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# The Harp-Weaver/That Love at length should find

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That Love at length should find me out and bring This fierce and trivial brow unto the dust, Is, after all, I must confess, but just; There is a subtle beauty in this thing, A wry perfection; wherefore now let sing All voices how into my throat is thrust, Unwelcome as Death’s own, Love’s bitter crust, All criers proclaim it, and all steeples ring. This being done, there let the matter rest. What more remains is neither here nor there. That you requite me not is plain to see; Myself your slave herein have I confessed: Thus far, indeed, the world may mock at me; But if I suffer, it is my own affair.
# The Harp-Weaver/So she came back

SONNETS FROM AN UNGRAFTED TREE
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So she came back into his house again And watched beside his bed until he died, Loving him not at all. The winter rain Splashed in the painted butter-tub outside, Where once her red geraniums had stood, Where still their rotted stalks were to be seen; The thin log snapped; and she went out for wood, Bareheaded, running the few steps between The house and shed; there, from the sodden eaves Blown back and forth on ragged ends of twine, Saw the dejected creeping-jinny vine, (And one, big-aproned, blithe, with stiff blue sleeves Rolled to the shoulder that warm day in spring, Who planted seeds, musing ahead to their far blossoming).
# The Harp-Weaver/Siege

SIEGE
This I do, being mad:
Gather baubles about me, Sit in a circle of toys, and all the time Death beating the door in.
White jade and an orange pitcher, Hindu idol, Chinese god,— Maybe next year, when I'm richer— Carved beads and a lotus pod. . . .
And all this time Death beating the door in.
# The Harp-Weaver/Souvenir

SOUVENIR
Just a rainy day or two In a windy tower, That was all I had of you— Saving half an hour
Marred by greeting passing groups In a cinder walk, Near some naked blackberry hoops Dim with purple chalk.
I remember three or four Things you said in spite, And an ugly coat you wore, Plaided black and white.
Just a rainy day or two And a bitter word. Why do I remember you As a singing bird?
# The Harp-Weaver/Spring Song

SPRING SONG
I know why the yellow forsythia
Holds its breath and will not bloom, And the robin thrusts his beak in: his wing.
Want me to tell you? Think you can bear it? Cover your eyes with your hand and hear it. You know how cold the days are still? And everybody saying how late the Spring is? Well—cover your eyes with your hand—the thing is, There isn’t going to be any Spring.
No parking here! No parking here! They said to Spring: No parking here!
Spring came on as she always does, Laid her hand on the yellow forsythia,— Little boys turned in their sleep and smiled, Dreaming of marbles, dreaming of agates; Little girls leapt from their beds to see Spring come by with her painted wagons, Colored wagons creaking with wonder—
Laid her hand on the robin’s throat;
When up comes you-know-who, my dear, You-know-who in a fine blue coat, And says to Spring: No parking here!
No parking here! No parking here! Move on! Move on! No parking here!
Come walk with me in the city gardens. (Better keep an eye out for you-know-who) Did ever you see such a sickly showing?— Middle of June, and nothing growing; The gardeners peer and scratch their heads And drop their sweat on the tulip-beds, But not a blade thrusts through.
Come move on! Don't you know how to walk? No parking here! And no back-talk!
Oh, well,—hell, it’s all for the best. She certainly made a lot of clutter, Dropping petals under the trees, Taking your mind off your bread and butter.
Anyhow, it’s nothing to me. I can remember, and so can you,
(Though we’d better watch out for you-know-who, When we sit around remembering Spring).
We shall hardly notice in a year or two. You can get accustomed to anything.
# The Harp-Weaver/Still will I harvest beauty

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Still will I harvest beauty where it grows: In coloured fungus and the spotted fog Surprised on foods forgotten; in ditch and bog Filmed brilliant with irregular rainbows Of rust and oil, where half a city throws Its empty tins; and in some spongy log Whence headlong leaps the oozy emerald frog. . . . And a black pupil in the green scum shows. Her the inhabiter of divers places Surmising at all doors, I push them all. Oh, you that fearful of a creaking hinge Turn back forevermore with craven faces, I tell you Beauty bears an ultra fringe Unguessed of you upon her gossamer shawl!
# The Harp-Weaver/Tenderly, in those times

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Tenderly, in those times, as though she fed An ailing child—with sturdy propping up Of its small, feverish body in the bed, And steadying of its hands about the cup— She gave her husband of her body’s strength, Thinking of men, what helpless things they were, Until he turned and fell asleep at length, And stealthily stirred the night and spoke to her. Familiar, at such moments, like a friend, Whistled far off the long, mysterious train, And she could see in her mind’s vision plain The magic World, where cities stood on end . . . Remote from where she lay—and yet—between, Save for something asleep beside her, only the window screen.
# The Harp-Weaver/The Betrothal

THE BETROTHAL
Oh, come, my lad, or go, my lad, And love me if you like. I shall not hear the door shut Nor the knocker strike.
Oh, bring me gifts or beg me gifts, And wed me if you will. I’d make a man a good wife, Sensible and still.
And why should I be cold, my lad, And why should you repine, Because I love a dark head That never will be mine?
I might as well be easing you As lie alone in bed And waste the night in wanting A cruel dark head.
You might as well be calling yours What never will be his, And one of us be happy. There’s few enough as is.
# The Harp-Weaver/Sometimes when I am wearied

VII
Sometimes when I am wearied suddenly Of all the things that are the outward you, And my gaze wanders ere your tale is through To webs of my own weaving, or I see Abstractedly your hands about your knee And wonder why I love you as I do, Then I recall, “Yet Sorrow' thus he drew”; Then I consider, Pride thus painted he.” Oh, friend, forget not, when you fain would note In me a beauty that was never mine, How first you knew me in a book I wrote, How first you loved me for a written line: So are we bound till broken is the throat Of Song, and Art no more leads out the Nine.
# The Four Invisibles

Extracted from Adventure magazine, 1919-05-03, pp. 4–32. To Mr. Daniells, Sir Jasper Ferrars' butler, it was merely a coincidence that brought together at Stanton Manor the stranger he had met at the ruined Three Choughs and the Hanoverian, Baron von Hanstedt, during his master's mysterious absence. But, of course, he knew nothing of the “Four Invisibles.” A tale of Eighteenth-Century France and England.
THE FOUR INVISIBLES A Complete Novelette
By Egerton Castle
* I. the end of the three choughs
* II. the watches of the night
* III. a leap in the dark
* IV. the forest of montgomercy
* V. the spanish lady and the bibliophile
* VI. the discreet house at st. mandé
* VII. dead men's shoes
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# The Heimskringla; or, Chronicle of the Kings of Norway

* Volume I
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* Volume III
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# The Height of the Ridiculous

I wrote some lines once on a time  In wondrous merry mood, And though, as usual, men would say  They were exceeding good.
They were so queer, so very queer,  I laughed as I would die; Albeit, in the general way,  A sober man am I.
I called my servant, and he came;  How kind it was of him To mind a slender man like me,  He of the mighty limb.
"These to the print," I exclaimed,  And, in my humorous way, I added, (as a trifling jest,)  "There'll be the devil to pay."
He took the paper, and I watched,  And saw him peep within; At the first line he read, his face  Was all upon the grin.
He read the next, the grin grew broad,  And shot from ear to ear; He read the third; a chuckling noise  I now began to hear.
The fourth; he broke into a roar;  The fifth; his waistband split; The sixth; he burst five buttons off,  And tumbled in a fit.
Ten days and nights, with sleepless eye,  I watched that wretched man, And since, I never dare to write  As funny as I can.
# The Hymns of the Rigveda/Book 9

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# The Girl without Hands

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# The Girl without Hands (Grimm)

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English-language translations of Das Mädchen ohne Hände include:
* "The Maiden without Hands", translated by William John Thoms, in Lays and Legends of Germany (1834) (transcription project)
* "The Girl Without Hands", translated by Margaret Raine Hunt, in Grimm's Household Tales, Volume 1 (1884)
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# The Girl on the Boat/ONE MOMENT!

Before my friend Mr. Jenkins—wait a minute, Herbert—before my friend Mr. Jenkins formally throws this book open to the public, I should like to say a few words. You, sir, and you, and you at the back, if you will kindly restrain your impatience.... There is no need to jostle. There will be copies for all. Thank you. I shall not detain you long.
I wish to clear myself of a possible charge of plagiarism. You smile. Ah! but you don't know. You don't realise how careful even a splendid fellow like myself has to be. You wouldn't have me go down to posterity as Pelham the Pincher, would you? No! Very well, then. By the time this volume is in the hands of the customers, everybody will, of course, have read Mr. J. Storer Clouston's "The Lunatic at Large Again." (Those who are chumps enough to miss it deserve no consideration.) Well, both the hero of "The Lunatic" and my "Sam Marlowe" try to get out of a tight corner by hiding in a suit of armour in the hall of a country-house. Looks fishy, yes? And yet I call on Heaven to witness that I am innocent, innocent. And, if the word of Northumberland Avenue[Pg vi] Wodehouse is not sufficient, let me point out that this story and Mr. Clouston's appeared simultaneously in serial form in their respective magazines. This proves, I think, that at these cross-roads, at any rate, there has been no dirty work. All right, Herb., you can let 'em in now.
P. G. WODEHOUSE.
Constitutional Club, Northumberland Avenue.
# The Girl on the Boat/WHAT THIS STORY IS ABOUT

It was Sam Marlowe's fate to fall in love with a girl on the R.M.S. "Atlantic" (New York to Southampton) who had ideals. She was looking for a man just like Sir Galahad, and refused to be put off with any inferior substitute. A lucky accident on the first day of the voyage placed Sam for the moment in the Galahad class, but he could not stay the pace.
He follows Billie Bennett "around," scheming, blundering and hoping, so does the parrot faced young man Bream Mortimer, Sam's rival.
There is a somewhat hectic series of events at Windles, a country house in Hampshire, where Billie's ideals still block the way and Sam comes on in spite of everything.
Then comes the moment when Billie. … It is a Wodehouse novel in every sense of the term.
# The Girls of Central High on the Stage

Volume 4 in the Girls of Central High series
The Girls
of Central High
on the Stage
OR
The Play That Took The Prize
BY
GERTRUDE W. MORRISON
Author of The Girls of Central High, The Girls of Central High on Lake Luna, etc.
ILLUSTRATED
THE WORLD SYNDICATE PUBLISHING CO.
Made in U. S. A.
Copyright, 1914, by
GROSSET & DUNLAP
Press of
THE COMMERCIAL BOOKBINDING CO. Cleveland
AND SO JESS MORSE STEPPED FORWARD, BASHFULLY, AND FACED THE AUDIENCE.
CONTENTS
| CHAPTER | CHAPTER | PAGE |
| I | What The M. O. R.'s Needed | 1 |
| II | What Josephine Morse Needed | 9 |
| III | What Mr. Chumley Needed | 18 |
| IV | What Mrs. Prentice Needed | 28 |
| V | There is a General Need | 34 |
| VI | It All Comes Out | 40 |
| VII | The Hand Held Out | 50 |
| VIII | The Race is On | 60 |
| IX | A Skating Party | 70 |
| X | The Mid-Term Examination | 80 |
| XI | Missing | 87 |
| XII | Counsel for the Defense | 95 |
| XIII | A Way is Opened | 104 |
| XIV | In Suspense | 113 |
| XV | A Mile a Minute | 121 |
| XVI | "Just Like a Story Book" | 128 |
| XVII | Lily Pendleton is Dissatisfied | 139 |
| XVIII | The Ski Runners | 146 |
| XIX | The First Dress Rehersal | 153 |
| XX | "Mr. Pizotti" | 160 ​ |
| XXI | Mother Wit Puts Two and Two Together | 170 |
| XXII | Mrs. Plornish | 178 |
| XXIII | "Caught on the Fly" | 187 |
| XXIV | The Great Night | 197 |
| XXV | Good News for Jess | 202 |
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# The Hesperides & Noble Numbers/Hesperides/Conformity

76. CONFORMITY.
Conformity was ever known A foe to dissolution: Nor can we that a ruin call, Whose crack gives crushing unto all.
# The Hesperides & Noble Numbers/Hesperides/Content, Not Cates

312. CONTENT, NOT CATES.
'Tis not the food, but the content That makes the table's merriment. Where trouble serves the board, we eat The platters there as soon as meat. A little pipkin with a bit Of mutton or of veal in it, Set on my table, trouble-free, More than a feast contenteth me.
# The Hesperides & Noble Numbers/Hesperides/Corinna's Going a-Maying

178. CORINNA'S GOING A-MAYING.
Get up, get up for shame, the blooming morn Upon her wings presents the god unshorn. See how Aurora throws her fair Fresh-quilted colours through the air: Get up, sweet slug-a-bed, and see The dew bespangling herb and tree. Each flower has wept and bow'd toward the east Above an hour since: yet you not dress'd; Nay! not so much as out of bed? When all the birds have matins said And sung their thankful hymns, 'tis sin, Nay, profanation to keep in, Whereas a thousand virgins on this day Spring, sooner than the lark, to fetch in May.
Rise and put on your foliage, and be seen To come forth, like the spring-time, fresh and green, And sweet as Flora. Take no care For jewels for your gown or hair: Fear not; the leaves will strew Gems in abundance upon you: Besides, the childhood of the day has kept, Against you come, some orient pearls unwept; Come and receive them while the light Hangs on the dew-locks of the night: And Titan on the eastern hill Retires himself, or else stands still Till you come forth. Wash, dress, be brief in praying: Few beads are best when once we go a-Maying.
Come, my Corinna, come; and, coming, mark How each field turns a street, each street a park Made green and trimm'd with trees: see how Devotion gives each house a bough Or branch: each porch, each door ere this An ark, a tabernacle is, Made up of white-thorn neatly interwove; As if here were those cooler shades of love. Can such delights be in the street And open fields and we not see't? Come, we'll abroad; and let's obey The proclamation made for May: And sin no more, as we have done, by staying; But, my Corinna, come, let's go a-Maying.
There's not a budding boy or girl this day But is got up, and gone to bring in May. A deal of youth, ere this, is come Back, and with white-thorn laden home. Some have despatch'd their cakes and cream Before that we have left to dream: And some have wept, and woo'd, and plighted troth, And chose their priest, ere we can cast off sloth: Many a green-gown has been given; Many a kiss, both odd and even: Many a glance too has been sent From out the eye, love's firmament; Many a jest told of the keys betraying This night, and locks pick'd, yet we're not a-Maying.
Come, let us go while we are in our prime; And take the harmless folly of the time. We shall grow old apace, and die Before we know our liberty. Our life is short, and our days run As fast away as does the sun; And, as a vapour or a drop of rain, Once lost, can ne'er be found again, So when or you or I are made A fable, song, or fleeting shade, All love, all liking, all delight Lies drowned with us in endless night. Then while time serves, and we are but decaying, Come, my Corinna, come, let's go a-Maying.
Beads, prayers.
Left to dream, ceased dreaming.
Green-gown, tumble on the grass.
# The Hesperides & Noble Numbers/Hesperides/Dangers Wait on Kings

80. DANGERS WAIT ON KINGS.
As oft as night is banish'd by the morn, So oft we'll think we see a king new born.
# The Hesperides & Noble Numbers/Hesperides/Delight in Disorder

83. DELIGHT IN DISORDER.
A sweet disorder in the dress Kindles in clothes a wantonness: A lawn about the shoulders thrown Into a fine distraction: An erring lace which here and there Enthralls the crimson stomacher: A cuff neglectful, and thereby Ribbons to flow confusedly: A winning wave, deserving note, In the tempestuous petticoat: A careless shoe-string, in whose tie I see a wild civility: Do more bewitch me than when art Is too precise in every part.
# The Hesperides & Noble Numbers/Hesperides/Clemency

335. CLEMENCY.
For punishment in war it will suffice If the chief author of the faction dies; Let but few smart, but strike a fear through all; Where the fault springs there let the judgment fall.
# The Hesperides & Noble Numbers/Hesperides/Comfort to a Lady Upon the Death of Her Husband

259. COMFORT TO A LADY UPON THE DEATH OF HER HUSBAND.
Dry your sweet cheek, long drown'd with sorrow's rain, Since, clouds dispers'd, suns gild the air again. Seas chafe and fret, and beat, and overboil, But turn soon after calm as balm or oil. Winds have their time to rage; but when they cease The leafy trees nod in a still-born peace. Your storm is over; lady, now appear Like to the peeping springtime of the year. Off then with grave clothes; put fresh colours on, And flow and flame in your vermilion. Upon your cheek sat icicles awhile; Now let the rose reign like a queen, and smile.
# The Hesperides & Noble Numbers/Hesperides/Devotion Makes the Deity

288. DEVOTION MAKES THE DEITY.
Who forms a godhead out of gold or stone Makes not a god, but he that prays to one.
# The Hesperides & Noble Numbers/Hesperides/Clothes Do but Cheat and Cozen Us

402. CLOTHES DO BUT CHEAT AND COZEN US.
Away with silks, away with lawn, I'll have no scenes or curtains drawn; Give me my mistress as she is, Dress'd in her nak'd simplicities; For as my heart e'en so mine eye Is won with flesh, not drapery.
# The Hesperides & Noble Numbers/Hesperides/Crosses

275. CROSSES.
Though good things answer many good intents, Crosses do still bring forth the best events.
# The Habitat of the Eurypterida/Vita

VITA
Marjorie O'Connell. Born in Newark, New Jersey, 15 August, 1890. Received pre-collegiate education during fifteen years' attendance at the Ethical Culture School, New York City, graduated therefrom in 1908.
Entered Barnard College in 1908; specialized in geology and mathematics. Received B. A.degree in 1911.
In 1911 entered upon graduate work in the Department of Geology, Columbia University, where for five years she has been trained primarily in methods of research in palæontology and stratigraphy under Professor Grabau; general work in other branches of geology has also been pursued under Professors Kemp, Berkey, and Johnson; in mineralogy under Professor Moses; and in zoölogy under Professor R. Osborn. Received M.A. degree in 1912.
Honors and Prizes Received. Undergraduate honors in mathematics 1910, 1911, 1912, in geology 1911; general honors in 1910, 1911. The present paper awarded the Walker first prize by the Boston Society of Natural History, May 1914. Curtis scholar in Geology, 1912–13.
​Positions held. 1911–1915: part time research assistant for Michigan Geological Survey under Professor Grabau; 1912, 1913, research and editorial assistant on the Principles of Stratigraphy; summers of 1912, 1913, assistant and of 1914, instructor in geology, Columbia University Summer School; 1913–1914 visiting lecturer in geology, Adelphi College, Brooklyn, New York; 1914–1916, Curator in Palæontology pro tem, Columbia University.
Membership in Scientific Societies. Phi Beta Kappa; Sigma Xi; New York Academy of Sciences (Associate); American Association for the Advancement of Science; National Geographic Society; Palæontological Society of America.
Papers Previously Published:
| 1913. | Distribution and Occurrence of the Eurypterids. Bull. G. S. A., Vol. XXIV, pp. 499–515. |
| 1914. | Revision of the Genus Zaphrentis. Annals of the New York Acad. of Sciences, Vol. XXIII, pp. 177–192. |
| 1914. | Description of Some New Siluric Gastropods. Bull. Buff. Soc. Nat. Sci., Vol. XI, pp. 93–103, 1 pl. |
| 1915. | Description of a New Species of Foraminiferan, Orbitoides kempi O'Connell. Trans. Am. Instit. Mining Engineers for 1915, 2 pp. |
# The Habitat of the Eurypterida/Concluding Remarks

CONCLUDING REMARKS
When the significance of the distribution and of the occurrence of the eurypterids is given its full importance, there can no longer be any doubt that the eurypterids at no time of their known history were normally marine organisms. We cannot conceive of marine animals presenting such localized occurrences and yet having such wide distribution as a class. The question of transit seems not to have been considered by previous authors, and yet it is one of the greatest importance. If we suppose that the eurypterids lived in the Palæozoic rivers, we have furnished them with the proper milieu for individual as well as racial development. For we must not overlook the fact that when these animals make their appearance in numbers, they are already highly differentiated. To a river dweller migrations from the headwaters of one river system to those of another are easily possible, and this is the only way by which we can account for the distribution of these organisms, unless we assume migrations along continuous shore lines which is, however, negatived by the lack of remains in the shore deposits of the period in which they most abound. Furthermore, the segregation into "pools" can be accounted for only by assuming that these "pools" were fed each by its own river system. A candid and unbiased survey of the facts presented cannot but lead to the unqualified belief in the fluviatile habits of these remarkable arthropods of the Palæozoic era of the earth's history.