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# The Book of the Thousand Nights and One Night/The Imam Abou Yousuf with Haroun er Reshid and Zubeideh

First-level story, told by Shehrzad
THE IMAM ABOU YOUSUF WITH HAROUN ER RESHID AND ZUBEIDEH.
The Khalif Haroun er Reshid went up one noon-tide to his couch, to lie down, and mounting, found thereon fresh semen; whereat he was startled and sore perturbed and troubled. So he called the princess Zubeideh and said to her, ‘What is that spilt on the bed?’ She looked at it and replied, ‘O Commander of the Faithful, it is semen.’ ‘Tell me truly what this means,’ said he; ‘or I will lay violent hands on thee forthright.’ ‘O Commander of the Faithful,’ answered she, ‘indeed, I know not how it came there and I am guiltless of that whereof thou suspectest me.’ So he sent for the Imam Abou Yousuf and told him the case. The Imam raised his eyes to the roof and seeing a crack therein, said to the Khalif, ‘O Commander of the Faithful, the bat hath semen like that of a man, and this is bats’ semen.’ Then he called for a lance and thrust it into the crack, whereupon down fell the bat. Night ccclxxxix.In this manner the Khalif’s suspicions were dispelled and Zubeideh’s innocence was made manifest; whereat she gave vent to her joy and promised Abou Yousuf a liberal reward.
Now there were with her magnificent fruits, out of their season, and she knew of others in the garden; so she said to Abou Yousuf, ‘O Imam of the Faith, which wouldst thou rather of the two kinds of fruits, those that are here or those that are not here?’ ‘Our code forbids us to pronounce judgment on the absent,’ answered he. ‘When they are present, we will give judgment.’ So she caused bring the two kinds of fruits before him, and he ate of both. Quoth she, ‘What is the difference between them?’ And he answered, ‘As often as I think to praise one kind, the other puts in its claim.’ The Khalif laughed at his ​answer and made him a present. Zubeideh also gave him what she had promised him, and he went away, rejoicing. See, then, the blessed qualities of this Imam and how at his hands were made manifest the truth and the innocence of the lady Zubeideh.
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# The Book of the Thousand Nights and One Night/The Justice of Providence

First-level story, told by Shehrzad
THE JUSTICE OF PROVIDENCE.
A certain prophet once worshipped on a high mountain, at whose foot was a spring of running water, and he was wont to sit by day on the mountain-top, where none could see him, calling upon the name of God the Most High and watching those who came to the spring. One day, as he sat looking on the spring, there came up a horseman, who dismounted thereby and taking a bag from his neck, laid it down beside him, after which he drank of the water and rested awhile, then mounted and rode away, leaving the bag behind him. Presently up came another man, to drink of the spring, who saw the bag and finding it full of gold, took it up and made off with it in safety, after he had drunken. A little after, came a woodcutter, with a heavy ​faggot on his back, and sat down by the spring to drink, when, behold, back came the horseman, in great concern, and said to him, ‘Where is the bag [with the thousand dinars] that was here?’ ‘I know nothing of it,’ replied the woodcutter, whereupon the other drew his sword and smote him and killed him. Then he searched his clothes, but found nothing; so he left him and went away.
When the prophet saw this, he said, ‘O Lord, this man hath been slain unjustly, for another had the thousand dinars.’ But God answered him, saying, ‘Busy thyself with thy service, for the ordering of the affairs of the universe is none of thine affair. Know that the horseman’s father had despoiled the second man’s father of a thousand dinars; so I gave the son possession of his father’s money. As for the woodcutter, he had slain the horseman’s father, wherefore I enabled the son to avenge himself.’ Then said the prophet, ‘Verily, there is none other god than Thou! Glory to Thee! Night cccclxxix.Thou [alone] knowest the hidden things.’ Moreover, one of the poets hath made the following verses on the matter:
The prophet saw what to the eyes of men was evident And fell a-questioning of that which mortal sight outwent. When what they apprehended not his eyes beheld, “O Lord, What is this thing?” quoth he. “Yon man that’s slain was innocent. One, without travail or fatigue, to riches did attain, Although in poor and needy guise himself he did present; And, O Creator of mankind, this other one was slain, For all he had committed nought that called for punishment.” “Know,” answered God, “his father’s good it was thou sawst him take; It came to him by heritage, by right of free descent. The woodcutter the horseman’s sire had slain; so, when his son The occasion found, he took his wreak of him, incontinent. Put off this thought from thee, for We have, in created things, A secret that of human sight transcendeth the extent. Submit thee to Our laws and bow unto Our might, for know, Our ordinance for profit works and eke for detriment.”
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# The Book of the Thousand Nights and One Night/The Khalif Haroun er Reshid and the Princess Zubeideh in the Bath

First-level story, told by Shehrzad
THE KHALIF HAROUN ER RESHID AND THE PRINCESS ZUBEIDEH IN THE BATH.
The Khalif Haroun er Reshid loved the Princess Zubeideh with an exceeding love and laid out for her a pleasaunce, in which he made a great pool and led thither water from all sides. Moreover, he set thereabout a screen of trees, which so grew and interlaced over the pool, that one could go in and wash, without being seen of any, for the thickness of the leafage. It chanced, one day, that Zubeideh entered the garden and coming to the basin,  gazed upon its goodliness, and the limpidity of the water and the interlacing of the trees over it pleased her. Now it was a day of exceeding heat; so she put off her clothes and entering the pool, which was not deep enough to ​cover her, fell to pouring the water over herself from an ewer of silver.
The Khalif heard she was in the pool; so he left his palace and came down to spy upon her, through the screen of the leaves. He stood behind the trees and saw her naked, with all her secret charms displayed. Presently, she became aware of him and turning, saw him behind the trees and was ashamed that he should see her naked. So she laid her hands on her kaze, but it escaped from between them, by reason of its much greatness and plumpness; and the Khalif turned and went away, wondering and reciting the following verse:
I looked on her whom I adore And longing rose in me full sore.
But he knew not what to say next; so he sent for Abou Nuwas and bade him make a piece of verse commencing with the above line. ‘I hear and obey,’ replied the poet and in a twinkling extemporized the following lines:
I looked on her whom I adore, And longing rose in me full sore For a gazelle that ravished me, By double lote-trees shaded o’er. The water on her dainty part With silver ewer did she pour And would have hidden it, seeing me, But all too small her hands therefor. Would I were on it, wel-a-way, An hour or liefer two or more!
The Khalif smiled and made him a handsome present, and he went away rejoicing.
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# The Book of the Homeless/La Mort des Jeunes Gens de la Divine Hellade

LA MORT DES JEUNES GENS DE LA DIVINE HELLADE
FRAGMENT
Antigone criant et marchant au supplice
N'avait pas de la mort leur sublime respect;
Ce n'était pas pour eux une funeste paix,
C'était un ordre auquel il faut qu'on obéisse.
Ils ne subissaient pas l'offense qu'il fît beau
Que le soleil mûrît les grappes de glycine;
Ils étaient souriant en face du tombeau,
Les rossignols élus que la rose assassine.
Ils ne regrettaient pas les tendres soirs futurs,
Les conversations sur les places d'Athènes,
Où, le col altéré de poussière et d'azur,
Pallas, comme un pigeon, pleure au bord des fontaines.
Ils ne regrettaient pas les gradins découverts
Où le public trépigne, insiste.
Pour regarder, avant qu'ils montent sur la piste,
Les cochers bleus riant avec les cochers verts.
Ils ne regrettaient pas ce loisir disparate
D'une ville qui semble un sordide palais.
Où l'on se réunit pour entendre Socrate
Et pour jouer aux osselets.
Ils étaient éblouis de tumulte et de risque,
Mais, si la fourbe mort les désignait soudain, ​Ils laissaient sans gémir sur l'herbe du jardin
Les livres et le disque.
Ce n'était pas pour eux l'insupportable affront,
Ils se couchaient sans choc, sans lutte, sans tapage,
Comme on voit, ayant bien remué sous le front,
Un vers définitif s'étendre sur la page.
Ils étaient résignés, vêtus, rigides, prêts
Pour cette expérience étrange.
Comme Hyacinthe en fleur indolemment se change
Et comme Cyparis se transforme en cyprès.
Ils ne regrettaient rien de vivre en lonie.
D'être libres, d'avoir des mères et des sœurs,
Et de sentir ce lourd sommeil envahisseur
Après une courte insomnie.
Ils rentraient au séjour qui n'a plus de saison.
Où notre faible orgueil se refuse à descendre,
Sachant que l'urne étroite où gît un peu de cendre
Sera tout le jardin et toute la maison.
Jadis j'ai vu mourir des frères de mon âge.
J'ai vu monter en eux l'indicible torpeur.
Ils avaient tous si mal! Ils avaient tous si peur!
Ils se prenaient la tête avec des mains en nage.
Ils ne pouvaient pas croire, ayant si soif, si faim,
Un tel désir de tout avec un cœur si jeune,
A ce désert sans source, à cet immense jeûne,
A ce terme confus qui n 'a jamais de fin.
​Ils n'attendaient plus rien de la tendresse humaine
Et cherchaient à chasser d'un effort douloureux
L'Ange noir qui se couche à plat ventre sur eux
Et qui les considère avant qu'il les emmène.
Jean Cocteau
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# The Book of the Homeless/Letter from General Joffre

LETTER FROM GENERAL JOFFRE
[ TRANSLATION ]
| Headquarters of the Commander-in-chief of the Armies of the French Republic | August 18th, 1915 |
The United States of America have never forgotten that the first page of the history of their independence was partly written in French blood.
Inexhaustibly generous and profoundly sympathetic, these same United States now bring aid and solace to France in the hour of her struggle for liberty.
J. Joffre
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# The Book of the Homeless/L'Exilé

L'EXILÉ
"O deuil de ne pouvoir emporter sur la mer
Dans l'écume salée et dans le vent amer,
L'épi de son labeur et le fruit de sa treille,
Ni la rose que l'aurore fait plus vermeille
Ni rien de tout de ce qui, selon chaque saison.
Pare divinement le seuil de la maison!
Mais, puisque mon foyer n'est plus qu'un peu de cendre,
Et que, dans mon jardin, je ne dois plus entendre
Sur les arbres chanter les oiseaux du printemps;
Que nul ne reviendra de tous ceux que j'attends,
S'abriter sous le toit où nichaient les colombes,
Adieu donc, doux pays où nous avions nos tombes,
Où nous devions, à l'heure où se ferment les yeux,
Nous endormir auprès du sommeil des aïeux!
Nous partons. Ne nous pleurez pas, tendres fontaines.
Terre que nous quittons pour des terres lointaines,
O toi que le brutal talon du conquérant
A foulée et qu'au loin, de sa lueur de sang,
Empourpre la bataille et rougit l'incendie!
Qu'un barbare vainqueur nous chasse et qu'il châtie
En nous le saint amour que nous avons pour toi.
C'est bien. La force pour un jour, prime le droit,
Mais l'exil qu'on subit pour ta cause. Justice,
Laisse au destin vengeur le temps qu'il s'accomplisse.
Nous reviendrons. Et soit que nous passions la mer
Parmi l'embrun cinglant et dans le vent amer,
Soit que le sort cruel rudement nous disperse,
Troupeau errant, sous la rafale ou sous l'averse,
Ne nous plains pas, cher hôte, en nous tendant la main.
Car n'est-il pas pour toi un étranger divin
Celui qui, le front haut et les yeux pleins de flamme,
A quitté sa maison pour fuir un joug infâme
Et dont le fier genou n'a pas voulu ployer
Et qui, pauvre, exilé, sans pain et sans foyer,
Sent monter, de son cœur à sa face pâlie.
Ce même sang sacré que saigne la Patrie.
de l' Académie Française
# The Book of the Homeless/Landscape

CLAUDE MONET
LANDSCAPE
FROM AN EARLY COLOURED PASTEL
# The Book of the Homeless/Le Précieux Sang

LE PRÉCIEUX SANG
—Seigneur, qui pour un verre d'eau nous avez promis la mer illimitée, Qui sait si vous n'avez pas soif aussi? Et que ce sang qui est tout ce que nous avons soit propre à vous désaltérer, C'est vrai, puisque vous l'avez dit! Si vraiment il y a une source en nous, eh bien, c'est ce que nous allons voir! Si ce vin a quelque vertu Et si notre sang est rouge, comme vous le dites, comment le savoir Autrement que quand il est répandu? Si notre sang est vraiment précieux, comme vous le dites, si vraiment il est comme de l'or, S'il sert, pourquoi le garder? Et sans savoir ce qu'on peut acheter avec, pourquoi le réserver comme un trésor, Mon Dieu, quand vous nous le demandez? Nos péchés sont grands, nous le savons, et qu'il faut absolument faire pénitence, Mais il est difficile pour un homme de pleurer. Voici notre sang au lieu de larmes que nous avons répandu pour la France: Faites-en ce que vous voudrez. Prenez-le, nous vous le donnons, tirez-en vous-même usage et bénéfice, Nous ne vous faisons point de demande
​Mais si vous avez besoin de notre amour autant que nous avons besoin de votre justice, Alors c'est que votre soif est grande!
P. Claudel
Juillet 1915
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# The Book of the Homeless/Lettre du Général Joffre

LETTRE DU GÉNÉRAL JOFFRE
| Armées de l’Est | République Française |
| Le Commandant en Chef ||
| Au Grand Quartier Général, le 18 Août, 1915 ||
Les Etats-Unis d’Amérique n’ont pas oublié que la première page de l’Histoire de leur indépendance a été écrite avec un peu de sang français.
Par leur inépuisable générosité et leur grande sympathie, ils apportent aujourd’hui à la France, qui combat pour sa liberté, l’aide la plus précieuse et le plus puissant réconfort.
J. Joffre
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# The Book of the Homeless/La légende de Saint Christophe (Acte I, Sc. III)

MUSICAL SCORE
VINCENT D'INDY
LA LÉGENDE DE SAINT CHRISTOPHE
PAGE OF SCORE OF UNPUBLISHED OPERA [ ACTE I, SCÈNE III ]
La partition est éditée par Rouart, Lerolle & Cie., Paris
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# The Book of the Homeless/Le Printemps de 1915

LE PRINTEMPS DE 1915
Tu me disais de ta voix douce, Tu me disais en insistant: —Y a-t-il encor un Printemps Et les feuilles repoussent-elles?
La guerre accapare le ciel Les eaux, les monts, les bois, la terre: Où sont les fleurs couleur de miel Pour les abeilles volontaires?
Où sont les pousses des roncerois Et les boutons des anémones? Où sont les flûtes dans les bois Des oiseaux sombres aux becs jaunes?
—Hélas! plus n'est de floraison Que celle des feux dans l'espace: Bouquet de rage et de menace S'éparpillant sur l'horizon.
Plus n'est, hélas! de splendeur rouge Que celle, hélas! des boulets fous Éclaboussant de larges coups Clochers, hameaux, fermes et bouges.
C'est le printemps de ce temps-ci: Le vent répand de plaine en plaine. ​Là-bas, ces feuillaisons de haine; C'est la terreur de ce temps-ci.
Saint-Cloud, le 31 Juillet 1915
# The Battle of the Birds

Scottish fairy tale
* "The Battle of the Birds", in Joseph Campbell's Popular Tales of the West Highlands (1860).
* "The Battle of the Birds", in Joseph Jacobs' Celtic Fairy Tales (1892).
* "The Battle of the Birds" by John Francis Campbell, edited by Arthur Rackham, illustrated by Arthur Rackham, in The Allies′ Fairy Book (1916)
# The Battle of Sheriff-Muir (MacLennan)

* "Sheriff-Muir", in Two Favourite Songs (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Glasgow
* "The Battle of Sheriff-Muir", in The Book of Scottish Song (1843), edited by Alexander Whitelaw
# The Battle of the Books

* "The Battle of the Books" in The Battle of the Books; with selections from the literature of the Phalaris controversy. Guthkelch, A (editor). Chatto and Windus. London, 1908.
* "The Battle of the Books" in The Battle of the Books and Other Short Pieces. Morley, G (editor). Cassell and Company. London, Paris and Melbourne. 1891
* "The Battle of the Books" in The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift 2: 207–246.
Originally published under the full title as:
Contemporary prefatory material included:
* The bookseller to the reader.
* The preface of the author. Satire is a sort of glass ...
# The Battle of the Books; with selections from the literature of the Phalaris controversy

​THE KING'S CLASSICS UNDER THE GENERAL EDITORSHIP OF
PROFESSOR I. GOLLANCZ, LITT.D.
​THE BATTLE OF THE BOOKS
All rights reserved
​THE BATTLE OF THE BOOKS, BY JONATHAN SWIFT; WITH SELECTIONS FROM THE LITERATURE OF THE PHALARIS CONTROVERSY. EDITED BY A. GUTHKELCH, M.A.
CHATTO AND WINDUS, PUBLISHERS
LONDON, 1908
'SAY NOT THOU, WHAT IS THE CAUSE THAT THE FORMER DAYS WERE BETTER THAN THESE? FOR THOU DOST NOT INQUIRE WISELY CONCERNING THIS.'—Eccles. vii. 10.
TO
JOHN WESLEY HALES
IN GRATITUDE AND AFFECTION.
CONTENTS
# The Battle of the Books; with selections from the literature of the Phalaris controversy/Letter of Dr Edm. Gibson

EDM. GIBSON'S LETTER. MS. Ballard. 5. fol. 84. (Bodleian Library.)
[First page of a letter from Dr. Edm. Gibson (afterwards Bishop of London) to Dr. Charlett. Endorsed 'Dr Gibson 1694/5. . . ']
Honor'd Sir,
Of late I have had a lazy sort of indisposition upon me, which has made me less punctual in writing than I us'd to be. It still sticks by me, and there is some fear it may end in an Ague. The frosty weather put us a fortnight back in our business; but in three or four days we shall be able to work through it. I know not how to have access to my Lord, but either by Mr Martin or Dr Wall; nor how to come at them, but by the assistance of a Letter from you. Mr Bently, about 3 months agoe, seem'd uneasie to have the Phalaris return'd; but I little dreamt he'd have carry'd it soe far as to oblige Mr Boyle to make such a publick Resentment. I found from the beginning Mr Pepys was mighty tender and reserv'd in y$^e$ matter; for what reason, is a mystery to me as much as to you. I press'd him to Particulars, more perhaps than became one in my circumstances; hoping that the cause of the publick might in some measure excuse the indecency.
The Saxon Types . . . [the rest of the letter is not concerned with the Phalaris controversy].
# The Battle of the Books; with selections from the literature of the Phalaris controversy/Textual Notes

In this section, where the number 'one' is represented by small caps I, the latter has been transcribed as 1.
TEXTUAL NOTES
The following notes give the more important variants of the 1st (1704), 3rd (1704), 5th (1710), and 6th (1724) edd, of the Battle of the Books.
P. 1 note. Clarke, 1, 3, 5; Clark, 6.
P. 4, l. 9. summity, 1, 5, 6; summit, 3.
P. 5, ll. 2, 3. as to the levelling, 5, 6; as to levelling, 1, 3
P. 14, l. 3. turn-pikes, 1, 3; turk-pikes, 5, 6.
P. 15, l. 1. his, 5, 6; this, 1, 3.
P. 15, l. 14. Is it, 5, 6; It is, 1, 3,
P. 15, ll. 15, 16. Could not you, 5, 6; Could you not, 1, 3.
P. 17, l. 12. my flights and my music, 5, 6; my flights and music, 1, 3.
P. 17, l. 13. have bestowed on me, 5, 6; have bestowed me, 1, 3.
P. 17, last line. and I hope, 1, 5, 6; and hope, 3.
P. 18, l. 18, at all, 3, 5, 6; at last, 1.
P. 18, ll. 14-21. All the edd. have 'whether is the nobler being of the two, that which by a lazy contemplation of four inches round; by an overweening pride, which feeding and engendering on itself, turns all into excrement and venom; producing nothing at all [last; see above], but fly bane and a cobweb: or that, which, by an universal ​range, with long search, much study, true judgement, and distinction of things, brings home honey and wax?'
The passage can be corrected either by omitting which before feeding, or by changing producing to produces.
P. 22, l. 4. farther, 5, 6; further, 1, 3.
P. 26, ll. 9, 10. her teeth fallen out before, 1, 3, 5, 6.
P. 27, ll. 4, 5. resentment, 5, 6; resentments, 1, 3.
P. 27, l. 19. dare oppose me, 5, 6; dare to oppose me, 1, 3.
P. 29, l. 19. of this day, 5, 6; of the day, 1, 3.
P. 35, l. 9. 3 and 5 have the line as printed; 6 fills up the line with asterisks.
P. 37, l. 12. and (first word in line) omitted in 1, which reads 'the ends turned . . . '; 3, 5, 6 as printed.
P. 37, l. 14. In 1, 3 the line is filled; 5, doubtful; 6 apparently leaves a space, as printed.
P. 41, l. 11. the t'other, 3; t'other, 1, 5, 6.
P. 42, ll. 10, 11. wild ass broke loose (with no comma after 'ass'), 1, 3, 5, 6.
P. 47, ll. 8, 9 Charon will, 1, 3; Charon would, 5, 6.
# The Battle of the Books and Other Short Pieces

The table of contents at the end of the work has been included here
CASSELL'S NATIONAL LIBRARY.
THE
Battle of the Books
AND OTHER SHORT PIECES.
BY
JONATHAN SWIFT.
CASSELL & COMPANY, Limited:
LONDON, PARIS & MELBOURNE.
1891.
CONTENTS
| | PAGE |
| The Battle of the Books | 9 |
| A Meditation upon a Broomstick | 51 |
| Predictions for the Year 1708 | 53 |
| Accomplishment of the First Prediction | 67 |
| Baucis and Philemon | 71 |
| The Logicians Refuted | 78 |
| The Puppet Show | 80 |
| Cadenus and Vanessa | 83 |
| Stella's Birthdays | 115 |
| To Stella visiting me in my Sickness | 127 |
| Prayers on the Death of Stella | 132 |
| The Beasts' Confession | 136 |
| On the Inconvenience of Abolishing Christianity | 145 |
| Hints towards an Essay on Conversation | 165 |
| Thoughts on Various Subjects | 178 |
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