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# The Pilgrims' March/Pandit Motilal Nehru 2

PANDIT MOTILAL NEHRU.
A message from Pandit Jawaharlal given on behalf of Pandit Motilal and others now in Lucknow District Jail to the men and women of the United Provinces.
“We are in jail but we are most happy for we know you are carrying on the great fight. We know you have responded to the great call. Great cities like Lucknow, Allahabad and Benares have demonstrated your determination. You are to-day making a history which your children and your children’s children, freed for ever from a foreign yoke, will glory in and unborn generations will bless your name. We pray for you. May the Lord bless you and give you strength to fight on till victory crowns your sacrifices! To our own city of Allahabad, what shall we say? How shall we, who are of it, congratulate it ​or us? Brave citizens! The great and peaceful hartal, the march of hundreds of its children to jail and the enrolment of thousands in the army of Swaraj fill us with joy and hope. Our hearts are too full for many words. We can but offer our prayerful thanks to the Giver of all strength. May the flag of freedom Allahabad has unfurled ever fly and the sons and daughters of our city come forward in an unending stream to sacrifice themselves at the altar of Swaraj.”
# The Pilgrims' March/Pandit Motilal Nehru's Appeal to Students

1921.
PANDIT MOTILAL NEHRU'S APPEAL TO STUDENTS.
“NOW OR NEVER.”
Pandit Motilalji and Tondonji delivered their message to all the dear students in schools and colleges to give up their studies now and enroll themselves as volunteers. Now or never was the time to respond to the call of Bharat Mata.
# The Riverside song book/A Dream of Summer

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A DREAM OF SUMMER.
John Greenleaf Whittier German Air.
Moderato cres. dim. dim.
1. Bland as the morn-ing breath of June The southwest breez-es
2. The fox his hill - side cell forsakes, The muskrat leaves his
3. So, in those win - ters of the soul, By bit - ter blasts and
4. The Night is moth-er of the Day, The Win-ter of the
cres. dim. cres. dim.
cres. dim.
play; And, thro' its haze, the win - ter noon Seems
nook, The blue - bird in the mead - ow brakes Is
drear, O'er - swept from Mem - ory's fro - zen pole. Will
Spring, And ev - er up - on old De - cay The
cres. dim.
cres. dim. cres.
warm as sum-mer's day. The snow - plumed An - gel
sing - ing with the brook. "Bear up, O Moth - er
sun - ny days ap - pear. Re - viv - ing Hope and
green - est moss- es cling. Be - hind the cloud the
cres. dim. cres.
dim. cres.
of the North Has dropp'd his i - cy spear; A - gain the moss - y
Na - ture!" cry Bird, breeze, and streamlet free; "Our win- ter voi - ces
Faith, they show The soul its liv-ing pow'rs, And how be - neath the
star - light lurks, Thro' show'rs the sunbeams fall; For God,who lov - eth
dim. ​
1st time. 2d time.
earth looks forth, A - gain the streams gush clear, streams gush clear.
proph - e - sy Of sum- mer days to thee, days to thee!"
win - ter's snow Lie germs of sum - mer flowr's, sum - mer flow'rs!
all His works, Has left His Hope with all, Hope with all!
1st time. 2d time. 1st time,
# The Riverside song book/A Midsummer Song

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A MIDSUMMER SONG.
Richard Watson Gilder. Franz Abt.
Allegretto.
1. Oh fa - thers gone to mark - et-town he was up be - fore the day,
2. From all the mist-y morn-ing air there comes a - sum - mer sound,
3. A - bove the trees the hon - ey bees swarm by with buzz and boom. 4. How strange at such a time of day the mill should stop its clatter!
And Ja-mie's aft - er rob - ins, and the man is mak -ing hay,
A murmur as of wa - ters, from skies and trees and ground.
And in the field and gar - den a thousand bios - soms bloom;
The farm-er's wife is listen-ing now, and won-ders what's the matter.
And whistling down the hol - low goes the boy who minds the mill,
The birds they sing up - on the wing, the pig- eons bill and coo;
"Within the far-mer's mead - ow, a brown-eyed dais - y blows.
Oh, wild the birds are sing - ing in the wood and on the hill.
While moth - er from the kitchen door is call - ing with a will
And o - ver hill an hol - low rings a-gain the loud hal - loo:
And down at the edge of the hol - low a red and thorn- y rose.
While whist - ling up the hol - low goes the boy that minds the mill.
Pol - ly! Pol - ly!
Oh, Pol - ly! the cows are in the corn! Oh, where’s Pol-ly?
# The Riverside song book/A Song of the Flag

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A SONG OF THE FLAG.
M. Woolsey Stryker.
(Air: Yankee Doodle — each stanza sung to first half of solo.)
1. Roll a river wide and strong,
 Like the tides a-swinging;
 Lift the joyful floods of song,
 Set the mountains ringing.
Chorus.
Run the lovely banner high!
 Morning's crimson glory,
 Field as blue as God's own sky,
 And every star a story.
2. Drown the guns, outsound the bells.
 In the rocking steeple,
 While the chorus throbs and swells
 Of a happy people.
 Cho. Run the lovely banner, etc.
3. For our darling flag we sing.
 Pride of all the nation,
 Flag that never knew a king,
 Freedom's constellation.
 Cho. Run the lovely banner, etc.
4. Blest be God, fraternal wars  Once for all are ended.
 And the gashes and the scars
 Peace and time have mended.
 Cho. Run the lovely banner, etc.
5. Massachusetts, Maryland,
 Tennessee, Nebraska,
 One, Columbia's daughters stand
 From Georgia to Alaska.
 Cho. Run the lovely banner, etc.
6. Staff and masthead swing it forth—
 Liberty unblighted.
 West and East and South and North
 Evermore united!
 Cho. Run the lovely banner, etc.
# The Riverside song book/A Psalm of Life

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A PSALM OF LIFE.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Henry Smart.
mf dim. mp cres. dim.
1. Tell me not in mournful num-bers Life is but an emp - ty
2. In the world's broad field of bat - tle, In the biv - ou - ac of
3. Lives of great men all re - mind us We can make our lives sub -
mf dim. mp cres. dim.
cres. f dream! For the soul is dead that slum-bers, And things are not what they
Life, Be not like dumb, driven cat - tle, Be a he - ro in the
lime, And, de - part- ing, leave be - hind us Footprints on the sands of
cres. f
dim.
seem. And things are not what they seem. Life is re - al! Life is
strife! Be a he - ro in the strife! Trust no fu - ture how-e'er
time; — Footprints on the sands of time; — Foot - prints, that perhaps an -
dim.
dim. ff
ear - nest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust re -
pleas- ant; Let the dead past bury its dead! Act — act in the liv-ing
oth - er, Sail -ing o'er life's sol - emn main, A for - lorn and shipwreck'd
dim.
pp rit.
turn-est.Was not spo - ken of the soul, Was not spo - ken of the soul,
pres-ent! Heart within and God o'er-head, Heart within, and God o'erhead!
broth-er, See - ing, shall take heart a - gain. See - ing, shall take heart a - gain.
pp rit.
# The Riverside song book/A Ballad of the Boston Tea Party

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A BALLAD OF THE BOSTON TEA PARTY.
Oliver Wendell Holmes. Unknown.
(Air Yankee Doodle.)
An eve - ning par - ty,— on - ly that, No for - mal in - vi -
How fast the strag-glers join the throng, From stall and work-shop
On, on to where the tea - ships ride! And now their ranks are
O wo - man, at the eve - ning board So gra - cious, sweet, and
Ah, lit - tie dreams the qui - et dame Who plies with rock and
Old char-ters shriv - el in its track, His Worship's bench has
ta - tion. No gold - laced coat, no stiff cra - vat. No
gath - ered! The live - ly bar - ber skips a - long And
form - ing,— A rush, and up the Dartmouth's side The
purr - ing. So hap - py while the tea is poured, So
spin - dle The pa - tient flax, how great a flame Yon
crum - bled. It climbs and clasps the un - ion - jack. Its
feast in con - tem - pla - tion, No silk - robed dames, no
leaves a chin half lath - ered; The smith has flung
Mo - hawk band is swarm - ing! See the fierce na - tives!
blest while spoons are stirr - ing, What mar tyr can com -
lit - tle spark shall kin - dle! The lur - id morn - ing
bla - zoned pomp is hum - bled. The flags go down on
fid - dling band, No flow'rs, no songs, no danc - ing,— A
ham - mer down,— The horse - shoe still is glow - ing; The
what a glimpse Of paint and fur and feath - er, As
pare with thee, The moth - er, wife, or daugh - ter, That
shall re - veal A fire no king can smoth - er Where
land and sea Like corn be - fore the reap - ers; So
tribe of Red men, axe in hand,—Be - hold the guests ad - van - cing!
tru - ant tap - ster at the Crown Has left a beer - cask flow - ing!
all at once the full-grown imps Light on the deck to - geth - er!
night, in - tead of best Bo-hea, Condemned to milk and wa - ter!
Brit - ish flint and Bos - ton steel Have clashed a- gainst each oth - er!
burned the fire that brewed the tea That Bos - ton served her keep - ers!
Chorus to each verse.
No! ne'er was mingled such a draft In pal - ace, hall, or ar - bor. As
free - men brewed and ty - rants quaffed That night in Bos - ton Har - bor!
# The Riverside song book/Angel of Peace

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ANGEL OF PEACE.
Oliver Wendell Holmes. Matthias Keller.
1. An - gel of Peace, thou hast wandered too long! Spread thy white wings to the
2. Brothers we meet, on this al - tar of thine Ming -ling the gifts we have
3. An - gels of Beth - le - hem, an-swer the strain! Hark! a new birthsong is
1. An - gel of Peace, thou hast wandered too long! Spread thy white wings to the
2. Brothers we meet, on this al - tar of thine Ming-ling the gifts we have
3. An - gels of Beth-le - hem, an-swer the strain! Hark! a new birthsong is
Maestoso.
sun - shine of love! Come while our voi - ces are blend - ed in song,—
gath-ered for thee. Sweet with the o - dors of myr - tle and pine,
fill - ing the sky I — Loud as the stormwind that tum - bles the main
sun - shine of love! Come while our voi - ces are blend - ed in song,—
gath-ered for thee. Sweet with the o - dors of myr - tle and pine,
fill - ing the sky I — Loud as the stormwind that tum - bles the main
Fly to our ark like the storm-beat-en dove! Fly to our ark on the
Breeze of the prai - rie and breath of the sea,— Meadow and mountain and
Bid the full breath of the or - gan re-ply,— Let the loud tem - pest of
Fly to our ark like the storm-beaten dove! Fly to our ark on the
Breeze of the prai - rie and breath of the sea,— Meadow and mountain and
Bid the full breath of the or - gan re - ply,— Let the loud tem - pest of
wings of the dove,— Speed o'er the far-sounding bil - lows of song,
for - est and sea! Sweet is the fragrance of myr-tle and pine,
voi - ces re - ply,— Roll its long surge like the earthshaking main!
wings of the dove,— Speed o'er the far-sounding bil - lows of song,
for - est and sea! Sweet is the fragrance of myr-tle and pine,
voi - ces re - ply,— Roll its long surge like the earthshaking main!
Crowned with thine ol - ive - leaf gar - land of love,— An - gel of
Sweet - er the in - cense we of - f er to thee, Broth-ers once
Swell the vast song till it mounts to the sky!— An - gels of
Crowned with thine ol - ive - leaf gar - land of love,— An - gel of
Sweet - er the in - cense we of - f er to thee. Broth-ers once
Swell the vast song till it mounts to the sky!— An - gels of
Peace, thou hast wait - ed too long!
more round this al - tar of thine!
Beth -le - hem.ech - o the strain!
Peace, thou hast wait - ed too long!
more round this al - tar of thine!
Beth -le - hem.ech - o the strain!
# The Riverside song book/A Life on the Ocean Wave

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A LIFE ON THE OCEAN WAVE.
Epes Sargent. Henry Russell.
1. A life on the o - cean wave, A home on the roll - ing
2. Once more on the deck I stand Of my own swift-glid-ing
3. The land is no longer in view, The clouds have be - gun to
deep, Where the scat - tered wa - ters rave, And the
craft, Set sail! fare - well to the land. The
frown, But with a stout ves- sel and crew We'll
winds their rev - els keep: Like an ea - gle caged I
gale fol-lows far a - baft: We shoot thro' the spark - ling
say "Let the storm come down I" And the song of our heart shall
pine On this dull, un - chang - ing shore: Oh!
foam, Like an o - cean bird set free; Like the
be. While the winds and the wa - ters rave. A
Agitato.
Sing first verse in D.C.
give me the flash - ing brine. The spray and the tem - pest roar!
o - cean bird, our home Well find far out on the sea!
life on the heav-ing sea, A home on the bound - ing wave!
# The Riverside song book/Afternoon in February

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# The Riverside song book/Alike are Life and Death

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ALIKE ARE LIFE AND DEATH.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Christian Heinrich Rinck.
Andante.
1. A - like are life and death, When life in death sur - vives,
2. Were a star quenched on high, For a - ges would its light,
3. So when a great man dies, For years be-yond our ken,
And the un - in-ter-rup t- ed breath In - spires a thousand lives.
Still trav-’ling downward from the sky, Shine on our mor-tal sight.
The light he leaves be - hind him lies Up - on the paths of men.
# The Riverside song book/America

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# The Portuguese Expedition to Abyssinia in 1541–1543/Chapter X

Hakluyt Society second series no. X
[33]

## Of how D. Christovão pitched his Camp on the skirts of the Hill, and of how he took Order to attack it.

On the morning of the next day, February 1st, 1542, the eve of the day of the Purification of Our Lady, we pitched our camp, and as D. Christovão came with full knowledge of the approaches, as soon as we were in sight he allotted them to the Captains: to Francisco Velho and Manuel da Cunha, with their people and three pieces of artillery, the first approach, with the wall at the foot, the attack to be made at a given signal; to the second he appointed João da Fonseca and Francisco de Abreu, with three other pieces of artillery, and with the same instructions as to the signal; as the last approach was the strongest and most dangerous, he selected it for himself with the remaining people. There remained on guard over the Queen sixty soldiers with matchlocks and pikes, who were angry and discontented that they were excluded from the attack. That day also, late, D. Christovão made a feint of attacking, signalling to the Captains and bringing his artillery close, drawn up in order (posse em ordem); he did this to learn where it would be better to attack with matchlocks, and where the artillery would cause greater damage; and also to induce them to expend their munitions and magazines, which would help us on the following day. It is [34] difficult to believe how thick the stones and arrows fell when we got near; and they let fall rocks from the hill above, which caused us great fear and damage. When D. Christovão had seen all he wanted he retired. When the Moors saw this, it appeared to them that we could not attack them, and their delight was so excessive that all night they made great clamour with many trumpets and kettledrums. The Queen, too, became very sad and distrustful, for it seemed to her as it appeared to the Moors, that there was no more determination in us than that, for she had watched all. As D. Christovão, from what he was told, understood her distrust, he sent to tell her why he had advanced and retreated; and that in the morning her highness would see how the Portuguese fought, and what men they were. That night we spent in careful guard.
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# The Poems of Oscar Wilde/Under the Balcony

UNDER THE BALCONY
O beautiful star with the crimson mouth! O moon with the brows of gold! Rise up, rise up, from the odorous south! And light for my love her way, Lest her little feet should stray On the windy hill and the wold! O beautiful star with the crimson mouth! O moon with the brows of gold!
O ship that shakes on the desolate sea! O ship with the wet, white sail! Put in, put in, to the port to me! For my love and I would go To the land where the daffodils blow In the heart of a violet dale! O ship that shakes on the desolate sea! O ship with the wet, white sail!
O rapturous bird with the low, sweet note! O bird that sings on the spray! Sing on, sing on, from your soft brown throat! And my love in her little bed Will listen, and lift her head ​From the pillow, and come my way! O rapturous bird with the low, sweet note! O bird that sits on the spray!
O blossom that hangs in the tremulous air! O blossom with lips of snow! Come down, come down, for my love to wear! You will die on her head in a crown, You will die in a fold of her gown, To her little light heart you will go! O blossom that hangs in the tremulous air! O blossom with lips of snow!
# The Poems of Oscar Wilde/Tædium Vitæ

TÆDIUM VITÆ
To stab my youth with desperate knives, to wear This paltry age's gaudy livery, To let each base hand filch my treasury, To mesh my soul within a woman's hair, And be mere Fortune's lackeyed groom,—I swear I love it not! these things are less to me Than the thin foam that frets upon the sea, Less than the thistledown of summer air Which hath no seed: better to stand aloof Far from these slanderous fools who mock my life Knowing me not, better the lowliest roof Fit for the meanest hind to sojourn in, Than to go back to that hoarse cave of strife Where my white soul first kissed the mouth of sin.
# The Poems of Oscar Wilde/Urbs Sacra Æterna

URBS SACRA ÆTERNA
Rome! what a scroll of History thine has been; In the first days thy sword republican Ruled the whole world for many an age's span: Then of the peoples wert thou royal Queen, Till in thy streets the bearded Goth was seen; And now upon thy walls the breezes fan (Ah, city crowned by God, discrowned by man!) The hated flag of red and white and green. When was thy glory! when in search for power Thine eagles flew to greet the double sun, And the wild nations shuddered at thy rod? Nay, but thy glory tarried for this hour, When pilgrims kneel before the Holy One, The prisoned shepherd of the Church of God.
Monte Mario.
# The Poems of Oscar Wilde/Vita Nuova

VITA NUOVA
I stood by the unvintageable sea Till the wet waves drenched face and hair with spray, The long red fires of the dying day Burned in the west; the wind piped drearily; And to the land the clamorous gulls did flee: 'Alas!' I cried, 'my life is full of pain, And who can garner fruit or golden grain From these waste fields which travail ceaselessly!' My nets gaped wide with many a break and flaw, Natheless I threw them as my final cast Into the sea, and waited for the end. When lo! a sudden glory! and I saw From the black waters of my tortured past The argent splendour of white limbs ascend!
# The Poems of Oscar Wilde/Wasted Days

WASTED DAYS
(FROM A PICTURE PAINTED BY MISS V. T.)
A fair slim boy not made for this world's pain, With hair of gold thick clustering round his ears, And longing eyes half veiled by foolish tears Like bluest water seen through mists of rain; Pale cheeks whereon no kiss hath left its stain, Red under-lip drawn in for fear of Love, And white throat whiter than the breast of dove— Alas! alas! if all should be in vain.
Corn-fields behind, and reapers all a-row In weariest labour toiling wearily, To no sweet sound of laughter or of lute.
And careless of the crimson sunset glow, The boy still dreams; nor knows that night is nigh, And in the night-time no man gathers fruit.
# The Poems of Oscar Wilde/With a Copy of 'A House of Pomegranates'

WITH A COPY OF 'A HOUSE OF POMEGRANATES'
Go, little book, To him who, on a lute with horns of pearl, Sang of the white feet of the Golden Girl: And bid him look Into thy pages: it may hap that he May find that golden maidens dance through thee.
# The Poems of Sappho

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The poems of the poet Sappho, as collected by E. M. Cox, with translations by him and by earlier translators. His book expands upon the previous work by H. T. Wharton and includes "a considerable quantity of new material [that] has come to light in the fragmentary papyri found in the delta of the Nile. This present edition is an attempt to bring the subject more up to date, and at the same time to offer a number of new translations which it is hoped will be acceptable."
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THE POEMS OF SAPPHO
WITH HISTORICAL & CRITICAL NOTES TRANSLATIONS, AND A BIBLIOGRAPHY
BY
EDWIN MARION COX
LONDON: WILLIAMS AND NORGATE
NEW YORK: CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS
1924
Ὤ ΚΆΛΑ Ὤ ΧΑΡΊΕΣΣΑ Β
CONTENTS
| CHAP. | | PAGE |
| | Foreword | 7 |
| I. | Biographical and Historical | 11 |
| II. | The Writings of Sappho in English Literature | 28 |
| III. | Text and Translations | 58 |
| IV. | Bibliography | 127 |
Paper copy No. 10
E. M. Cox.
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# The Portrait of a Lady (London: Macmillan & Co., 1881)/Volume 2

THE PORTRAIT OF A LADY
VOL. II.
THE PORTRAIT OF A LADY
BY
HENRY JAMES, Jr.,
AUTHOR OF "THE EUROPEANS," ETC., ETC.
IN THREE VOLUMES.
VOL. II.
London: MACMILLAN AND CO. 1881.
The Right of Translation and Reproduction is Reserved.
CLAY AND TAYLOR, PRINTERS, BUNGAY, SUFFOLK.
* Chapter 1
* Chapter 2
* Chapter 3
* Chapter 4
* Chapter 5
* Chapter 6
* Chapter 7
* Chapter 8
* Chapter 9
* Chapter 10
* Chapter 11
* Chapter 12
* Chapter 13
* Chapter 14
* Chapter 15
* Chapter 16
* Chapter 17
* Chapter 18
* Chapter 19
* Chapter 20
# The Records of the Federal Convention of 1787/Volume 3/Appendix A/LVII

​ LVII. Hugh Williamson to James Iredell.
Philadelphia, July 8th, 1787.
I think it more than likely that we shall not leave this place before the middle of August. The diverse and almost opposite interests that are to be reconciled, occasion us to progress very slowly. I fear that Davie will be obliged to leave us before our business is finished, which will be a heavy stroke to the delegation. We have occasion for his judgment, for I am inclined to think that the great exertions of political wisdom in our late Governor [Martin], while he sat at the helm of our State, have so exhausted his fund, that time must be required to enable him again to exert his abilities to the advantage of the nation.
# The Records of the Federal Convention of 1787/Volume 3/Appendix A/LII

​LII. Governor Caswell to the North Carolina Delegates.
No. Carolina, 1st July, 1787.
Agreeable to your request I have this day drawn on the Collectors for two months’ allowance to each of the deputies in service of the State in Convention, in addition to the four months’ allowance formerly drawn for. Your Task is arduous, your undertaking is of such magnitude as to require Time for Deliberation and Consideration, and altho’ I know each Gentleman must sensibly feel for his own private concerns in being so long absent from them, Yet the future happiness of the States so much depends on the determination of the Convention I am convinced your wishes to promote that happiness to your Country are such as to induce you to attend to the completing this business if possible. Any thing I can do which may tend towards making your stay agreeable shall be most chearfully attended to & I shall be most happy at all times in rendering you service or receiving any communications or advice from you. Mr. Spaight’s and Mr. Williamson’s are forwarded to the Gentlemen by them directed; Mr Martin’s and Mr. Davies’ remain with me subject to their order.