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# The Riverside song book/The Hunter's Serenade

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THE HUNTER’S SERENADE.
William Cullen Bryant. German Air.
Affettuoso.
1. Thy bow’r is fin - ished, fair - est! Fit bow’r for hun - ters bride,
2. For thee the wild-grape glist - ens On sun - ny knoll and tree,
3. Come, thou hast not for - got - ten Thy pledge and prom-ise quite,
Where old woods o - ver - shad - ow The green sa - van - na’s side.
The slim pa - pa - ya ri - pens Its yel - low fruit for thee.
With ma - ny blushes mur - mered. Be - neath the even - ins light.
I've wan- der'd long, and wandered far, And nev - er have I met, . .
For thee the duck, on glass-y stream, The prai - rie-f owl shall die; . .
Then come, the vio - lets crowd my door, Thy ear - liest look to win, . .
In all this love-ly West-ern land, A spot so love - ly yet;
My ri - fle for thy feast shall bring The wild-swan from the sky.
And at my si - lent win - do w- sill The jes- sa - mine peeps in.
But I shall think it fair - er When thou art come to bless,
The for-est’s leap - ing pan - ther. Fierce, beauti - ful and fleet,
All day the red - bird war - bles Up - on the mulber-ry near,
With thy sweet smile and sil - ver voice, Its si - lent love - li - ness.
Shall yield his spot- ted hide to be A car - pet for thy feet.
And the night - spar- row trills her song All night, with none to hear.
# The Riverside song book/The Harp at Nature's Advent

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THE HARP, AT NATURE'S ADVENT STRUNG.
John Greenleaf Whittier. German Air.
1. The harp at Na - ture's ad - vent strung Has nev - er ceased
2. The green earth sends her in - cense up From many a moun - tain
3. The mists a - bove the morn-ing rills Rise white as wings
4. The winds with hymns of praise are loud, Or low with sobs of
5. The blue sky is the tern - pie's arch, Its tran - sept earth and
play; The song the stars of morn - ing sung Has
shrine; From fold - ed leaf and dew - y cup She
prayer; The al - tar - cur - tains of the hills Are
pain,— The thun - der or - gan of the cloud. The
air, The mu - sic of its star - ry march The
nev - er died a - way. Has nev - er died a - way.
pours her sa - cred wine, She pours her sa - cred wine.
sun - set's pur - ple air, Are sun - set's pur - ple air.
drop- ping tears of rain. The drop - ping tears of rain.
cho - rus of a prayer. The cho - rus of a prayer
# The Riverside song book/The Heritage

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THE HERITAGE.
James Russell Lowell. Arr. from the German. Maestoso.
1. The rich man's son in - her - its lands, And piles of brick and
2. What doth the poor man's son in - herit?Wish- es o'er- joyed with
3. Both, heirs to some six feet of sod, Are e - qual in the
stone, and gold. And he in - her - its soft white hands, And
hum - ble things, A rank ad - judg'd by toil - won merit. Con -
earth at last: Both, chil- dren of the same dear God, Prove
ten - der flesh that fears the cold. And ten - der flesh that
tent that from em - ploy - ment springs, Con - tent that from em -
ti - tie to your heir - ship vast, Prove ti - tie to your
fears the cold; Nor dares to wear a gar - ment old, A
ploy - ment springs, A heart that in his la - bor sings; A
heir - ship vast By rec - ord of a well - filled past; A
her - it - age, it seems to me, One scarce would wish to hold in fee.
her - it - age, it seems to me, A king might wish to hold in fee.
her - it - age, it seems to me, Well worth a life to hold in fee.
# The Riverside song book/The Katydid

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# The Riverside song book/The Old Year and the New

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THE OLD YEAR AND THE NEW.
John Godfrey Saxe. J. M. Sayles.
(Air: Beautiful Star.)
1. Good - by, Old Year! I can but say,
2. Good - by, Old Year! O lit - tle in - deed
3. Good - by, Old Year! with words of grace
Sad - ly I see thee pass - ing a - way;
Thy friend-ly voice we were wont to heed;
Leave us with him who takes thy place; And
Pass - ing a - way with the hopes and fears, The
Tell - ing us, warn- ing us ev - 'ry day!
say, Old Year, un - to the new,
bliss and pain, the smiles and tears, That
Tran - sient mor - tals! work and pray;
Kind - ly, care - ful - ly, car - ry them through. For
come to us in all the years,
You, like me are pass - ing a - way.
much, I ween, they have yet to do.
Chorus.
Good-by, Old Year, . . . I can but say, . . .
Good-by, Old Year, I can but say,
Sad - ly I see thee pass - ing, pass - ing a - way.
# The Riverside song book/The Little House on the Hill

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# The Suliote Mother

* The Suliote Mother, in The New Monthly Magazine Volume 13, 1825.
* The Suliote Mother, in The Forest Sanctuary, and Other Poems (Lays of Many Lands), 1825.
# The Suicide's Argument

Ere the birth of my life, if I wished it or no No question was asked me--it could not be so ! If the life was the question, a thing sent to try And to live on be YES; what can NO be ? to die.
NATURE'S ANSWER
Is't returned, as 'twas sent ? Is't no worse for the wear ? Think first, what you ARE ! Call to mind what you WERE ! I gave you innocence, I gave you hope, Gave health, and genius, and an ample scope, Return you me guilt, lethargy, despair ? Make out the invent'ry ; inspect, compare ! Then die--if die you dare !
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# The Suicide's Grave

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* The Suicide's Grave, a song by W. S. Gilbert and Arthur S. Sullivan
* The Suicide's Grave, a poem by Letitia Elizabeth Landon
* The Suicide's Grave, a poem by Dora Sigerson Shorter
# The Summer-Time is in the Rose

"The summer-time is in the rose"
* Coates, Florence Earle (1912), "The Summer-Time is in the Rose" in The Unconquered Air, and Other Poems (1912).
* Coates, Florence Earle (1916), "The Summer-Time is in the Rose" in Poems II.
# The Summer Moon

1912.
How is it, O moon, that melting Unstintedly, prodigally, On the peaks' hard majesty, Till they seem diaphanous And fluctuant as a veil, And pouring thy rapturous light Through pine and oak and laurel, Till the summer-sharpened green, Softening and tremulous, Is a luster of liquid silver— How is it that I find, When I turn again to thee, That thy lost and wasted light Is regained in one magic breath ?
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# The Summer Rain

"My books I'd fain cast off, I cannot read"
* "My books I'd fain cast off, I cannot read" in A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers (1849)
* "The Summer Rain" in Poems of Nature (1895)
# The Sailor's Tragedy (1823)/The Sailor's Tragedy

THE SAILOR's TRAGEDY.
# The Sailor's Tragedy (1826)/The sailor's tragedy

THE SAILOR'S TRAGEDY.
I am a sailor, and home I write, And in the the seas took great delight,
The female sex I did beguile At length two were by me with child.
I promised to be true to both, And bound myself under an oath, To marry them if I had life, And one of them I made my wife.
The other being left alone Saying you false deluding man, To me you've done a wicked thing, Which public shame will on me bring.
Then to the silent shade she went, Her present shame for to prevent, And soon she finished up the strife, And cut her tender thread of life.
She hung herself upon a tree, Two men a-hunting did her see; Her flesh by beasts was basely tore, Which made the young men weep full sore.
​Straight they went and cut her down, And in her breast a note was found; This note was written out at large, Bury me not I do you charge.
But on the ground here let me lie, For every one that passes by, That they by me a warning take, And see what follows e’er too late.
As he is false, I do protest That he on earth shall find no rest, And it is said she plaug'd him so, That to the seas he's forc'd to go
As he was on the main-mast high, A little boat he did espy. In it there was a Ghost so grim, That made him tremble every limb.
Dewn to the deck the young man goes, To the Captain his mind for to disclose; Here is a spirit coming hence, O Captain stand on my defence.
Upon the deck the Captain goes, Where soon he spy'd the fatal Ghost; Captain said she you must and can, With speed help me to such a man.
​In St Helen's this young man died, And in St Helen’s is his body laid; Captain, said she, do not say so, For he is in your ship below.
And if you stand in his defence, A mighty storm I will send hence, Will cause you and your men to weep, And leave you sleeping in the deep.
From the deck did the Captain go, And brought this young man to his foe, On him she fix’d her eyes so grim, Which made him tremble every limb.
It was well known I was a maid, When first by you I was betray'd, I am a spirit come for you, You beguil’d me once but I have you now.
For to preserve both ship and men, Into the boat they forced him; The boat sunk in a flash of fire, Which made the sailors all admire.
​All you that know what to love belong, Now you have heard my mournful song. Be true to one whatever you mind, And dont delude poor woman-kind.
# The Sailor's Tragedy (1826)

The Sailor's Tragedy;
To which are added,
The Poor Exile of Erin,
The Wealth of a Cottage,
And Ah Teach thy Breast.
STIRLING:
Printed by W. Macnie.
1826
* The Sailor's Tragedy
* The Poor Exile of Erin
* The Wealth of a Cottage
* Ah teach thy Breast
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# The Sailor's Tragedy (1826)/Ah teach thy breast

AH TEACH THY BREAST.
AH teach thy breast soft pity's throb, And harmonize thy rugged mind; Ah teach thy lid soft pity's tear, That gem of sentiment refin’d.
​Couldst thou once know the tender bliss The sympathising bosow knows. When at meek sorrow's sacred touch, Responsive sadness round it flows.
No more thy brow would wear that frown, Thy glance no more so sternly dart, But joys would glitter in thine eye, And peace cling gladly to thy heart.
FINIS
# The Sailor's Tragedy (1826)/The poor exile of Erin

THE POOR EXILE OF ERIN.
There came to the beach a poor Exile of Erin; The dew on his thin robe was heavy and chill, For his country he sighed when at twilight repairing To wander alone by the wind-beaten hill: But the day-star attracted his eyes sad devotion, For it rose on his own native isle of the ocean, Where once in the flow of his youthful emotion, He sung the bold anthem of Erin Go Bragh.
Oh! sad is my fate, said the heart-broken stranger, The wild deer and wolfe to a cover can flee, But I have no refuge from famine or danger, A home and a country remain not to me! Ah! never again in the green sunny bow’rs, Where my forefathers lived, shall I spend the sweet hours, Or cover my harp with the wild woven flowers, And strike to the numbers of Erin Go Bragh.
​Erin, my country; tho’ sad and forsaken, In dreams I revisit thy sea-beaten shore; But alas! in a far foreign land I awaken, And sigh for the friends that can meet me no more. Ah cruel Fate! Wilt thou never replace me, In a mansion of peace where no peril can chace me? Ah never again shall my brothers embrace me They died to defend me or live to deplore.
Where is my cabin door fast by the wild wood? Sister and sire do you weep for its fall Where is the mother that looked on my childhood, And where is the bosom friend dearer than all. All my sad soul I long abandoned by pleasure; Why did it doat on a fast falling treasure Tears like the rain-drop may fall without measure But rapture and beauty they cannot recall.
But yet all its fond recollection surpassing, One dying wish my fond bosom will draw; Erin, an exile bequeaths thee his blessing, Land of my forefathers, Erin Go Bragh. Buried and cold while my heart stills its motion; Green be thy fields, sweetest isle of the ocean, And thy harp-striking bards sing aloud with devotion, Erin ma Vourneen Erin Go Bragh.
# The Sailor's Tragedy (1826)/The wealth of a cottage

THE WEALTH OF A COTTAGE
A BLESSING unknown to ambition and praise, Which fortune can never abate; To wealth and to splendour, though often denied, Yet on poverty deigns to await; That blessing ye powers? oh, be it my lot, The choicest best gift from above, Deep fix’d in my heart, it shall ne’er be forgot- The wealth of a cottage is love.
Whate’er my condition why should I repine? By poverty never depress'd; Exulting, I felt what a pleasure was mine, A treasure enshrin’d in my breast.
That blessing, &c.
# The Tragic Muse (London & New York: Macmillan & Co., 1890)/Volume 1

THE TRAGIC MUSE
VOL. I.
THE TRAGIC MUSE
BY
HENRY JAMES
IN THREE VOLUMES
VOL. I.
London
MACMILLAN AND CO.
AND NEW YORK
1890
The Right of Translation and Reproduction is Reserved
Richard Clay & Sons, Limited, London & Bungay.
# The Talleyrand Maxim

THE TALLEYRAND MAXIM
THE BORZOI MYSTERY STORIES
ITHE WHITE ROOK
By J. B. Harris-Burland
"Exciting, entertaining, and mystifying. detective story to warm the cockles of a Sherlockian. Carries a story along with the thrills and no end of unexpected situations."—Oakland Tribune.
IITHE SOLITARY HOUSE
By E. R. Punshon
"Here is a story to start reading about 9. P.M. in the old armchair. If the wind is moaning in the chimney so much the better. A story which is 100 per cent. thrill."—Boston Record.
IIITHE SHADOW OF MALREWARD
By J. B. Harris-Burland
" . . . Holds the reader's attention, its many complications are ingeniously worked out, and it has several scenes well devised to send delightful shivers creeping along one's spine.—New York Times.
IVTHE MIDDLE-TEMPLE MURDER
By J. S. Fletcher
"The story is one of the cleverest of its kind. . . . Even the most hardened reader of detective mystery stories will remain mystified to the disclosure, yet the denouement is entirely logical and legitimately free from trickery."—New York Evening Sun.
VTHE TALLEYRAND MAXIM
By J. S. Fletcher
[In Preparation]
VITHE PATHWAY OF ADVENTURE
By Ross Tyrell
VIIDEAD MEN'S MONEY
By J. S. Fletcher
​ "Oblige me by sitting down again. I'm not the least bit afraid of your going to the police." (Chapter XIV)
THE TALLEYRAND MAXIM
BY J. S. FLETCHER
NEW YORK ALFRED · A · KNOPF MCMXXII
COPYRIGHT, 1920, BY ALFRED A. KNOPF, Inc.
PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
CONTENTS
THE TALLEYRAND MAXIM
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# The Talisman (L. E. L.)

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The Talisman by Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.)
From Heath’s Book of Beauty, 1833 Compiled by Peter J. Bolton
# The Talking Fish (An Occult Poem)

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I swam in the deep, unimpeded and free;
My home was the ancient Devonian sea.
I followed the course of the currents that flow,
Or I waited in eddies long ages ago.
Unknowing, unthinking, I sported and bred;
In my sensuous greed on my fellows I fed.
The light of your world was a meaningless glare,
And "death" was my name for your life-giving air.
Yet deep in my soul there was something amiss—
Some vitality greater and better than this;
For I felt the pure touch of the air on my gills—
Of a race higher up that its potency thrills.
Like a bird from its nest on a wind-bended bough,
From the Past, vague and silent, has fluttered the Now.
Proud man, looking up at your dazzling sky,
Are you better or braver or wiser than I?
When you scan the vast void of the measureless blue
And the points of the stars of the night pricking through?
When across your racked senses the spirit is swirled
Coming down to the gloom of an ignorant world?
Let the truth far above you come up from below—
Immortality's hope from long ages ago;
The grace that impelled when I dripped from the seas,
In my simian home; in the neoliths' trees;
That speaks in the spirit and breathes in the air;
Through eons of rising that counseled us there,
And balked our low self that it dared to impede—
The growth of the rose from the wilderness weed.
That was writ in a book or revealed by a man,
Either found or invented and wrought to his plan;
With his glow in the gloom and his warmth in the chill,
Who comes all the laws to destroy—and fulfil.
He proffers the promise of old made anew—
All the power of Truth to the heart that is true;
All the might of the light in the darkness that hides,
And your hand to the helm that the universe guides.
How happy of old I had been had I known
I should live in the flower whose bud was unblown!
I should know as I dreamed, understand as I guessed,
And leave to All-Power—as you may—the rest.
Slow move the wise ways that the Wonderful keeps,
And rich the ripe harvest Eternity reaps;
Life, rising forever from crown unto crown—
For the soul may look up as the intellect down.
# The Talking Vagina

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As it appeared in the 1914 Malecite Tales
   The following story, which was told me by Barney Sapier. of Central Kinguclear, in April 1910. shows a strong European influence, though some of the conceptions seem to be native.
Once there was a man who was a great medeulin (shaman). He could do almost anything, but the greatest thing he could do was to make anything talk. He would say to a dog, "Whose dog are you?" or to a canoe, "Whose canoe are you?" and immediately it would answer, "I am John's," or "I am Peter's." This ability often helped him when he was in trouble. He could tell whether or not a man was lying, or whenever he thought he was losing his way, he had only to ask a tree, "Are you on the trail?" and it would answer "Yes" or "No."
This famous shaman was single, but one day he thought, "I had better be married." So he went to look for a girl that suited him. Finally he found one and decided to marry her if she should prove to be a virgin. He asked her to marry him and she agreed. He then asked her if she was a virgin and she, of course, said that she was. He then said to her vagina, "Is what she says true?" The vagina said, "No, it is not true." So the medicine man refused to marry her.
He tried a second time, but his success was no better than the first time. His success on the third occasion was no better than on the other two.
When he tried the fourth girl, she said she was a virgin. Then he said to her vagina, "Is it true that you are a virgin?" But the vagina did not answer. The shaman thought that his power was gone, but it was not so. The other girls had told her what had happened to them, and she had saved herself by filling her vagina with moss.
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# The Talisman

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* The Talisman, by Walter Scott (1825)
* The Talisman, a story by Frances A. Fuller
* The Talisman, a story by Letitia Elizabeth Landon

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* Talisman, work(s) with this title
# The Trimmed Lamp (1907)

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“Wooed her across the counter with a King Cophetua air”
​THE TRIMMED LAMP
THE
Trimmed Lamp
AND OTHER STORIES OF THE FOUR MILLION
BY
O. HENRY
Author of Cabbages and Kings, The Four Million, etc.
Frontispiece by Alice Barber Stephens
NEW YORK McCLURE, PHILLIPS & CO. MCMVII
Copyright, 1907, by McClure, Phillips & Co.
Published April, 1907
Copyright, 1906, by The S. S. McClure Co.
CONTENTS
PAGE :
| The Trimmed Lamp | 3 |
| A Madison Square Arabian Night | 22 |
| The Rubaiyat of a Scotch Highball | 32 |
| The Pendulum | 42 |
| Two Thanksgiving Day Gentlemen | 50 |
| The Assessor of Success | 59 |
| The Buyer from Cactus City | 70 |
| The Badge of Policeman O’Roon | 81 |
| Brickdust Row | 89 |
| The Making of a New Yorker | 102 |
| Vanity and Some Sables | 111 |
| The Social Triangle | 121 |
| The Purple Dress | 130 |
| The Foreign Policy of Company 99 | 139 |
| The Lost Blend | 150 |
| A Harlem Tragedy | 159 |
| “The Guilty Party”—An East Side Tragedy | 169 |
| According to Their Lights | 179 |
| A Midsummer Knight’s Dream | 189 |
| The Last Leaf | 198 |
| The Count and the Wedding Guest | 209 |
| The Country of Elusion | 219 |
| The Ferry of Unfulfilment | 233 |
| The Tale of a Tainted Tenner | 240 |
| Elsie in New York | 249 |
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# The Trimmed Lamp

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* "The Trimmed Lamp"—short story by O. Henry
* The Trimmed Lamp—short story collection by O. Henry
# The Times/1910/Public notice/Thomas Nadauld Brushfield

Source: The Times, Thursday, Dec 01, 1910; Issue 39444; pg. 1; col A — Deaths
Layout 2 BRUSHFIELD.—On the 28th Nov., at his residence, The Cliff, Budleigh Salterton, after a short illness, T. N. Brushfield, M.D., F.S.A., formerly Superintendent at Chester and Brookwood Asylums, in his 81st year.
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