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# The Story of the Iliad/Chapter 1

THE STORY OF THE ILIAD.
CHAPTER I.
OF WHAT BEFELL BEFORE THE QUARREL.
Leda, the wife of Tyndareus, King of Sparta, bare a daughter, Helen by name, that grew to be the fairest of all women upon earth. She married Menelaüs, son of Atreus, and for a while dwelt in peace with her husband, bearing him a daughter, Hermioné by name. But there came to the court of Menelaüs, who was by this time King of Sparta, a certain Paris, second in birth among the sons of Priam, King of Troy. Him did Menelaüs hospitably entertain, but Paris repaid his kindness with evil, for he carried off his wife, the fair Helen, and took with her many of the King's possessions.
Then Menelaüs, with his elder brother Agamemnon, who was over-lord of all the ​Greeks, went to all the chiefs, and prayed that they would help them to avenge this wrong. Thus was a great host gathered together, even a hundred thousand men, and eleven hundred fourscore and six ships. At Aulis in Eubœa was their gathering; and from Aulis they crossed over to Troy.
The great chiefs of the host were these:—
First the two brothers, the sons of Atreus.
Next Diomed, the son of Tydeus, and with him Sthenelus.
Nestor, son of Neleus, who had outlived three generations of mortal men.
Ulysses, son of Laertes, from Ithaca.
Thoas the Ætolian.
Idomeneus, King of Crete, and Meriones with him.
Tlepolemus, son of Hercules, from Rhodes.
Eumelus, son of Admetus and Alcestis, from Thessaly.
And, bravest and strongest of all, Achilles, and with him Patroclus.
For nine years did the Greeks besiege the city of Troy. They prevailed, indeed, in the field, but could not break through the walls.
​Now because they had been away from their homes for many years, they were in want of things needful. Therefore it was their custom to leave part of the army to watch the city, and with part to spoil the cities in the country round about. And in this way the great quarrel that caused such trouble to the host came about.
# The Story of the Iliad

The Gods descending to battle.
THE STORY OF THE ILIAD.15em
BY THE
Rev. ALFRED J. CHURCH, M.A.
Sometime Professor of Latin in University College, London
With Illustrations after Flaxman
SECOND EDITION
LONDON SEELEY AND CO., LIMITED ESSEX STREET, STRAND 1895
Copyright in the United States.
PREFACE
Fourteen years ago, in introducing my 'Stories from Homer' to the public, I expressed the hope that they would 'represent Homer not unfaithfully to readers, old and young, who did not know him in the original.' The book has found, on both sides of the Atlantic, many such readers, and not a few, I am proud to think, who, knowing the original, have judged this adaptation to be not altogether unworthy of it. If I could have anticipated so warm a welcome for my little work—the sale now exceeds twenty thousand copies—I should not have attempted to compress into a single volume the substance of the two poems. The two volumes which I ​now publish, under the titles of 'The Story of the Iliad,' and 'The Story of the Odyssey,' give a much fuller, and, I trust, a more adequate presentment of them. In the first of these the narrative has been made continuous and completed by a beginning and an ending, both very brief, and containing, it may be said, nothing that is not strictly Homeric; in the second, Homer's own order has been restored, so that Ulysses now tells his adventures in the first person.
A. C.
CONTENTS
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
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# The Wind in the Willows (1913)

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THE WIND IN THE WILLOWS
The Piper at the Gates of Dawn
THE WIND
IN THE WILLOWS
BY KENNETH GRAHAME
ILLUSTRATED BY PAUL BRANSOM
NEW YORK CHARLES SCRIBNER’S SONS MCMXIII
Copyright, 1908, 1913, by CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS
Published October, 1913
CONTENTS
ILLUSTRATIONS
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# The Wedding

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* The Wedding, a poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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# The Web of the Sun (Adventure Magazine, 1922)/Foreword

p. 4.

### Foreword by the Transcriber

I CULTIVATE strangers because it is a tenet of mine that no human being is worth talking to for more than sixty minutes. I go further and hold that it is indiscreet, not to say immoral, to indulge in repeated conversations with any man.
My reasoning on this point is as follows:
Every normal human being desires in his conversation to entertain. When the interesting facts of his life are exhausted (which usually occurs well within the sixty-minute limit) the talker is apt to resort to non-factual material.
However, when two strangers meet, their pasts are to each other virgin fields. It is unnecessary for them to lie. When one does, it is usually because his listener has exhibited listlessness or restlessness and he attempts to supply interest in his narrative
A good listener almost always hears a truthful tale; a bad listener demoralizes the most sincere man. I should say, if there be an after life in which the good and evil of our earthly existences are punished and rewarded, I should say that —— is paved with bad listeners.
I, myself, am, by profession, a skilful listener. When I heard this story in a little Rio Janeiro wine-shop, Charles Lassiter, who told it, was a complete stranger to me. Therefore it had the psychological setting of truth. Likewise, it possessed every internal evidence of verity. Nevertheless, I have always hesitated to publish the account Lassiter gave me of his sojourn in Motobatl in the year 1917, and of his, shall I say, explosion out of that sinister land.
Personally I have never doubted the genuineness of his narrative. His manner, voice, gesture, his changing color and once, his tears, bore the imprint of sincerity. But heretofore, I did not care to hazard my professional standing as a representative of the Associated Press by publishing so strange a relation upon the uncorroborated word of one man.
Fortunately, the appearance of Cecil Hindshaw's elaborate new volume, “'A Naturalist on the Upper Amazon',” has furnished exactly the corroboration required.
I say, “fortunately,” but really the shoe now pinches the other foot. Sir Cecil's elaborate work not only has allayed all doubt, it has killed all the novelty and all the timeliness of Charles Lassiter's unscientific account. However, the latter is presented herewith, not for its details, which have become trite, but for the human interest it contains, and for a certain dramatic element, which naturally Sir Cecil carefully avoided.
Indeed the dénouement resolves itself so nearly into the form of the more reserved and realistic type of modern fiction, that I have frankly cast the whole narrative into fictional mold, always presupposing, however, a mental attitude in the reader as toward all ordinary fact article.—T. S. S.
* ↑ See “A Naturalist on the Upper Amazon,” Hindshaw. Wier & Duffing, 16 Picadilly Cross, London, 20s. 6d.
# The Tragedy of Romeo and Juliet (Dowden)/Act 4/Scene 2

SCENE II.—The Same. Hall in Capulet's house.
Enter Capulet, Lady Capulet, Nurse, and Servingmen.
| Cap. | So many guests invite as here are writ.—[Exit Servant.Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks. |
| Second Serv. | You shall have none ill, sir, for I'll try if they can lick their fingers. |
| Cap. | How canst thou try them so?5 |
| Second Serv. | Marry, sir, 'tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers: therefore he that cannot lick his fingers goes not with me. |
| Cap. | Go, be gone.—[Exit Second Servant. We shall be much unfurnish'd for this time.10 What, is my daughter gone to Friar Laurence? |
| Nurse. | Ay, forsooth. |
| Cap. | Well, he may chance to do some good on her: A peevish self-will'd harlotry it is. |
Enter Juliet.
| Nurse. | See where she comes from shrift with merry look.15 |
| Cap. | How now, my headstrong! where have you been gadding? |
| Jul. | Where I have learn'd me to repent the sin Of disobedient opposition To you and your behests, and am enjoin'd By holy Laurence to fall prostrate here,20 To beg your pardon. Pardon, I beseech you! Henceforward I am ever ruled by you. |
| Cap. | Send for the county; go, tell him of this: I'll have this knot knit up to-morrow morning. |
| Jul. | I met the youthful lord at Laurence' cell,25 And gave him what becomed love I might, Not stepping o'er the bounds of modesty. |
| Cap. | Why, I am glad on 't; this is well: stand up: This is as 't should be.—Let me see the county; Ay, marry, go, I say, and fetch him hither.—30 Now, afore God, this reverend holy friar, All our whole city is much bound to him. |
| Jul. | Nurse, will you go with me into my closet, To help me sort such needful ornaments As you think fit to furnish me to-morrow?35 |
| Lady Cap. | No, not till Thursday; there is time enough. |
| Cap. | Go, nurse, go with her: we'll to church to-morrow.[Exeunt Juliet and Nurse. |
| Lady Cap. | We shall be short in our provision: 'Tis now near night. |
| Cap. | Tush, I will stir about, And all things shall be well, I warrant thee, wife:40 Go thou to Juliet, help to deck up her; I'll not to bed to-night; let me alone; ​I'll play the housewife for this once.—What, ho!— They are all forth: well, I will walk myself To County Paris, to prepare him up45 Against to-morrow. My heart is wondrous light, Since this same wayward girl is so reclaim'd.[Exeunt. |
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# The Tragedy of Romeo and Juliet (Dowden)/Act 4/Scene 4

SCENE IV.—The Same. Hall in Capulet's house.
Enter Lady Capulet and Nurse.
| Lady Cap. | Hold, take these keys, and fetch more spices, nurse. |
| Nurse. | They call for dates and quinces in the pastry. |
Enter Capulet.
| Cap. | Come, stir, stir, stir! the second cock hath crow'd, The curfew bell hath rung, 'tis three o' clock: Look to the baked meats, good Angelica:5 Spare not for cost. |
| Nurse. | Spare not for cost. Go, you cot-quean, go, Get you to bed; faith, you'll be sick to-morrow For this night's watching. |
| Cap. | No, not a whit: what, I have watch'd ere now All night for lesser cause, and ne'er been sick.10 |
| Lady Cap. | Ay, you have been a mouse-hunt in your time; ​But I will watch you from such watching now. |
| Cap. | A jealous-hood, a jealous-hood!— Enter three or four Servingmen, with spits, logs, and baskets. A jealous-hood, a jealous-hood!— Now, fellow, What's there? |
| First Serv. | Things for the cook, sir, but I know not what.15 |
| Cap. | Make haste, make haste.Make haste, make haste. [Exit first Serv.]— Sirrah, fetch drier logs: Call Peter, he will show thee where they are. |
| Second Serv. | I have a head, sir, that will find out logs, And never trouble Peter for the matter.[Exit. |
| Cap. | Mass, and well said; a merry whoreson, ha!20 Thou shalt be logger-head.—Good faith, 'tis day: The county will be here with music straight, For so he said he would.[Music within. For so he said he would. I hear him near.— Nurse!—Wife!—What, ho!—What, nurse, I say! ​ Re-enter Nurse. Go waken Juliet, go, and trim her up;25 I'll go and chat with Paris:—hie, make haste, Make haste; the bridegroom he is come already: Make haste, I say.[Exeunt. |
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# The Tragedy of Romeo and Juliet (Dowden)/Act 5/Scene 2

SCENE II.—Verona. Friar Laurence's cell.
Enter Friar John.
| Fri. John. | Holy Franciscan friar! brother, ho! |
Enter Friar Laurence.
| Fri. Lau. | This same should be the voice of Friar John.— Welcome from Mantua: what says Romeo? Or, if his mind be writ, give me his letter. |
| Fri. John. | Going to find a bare-foot brother out,5 One of our order, to associate me, Here in this city visiting the sick, And finding him, the searchers of the town, Suspecting that we both were in a house Where the infectious pestilence did reign,10 Seal'd up the doors, and would not let us forth; So that my speed to Mantua there was stay'd. |
| Fri. Lau. | Who bare my letter then to Romeo? |
| Fri. John. | I could not send it,—here it is again,— Nor get a messenger to bring it thee,15 So fearful were they of infection. |
| Fri. Lau. | Unhappy fortune! by my brotherhood, ​The letter was not nice, but full of charge Of dear import; and the neglecting it May do much danger. Friar John, go hence;20 Get me an iron crow, and bring it straight Unto my cell. |
| Fri. John. | Brother, I'll go and bring it thee.[Exit. |
| Fri. Lau. | Now must I to the monument alone; Within this three hours will fair Juliet wake:25 She will beshrew me much that Romeo Hath had no notice of these accidents; But I will write again to Mantua, And keep her at my cell till Romeo come: Poor living corse, closed in a dead man's tomb!30[Exit. |
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# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 18/Bouts Rimés, on Signora Domitilla

BOUTS RIMÉS.
ON SIGNORA DOMITILLA.
OUR schoolmaster may rave i' th' fit Of classick beauty hæc & illa, Not all his birch inspires such wit As th' ogling beams of Domitilla.
Let nobles toast, in bright champaign, Nymphs higher born than Domitilla; I'll drink her health, again, again, In Berkeley's tar, or sars'parilla.
At Goodman's Fields I've much admired The postures strange of monsieur Brilla; But what are they to the soft step, The gliding air, of Domitilla?
Virgil has eternized in song The flying footsteps of Camilla: Sure, as a prophet, he was wrong; He might have dream'd of Domitilla. ​
Great Theodose condemn'd a town For thinking ill of his Placilla; And deuse take London! if some knight O' th' city wed not Domitilla.
Wheeler, sir George, in travels wise, Gives us a medal of Plantilla; But O! the empress has not eyes, Nor lips, nor breast, like Domitilla.
Not all the wealth of plundered Italy, Piled on the mules of king At-tila, Is worth one glove (I’ll not tell a bit a lie) Or garter, snatch'd from Domitilla.
Five years a nymph at certain hamlet, Y-cleped Harrow of the Hill, a- — bus'd much my heart, and was a damn'd let To verse — but now for Domitilla.
Dan Pope consigns Belinda's watch To the fair sylphid Momentilla, And thus I offer up my catch To th’ snow-white hands of Domitilla.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 18/Ay and No: A Tale from Dublin

AY AND NO.
A TALE FROM DUBLIN,
WRITTEN IN 1737.
AT Dublin's high feast sat primate and dean, Both dress'd like divines, with band and face clean. Quoth Hugh of Armagh, "The mob is grown bold." "Ay, ay," quoth the dean, "the cause is old gold." "No, no," quoth the primate, "if causes we sift, This mischief arises from witty dean Swift." The smart one replied, "There's no wit in the case; And nothing of that ever troubled your grace. ​Though with your state sieve your own notions you split, A Boulter by name is no bolter of wit. It's matter of weight, and a mere money job; But the lower the coin the higher the mob. Go tell your friend Bob and the other great folk, That sinking the coin is a dangerous joke. The Irish dear joys have enough common sense, To treat gold reduced like Wood's copper pence. It is pity a prelate should die without law; But if I say the word — take care of Armagh!"
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 18/Billet to a Company of Players

BILLET TO A COMPANY OF PLAYERS.
THE enclosed prologue is formed upon the story of the secretary's not suffering you to act, unless you would pay him 300l. per annum; upon which, you got a license from the lord mayor to act as strollers.
The prologue supposes, that, upon your being forbidden to act, a company of country strollers came and hired the playhouse, and your clothes, etc., to act in.
THE PROLOGUE.
Our set of strollers, wandering up and down, Hearing the house was empty, came to town; And, with a license from our good lord mayor, Went to one Griffith, formerly a player; Him we persuaded, with a moderate bribe, To speak to Elrington and all the tribe, To let our company supply their places, And hire us out their scenes, and clothes, and faces. Is not the truth the truth? Look full on me; I am not Elrington, nor Griffith he. When we perform, look sharp among our crew, There's not a creature here you ever knew. The former folks were servants to the king; We, humhle strollers, always on the wing. Now, for my part, I think upon the whole, Rather than starve, a better man would stroll. ​Stay! let me see — Three hundred pounds a year, For leave to act in town! — 'Tis plaguy dear. Now, here's a warrant; gallants, please to mark, For three thirteens and sixpence to the clerk. Three hundred pounds! Were I the price to fix, The publick should bestow the actors six, A score of guineas, given underhand, For a good word or so, we understand. To help an honest lad, that's out of place, May cost a crown or so; a common case: And, in a crew, 'tis no injustice thought To ship a rogue, and pay him not a groat. But, in the chronicles of former ages, Who ever heard of servants paying wages? I pity Elrington with all my heart; Would he were here this night, to act my part! I told him what it was to be a stroller; How free we acted, and had no comptroller: In every town we wait on Mr. may'r. First get a license, then produce our ware; We sound a trumpet, or we beat a drum; Huzza! (the schoolboys roar) the play'rs are come! And then we cry, to spur the bumpkins on, Gallants, by Tuesday next we must be gone. I told him, in the smoothest way I could, All this and more, yet it would do no good. But Elrington, tears falling from his cheeks, He that has shone with Betterton and Wilks, To whom our country has been always dear, Who chose to leave his dearest pledges here, Owns all your favours, here intends to stay, And, as a stroller, act in every play: And the whole crew this resolution takes, To live and die all strollers for your sakes; ​ Not frighted with an ignominious name, For your displeasure is their only shame. A pox on Elrington's majestick tone! Now to a word of business in our own. Gallants, next Thursday night will be our last; Then without fail we pack up for Belfast. Lose not your time, nor our diversions miss, The next we act shall be as good as this.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 18/Epigram on Vertiginosus

EPIGRAM BY MR. BOWYER.
'IN SYLLABAM LONGAM IN VOCE VERTIGINOSUS A D. SWIFT CORREPTAM.'
MUSARUM antistes, Phœbi numerosus alumnus, Vix omnes numeros Vertiginosus habet. Intentat charo capiti vertigo ruinam: Oh! servet cerebro nata Minerva caput. Vertigo nimium longa est, divine poeta; Dent tibi Pierides, donet Apollo, brevem.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 18/Epigram on Delacour's Complimenting Carthy on His Poetry

DR. SWIFT wrote the following Epigram on one Delacourt's complimenting Carthy, a Schoolmaster, on his Poetry.
EPIGRAM.
CARTHY, you say, writes well — his genius true; You pawn your word for him — he'll vouch for you. So two poor knaves, who find their credit fail, To cheat the world, becomes each other's bail.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 18/Character of Herodotus

CHARACTER OF HERODOTUS.
THE underwritten is copied from Dr. Swift's (dean of St. Patrick's) own handwriting in an edition of Herodotus, by Paul Stephens, the gift of the earl of Clanricard to the library of Winchester college.
"Judicium de Herodoto post longuni tempus relecto. Ctesias mendacissimus Herodotum mendaciorum arguit, exceptis paucissimus, (ut mea fert sententia) omnimodo excusandum. Cæterum diverticulis abundans hic pater historicorum filum narrationis ad tædium abrumpit: unde oritur (ut par est) legentibus confusio, et exindè oblivio. Quin et forsan ipsæ narrationes circumstartiis nimium pro re scatent. Quod ad cætera, hunc scriptorem inter apprimè laudandos censeo, neque Græcis neque Barbaris plus æquo faventem aut iniquum: in orationibus ferè brevem, simplicem, nec nimis frequentem. Neque absunt dogmata e quibus eruditus lector prudentiam tam moralem quam civilem haurire poterit.
"J. SWIFT."
"Julii 6, 1720."
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 18/Dr. Swift on His Own Deafness

WRITTEN BY DR. SWIFT,
ON HIS OWN DEAFNESS.
VERTIGINOSUS, inops, surdus, male gratus amicis; Non campana sonans, tonitru non ab Jove missum, Quod mage mirandum, saltem si credere fas est, Non clamosa meas mulier jam percutit aures.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 18/Epigram Intended to Be Placed Under the Head of Gulliver

EPIGRAM BY MR. BOWYER.
INTENDED TO BE PLACED UNDER THE HEAD OF GULLIVER, 1733.
"HERE learn, from moral truth and wit refined, How vice and folly have debased mankind; Strong sense and humour arm in virtue's cause; Thus her great votary vindicates her laws: While bold and free the glowing colours strike; Blame not the picture, if the picture's like."