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# Patie's wedding, or, All parties pleased (2)/Patie's Wedding

PATIE'S WEDDING.
As Patie came up frae the glen, drivin' his wedders before him, He met bonny Meg ganging hame, her beauty was like for to ſmore him.
O dinna ye ken, bonny Meg, that you and I's ga'en to be marry'd I rather had broken my leg before ſic a bargain miſcarry'd.
Now Patie—O wha's tell’d you that? I think that of news they've been ſcanty That I ſhall be marry'd ſae ſoon, or yet ſhould ha'e been ſae ſlantly.
I winna be marry'd the year, ſuppoſe I were courted by twenty; Sae Patie, ye need nae mair ſpeer, for weel I wat I dinna want ye.
Now Maggy, what maks you ſae ſweer is't 'cauſe that I hinna a maillen? The lad that has plenty o’ gear need ne'er a ha'f or a hail ane.
My dad has a good grey mare, and your's has twa cows and a filly, And that will be plenty o' gear, ſae Maggy be no ſae ill willy.
​Indeed Patie, I dinna ken, but firſt ye maun ſpeer at my daddy, You're as well born as Ben, and I canna ſay but I'm ready.
There's plenty o' yarn in clues, to mak me a coat and a jimpy, And plaiden enough to be trews, gif ye get it, I ſhinna ſcrimp ye.
Now fair fa' ye, my bonny Meg, I'ſe let a wee ſmacky fa' on you; May my neck be as lang as my leg if I be an ill huſband unto you.
Sae gang your way hame e'enow, mak ready 'gin this day fifteen days, And tell your father the news. that I'll be his ſon in great kindneſs.
It was na lang after that, wha cam' to our bigging but Patie, Weel dreſt in a bra' new coat, and wow but he thought himſelf pretty:
His bonnet was little frae new, in it was a loop and a ſlitty, To tie in a ribbon ſae blue, to bab at the neck o' his coaty.
Then Patie cam' in wi' a ſtend, ſaid, Peace be here to the bigging, You're welcome, quo' William, come ben, or I wiſh it may rive to the rigging.
​Now draw in your ſeat and ſit down, and tells a' your news in a hurry; And haſte ye Meg, and be done, and hing on the pan wi' the berry.
Quoth Patie, my news is nae thrang; yeſtreen I was wi' his honour; I've ta'en three rigs o' braw land, and ha'e bun' myſell under a bonner:
And now my errand to you is for Meggy to help me to labour, I think you maun gie's the beſt cow, becauſe that our haddin's but ſober.
Well, now for to help you through, I'll be at the coſt o' the bridal, I’ſe cut the craig o' the ewe, that had a-maiſt die'd o' the ſide-ill,
And that'll be plenty o' bree, ſae lang as our well is nae reiſted, To a' our good neighbours and we, and I think we'll no be ill feaſted.
Quoth Patie, O that'll do weel, and I'll gi'e you broſe in the morning, O' kaill that was made yeſtreen, for I like them beſt in the forenoon.
Sae Tam the piper did play, and ilka ane danc'd that was willing, And a' the lave they ranked through, and they held the ſtoupy ay filling.
​The auld wives ſat and they chew'd, and when that the carles grew nappy, They danc'd as weel as they dow'd, wi' a crack o' their thumbs & a kappie.
The lad that wore the white band, I think they ca'd him Jamie Mather, And he took the bride by the hand, and cry'd to play up Maggy Lauder.
# Patie's wedding, or, All parties pleased (2)/Absence Ill to Bide

ABSENCE ILL TO BIDE.
To its own Proper Tune.
Ye ſhepherds ſo chearful and gay, whoſe flocks never carefly roam: Should Corydon happen to ſtray, oh! call the poor wanderers home.
Allow me to muſe and to ſigh nor talk of the change that I find: None once was ſo watchful as I, —I have left my dear Phillis behind.
Now I know what it is to have ſtrove with the torture of doubt and deſire; What it is to admire and to love, and to leave her we love and admire.
Ah! lead forth my flock in the morn, and the damps of each evening repel; Alas! I am faint and forlorn, —I have bid my dear Phillis farewel
​Since Phillis vouchſaf'd me a look, I never once dreamt of my vine: May I loſe both my pipe and my crook, if I knew of a kid that was mine.
I prize ev'ry hour that went by, beyond all that pleas'd me before; But now they are paſt, and I ſigh, and I grieve that I priz'd them no more.
But, why do I languiſh in vain? why wander thus penſively here? Oh! why did I come from the plain, where I fed on the ſmiles of my dear?
They tell me my favourite maid, the pride of that valley, is flown; Alas! where with her I have ſtray'd, I could wander with pleaſure alone.
When forc'd the fair nymph to ⟨forgo⟩, what anguiſh I felt at my heart; Yet I thought,—but it might not be ſo, ’twas with pain that ſhe ſaw me depart.
She gaz'd as I ſlowly withdrew, my path I could hardly diſcern; So ſweetly ſhe bade me adieu, I thought that ſhe bade me return.
The pilgrim that journies all day, to viſit ſome far diſtant ſhrine; If he bear but a relique away, is happy, nor heard to repine.
​Thus widely remov'd from the fair, where my vows, my devotion I owe, Soft hope is the relique I bear, and my ſolace wherever I go.
# Patie's wedding, or, All parties pleased (2)/Johnny and Mary

JOHNNY and MARY.
DOwn the burn and thro' the mead, his golden locks wav'd o'er his brow, Johnny lilting, tun'd his reed, and Mary wip'd her bonny mou' Dear ſhe lo'ed the well known ſong, while her Johnny, blithe and young, Sung her praiſe the whole day long. Down the burn and thro' the mead, his golden locks wav'd o'er his brow, Johnny lilting, tun'd his reed, and Mary wip'd her bonny mou'.
Coſtly claiths ſhe had but few; of rings and jewels nae great ſtore, Her face was fair. her love was true, and Johnny wiſely wiſh'd nae mair: Love's the pearl the ſhepherd's prize, o'er the mountain, near the fountain, Love delights the ſhepherd's eyes. Down the burn, &c.
Gold and titles give not health, and Johnny cou'd nae theſe impart; Youthfu' Mary's greateſt wealth was ſtill her faithfu’ Johnny's heart; ​Sweet the joys that lovers find, great the treaſure, ſweet the pleaſure, Where the heart is always kind. Down the burn, &c.
# Patie's wedding, or, All parties pleased (2)/The Braes of Yarrow

The BRAES of YARROW.
The ſun juſt glancing thro' the trees, gave light and joy to ilka grove, And pleaſure in each ſouthern breeze, awaken hope and ſlumbring love; When Jeany ſung with hearty glee, to charm her winſome marrow, My bonny laddie gang wi' me, we'll o'er the braes of Yarrow.
Young Sandy was the blitheſt ſwain that ever pip'd on broomy brae; No laſs cou'd ken him free from pain, ſo graceful, kind, ſo fair and gay. And Jeany ſung, &c.
He kiſs'd and lov'd the bonny maid, her ſparkling e'en had won his heart, No laſs the youth had e'er betray'd, no fears had ſhe, the lad no art, And ſtill ſhe ſung with hearty glee, to charm her winſome marrow, My bonny laddie gang wi' me, we'll o'er the braes of Yarrow.
FΙΝΙS.
# Two excellent songs (1)

TWO
EXCELLENT SONGS
John of Badenyon.
And Tullichgorum.
Edinburgh: Printed by J. Morren.
* John of Badenyon
* Tullichgorum
This work was published before January 1, 1930, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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# Two excellent songs (1)/John of Badenyon

JOHN OF BADENYON,
WHEN firſt I came to be a man, of twenty years or ſo, I thought myſelf a handſome youth, aud ſain, the wor'd would know. In beſt attire I ſtept abroad with ſpirits briſk and gay, And here and there aud every-where, was like a morn in May: I had no care, nor fear or want, but rambled up and down; And for a beau I might have paſs’d in country or in town: I ſtill was pleas’d where’er I went, aud when I was alone, I tun’d my pipe and pleas’d myſelf with John of Badenyou,
Now in the days of youthful prime, a miſtreſs I muſt find; For love, they ſay gives one an air, and even improves the mind; On Pryliss fair above the reſt, kind fortune fix’d my eyes. Her piercing beauty ſtruck my heart, and l became net priſes, ​ To Cupid now with hearty pray'r ſuffer d many a vow , And danc’d, and ſang, and ſwore, as other lovers do: But when l came to breathe my flame, I found her cold as ſtone: I left the jilt and turn’d my pipe to John of Badenyon.
3 When love had thus my heart betray’d, with fooliſh hopes and vain To Friendſhip s port I ſteer’d my courſe, and laugh’d at lovers’ pain: A Friend I got. my lucky chance, ’twas ſomething like divine! An honeſt friend’s a precious gift, and ſuch a gift was mine : And now whatever might betide! a happy man was I In any ſtrait, I knew to whom I freely might apply: A ſtrait ſoon came l try’d my friend, he heard, and ſpurn’d my moan I I turn’d away, and pleas’d myſelf with John of Badenyon.
I thought I ſhould be wiſer next, and would a Patriot turu, ​Began to doat on Johnney Wilkes, and cry up Parſon Horn: Their manly courage I admir'd! approv’d their noble ſeal, Who had, with flaming tongue and pen, maiurain’d the public wea: But e'er a month or two was pait, I found myſelf betray’d, T'was ſelf and party after all, for all the ſtir they made. For when I ſaw the factious knaves inſult the very throne. I curs’d them all and turn'd my pipe to John of Badenyon.
5 What to do next I mus’d a while, ſtill hoping to ſecceed, I pitch’d on books for company, and gravely try’d to read; I bought aud borrow’d every-where, and ſtudied night and day, Ne’er miſt what Dean or Doctor wrote, that happen’d in my way, Philosophy I now eſteem’d the ornament of youth. And carefully, thro’ many a page, I hunted after truth; ​Ten thouſaud various ſcheme I trs’d, but yet was pleaſ’d with none threw them by and ruin'd my pipe to John of Badenyon.
And now ye youngſters every-where, who want to make a ſhow, Take heed in time nor vainly hope for happineſs below; What you may fancy pleaſure here, is but an empty name. For girls and friend and books alſo, you’ll find them all the fame, Then be advis’d and warning take, from ſuch a man as me, I’m neither Pope nor Cardinal, I nor one of high degree; You’ll find displeaſure every-where, then do as I have done, E’en tune your pipe and pleaſe yourſelf with John of Badenyon.
# Two excellent songs (1)/Tullichgorum

TULLICHGORUM.
COME gi’e‘s ſang, Montgomery cry'd, And lay our diſputes all aside. What nonsense is’t in folks to chide For what was dose before them!
Let Whig and Tory all agree. Whig and Tory, Whig and Tory, Let Whig and Tory all agree.
And drop their whume-meg-moruning Let Whig and Tory all agree To ſpend the night with mirth and glory Ants chearful ſing along with me The reel of Tullichgorum.
O Tullichgorum’s my delight! It makes us all in one unite. And any ſumph that keeps up ſpite Out of my lift I'll ſcore him; For Blyth and cheery we's be a',
Blyth and cheery, Blyth and cheery
Blyth and cheery we's be a', And make a hearty quornm: For blyth and cheery we's be a', As long as we ha'e breath to draw. And dance till we be like to fa, The reel of Tullichgorum.
What needs there be ſo great a phrase Wi‘ dringing dull Italian lays, I would no gi’eour own Strathſpeye
They're douſſ and dowie, art the beſt, Douſſ and dowie. Douſſ and dowie. They’re douff and dowie at the beſt
Tuo' thouſands ſhould encore them, They're douſſ and dowie at the beſt, Their allegro's and a' the reſt, They cauna pleaſe a true Scots taſte. Compar'd with Tallichgorm
Let worldly minds themſelves oppress Wi' fear of want an double ceſs, And ſullen ſots themſelves oppress Wi' keeping up decorum; Shall we ſo ſour and ſulky fit,
Sour and sulky. Sour and sulky,
Shall we ſo ſour sulky fit, Lik(illegible text)d Philosophorum! Shall we ſo ſour and sulky sit, We neither sense, nor mirth nor wit, And never try to shake our foot To the reel Tullichgorum
Mav choiceſt blessings still attend Ever honest open hearted friend, And calm and quiet be his end. ​And a' that's good come o'er him; May peace and plenty be his lot,
peace and plenty, peace and plenty,
May peace and plenty be his lot, And dainties a great store o' them, May peace and plenty he his lot, Unſtain'd by any vicious spot, And may he never want a groat, That's ſone of Tullichgorum.
But for your sullen ſrumpish fool, That love to be oppression's tool, May envy gnaw his rotten soul. And discontent devour him May (illegible text) and sorrow be bis chace,
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F I N I S
# Rope (US 1929)/Act III

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# The Fisher Maiden/Preface

Preface.
The Fisher Maiden was written in 1867 and 1868, and was published simultaneously in Norway and Germany. The popularity of the story is sufficiently demonstrated by the fact that it has appeared in four German and in two English translations, the present being the third.
The characters are, perhaps, less ideal than those of his peasant stories, and the style throughout indicates that the author has entered upon a new era in his literary development. His aim here is to show how irresistible is the power of innate vocation and natural talent, and to vindicate the theatre as a place not only of amusement, but also of instruction, against the unjust criticisms of the clergy.
In the weird poem, in the eleventh chapter, on the young viking, Mr. Björnson depicts, in strangely profound sentences, his own career, his early struggles, and the victory he so quickly gained. Indeed, as Björnson said to me in 1872, the Fisher Maiden is Björnson himself, and in the young viking he ​has given, in a few enigmatic strokes, a picture of both the heroine and the author. Nowhere does Mr, Björnson’s patriotism burst forth in purer and nobler strains than in the short poem that follows soon after that on the young viking. It is all aglow with love and pride and confidence and hope, and is a perfect mirror of the poet’s feelings and aspirations in the midst of his great success.
The poems in this volume are translated by Augusta Plesner and Frederika Richardson, with the exception of the one at the end of chapter iv., beginning, “Ah, sweet is Love’s first meeting!” and the one in chapter ix., beginning “Joy now is kindled,” both of which are by Auber Forestier. Music has bean written for “Ah, sweet is Love’s first meeting,” by Halfdan Kjerulf, and for “Joy now is kindled,” by Edward Grieg. The latter may be found in the “Norway Music Album.”
Rasmus B. Anderson. Asgard, Madison, Wisconsin. March, 1882.
# The Fisher Maiden/Publishers' Note

Publishers' Note.
The present edition of Björnstjerne Björnson’s Works is published by special arrangement with the author. Mr. Björnson has designated Prof. Rasmus B. Anderson as his American translator, coöperates with him, and revises each work before it is translated, thus giving his personal attention to this edition.
# Merry Drollery, Complete (1670)

Merry Drollerie, Complete.
Merry Drollery, Complete. Or, A Collection
| Of $\scriptstyle {\left\{{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right.}$ | Jovial Poems, Merry Songs, Witty Drolleries, |
Intermixed with Pleasant Catches.
The First Part.
Collected by W.N. C.B. R.S. J.G. Lovers of Wit.
London, Printed for Simon Miller, at the Star, at the West-End of S$^{t.}$ Pauls, 1670.
To the Reader:
Courteous Reader,
We do here present thee with a Choice Collection of Wit and Ingenuity, many of which were obtained with much difficulty, and at a Chargeable Rate; ​It is Composed so as to please all Complexions, Ages, and Constitutions of either Sexes, and is now Completed.
Farewel.
Merry Drollery, Complete. Or, A Collection
| Of $\scriptstyle {\left\{{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right.}$ | Jovial Poems, Merry Songs, Witty Drolleries, |
Intermixed with Pleasant Catches.
The Second Part.
Physical Experiments, being a Plain Description of the Causes, Signs, and Cures of most Diseases incident to the body of man; with a Discourse of Witchcraft. By William Drage, Practitioner of Physick at Hitchin in Hartfordshire.
Bishop White, upon the Sabbath.
The Artificial Changeling.
The life of Tamerlain.
The Pragmatical Jesuite. A Play by Richard Carpenter.
Mr Shepherd, on the Sabbath.
The Rites of the Crown of England, as it is esta​blished by Law; By E. Bagshaw of the Inner-Temple.
An Enchiridion of fortification
Merry Drollery Compleat.
Butler, of War.
Ramsey, of Poysons.
Artimedorus, of Dreams.
Record, of Urines
The History of Fortunatus.
The History of Daphnis and Cloe.
Oxford Jeasts.
Dr. Smith’s Practice of Physick.
The third part of the Bible and New Testament.
The duty of every one that will be saved? being Rules, Precepts, Promises, and examples, Directing all Persons of what degree soever, how to govern their Passions, and to live virtuosly and soberly in the World. Dr. Spurstow’s Meditations.
The understanding-Christians-Duty.
A Help to Prayer.
Hell Torments shaken.
A New Method of Preserving and Restoring Health, by the vertue of Coral and Steel.
David’s Sling.
This work was published before January 1, 1930, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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# St. Francis of Assisi

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# The Fisher Maiden/Chapter III

Chapter III.
Hans Ödegaard’s father had as a youth wandered out from the parish of Ödegaard, in the diocese of Bergen. People had interested themselves in him, and he was now a learned man and a stern preacher. He was, moreover, an authoritative person, not so much in speech as in action; for he “remembered well,” as people said. This man who was so resolute in the execution of all his plans, was baffled in a quarter where he least expected it, and where it gave him the most pain.
He had three daughters and one son. The son, Hans, was the light of the school; the father himself prepared him for his studies and took daily delight therein. Hans had a friend whom he helped to win the place next to him in the school, and who therefore loved him beyond all else on earth save his own mother. They were comrades at school, and went together to the university; together they passed the first two examinations, and were to enter together on the preparation for their future ​Page:The Fisher Maiden.pdf/44 ​Page:The Fisher Maiden.pdf/45 ​Page:The Fisher Maiden.pdf/46 ​Page:The Fisher Maiden.pdf/47 ​Page:The Fisher Maiden.pdf/48 ​Page:The Fisher Maiden.pdf/49 ​Page:The Fisher Maiden.pdf/50 ​Page:The Fisher Maiden.pdf/51 ​Page:The Fisher Maiden.pdf/52 ​Page:The Fisher Maiden.pdf/53 ​Page:The Fisher Maiden.pdf/54 ​Page:The Fisher Maiden.pdf/55 ​Page:The Fisher Maiden.pdf/56 ​Page:The Fisher Maiden.pdf/57 ​Page:The Fisher Maiden.pdf/58 ​Page:The Fisher Maiden.pdf/59 ​Page:The Fisher Maiden.pdf/60 ​Page:The Fisher Maiden.pdf/61
# The Fisher Maiden/Chapter IV

Chapter IV.
Shortly after the confirmation she went one day to see Ödegaard’s sisters, but soon became conscious that Ödegaard had made a grave mistake; for the priest did not deign to notice her, and his daughters, both older than Ödegaard, were cold and formal. They contented themselves with giving her brief instructions from their brother as to how she was now to occupy herself. The whole forenoon, it seemed, she was to take part in the domestic duties of a house in the outskirts of the town, and in the afternoon attend sewing-school; she was to sleep at home and have her supper and breakfast there. She did all that had been planned for her to do, and took pleasure in it as long as it was a novelty, but later, and especially when summer came, she found it irksome; for during that season she had been in the habit of sitting in the forest the whole day long, and there she had read her books, which she now missed from the bottom of her heart, as she missed Ödegaard and missed companion​Page:The Fisher Maiden.pdf/63 ​Page:The Fisher Maiden.pdf/64 ​Page:The Fisher Maiden.pdf/65 ​Page:The Fisher Maiden.pdf/66 ​Page:The Fisher Maiden.pdf/67 ​Page:The Fisher Maiden.pdf/68 ​Page:The Fisher Maiden.pdf/69 ​Page:The Fisher Maiden.pdf/70 ​Page:The Fisher Maiden.pdf/71 ​Page:The Fisher Maiden.pdf/72 ​Page:The Fisher Maiden.pdf/73 ​Page:The Fisher Maiden.pdf/74 ​Page:The Fisher Maiden.pdf/75 ​Page:The Fisher Maiden.pdf/76 ​Page:The Fisher Maiden.pdf/77 ​Page:The Fisher Maiden.pdf/78 ​Page:The Fisher Maiden.pdf/79 ​Page:The Fisher Maiden.pdf/80 ​Page:The Fisher Maiden.pdf/81 ​Page:The Fisher Maiden.pdf/82 ​Page:The Fisher Maiden.pdf/83 ​Page:The Fisher Maiden.pdf/84 ​Page:The Fisher Maiden.pdf/85 ​Page:The Fisher Maiden.pdf/86 ​Page:The Fisher Maiden.pdf/87
# The Fisher Maiden/Chapter V

Chapter V.
The next morning Petra sat in her room half dressed, and could get no further the whole day. Each time she made a fresh effort, her arms fell powerless on her lap. Her thoughts were weighed down like a full-ripe ear of corn, like rich bluebells in the fields. Peace, security, fluctuating visions hovered over the bright castle wherein she dwelt. She lived over again the interview of yesterday,—every word, every look, every pressure of the hand, every kiss was present before her; she wished to pass it all in review from the meeting to the parting, but could never get through, for every single reminiscence became transformed into a shadowy dream, and each dream kept returning with bright promises. Sweet as this was, she was forced to thrust it from her in order to recall where she had left off; but no sooner did she recall it than she was again lost in the marvelous.
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# Poems (Odom)

POEMS
BY
MARY HUNT McCALEB
G. P. PUTNAM'S SONS
NEW YORK: 27 & 29 WEST 23D STREET
LONDON: 25 HENRIETTA STREET, COVENT GARDEN
1884
COPYRIGHT BY
MARY HUNT McCALEB
1884
DEDICATION
TO
THE BEST AND DEAREST FRIEND I HAVE ON EARTH
MY HUSBAND
HON. T. L. ODOM
OF FORT CHADBOURNE, RUNNELS COUNTY, TEXAS
WITH THE DEEPEST AFFECTION OF HIS DEVOTED WIFE
THE AUTHOR
CONTENTS.
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