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# The Black-Bird Songster/The Confession

THE CONFESSION.
With sorrow and repentance true, Father, I trembling come to you; I know I've too indulgent been To one, but oh! forgive the sin. To one whom still I love, tho he Ungrateful proves, and false to me; Then let me on my knees confess How I've been tempted to transgress.
​Oh! rev'rend father, if you know The charms of him, alas! untrue; O had you heard the false one swear I was the fairest of the fair; You could not, holy Sir, refuse So slight a weakness to excușe; He swore my eyes were loveliness, Ah! let me then my fault confess.
To grief, eternal grief a prey, His name is all my heart can say; When bath'd in sad repentant tears, Still to my mind his name appears; Yes, 'tis that name, that name alone, Which bends me now before thy throne; Alcander-- but I can't express, Oh! Father, must I then confess?
Ah! tell him, should he come to you, Should he, like me, for mercy sue; Of all tho crimes by heav'n accurst, Tell him inconstancy's the worst; Tell him that lie who's false in love, Can ne'er hope pity from above; Tell him that I alone can bless, And send him to me to confess.
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# The Black-Bird Songster/The Highland Laddie

THE HIGHLAND LADDIE.
The Lawland lads think they are fine, But O! they're vain and idle gaudy; How much unlike the gracefu' mien, And manly looks of my Highland laddie.
O my bonnie Highland laddio, My handsome, charming Highland laddie; May heaven still guard, and love reward, The lawland lass and her Highland laddie.
If I were free at will to chooso, To be the wealthiest Lawland lady, I'd tak young Donald without trews, With bonnet blue, and bolted plaidie.
O my bonnie, &c.
The brawest beau in burrows town, In a' his airs, wi' art made ready, Compar'd to him, he's but a clown, He's finer far in's tartan plaidie. O my bonnie, &c.
O'er benty hill wi' him I'll run, And leave my Lawland kin and daddie; ​Frae winter's cauld and summer's sun, He'll screen me wi' his tartan plaidie. O my bonnie, &c.
A painted room, and silken bed, May please a Lawland laird and lady; But I can kiss, and be as glad, Behind a bush in's tartan plaidie. O my bonnie, &c.
Few compliments between us pass; I ca' him my dear Highland laddie,
And he ca's me his Lawland lass, Syne rows me in beneath his plaidie. O my bonnie, &c.
Nae greater joy I'll e'er pretend, Than that his love prove true and steady, Like mine to him, which ne'er shall end, While Heav'n preserves my Highland laddie. O my bonnie, &c.
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# The Black-Bird Songster/The King of the Fairies

THE KING OF THE FAIRIES.
A wee, wee man came to our toun en, Fiddledum, faddledum, fee, fee, fee; An' lie sang sae sweet, that tho hale o' our men Lap aff their looms the carle to see.
His cap was red, an' his broeks were green,
Fiddledum, faddledum, fee, fee, fee; An' his jacket the shortest that ever was seen, An' tho queerest colour you ever did see.
His noso was as flat as the back o' my han', Fiddledum, faddledum, foe, fee, fee; An' his feet wad hae covered an acre o' lan', Yet his Boots cam' o'er the lid o' his knee.
His e’en were grey without ony white, Fiddledum, faddledum, fee, fee, fee; An' his teeth were as black as the middle o' night, When the moon has forsaken this countrie.
​His legs were as bow'd as the half o a hoop, Fiddledum, faddledum, fee, fee, fee;
An' his arms were sae lang, ho no'er needit to stoop, For he picked up preens without bending his knee
He laughed, and tho hale o' tho mon o' our toun, Fiddledum, faddlodum, fee, fee, fee; Lap out o' their wits and fell down in a swoon, The fiont o' them had the power to flee.
Не sang, and they sprang to their feet in a crack, Fiddledum, faddledum, fee, fee, fee; Now what I relate is a notable fact, For I was sleeping whon I did it see.
He play'd them a jig, and the dancing began, Fiddledum, faddledum, fee, fee, fee; And he led them to where a big water down ran, Where he donked them till they were like to dio.
This queer wee man lap up on a hill,
Fiddledum, faddledum, fee, fee, fee; And he open'd his mouth like the door o' a mill, I hope sic a mouth I will ne'er again see.
But thunder no'er gied sic a terriblo roar, Fiddledum, faddledum, fee, fee, fee; As when ho announced that the dancing was o'er, An' bade them fareweel, an' awa' did flee.
Weary and wet our men cam' hame, Fiddledum, faddledum, fee, fee, fee; An' swore the wee man was surely to blame, For using sic freedoms in ony countrie.
​Ye'll wonder what came o' this wee, wee man,
Fiddledum, faddledum, fee, fee, fee; He bought a green coat— an' to fairy lan' ran, An' now he is king o' that countrie.
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# The Black-Bird Songster/Bonny Jean

BONNY JEAN
Thero was a lass and she was fair, At kirk and market to be seen,
When a' the fairest maid were met, The fairest maid was bonny Jean.
​And ay sho wrought her mither's wark, And ay sho sang sae merrilie; The blithest bird upon the bush,
Had no'er a lighter heart than she.
But hawks will rob tho tender joys That bless tho little lintwhito's nest: And frost will blight tho fairest flowers, And levo will break the soundest rest.
Young Robie was the brawest lad, The flower and pride of a' the glen; And he had owsen, sheep, and kye, And wanton nagies nine or ten.
He gaed wi' Jeanie to the tryst, He danc'd wi' Jeanie on the down; And lang ere witless Jeanie wist, Her heart was tint, her peace was stewn,
As in tho boson o' the stream The moon-beam dwells at dewy e'en; So trembling pure, was tender love Within the breast o' bonny Jean.
And now she works her mither's wark, And ay she sighs wi' care and pain; Yet wist na what her ail might be, Or what wad mak her weel again.
​But didna Jeanies heart loup light, And didna joy blink in her e'e, As Robie tauld a tale of love, At e'ening on the lily lee?
The sun was sinking in the west, The birds sang sweet in ilka grove; His cheek to her's he fondly prest, And whisper'd thus his tale of love:–
O Jeanie fair, I lo'e thee dear; O canst thou think to fancy me Or wilt thou leave thy mither's cot, And learn to tent the farms wi' me?
At barn or byre thou shalt na drudge, Or naething else to trouble thee; But stray amang the heather bells, And tent the waving corn wi' me.
Now what could artless Jeanie do? She had nae will to say him na; At length she blush'd a sweet consent, And love was aye between them twa.
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# The Black-Bird Songster/Gude Ale Comes

GUDE ALE COMES.
O gudo ale comes, and gude ale goes; Gude ale gars me sell my hose, Sell my hoso, and pawn my shoon; Gudo ale keeps my heart aboon.
I had sax oxen in a pleuch, And they drew teuch and weel oneuch; I drank them a' just ane by ane; Gude ale keeps my heart aboon.
I had forty shillings in a clout, Gude ale gart me pyke them out; That gear should moul' I thought a sin; Gudo ale keeps my heart aboon.
Gude ale hauds me bare and busy, Gars me moop wi' the servant hizzie, Stand i' the stool, when I hao done; Gude ale keeps my heart aboon.
O gude ale comes, and gude ale goes: Gudo sle gars me sell my hose, Sell my hose, and pawn my shoon; Gude ale keeps my heart aboon.
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# The Black-Bird Songster/The Boatie Rows

THE BOATIE ROWS.
O weel may the boatie row, And better may it speed; And liesome may the boatie row, That wins my bairns' bread; The boatie rows, the boatie rows, The boatie rows indeed; And weel may the boatie row, That wins the bairns' bread.
When Jamie vow'd he wad be mine, And wan frae me my heart, ​O mucklo lighter grew my creel, He swore we'd never part: The boatie rows, the boatie rows, The boatie rows fu' weel, And muckle lighter is the load, When love bears up the creel.
When Sawney, Jock an' Janetie, Are up and gotten lair; They'll help to gar the boatie row, And lighten a' our care. Tho boatie rows, tho boatie rows, The boatie rows fu' weel, And lightsome bo her heart that bears The murlain and the creel.
And whan wi' age we're worn down, And hirpling round the door, They'll help to keep us dry and warm, As wo did them before; Then weel may the boatie row, She wins the bairns' bread And happy be tho lot of a', That wish the boatie speed.
# The Black-Bird Songster/The Carle He Cam' Ower the Craft

THE CARLE HE CAM' OWER THE CRAFT.
Tho carle he cam' ewer the craft,
Wi' his beard new-shaven; He leeked at me as he'd been daft— The carle trowed that I wad hae him! Hout awa! I winna hae him! Na, forsooth, I winna hae him! For a' his beard's new-shaven, Ne'er a bit o' me will hae him,
A siller brooch he gae me neist, To fasten on my curchio noekit; I wore't a wee upon my breist, But soon, alako! the tengue o't crookit; And sao may his; I winna hae him Na, forseoth, I winna hac him! Twice-a-bairn's a lassio's jest; Sae eny feel for me may hae him.
The carle has nae fault but ano; For he has land and dollars plenty; Bnt waes me for him, skin and bano Is no fer a plump lass ef twenty. Hout awa, I winna hao him! Na, fersooth, I winna hae him! What signifies his dirty riggs, And cash, without a man wi' them?
But sheuld my cankert daddie gar Me tak him 'gainst my inclination, I warn the fumbler to bewaro That antlers dinna clain their station. ​Hout awa! I winna hao him! Na, forsooth, I winna hae him! I'm fleyod to crack the holy band, Sae lawty says, I shouldna hae him.
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# The Aspern Papers, Louisa Pallant, The Modern Warning

* The Aspern Papers, Louisa Pallant, The Modern Warning (2 volumes, London & New York: Macmillan & Co., 1888)
    — First book edition, published in two volumes. This is nominally both the first English edition and the first American edition, but it was never issued in America.
* The Aspern Papers, Louisa Pallant, The Modern Warning (1 volume, London & New York: Macmillan & Co., 1888)
    — The American issue of the 2nd edition. Since the 1st edition was issued only in England, this is effectively the 1st American edition.
* The Aspern Papers, Louisa Pallant, The Modern Warning (London & New York: Macmillan & Co., 1890)
    — The English issue of the 2nd edition. Identical to the American issue except for the date "1890" date on the title page, and an imprint on the verso of the title-leaf, identifying it as a "New Edition". Later issued in a Times Book Club remainder binding.
# The Aspern Papers, Louisa Pallant, The Modern Warning (1 volume, London & New York: Macmillan & Co., 1888)/The Aspern Papers

THE ASPERN PAPERS
* Chapter 1
* Chapter 2
* Chapter 3
* Chapter 4
* Chapter 5
* Chapter 6
* Chapter 7
* Chapter 8
* Chapter 9
# The Aspern Papers, Louisa Pallant, The Modern Warning (1 volume, London & New York: Macmillan & Co., 1888)/Louisa Pallant

LOUISA PALLANT
* Chapter 1
* Chapter 2
* Chapter 3
* Chapter 4
* Chapter 5
* Chapter 6
# The Aspern Papers, Louisa Pallant, The Modern Warning (1 volume, London & New York: Macmillan & Co., 1888)

Nominally the second edition on both sides of the Atlantic, but the first was never sold in America, making this the first American edition. Published November 1888. Sold for $1.50 each. The first and only printing was 2000 copies.
THE ASPERN PAPERS
LOUISA PALLANT
THE MODERN WARNING
THE ASPERN PAPERS
LOUISA PALLANT
THE MODERN WARNING
BY
HENRY JAMES
London
MACMILLAN AND CO.
AND NEW YORK
1888
All rights reserved
COPYRIGHT 1888
BY
HENRY JAMES
CONTENTS
NOTE
The third of the following Tales originally appeared in Harper's Magazine under a different title.
# The Captain of Love

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* "The Captain of Love", an anonymous poem (There was a rich noble, as lately we hear)
* "The Captain of Love", an anonymous poem (Ye Nymphs and ye Swains)
# The Captain's Daughter (Pushkin)

English-language translations of Капитанская дочка include:
* The Captain's Daughter (1859) by J. F. Hanstein
* The Captain's Daughter (1875) by Ekaterina Telfer
* Marie: A Story of Russian Love (1877) by Marie H. de Zielinska
* The Daughter of the Commandant (1891) by Mary Pamela Milne-Home
# The Captain's Daughter (Fields)

Original title: Ballad of the Tempest
* "Ballad of the Tempest", in Poems (1849)
* "The Captain’s Daughter" in The Riverside song book, 1893.
* "The Captain's Daughter" in Poems That Every Child Should Know, 1904.
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# The Captain's Song

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Published in The Pearl
I care not what squeamish lovers may say, The maiden that best suits my mind Is the sweet girl that will meet me half way; And while she is free, be as kind.
With her rich beauties I never am cloyed, Fresh pleasures I find at her side; I don't love her less because she's enjoyed By many another beside.
Shall I try to describe all her merit, I feel that I'd never have done; She is brimful of sweetness and spirit, And sparkles with freedom and fun.
It is bliss then to hold her and win her, She never proves peevish or coy; But the farther and deeper I'm in her The fuller she fills me with joy.
She opens her thighs without fear or dread, She points to her sweet little crack, Its lips are so red, and all overspread With hair of the glossiest black.
Reclined on her breast, and clasped in her arms, With her my soft moments I spend; And revel the more in her melting charms, Because they are shared with a friend.
# The Captain of the Polestar and Other Tales

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THE
CAPTAIN OF THE POLESTAR
AND OTHER TALES.
BY
A. CONAN DOYLE,
AUTHOR OF "MICAH CLARKE," ETC.
LONDON: LONGMANS, GREEN, AND CO. AND NEW YORK: 15 EAST 16th STREET.
1890.
All rights reserved.
MY FRIEND
Major-General A. W. DRAYSON
AS A SLIGHT TOKEN
OF
MY ADMIRATION FOR HIS GREAT
AND AS YET UNRECOGNISED SERVICES TO ASTRONOMY
this little volume
IS
DEDICATED.
PREFACE.
For the use of some of the following Tales I am indebted to the courtesy of the Proprietors of "Cornhill," "Temple Bar," "Belgravia," "London Society," "Cassell's," and "The Boys' Own Paper."
A. CONAN DOYLE, M.D.
CONTENTS. :
| | PAGE |
| The Captain of the Pole-Star | 1 |
| J. Habakuk Jephson's Statement | 37 |
| The Great Keinplatz Experiment | 84 |
| The Man from Archangel | 108 |
| That Little Square Box | 142 |
| John Huxford's Hiatus | 171 |
| A Literary Mosaic | 203 |
| John Barrington Cowles | 230 |
| The Parson of Jackman's Gulch | 267 |
| The Ring of Thoth | 289 |
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# The Captain's Daughter

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* The Captain's Daughter (1836), a novel by Alexander Pushkin
# The Captain (Tennyson)

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A Legend of the Navy
He that only rules by terror  Doeth grievous wrong. Deep as hell I count his error.  Let him hear my song. Brave the Captain was; the seamen  Made a gallant crew, Gallant sons of English freemen,  Sailors bold and true. But they hated his oppression;  Stern he was and rash, So for every light transgression  Doom’d them to the lash. Day by day more hard and cruel  Seem’d the Captain’s mood. Secret wrath like smother’d fuel  Burnt in each man’s blood. Yet he hoped to purchase glory,  Hoped to make the name Of his vessel great in story,  Wheresoe’er he came. So they past by capes and islands,  Many a harbour-mouth, Sailing under palmy highlands  Far within the South. On a day when they were going  O’er the lone expanse, In the north, her canvas flowing,  Rose a ship of France. Then the Captain’s colour heighten’d,  Joyful came his speech; But the cloudy gladness lighten’d  In the eyes of each. ‘Chase,’ he said; the ship flew forward,  And the wind did blow; Stately, lightly went she northward,  Till she near’d the foe. Then they look’d at him they hated,  Had what they desired; Mute with folded arms they waited –  Not a gun was fired. But they heard the foeman’s thunder  Roaring out their doom; All the air was turn in sunder,  Crashing went the boom. Spars were splinter’d, decks were shatter’d,  Bullets fell like rain; Over mast and deck were scatter’d  Blood and brains of men. Spars were splinter’d; decks were broken;  Every mother’s son – Down they dropt – nor word were spoken –  Each behind his gun. On the decks as they were lying,  Were their faces grim; In their blood, as they lay dying,  Did they smile on him. Those in whom he had reliance  For his noble name With one smile of still defiance  Sold him into shame. Shame and wrath his heart confounded,  Pale he turn’d and red, Till himself was deadly wounded  Falling on the dead. Dismal error! fearful slaughter!  Years have wander’d by; Side by side beneath the water  Crew and Captain lie; There the sunlit ocean tosses  O’er them the mouldering, And the lonely seabird crosses  With one waft of the wing.
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# The Business of Being a Woman

THE MACMILLAN COMPANY
NEW YORK • BOSTON • CHICAGO DALLAS • SAN FRANCISCO
MACMILLAN AND CO., Limited
LONDON • BOMBAY • CALCUTTA MELBOURNE
THE MACMILLAN CO. OF CANADA, Ltd.
TORONTO
BY
IDA M. TARBELL
ASSOCIATE EDITOR OF THE "AMERICAN MAGAZINE" AUTHOR OF "LIFE OF ABRAHAM LINCOLN" "HISTORY OF THE STANDARD OIL CO." "HE KNEW LINCOLN," ETC.
New York
THE MACMILLAN COMPANY
1913
All rights reserved
Copyright, 1912,
By the PHILLIPS PUBLISHING COMPANY.
Copyright, 1912,
By the MACMILLAN COMPANY.
Set up and electrotyped. Published October, 1912. Reprinted November, 1912; April, 1913.
Norwood Press
J. S. Cushing Co. — Berwick & Smith Co. Norwood, Mass., U.S. A.
TO
E. I. T. AND C. C. T.
The object of this little volume is to call attention to a certain distrust, which the author feels in the modern woman, of the significance and dignity of the work laid upon her by Nature and by society. Its ideas are the result of a long, if somewhat desultory, observation of the professional, political, and domestic activities of women in this country and in France. These observations have led to certain definite opinions as to those phases of the woman question most in need of emphasis to-day.
A great problem of human life is to preserve faith in and zest for everyday activities. The universal easily becomes the vulgar and the burdensome. The ​highest civilization is that in which the largest number sense, and are so placed as to realize, the dignity and the beauty of the common experiences and obligations.
The courtesy of the publishers of the American Magazine, in permitting the use here of chapters which have appeared in that periodical, is gratefully acknowledged.
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# The Bostonians (London & New York: Macmillan & Co., 1886)/end matter

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# The Botanical Magazine

The Botanical Magazine; or Flower-Garden Displayed, is an illustrated botanical magazine that began in 1787. It ran under that title until 1801, when it was renamed Curtis's Botanical Magazine. It is still issued today, making it the longest running botanical magazine.
* Volume 1 (1787)—Plates 1–36
* Volume 2 (1788)—Plates 37–72 (page scan index)
* Volume 3 (1790)—Plates 73–108 (page scan index)
* Volume 4 (1791)—Plates 109–144 (page scan index)
* Volume 5 (1792)—Plates 145–180 (page scan index)
* Volume 6 (1793)—Plates 181–216 (page scan index)
* Volume 7 (1794)—Plates 217–252 (page scan index)
* Volume 8 (1794)—Plates 253–288 (page scan index)
* Volume 9 (1795)—Plates 289–324 (page scan index)
* Volume 10 (1796)—Plates 325–360 (page scan index)
* Volume 11 (1797)—Plates 361–396 (page scan index)
* Volume 12 (1798)—Plates 397–432 (page scan index)
* Volume 13 (1799)—Plates 433–468 (page scan index)
* Volume 14 (1800)—Plates 469–504 (page scan index)
From 1801 this magazine was entitled Curtis's Botanical Magazine.
# The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley (ed. Hutchinson, 1914)/An Exhortation

AN EXHORTATION
[Published with Prometheus Unbound, 1820. Dated 'Pisa, April, 1820' in Harvard MS. (Woodberry), but assigned by Mrs. Shelley to 1819.]
# The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley (ed. Hutchinson, 1914)/Another Version of the Same

ANOTHER VERSION OF THE SAME
[Published by Rossetti, Complete P. W. of P. B. S., 1870, from the Trelawny MS. of Edward Williams's play, The Promise: or, A Year, a Month, and a Day.]
# The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley (ed. Hutchinson, 1914)/Autumn: A Dirge

AUTUMN: A DIRGE
[Published by Mrs. Shelley, Posthumous Poems, 1824.]
# The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley (ed. Hutchinson, 1914)/Cancelled Passage (from Ode to Liberty)

ODE TO LIBERTY
* ↑ into] unto Harvard MS.
* ↑ inverse cj. Rossetti; in verse 1820.
* ↑ See the Bacchae of Euripides.—[Shelley's Note.]
* ↑ lore 1839; love 1820.
* ↑ shattered] scattered cj. Rossetti.
* ↑ wand 1820; want 1839.
* ↑ 194 us] as cj. Forman.
* ↑ King Boscombe MS.; * * * * 1820, 1839; Christ cj. Swinburne.
* ↑ 249 Or 1839; O, 1820.
* ↑ 250 Driving 1820; Diving 1839.
# The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley (ed. Hutchinson, 1914)/Buona Notte

BUONA NOTTE
* ↑ Buona Notte—2 sarà] sia 1834.
* ↑ 4 buona] bene 1834.
* ↑ 9 Come] Quanto 1834.