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# The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar/Liza May

LIZA MAY
Little brown face full of smiles, And a baby's guileless wiles,  Liza May, Liza May.
Eyes a-peeping thro' the fence With an interest intense,  Liza May.
Ah, the gate is just ajar, And the meadow is not far,  Liza May, Liza May.
And the road feels very sweet, To your little toddling feet,  Liza May.
Ah, you roguish runaway, What will toiling mother say,  Liza May, Liza May?
What care you who smile to greet Everyone you chance to meet,  Liza May?
Soft the mill-race sings its song, Just a little way along,  Liza May, Liza May.
But the song is full of guile, Turn, ah turn, your steps the while,  Liza May.
You have caught the gleam and glow Where the darkling waters flow,  Liza May, Liza May.
Flash of ripple, bend of bough, Where are all the angels now?  Liza May.
Now a mother's eyes intense Gazing o'er a shabby fence,  Liza May, Liza May.
Then a mother's anguished face Peering all around the place,  Liza May.
Hear the agonizing call For a mother's all in all,  Liza May, Liza May.
Hear a mother's maddened prayer To the calm unanswering air,  Liza May.
What's become of—Liza May? What has darkened all the day?  Liza May, Liza May.
Ask the waters dark and fleet, If they know the smiling, sweet  Liza May.
Call her, call her as you will, On the meadow, on the hill,  Liza May, Liza May.
Through the brush or beaten track Echo only gives you back,  Liza May.
Ah, but you were loving—sweet, On your little toddling feet,  Liza May, Liza May.
But through all the coming years, Must a mother breathe with tears,  Liza May.
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# The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar/Life

LIFE
A crust of bread and a corner to sleep in, A minute to smile and an hour to weep in, A pint of joy to a peck of trouble, And never a laugh but the moans come double;  And that is life!
A crust and a corner that love makes precious, With a smile to warm and the tears to refresh us; And joy seems sweeter when cares come after, And a moan is the finest of foils for laughter;  And that is life!
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# The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar/Lincoln

LINCOLN
Hurt was the nation with a mighty wound,  And all her ways were filled with clam'rous sound.  Wailed loud the South with unremitting grief,  And wept the North that could not find relief.  Then madness joined its harshest tone to strife:  A minor note swelled in the song of life.  'Till, stirring with the love that filled his breast,  But still, unflinching at the right's behest,  Grave Lincoln came, strong handed, from afar,  The mighty Homer of the lyre of war.  'T was he who bade the raging tempest cease,  Wrenched from his harp the harmony of peace,  Muted the strings, that made the discord,--Wrong,  And gave his spirit up in thund'rous song.  Oh mighty Master of the mighty lyre,  Earth heard and trembled at thy strains of fire:  Earth learned of thee what Heav'n already knew,  And wrote thee down among her treasured few.
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# The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar/Long Ago

LONG AGO
De ol' time's gone, de new time's hyeah  Wid all hits fuss an' feddahs; I done fu'got de joy an' cheah  We knowed all kin's o' weddahs, I done fu'got each ol'-time hymn  We ust to sing in meetin'; I 's leahned de prah's, so neat an' trim,  De preachah keeps us 'peatin'.
Hang a vine by de chimney side,  An' one by de cabin do'; An' sing a song fu' de day dat died,  De day of long ergo.
My youf, hit's gone, yes, long ergo,  An' yit I ain't a-moanin'; Hit 's fu' somet'ings I ust to know  I set to-night a-honin'. De pallet on de ol' plank flo',  De rain bar'l und' de eaves, De live oak 'fo' de cabin do',  Whaih de night dove comes an' grieves.
Hang a vine by de chimney side,  An' one by de cabin do'; An' sing a song fu' de day dat died,  De day of long ergo.
I 'd lak a few ol' frien's to-night  To come an' set wid me; An' let me feel dat ol' delight  I ust to in dey glee. But hyeah we is, my pipe an' me,  Wid no one else erbout; We bofe is choked ez choked kin be,  An' bofe 'll soon go out.
Hang a vine by de chimney side,  An' one by de cabin do'; An' sing a song fu' de day dat died,  De day of long ergo.
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# The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar/Li'l' Gal

LI'L' GAL
Oh, de weathah it is balmy an' de breeze is sighin' low.  Li'l' gal, An' de mockin' bird is singin' in de locus' by de do',  Li'l' gal; Dere 's a hummin' an' a bummin' in de lan' f'om eas' to wes', I 's a-sighin' fu' you, honey, an' I nevah know no res'. Fu' dey 's lots o' trouble brewin' an' a-stewin' in my breas',  Li'l' gal.
Whut 's de mattah wid de weathah, whut's de mattah wid de breeze,  Li'l' gal? Whut 's de mattah wid de locus' dat 's a-singin' in de trees,  Li'l' gal? W'y dey knows dey ladies love 'em, an' dey knows dey love 'em true, An' dey love 'em back, I reckon, des' lak I 's a-lovin' you; Dat 's de reason dey 's a-weavin' an' a-sighin', thoo an' thoo,  Li'l' gal.
Don't you let no da'ky fool you 'cause de clo'es he waihs is fine,  Li'l' gal. Dey 's a hones' hea't a-beatin' unnerneaf dese rags o' mine,  Li'l' gal. Cose dey ain' no use in mockin' whut de birds an' weathah do, But I 's so'y I cain't 'spress it w'en I knows I loves you true, Dat 's de reason I 's a-sighin' an' a-singin now fu' you,  Li'l' gal.
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# The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar/Life's Tragedy

LIFE'S TRAGEDY
It may be misery not to sing at all  And to go silent through the brimming day. It may be sorrow never to be loved,  But deeper griefs than these beset the way.
To have come near to sing the perfect song  And only by a half-tone lost the key, There is the potent sorrow, there the grief,  The pale, sad staring of life's tragedy.
To have just missed the perfect love,  Not the hot passion of untempered youth, But that which lays aside its vanity  And gives thee, for thy trusting worship, truth—
This, this it is to be accursed indeed;  For if we mortals love, or if we sing, We count our joys not by the things we have,  But by what kept us from the perfect thing.
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# The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar/Lonesome

LONESOME
Mother 's gone a-visitin' to spend a month er two, An', oh, the house is lonesome ez a nest whose birds has flew To other trees to build ag'in; the rooms seem jest so bare That the echoes run like sperrits from the kitchen to the stair. The shetters flap more lazy-like 'n what they used to do, Sence mother 's gone a-visitin' to spend a month er two.
We 've killed the fattest chicken an' we've cooked her to a turn; We 've made the richest gravy, but I jest don't give a durn Fur nothin' 'at I drink er eat, er nothin' 'at I see. The food ain't got the pleasant taste it used to have to me. They 's somep'n' stickin' in my throat ez tight ez hardened glue, Sence mother's gone a-visitin' to spend a month er two.
The hollyhocks air jest ez pink, they 're double ones at that, An' I wuz prouder of 'em than a baby of a cat. But now I don't go near 'em, though they nod an' blush at me, Fur they 's somep'n' seems to gall me in their keerless sort o' glee An' all their fren'ly noddin' an' their blushin' seems to say: "You 're purty lonesome, John, old boy, sence mother 's gone away."
The neighbors ain't so fren'ly ez it seems they 'd ort to be; They seem to be a-lookin' kinder sideways like at me, A-kinder feared they 'd tech me off ez ef I wuz a match, An' all because 'at mother 's gone an' I 'm a-keepin' batch! I 'm shore I don't do nothin' worse 'n what I used to do 'Fore mother went a-visitin' to spend a month er two.
The sparrers ac's more fearsome like an' won't hop quite so near, The cricket's chirp is sadder, an' the sky ain't ha'f so clear; When ev'nin' comes, I set an' smoke tell my eyes begin to swim, An' things aroun' commence to look all blurred an' faint an' dim. Well, I guess I 'll have to own up 'at I 'm feelin' purty blue Sence mother's gone a-visitin' to spend a month er two.
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# The Encyclopedia Americana (1920)/Berghem, Nikolaas

Edition of 1920. See also the disclaimer.
BERGHEM, Nikolaas. See Berchem, Nikolaas.
# The Encyclopedia Americana (1920)/Bethmann-Hollweg, Moritz August

Edition of 1920. See also August von Bethmann-Hollweg on Wikipedia, and the disclaimer.
BETHMANN-HOLLWEG, Moritz August, German jurist and statesman: b. Frankfort-on-the-Main, 10 April 1795; d. Andernach, 14 July 1877. Having graduated from his law studies at Göttingen and Berlin, he was appointed professor of civil law at the latter institution. In 1829 he was appointed to a similar position at Bonn, which he held until 1842. Three years later he was made a cotmcillor of state and in 1852 he became a member of the First Chamber of the Prussian Parliament. In 1858 he was appointed Minister of Public Instruction, which office he held for four years. He was a strong supporter of the Moderate Constitutionalist Party. As a writer on jurisprudence he had a deep influence in the reforms of the German laws following the enactment of the German Civil Code in 1896. Among his works are ‘Grundriss zu Vorlesungen über den gemeinen und preussischen Civilprozess’ (1821); ‘Ursprung der lombardischen Städtefreiheit’ (1846); ‘Der Civilprozess des gemeinen Rechts in geschichtlicher Entwickelung’ (6 vols., 1864-74}; ‘Ueber Gestezgebung und Rechtswissenshaft als Aufgabe unserer Zeit’ (1876).
# The Encyclopedia Americana (1920)/Bethlen-Gabor

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BETHLEN-GABOR, bĕt-lĕm gä'bôr, or GABRIEL BETHLEN, Prince of Transylvania: b. 1580; d. 1629. He was a member of a prominent Protestant family of upper Hungary, which also held large estates in Transylvania. At the age of 17 be entered the service of Gabriel Bathori, prince of Transylvania, fought under his orders and then repaired to Constantinople, where his courage gained him the esteem of the Turks. Prompted by ambition, he became ungrateful to his first benefactor, and after bringing Bathori into bad odor with both the Transylvamans and the Turks, managed to make the latter declare war and actually headed a Turkish army against him. His treachery was successful and in 1613 he was proclaimed prince of Transylvania in defiance of the Emperor. Shortly after, having succeeded in stirring up the Hungarians against the Emperor Frederick II, he took several towns and in 1620 was chosen king of Hungary. Thereafter, supported by Turks and Tartars, he entered Austrian territory, laid waste Moravia, hemmed in the imperial army and was on the eve of gaining a complete victory when the refusal of the Turks to undergo a winter campaign defeated all his hopes. The approach of Tilly compelled him to withdraw. The Protestants of Germany were his allies, and when they were worsted at the battle of Prague Bethlen-Gabor concluded peace with Ferdmand II, receiving Kaschau, seven Hungarian counties adjoining Transylvania, the principalities of Oppeln and Ratibor in Silesia and the rank of Prince of the Empire. In 1625 he married Catharine of Brandenburg and became again involved in the Thirty Years War. He at length retired from the strife and gave his attention to the internal affairs of Transylvania. He was one of “the three great Magyars” of his time, was an able administrator and a promoter of sciences and literature. While preparing for a new war against the imperialists he died of dropsy. He is said to have participated in 42 battles.
# The Encyclopedia Americana (1920)/Biebermann, Gustav Woldemann von

Edition of 1920. See also Woldemar von Biedermann on Wikipedia, and the disclaimer.
BIEBERMANN, Gustav Woldemann von, Baron, German historian: b. 5 March 1817; d. 1903. After graduating from the University of Heidelberg, where he had studied law, he practised privately for a while, then entered the government civil service. He rose rapidly in rank in the management of the state railroads, finally becoming chief director of railroads. He made many contributions to the literature on Goethe, among which may be mentioned ‘Goethe und Leipzig’ (2 vols., Leipzig 1865); ‘Zu Goethes Gedichten’ (Leipzig 1870); ‘Goethes Gespräche’ (10 vols., 1889–97).
# The Encyclopedia Americana (1920)/Bergman, Torbern Olof

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BERGMAN, Torbern Olof, Swedish natural philosopher and chemist: b. Katharinberg, West Gothland, 20 March 1735; d. 1784. Sent to Upsala with a view to preparaing either for the Church or the bar, he, disliking both, gave his attention to natural history, physics and mathematics. He soon made important discoveries in entomology and became noted as an astronomical observer. In 1758 he became doctor of philosophy and professor of physics at Upsala. Upon the resignation of the celebrated Wallerius, Bergman was a candidate for the professorship of chemistry and mineralogy. His competitors charged him with ignorance of the subject, because he had never written on it. To refute them he shut himself up for some time in a laboratory, and prepared a treatise on the manufacture of alum, which is still considered as a standard work. In 1767 he became professor of chemistry, and devoted himself with ardor to this science. He invented the preparation of artificial mineral waters, and discovered the sulphuretted hydrogen gas of mineral springs. We are indebted to him for a knowledge of the characters which distinguish nickel from other metals. On a number of minerals he made chemical experiments, with an accuracy before uncommon. He published a classification of minerals, in which the chief divisions are based on their chemical character, and the subdivisions on their external form. In preparing this work he was much aided by his former discoverer of the geometrical relations between different crystals of the same substance, which may be deduced from one primitive form, and are produced by the aggregation of similar particles, according to fixed and obvious laws. His theory of the chemical relations is still esteemed, and although it has received new developments from the further researches of Berthollet, has not been overthrown. The order of Gustavus Vasa was bestowed on Bergman. Among his works the first place is due to ‘Opuscula Physica, Chemica, et Mineralia’ (Upsala 1779-94), of which an English translation appeared. His famous essay on ‘Elective Affinities’ was translated into English by Dr. Beddoes.
# The Encyclopedia Americana (1920)/Bergmann, Karl

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BERGMANN, Karl, American musician: b. Ebersbach, Saxony, 1821; d. New York, 10 Aug. 1876. He studied at Zittau and Breslau. Participation in the revolutionary outbreaks of 1848 obliged him to go into exile and he came to New York. He organized and conducted the first great German music festival, held in the Winter Garden Theatre (1855); in 1856
introduced German opera at Niblo's Garden, and for several years pnor to his death conducted the concerts of the Philharmonic Society. He composed several orchestral pieces, and excelled it a player of the violoncello and the piano. He contributed greatly to the advancement of good music in America.
# The Encyclopedia Americana (1920)/Bernstein, Eduard

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BERNSTEIN, Eduard, leader of the German social democracy: b. Berlin, 6 Jan. 1850. As a young man he edited socialistic newspapers in Berlin until the vehemence of his opposition to the government of Bismarck made it desirable for him to leave Germany. After the publication of his criticism of Marxist doctrines he was permitted to return to Germany, where in 1901, he became editor of Vorwärts. In 1902 he became editor of Dokumente des Sozialismus. He contends that every movement for the advancement of the people should be encouraged and taken advantage of by the common people, whom he urges to take an active part in politics. He regrets the materialistic conception of history as inadequate to explain modern social evolution. He was elected to the Reichstag in 1902, failed at the elecrions of 1907, but was returned in 1912. His published works, besides an edition (1891-93) of the speeches and writings of Lasalle (translated into English, 1893, by E. Aveling), include ‘Die Voraussetzungen des Sozialismus und die Aufgaben der Sozialdomokratie’ (1899, 1909); ‘Zur Geschichte und Theorie des Sozialismus’ (1904); ‘Die heutige Sozialdemokratie in Theorie und Praxis’ (1905); ‘Die Geschichte der Berliner Arbeiterbewegung’ (1907-10).
# The Encyclopedia Americana (1920)/Bergk, Theodor

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BERGK, Theodor, German classical philologist: b. Leipzig, 22 May 1812; d. Ragaz, Switzerland, 20 July 1881. He became an indisputable authority on Hellenic poetry, producing two works of surpassing importance in that department of scholarship: ‘Greek Lyric Poets’ (4th ed., 1878-82), and ‘History of Greek
Literature’ (1872); the latter brought to completion with the aid of his posthumous papers.
# The Encyclopedia Americana (1920)/Bergmann, Julius

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BERGMANN, Julius, German philosopher: b. Opherdike, Westphalia, 1840; d. Marburg, 1904. At Göttingen and at Berlin he devoted himself to mathematics and philosophy, was appointed to the chair of philosophy at Königsberg in 1872, and three years later to a similar chair at Marburg. Among his more important writings are ‘Grundlinien einer Theorie des Bewusstseins’ (1870); ‘Zur Beurteilung des Kriticismus’ (1875); ‘Reine Logik’ (1879); ‘Sein und Erkennen’ (1880); ‘Die Grundprobleme der Logik’ (1882); ‘Geschichte der Philosophie’ (1892-94); ‘Untersuchungen über Hauptpunkte der Philosophie’ (1900); ‘System des objektiven Idealismus’ (1903).
# The Enchanted Island of Yew/Chapter 27

Chapter 27. A Hundred Years Afterward
About a hundred years after Prince Marvel enjoyed his strange adventures in the Enchanted Island of Yew an odd thing happened.
A hidden mirror in a crumbling old castle of Dawna broke loose from its fastenings and fell crashing on the stone pavement of the deserted hall. And from amid the ruins rose the gigantic form of a man. His hair and beard were a fiery red, and he gazed at the desolation around him in absolute amazement.
It was the Red Rogue of Dawna, set free from his imprisonment.
He wandered out and found strange scenes confronting him, for during the hundred years a great change had taken place in the Enchanted Island. Great cities had been built and great kingdoms established. Civilization had won the people, and they no longer robbed or fought or indulged in magical arts, but were busily employed and leading respectable lives.
When the Red Rogue tried to tell folks who he was, they but laughed at him, thinking the fellow crazy. He tried to get together a band of thieves, as Wul-Takim had done in the old days, but none would join him.
And so, forced to be honest against his will, the Rogue was driven to earn a living by digging in the garden of a wealthy noble, of whom he had never before heard.
But often he would pause in his labors and lean on his spade, while thoughts of the old days of wild adventure passed through his mind in rapid succession; and then the big man would shake his red head with a puzzled air and mutter:
"I wonder who that Prince Marvel could have been! And I wonder what ever became of him!"
# The Enchanted Knights

THE
ENCHANTED KNIGHTS;
OR THE
CHRONICLE OF THE THREE SISTERS.
TRANSLATED FROM THE GERMAN
OF
MUSÆUS.
LONDON:
HUGH CUNNINGHAM, 193, STRAND.
* Preface
* The Chronicle of the Three Sisters
** First Book
** Second Book
** Third Book
** Notes to The Enchanted Knights
* The Demon of the Ring
** Notes to The Demon of the Ring
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# The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 9/Letters - Fifth Series/CXXII Miss MacLeod

To Miss Josephine MacLeod
DARJEELING
19th April '98
MY DEAR MISS MACLEOD,
Miss Müller is very glad to learn that you intend inviting Miss Noble to join our party to Kashmir.
It has her hearty approval. On her way back, Miss Müller will start something for her in Calcutta. She need not come to Darjeeling at all.
Hope you are enjoying the baking quite a bit. I start this week most probably.
Ever yours in the Lord,
    VIVEKANANDA
# The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 9/Letters - Fifth Series/CXXXIII Raja

CXXXIII
To Swami Brahmananda
THE MATH, BELUR
Friday [March (?) 1899]
MY DEAR RAJA,
Please pay 100 Rs. to Sister Nivedita immediately for plague work and credit it to a separate plague account.
Yours affectionately,
VIVEKANANDA
# The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 9/Letters - Fifth Series/CXXIX Your Highness—

CXXIX
To Maharaja Ajit Singh, the Raja of Khetri
MATH BELOOR
HOWRAH DISTRICT
1 December 1898
YOUR HIGHNESS —
Your telegram has pleased me beyond description, and it is worthy of your noble self. I herewith give you the details of what I want.
The lowest possible estimate of building a little home in Calcutta is at least ten thousand rupees. With that it is barely possible to buy or build a house in some out-of-the-way quarter of the town — a little house fit for four or five persons to live in.
As for the expenses of living, the 100 Rs. a month your generosity is supplying my mother is enough for her. If another 100 Rs. a month be added to it for my lifetime for my expenses — which unfortunately this illness has increased, and which, I hope, will not be for long a source of trouble to you, as I expect only to live a few years at best — I will be perfectly happy. One thing more will I beg of you — if possible, the 100 Rs. a month for my mother be made permanent, so that even after my death it may regularly reach her. Or even if your Highness ever gets reasons to stop your love and kindness for me, my poor old mother may be provided [for], remembering the love you once had for a poor Sâdhu.
This is all. Do this little work amongst the many other noble deeds you have done, knowing well whatever else can be proved or not, the power of Karma is self-evident to all. The blessings of this good Karma shall always follow you and yours. As for me, what shall I say — whatever I am in the world has been almost all through your help. You made it possible for me to get rid of a terrible anxiety and face the world and do some work. It may be that you are destined by the Lord to be the instrument again of helping yet grander work, by taking this load off my mind once more.
But whether you do this or not, "once loved is always loved". Let all my love and blessings and prayers follow you and yours, day and night, for what I owe you already; and may the Mother, whose play is this universe and in whose hands we are mere instruments, always protect you from all evil.
Ever yours in the Lord,
VIVEKANANDA