charge of St. Mary Borwick, Warton; and £100 to the R.S.P.C.A.
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