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# The Author to Her Book

Thou ill-formed offspring of my feeble brain,
Who after birth did'st by my side remain, Till snatched from thence by friends, less wise than true,
Who thee abroad, exposed to public view, Made thee in rags, halting to th' press to trudge,
Where errors were not lessened (all may judge).
At thy return my blushing was not small, My rambling brat (in print) should mother call. I cast thee by as one unfit for light,
Thy visage was so irksome in my sight;
Yet being mine own, at length affection would
Thy blemishes amend, if so I could:
I washed thy face, but more defects I saw,
And rubbing off a spot still made a flaw.
I stretched thy joints to make thee even feet,
Yet still thou run'st more hobbling than is meet;
In better dress to trim thee was my mind,
But nought save homespun cloth, i' th' house I find.
In this array 'mongst Vulgars may'st thou roam.
In critic's hands beware thou dost not come,
And take thy way where yet thou art not known;
If for thy Father asked, say thou hadst none; And for thy Mother, she alas is poor,
Which caused her thus to send thee out of door.
# The Authoress of the Odyssey

Samuel Butler developed a theory that the Odyssey came from the pen of a young Sicilian woman, and that the scenes of the poem reflected the coast of Sicily and its nearby islands. He described the "evidence" for this theory in his The Authoress of the Odyssey (1897) and in the introduction and footnotes to his prose translation of the Odyssey (1900)
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Preface
Chapter 1: The Importance of Inquiry
Chapter 2: The Story of the Odyssey
Chapter 3: The Preponderance of Woman in the Odyssey
Chapter 4: Jealousy for the Honour and Dignity of Woman
Chapter 5: Whether Penelope is Being Whitewashed
Chapter 6: The Character of Penelope, The Journey of Telemachus
Chapter 7: Further Indications That the Writer Is a Young, Headstrong, and Unmarried Woman
Chapter 8: Ithaca and Scheria Are Drawn From Trapani
Chapter 9: The Voyages of Ulysses Shown to be a Sail Round Sicily
Chapter 10: Further Details Regarding the Voyages of Ulysses
Chapter 11: Who Was the Writer?
Chapter 12: The Date Of The Poem
Chapter 13: Further Evidence in Support of an Early Ionian Settlement at Trapani
Chapter 14: That the Iliad Which the Writer of the Odyssey Knew Was the Same As What We Now Have
Chapter 15: Relation to other Poems of the Trojan Cycle and its Development by the Authoress
Chapter 16: Conclusion
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# The Age and Life of Man

THE
AGE and LIFE
OF
MAN.
OR,
A short Description of the NATUR, RISE, and FALL, according to the Twelve Months of the Year.
to which are added
I’ll never love thee more,
Henry’s Cottage-Maid.
Edinburgh, Printed by J. Morren,
* The Age and Life of Man
* I'll Never Love thee More
* Henry's Cottage-Maid
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# The Age and Life of Man/I'll Never Love thee More

I’ll Never Love thee More.
My dear and only love, I pray,
that little world of thee, be govern’d by no other sway, but purest monarchy, or if confusion have a part, which virtous fouls abhor, I'll call a synod in my heart, and never love thee more.
As Alexander I will reign, and I will reign alone, My thoughts did evermore disdain, a rival on my throne. He either fears his fate too much, or his deserts are small, Who dares not put it to the touch, to gain or lose it all,
But I will reign, and govern still. and always give the law, And have each subject at my will, and all to stand in aw: But ’gainst my batt’ries if I find thou storm or vex me lore. As if thou let me as a blind. I’ll never love thee more.
And in the empire of thy heart, where I should solely be,
​If others do pretend a part,
or dares to share with me: Or committees if thou crest, or go on such a score, I’ll smiling mock at they neglect, and never love thee more,
But if no faithless action Stain. thy love and constant word, I‘ll make thee famous by my pen, and glorious by my sword. I‘ll serve thee in such noble ways, as ne'er was known before:
I'll deck and crown thy head with bays, and love thee more and more.
# The Age of Fable

Bulfinch originally published his work, Bulfinch’s Mythology as three volumes: The Age of Fable, or Stories of Gods and Heroes, published in 1855; The Age of Chivalry, or Legends of King Arthur, published in 1858; and Legends of Charlemagne, or Romance of the Middle Ages, published in 1863. The original three volumes were later combined into a single volume, published in 1881

## Contents

       Preface
CHAPTER
* Introduction
* Prometheus and Pandora
* Apollo and Daphne — Pyramus and Thisbe — Cephalus and Procris
* Juno and her Rivals, Io and Callisto — Diana and Actæon — Latona and the Rustics
* Phäeton
* Midas — Baucis and Philemon
* Proserpine — Glaucus and Scylla
* Pygmalion — Dryope — Venus and Adonis — Apollo and Hyacinthus
* Ceyx and Halcyone
* Vertumnus and Pomona — Iphis and Anaxarete
* Cupid and Psyche
* Cadmus — The Myrmidons
* Nisus and Scylla — Echo and Narcissus — Clytie — Hero and Leander
* Minerva and Arachne — Niobe
* The Grææ and Gorgons — Perseus and Medusa — Atlas — Andromeda
* Monsters: Giants — Sphinx — Pegasus and Chimaera — Centaurs — Griffin — Pygmies
* The Golden Fleece — Medea
* Meleager and Atalanta
* Hercules — Hebe and Ganymede
* Theseus and Dædalus — Castor and Pollux — Festivals and Games
* Bacchus and Ariadne
* The Rural Deities — The Dryads and Erisichthon — Rhœcus — Water Deities — Camenæ — Winds
* Achelous and Hercules — Admetus and Alcestis — Antigone — Penelope
* Orpheus and Eurydice — Aristæus — Amphion — Linus — Thamyris — Marsyas — Melampus — Musæus
* Arion — Ibycus — Simonides — Sappho
* Endymion — Orion — Aurora and Tithonus — Acis and Galatea
* The Trojan War
* The Fall of Troy — Return of the Greeks — Orestes and Electra
* Adventures of Ulysses — The Lotus-eaters — The Cyclopes — Circe — Sirens — Scylla and Charybdis — Calypso
* The Phaeacians — Fate of the Suitors
* Adventures of Aeneas — The Harpies — Dido — Palinurus
* The Infernal Regions — The Sibyl
* Aeneas in Italy — Camilla — Evander — Nisus and Euryalus — Mezentius — Turnus
* Pythagoras — Egyptian Deities — Oracles
* Origin of Mythology — Statues of Gods and Goddesses — Poets of Mythology
* Monsters (modern) — The Phœnix — Basilisk — Unicorn — Salamander
* Eastern Mythology — Zoroaster — Hindu Mythology — Castes — Buddha — The Grand Lama — Prester John
* Northern Mythology — Valhalla — The Valkyrior
* Thor's Visit to Jotunheim
* The Death of Baldur — The Elves — Runic Letters — Skalds — Iceland — Teutonic Mythology — The Nibelungen Lied — Wagner's Nibelungen Ring
* The Druids — Iona
       Glossary
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# The After-glow

* "The After-glow" in The Ascent of Man (1889)
* "The After-glow" in Poetical works of Mathilde Blind (1900)
# The Age and Life of Man/Henry's Cottage-Maid

HENRY'S COTTAGE-MAID.
AH where can fly my souls true love?
Sad I wander this lone grove; Sighs and tears for him I shed,
Henry is from Laura fled. Thy love to me thou didft impart. Thy love soon won my virgin heart; But dearest Henry thou'st betrayed Thy love with my poor cottage-maid.
Thro* the vale my grief appears, Sighing sad with pearly tears: Oft thy image is my theme, As I wander on the green: See, from my cheek the coulour flies, And love's sweet hope within me dies; For oh! dear Henry, thou'st betrayd, Thy love with my dear village-maid.
# The Book of the Homeless/A Promise

A PROMISE [TRANSLATION]
Children of Flanders, dry your tears!
For all the mighty machinery of war, and the stout hearts of brave men, shall strive together till the vanquished foe has given you back your homes!
And to those homes made desolate, we, the women of France, of England, of Russia and of Italy, will bring again happiness and sunlight!
Sarah Bernhardt
# The Book of the Homeless/Chapter 2

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CONTRIBUTORS OF PROSE
MAURIE BARRÈS
SARAH BERNHARDT
PAUL BOURGET
JOSEPH CONRAD
ELEONORA DUSE
JOHN GALSWORTHY
EDMUND GOSSE
PAUL HERVIEU
GÉNÉRAL HUMBERT
HENRY JAMES
MAURICE MAETERLINCK
EDWARD SANDFORD MARTIN
PAUL ELMER MORE
AGNES REPPLIER
ANDRÉ SAURÈS
MRS. HUMPHRY WARD
# The Book of the Homeless/A Gracious Act (Caricature)

MAX BEERBOHM
A GRACIOUS ACT. (CARICATURE)
FROM A WATER-COLOUR SKETCH
# The Book of the Homeless/A Reason for Keeping Silent

A REASON FOR KEEPING SILENT
I think it better that at times like these We poets keep our mouths shut, for in truth We have no gift to set a statesman right; He's had enough of meddling who can please A young girl in the indolence of her youth Or an old man upon a winter's night.
W. B. Yeats
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# The Book of the Homeless/Brittany Woman

P. A. J. DAGNAN-BOUVERET
BRITTANY WOMAN
FROM A DRAWING IN COLOURED CRAYONS
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# The Book of the Homeless/An Epitaph

AN EPITAPH [ TRANSLATION ]
Here such an one lies dead for France. His trade
To push a barrow stocked with thread, cheese, salt
From town to town, under the azure vault,
Through endless corridors of rustling shade.
True to the sacred law of toil, he made
His humble living as the Book commands.
Till suddenly there burst upon his lands
The thunder of the German cannonade.
Poor hero! In the flash that smote him dead
He saw his wife and children all in black
Weeping about the cart that earned their bread— The cart that, by his passionate impulse sped
On immortality's celestial track,
Shone brighter than the Wain above his head.
Francis Jammes
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# The Book of the Homeless/Chapter 1

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CONTRIBUTORS OF POETRY AND MUSIC
RUPERT BROOKE
PAUL CLAUDEL
JEAN COCTEAU
ROBERT GRANT
THOMAS HARDY
W. D. HOWELLS
FRANCIS JAMMES
ALICE MEYNELL
COMTESSE DE NOAILLES
JOSEPHINE PRESTON PEABODY
LILLA CABOT PERRY
HENRI DE RÉGNIER
EDMOND ROSTAND
GEORGE SANTAYANA
EDITH M. THOMAS
HERBERT TRENCH
ÉMILE VERHAEREN
BARRETT WENDELL
EDITH WHARTON
MARGARET L. WOODS
W. B. YEATS
IGOR STRAVINSKY
VINCENT D'INDY
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# The Book of Scottish Song/Get up, gudewife

Get up, gudewife.
[Quoted by Ritson from a manuscript in the British Museum as old as the time of Charles the first.]
Get up, gudewife, don on your claise, And to the market mak' you boune: 'Tis lang time sin' your neebors rase; They're weal nigh gotten into the toune. See ye don on your better goune, And gar the lasse big on the fyre, Dame, do not look as ye wad frowne, But doe the thing whilk I desyre.
I spier what haste ye ha'e, gudeman! Your mother staid till ye war born; Wad ye be at the tother can, To secure your throat sae sune this morne? Gude faith, I haud it but a scorne, That ye suld with my rising mell; For when ye have baith said and sworne, I'll do but what I like mysel'.
Gudewife, we maun needs have a care, Sae lang's we wonne in neebor's rawe, O' neeborheid to tak' a share, And rise up when the cock does crawe, For I have heard an auld said sawe, "They that rise last big on the fyre." What wind or weather so ever blaw, Dame, do the thing whilk I desyre.
Nay, what do ye talk of neeborheid? Gif I lig in my bed till noone, By nae man's shins I bake my breid, And ye need not reck what I have done. Nay, look to the clooting o' your shoone, And with my rising do not mell; For, gin ye lig baith sheets abune, I'll do but what I will mysel'.
Gudewife, ye maun needs tak' a care To save the geare that we ha'e won; Or lye away baith plow and car, And hang up Ring when a' is done. Then may our bairns a-begging run, To seek their mister in the myre, Sae fair a thread as we ha'e won! Dame, do the thing whilk I require.
Gudeman, ye may weel a-begging gang, Ye seem sae weel to bear the pocke; Ye may as weel gang sune as syne, To seek your meat amang gude folke. In ilka house ye'll get a locke, When ye come whar your gossips dwell, Nay, lo you luik sae like a gowke, I'll do but what I list mysel'.
Gudewife, you promised, when we were wed, That ye wad me truly obey; Mess John can witness what you said, And I'll go fetch him in this day: And, gif that haly man will say, Ye's do the thing that I desyre, Then sall we sune end up this fray, And ye sall do what I require.
I nowther care for John nor Jacke— I'll tak' my pleasure at my ease; I care not what you say a placke— Ye may go fetch him gin ye please. And, gin ye want ane of a mease, Ye may e'en gae fetch the deil frae helle; I wad you wad let your japin cease, For I'll do but what I like mysel'.
Well, sin' it will nae better bee, I'll tak' my share or a' bee gane: The warst card in my hand sall flee, And, i' faith, I wait I can shifte for ane. I'll sell the plow, and lay to wadd the waine, And the greatest spender sall beare the bell: And then, when all the gudes are gane, Dame, do the thing ye list yoursel'.
# The Book of Scottish Song/Gin e'er I'm in love

Gin e’er I’m in love.
Gin e'er I'm in love, it shall be with a lass As sweet as the morn dew that ligs on the grass; Her cheeks maun be ruddy, her e'en maun be bright,
Like stars in the sky on a cauld frosty night. ​Oh! could I but ken sic a lassie as this, Oh! could I but ken sic a lassie as this, I'd freely gang to her, Caress her and woo her, At once take up heart and solicit a kiss.
My daddy wad ha'e me to marry wi' Bell, But wha wad ha'e ane that he canna like well? What tho' she has meikle, she's bleary and auld, Camstarie, and saucy, and a terrible scauld. Oh! gin I get sic a vixen as this, Oh! gin I get sic a vixen as this, I'd whap her, and strap her, And bang her, and slap her, The devil for me shou'd solicit a kiss.
There's Maggy wad fain lug me into the chain, She speirs frisky at me, but blinks it in vain: She trows that I'll ha'e her—but, faith, I think no, For Willy did for her a long while ago. Oh! gin I get sic a wanton as this, Oh! gin I get sic a wanton as this, She'd horn me, and scorn me, And hugely adorn me, And, ere she kiss'd me, gi'e another a kiss.
But find me a lassie, that's youthfu' and gay, As blythe as a starling, as pleasant as May; Wha's free from a' wrangling, and jangling and strife, And I'll tak' her, and mak' her my ain thing for life, Oh! gin I get sic a lassie as this, Oh! gin I get sic a lassie as this, I'll kiss her and press her, Preserve and caress her, And think myself greater than Jove is in bliss.
# The Book of Scottish Song/Garryhorn

Garryhorn.
[Joseph Train.]
"Gin ye wad gang, lassie, to Garryhorn, Ye might be happy, I ween; Albeit the cuckoo was never heard there, And a swallow there never was seen.
While cushats coo round the mill of Glenlee, And little birds sing on the thorn; Ye might hear the bonnie heather-bleat croak In the wilds of Garryhorn.
'Tis bonnie to see at the Garryhorn Kids skipping the highest rock, And, wrapt in his plaid at midsummer day, The moorman tending his flock.
The reaper seldom his sickle whets there, To gather in standing corn; But many a sheep is to shear and smear In the bughts of Garryhorn.
There are hams on the banks at Garryhorn Of braxy, and eke a store Of cakes in the kist, and peats in the neuk, To put aye the winter o'er.
There is aye a clog for the fire at Yule, With a browst for New-year's morn; And gin ye gang up ye may sit like a queen In the chamber at Garryhorn.
And when ye are lady of Garryhorn, Ye shall ride to the kirk with me; Although my mither should skelp through the mire, With her coats kilted up to the knee.
I woo not for siller, my bonnie May, Sae dinna my offer scorn; 'No! but ye maun speer at my minny,' quo' she, Ere I gang to Garryhorn.'"
# The Book of Scottish Song/Gather in

Gather in.
[Written by Robert Gilfillan for Burns's Anniversary. Set to music by Peter Macleod, in his "Original Melodies of Scotland."]
Gather in, gather in, ane an' a', ane an' a', Gather in, gather in, ane an' a'; The night, ever dear, claims a cup and a tear To the memory of Burns that's awa! Auld Scotland's had bards ane or twa, ane or twa, Auld Scotland's had bards ane or twa, But the minstrel that sang Coila's wild braes amang, Oh! he was the sweetest of a', Oh! he was the sweetest of a'.
He came like the flow'rets that blaw, that blaw, He came like the flow'rets that blaw; But his bright opening spring, nae summer did bring, For soon, soon he faded awa'. But short though he sang 'mang us a', 'mang us a', But short though he sang 'mang us a', His name from our heart will never depart, And his fame it shall ne'er fade awa', And his fame it shall ne'er fade awa'.
# The Book of Scottish Song/Glancing of her Apron

Glancing of her Apron.
[This song was originally written by Thomas D'Urfey, and published as a Scottish song in his comedy called "The Fond Husband," London, 1676. Ramsay reprinted it with alterations in his Tea-Table Miscellany. The tune is the original of what is now better known under the name of "Jock of Hazeldean."]
In January last, On Munanday at morn, As through the fields I past, To view the winter corn, I looked me behind, And saw come o'er the knowe, And glancing in her apron, With a bonnie brent brow.
I said, Good-morrow, fair maid, And she right courteously Return'd a beck, and kindly said, Good-day, sweet Sir, to you. I speir'd, My dear, how far awa' Do ye intend to gae? Quoth she, I mean a mile or twa Out o'er yon broomy brae.
He.
Fair maid, I'm thankfu' to my fate, To have sic company; For I'm ganging straight that gate, Where ye intend to be. When we had gane a mile or twain, I said to her, My dow, May we not lean us on this plain, And kiss your bonnie mou'.
She.
Kind sir, ye are a wee mistane; For I am nane of these, I hope you some mair breeding ken, Than to ruffle women's claise: For may be I have chosen ane, And plighted him my vow, Wha may do wi' me what ho likes, And kiss my bonnie mou'.
He.
Na, if ye are contracted, I ha'e nae mair to say: Rather than be rejected, I will gi'e o'er the play; And chuse anithcr will respect My love, and on me rew; And let me clasp her round the neck, And kiss her bonnie mou'.
She.
O sir, ye are proud hearted, And laith to be said nay, Else ye wad ne'er 'a started For ought that I did say, For women in their modesty, At first they winna bow; But if we like your company, We'll prove as kind as you.
# The Book of Scottish Song/Genty Tibby

Genty Tibby.
[The following is Ramsay's song to the tune of "Tibbie Fowler o' the Glen." It resembles the same author's version of "Bessy Bell and Mary Gray," In the poet affecting to be in a dilemma as to which of two beauties he should choose. Ramsay's love-passion seems to have partaken much of Captain Macheath's liberal style of Worship:—
"How happy could I be with either!"]
Tibby has a store o' charms, Her genty shape our fancy warms; How strangely can her sma' white arms Fetter the lad who looks but at her; Fra'er ancle to her slender waste, These sweets conceal'd invite to dawt her; Her rosy cheek, and rising breast, Gar ane's mouth gush bowt fu' o' water.
Nelly's gawsy, saft and gay, Fresh as the lucken flowers in May; Ilk ane that sees her, cries, Ah hey, She's bonny! O I wonder at her. The dimples of her chin and cheek, And limbs sae plump invite to dawt her; Her lips sae sweet, and skin sae sleek, Gar mony mouths beside mine water.
Now strike my finger in a bore, My wyson with the maiden shore, Gin I can tell whilk I am for, When these twa stars appear thegither. O love! why does thou gi'e thy fires Sae large, while we're oblig'd to neither? Our spacious sauls immense desires, And aye be in a hankerin' swither.
Tibby's shape and airs are fine, And Nelly's beauties are divine: But since they canna baith be mine, Ye gods, give ear to my petition: Provide a good lad for the tane, But let it be with this provision, I get the other to my lane, In prospect plano and fruition.
# The Book of Scottish Song/Gi'e me a lass

Gi'e me a lass.
[Written by Allan Ramsay, to supplant old and coarse words to the tune of "The Lass wi' the Lump o' Land." This appears in the 2d vol. of the Tea-Table Miscellany, and also, with the original melody, in the Orpheus Caledonius, 1725.]
Gi'e me a lass with a lump o' land, And we for life shall gang thegither; Tho' daft or wise, I'll ne'er demand, Or black or fair, it maksna whether. I'm aff with wit, and beauty will fade, And blood alane's nae worth a shilling; But she that's rich, her market's made, For ilka charm about her's killing.
Gi'e me a lass with a lump o' land, And in my bosom I'll hug my treasure; Gin I had ance her gear in my hand, Should love turn dowf, it will find pleasure. Laugh on wha likes: but there's my hand, I hate with poortith, though bonnie, to meddle; Unless they bring cash, or a lump o' land, They'se ne'er get me to dance to their fiddle.
There's meikle gude love in bands and bags; And siller and gowd's a sweet complexion; But beauty and wit and virtue, in rags, Have tint the art of gaining affection: Love tips his arrows with woods and parks, And castles, and riggs, and muirs, and meadows; And naething can catch our modern sparks, But weel-tocher'd lasses, or jointured widows.