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# Songs of the Industrial Workers of the World (4th Australian edition)/Hey! Polly

HEY! POLLY. (Tune: "Yankee Doodle").
The politician prowls around, For workers' votes entreating: He claims to know the slickest way To give the boss a beating.
Chorus:
To lead us into clover; This fight is ours, and as for you, Clear out or get run over.
He claims to be the bosses' foe, On worker's friendship doting, He says, "Don't fight while on the job. But do it all by voting.
Elect ME to the office, boys, Let all your rage pass o'er you: Don't bother with your countless wrongs— I'll do your fighting for you.'
He says that slowing down won't do, (It isn't to his liking), And that without HIS mighty aid There is no use in striking.
He says that he can lead as all To some fair El Dorado; But he's of such a yellow hue He'd cast a golden shadow!
He begs and coaxes, threatens, yells, For shallow glory thirsting. In fact, he's just a bag of wind That's swollen up to bursting
The smiling bosses think he'd like To boodle from their manger; And as he never mentions STRIKE, They know there is no danger.
And all the while he spouts and spiels, He's musing undetected, On what a lovely snap he'll have When once he is elected.
# Poems, Consisting Chiefly of Translations from the Asiatick Languages/A Persian Song of Hafez

A PERSIAN SONG
OF HAFIZ.
SWEET maid, if thou would'st charm my sight, And bid these arms thy neck infold ; That rosy cheek, that lily hand, Would give thy poet more delight Than all Bocara's vaunted gold, Than all the gems of Samarcand.
GAZEL.
EGHER an Turki Shirazi Bedest ared dili mara, Be khali hinduish bakhshem Samarcand u Bokharara.
Boy, let yon liquid ruby flow, And bid thy pensive heart be glad, Whate'er the frowning zealots say : Tell them, their Eden cannot show A stream so clear as Rocnabad, A bower so sweet as Mosellay,
O ! when these fair perfidious maids, Whose eyes our secret haunts infest, Their dear destructive charms display Each glance my tender breast invades, And robs my wounded soul of rest, As Tartars seize their destin'd prey,
In vain with love our bosoms glow: Can all our tears, can all our sighs, New luster to those charms impart ? Can cheeks, where living roses blow, Where nature spreads her richest dyes,
Require the borrow'd gloss of art?
Speak not of fate:—ah! change the theme, And talk of odours, talk of wine, Talk of the flowers that round us bloom: 'Tis all a cloud, 'tis all a dream; To love and joy thy thoughts confine, Nor hope to pierce the sacred gloom.
Beauty has such resistless power, That even the chaste Egyptian dame Sigh'd for the blooming Hebrew boy For her how fatal was the hour, When to the banks of Nilus came A youth so lovely and so coy !
But ah ! sweet maid, my counsel hear (Youth should attend when those advise Whom long experience renders sage) : While musick charms the ravish'd ear, While sparkling cups delight our eyes, Be gay; and scorn the frowns of age.
What cruel answer have I heard ! And yet, by heaven, I love thee still: Can aught be cruel from thy lip ? Yet say, how fell that bitter word From lips which streams of sweetness fill, Which nought but drops of honey sip ?
Go boldly forth, my simple lay, Whose accents flow with artless ease, Like orient pearls at random strung: Thy notes are sweet, the damsels say; But O ! far sweeter, if they please The nymph for whom these notes are sung.
# Poets of John Company/A Persian Song

SIR WILLIAM JONES.
1746–1794.
A Persian Song.
Sweet maid, if thou would'st charm my sight, And bid these arms thy neck infold; That rosy cheek, that lily hand, Would give thy poet more delight Than all Bocara's vaunted gold, Than all the gems of Samarcand.
Boy, let yon liquid ruby flow, And bid thy pensive heart be glad, Whate'er the frowning zealots say: Tell them, their Eden cannot show A stream so clear as Rocnabad, A bower so sweet as Mosellay.
Speak not of fate: Ah! change the theme, And talk of odours, talk of wine, Talk of the flowers that round us bloom: 'Tis all a cloud, 'tis all a dream; To love and joy thy thoughts confine, Nor hope to pierce the sacred gloom.
Beauty has such resistless power, That even the chaste Egyptian dame Sigh'd for the blooming Hebrew boy; For her how fatal was the hour, When to the banks of Nilus came A youth so lovely and so coy.
But ah! sweet maid, my counsel hear (Youth should attend when those advise Whom long experience renders sage): While musick charms the ravish'd ear; While sparkling cups delight our eyes, Be gay; and scorn the frowns of age.
What cruel answer have I heard? And yet, by heaven, I love thee still: Can aught be cruel from thy lip? Yet say, how fell that bitter word From lips which streams of sweetness fill, Which nought but drops of honey sip?
Go boldly forth, my simple lay, Whose accents flow with artless ease. Like orient pearls at random strung: Thy notes are sweet, the damsels say; But O! far sweeter, if they please The nymph for whom these notes are sung.
# Air Service Boys over the Atlantic

Book six in the Air Service Boys series.
AIR SERVICE BOYS OVER THE ATLANTIC
OR
THE LONGEST FLIGHT ON RECORD
BY
CHARLES AMORY BEACH
Author of "Air Service Boys Flying for France," "Air Service Boys Over the Rhine," etc.
ILLUSTRATED
NEW YORK
GEORGE SULLY AND COMPANY
PUBLISHERS
A grim tragedy of the sea was being enacted. (See page 139)
AIR SERVICE BOYS SERIES
By Charles Amory Beach
12mo. Cloth. Illustrated.
AIR SERVICE BOYS FLYING FOR FRANCE Or The Young Heroes of the Lafayette Escadrille
AIR SERVICE BOYS OVER THE ENEMY'S LINES Or The German Spy's Secret
AIR SERVICE BOYS OVER THE RHINE Or Fighting Above the Clouds
AIR SERVICE BOYS IN THE BIG BATTLE Or Silencing the German Guns
AIR SERVICE BOYS FLYING FOR VICTORY Or Bombing the Last German Stronghold
AIR SERVICE BOYS OVER THE ATLANTIC Or The Longest Flight on Record
GEORGE SULLY & COMPANY
Copyright, 1920, by
GEORGE SULLY & COMPANY
Air Service Boys Over the Atlantic
Printed in U. S. A.
AIR SERVICE BOYS OVER
THE ATLANTIC
CONTENTS
| CHAPTER | CHAPTER | PAGE |
| I | Out for Business | 1 |
| II | The Rescue | 9 |
| III | A Bold Project | 19 |
| IV | The Rest Billet | 29 |
| V | The Air Raiders | 39 |
| VI | Striking a Blow for Liberty | 46 |
| VII | The Battle in the Air | 53 |
| VIII | Bombing the Bridge | 59 |
| IX | Convincing Proof | 69 |
| X | Groping for Light | 79 |
| XI | The Amazing Plan | 86 |
| XII | Gripped in Suspense | 93 |
| XIII | Off for the Channel | 103 |
| XIV | Ready for the Start | 114 |
| XV | The Long Flight Begun | 121 |
| XVI | The First Night Out | 128 |
| XVII | When the Submarine Struck | 136 |
| XVIII | The Cold Hand of Fear | 143 ​ |
| XIX | A Desperate Chance | 151 |
| XX | On the Ice Floe | 159 |
| XXI | Attacked by a Polar Bear | 167 |
| XXII | When the Iceberg Rolled Over | 175 |
| XXIII | The End of the Flight | 190 |
| XXIV | Surprising Bridgeton | 198 |
| XXV | To See the War Through—Conclusion | 210 |
This work is in the public domain in the United States because it was published before January 1, 1930.
This work may be in the public domain in countries and areas with longer native copyright terms that apply the rule of the shorter term to foreign works.
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# The Gentleman's Magazine/Volume 1/Issue 1/Poetry

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Poetical Essays for JANUARY.
ODE for New-Years-Day by C. Cibber, Esq;
See p. 10, 11.
ODE humbly inscribed to the Poet Laureat, taken from Lon. Evening Post Jan. 7. as there said by Step. Duck, Esq.
From Fog’s Journal, Jan. 9.
An Ode on Twelfth Day. In Imitation of an Ode on New Year's-Day.
Past Two o’Clock, and a frosty Morning.
A HYMN to the LAUREAT,
Introduced in the Whitehall and London Evening Posts, Jan. 9. thus
Sir, By giving a Place in your Paper to the following Unfashionable Hymn you will very much oblige Sir, your Humble servt.
* ↑ Love's last shift.
* ↑ Careless Husband.
* ↑ Provok'd Husband.
To the Author of the Whitehall Evening Post.
Jan. 12
SIR,
As you are an impartial Writer, I dare say you will do justice on both sides.
The Verses on the Laureat, in yours of Saturday last, have occafion'd the following reply; which I hope you will give a Place to in your next, to show that we can be quick as well as smart, upon a proper occasion. And as I think it the lowest mark of a scoundrel to make bold with any man's character in print, without subscribing the true name of the author; I therefore desire, if the Laureat is concern'd enough to ask the question, that you will tell him my name, and where I live, till then I beg leave to be known by no other than that of your servant,
Francis Fair-play.
An ODE to Sir Robert Walpole, for New-Year's Day, 1731.
An Epitaph on Mrs. Oldfield.
English'd thus.
Near this place rests the body of Anne Oldfield, amid so many celebrated Poets, herself not less deserving to be celebrated; for whene'er she trod the stage, her actions always illustrated and ennobled their compositions. Never was one Genius so adapted to the most different parts; she seem'd not made but born for each distinctly. In tragedy her noble presence, elevated speech, and majestic step, temper'd with so peculiar a sweetness of voice, never fail'd to transport the most rustic and insensible into admiration. In comedy she discover'd such a winning air, such a sprightly and becoming gayety, and so happy an address, that neither eyes were satisfied with seeing her, nor hands weary of applauding.
Another.
Another.
Another.
Another.
Mrs. B-rb-r, to Mrs. C--s-r, at Bath.
EPIGRAM on a LADY, stung by a BEE.
# Weird Tales/Volume 9/Issue 3/A Requiem

From Weird Tales Volume 9, Issue 3
A Requiem
By ERNEST DOWSON
(Reprint)
Neobule, being tired,
Far too tired to laugh or weep,
From the hours, rosy and gray,
Hid her golden face away.
Neobule, fain of sleep,
Slept at last as she desired!
Neobule! is it well
That you haunt the hollow lands,
Where the poor, dead people stray,
Ghostly, pitiful and gray,
Plucking, with their spectral hands,
Scentless blooms of asphodel?
Neobule, tired to death
Of the flowers that I threw
On her flowerlike, fair feet,
Sighed for blossoms not so sweet,
Lunar roses pale and blue,
Lilies of the world beneath.
Neobule! ah, too tired
Of the dreams and days above,
Where the poor, dead people stray,
Ghostly, pitiful and gray,
Out of life and out of love,
Sleeps the sleep which she desired.
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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# More songs by the fighting men. Soldiers poets: second series/P. H. B. Lyon

P. H. B. LYON
Lieut., Durham Light Infantry
Requiem
LET others comfort your distress With soldier tales of simple art, Telling his strength, his manliness, The noble way he played his part. You should be proud;—ah, gallant heart, Say not that pride is comfortless.
But I have rarer words than praise, For more than common love was mine, And now his dear remembered ways Are treasured in the sacred shrine Where human mingles with divine, A solace for the lonely days.
He battled for no worldly hire, No stern ambition to appease, From fight to fight his heart's desire Was set on higher things than these— His home beside the English seas, And children's faces round the fire,
​Red clouds, and the low sun agleam In cottage windows dim with age, The summer sounds of wood and stream, These were his faith, his heritage; His life—a happy pilgrimage, And death the dawning of a dream.
And on that day he went to die His spirit soared on rainbow wings, Gladly he went, with head held high, And singing as a lover sings To greet the dusky night, that brings His hour of happiness more nigh.
Ah, surely when his life was sped That spirit hastened to your side. Would you but raise your weeping head You'd hear him whisper in the tide, Or on the winds of heaven ride For ever with the mighty dead.
The Lay of the Bombardier
(Old style)
MY ways are lonely and apart, My very name a thing of fear; I am the man without a heart, I am the Lord High Bombardier.
My mattins is the shrapnel's scream, My evensong the bullet's crack; The happy state of which I dream To strafe and never be strafed back.
Oft-times with Red Hats hovering near I hold a mystic high debate On how to fill the Boche with fear, On Frightfulness, or "What is Hate?"
How some bombs burst long ere they land, Others, the choicest, as they fall; How some dissect the thrower's hand, While most will never burst at all.
With that spring-throated Juggernaut That spits explosive at the sky. No dark-browed scholar devil-taught Could be more intimate than I.
​For me no more the secret cult Of "Jampot," "Hairbrush," "Pitcher," "Ball," Holds fear; the erratic catapult Has lost all power to appal.
With many a brother anarchist By night I prowl from ten till one, Thirsting to keep a bloody tryst With some rotund unready Hun.
So runs my life, but when the end Comes on the wings of shot or shell, No tears will save, nor loving friend, For me there waits the bomber's Hell,
Where with the unsubstantial shades In groves where shells eternal fall I'll fill Satanic hand-grenades With fourth-dimension ammonal.
Flanders, 1915.
# Requiem aeternam

In the Roman Catholic Church, the prayer Eternal Rest Grant Unto Them, O Lord is a prayer that is offered for deceased members of the Church. It is offered during the funeral services for the deceased, and also in memory of deceased persons.
English-language translations of Requiem Æternam include:

### Translations appended to the De profundis

The Requiem aeternam is traditionally recited after the De profundis (Psalm 130). For versions of this psalm which may contain the Requiem aeternam, see Psalm 130#Other translations.

### Standalone translations

* "Versicles in Behalf of the Holy Souls in Purgatory", in The young man's guide (1910)
# 1911 Encyclopædia Britannica/Requiem

See also Requiem on Wikipedia; and our 1911 Encyclopædia Britannica disclaimer.
​REQUIEM, the name of a solemn mass for the dead (Missa pro defunctis) in the Roman Church, appointed to be sung on All Souls' Day, in memory of all “ faithful departed,” at funeral services, and at the anniversaries of the death of particular persons. The name is taken from the first words of the Introit, Requiem aeternam dana eis, Domine. The term is specially applied to the musical setting of the mass. The most celebrated Requiem Masses are those of Palestrina, Mozart and Cherubini. The word has been also used of memorial services held in honour of a deceased person in churches other than the Roman.
# The Gentleman's Magazine/Volume 1/Issue 1/Remarkable Advertisements

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Remarkable ADVERTISEMENTS.
N the Gazette, Jan. 30. 'tis advertis'd, that in July 1729, at Bentworth in the County of Southampton, a barn was set on fire, and the corn and grain therein, the Stables and out houses adjoining were entirely burnt. Several messuages in the said parish have since been consumed in the same manner, and Bentworth, it self threatned to be laid in ashes; his Majesty's pardon is promised to any one that would discover his Accomplice.
In the Gazette of the same date, 'tis advertis'd, that the widows of such half-pay Officers as serv'd, and to whom they were marry'd in the year 1716, may receive their proportions of the sum of 1500 l. granted the last Sessions of Parliament for that purpose.
London Evening Post, Jan. 28th. 'tis advertis'd from Whitehaven, that a vessel failed for London, laden with the late Mr. Wood's ore, coals, cinders, and lime-stone, to be carried to Chelsea, to give a Specimen that iron is to be made from the ore and pit-coal. A reason is demanded why Chelsea, that produces neither, is a better place to make iron, than the neighbourhood of Whitehaven, where there is plenty of both, unless there was design of imposing upon the World?
Any poor person may be cured of the Ague gratis, by a dose only, which may be contained in a gill-glass, and never known to fail. To be had of Mr. Sam. Tripland, at the Coach-maker's Arms in Great-windmil street, over-against the Hay-market.
Letters parent were granted to Mr. G. Kettle of Southwark, for making and dying of hats and ruffs of different colours, except black.
# The Gentleman's Magazine/Volume 1/Issue 1/Fairs

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Fairs from the beginning of February to the 12th of March.
* 1BRomley, Lancashire.
* 2Ashburn, Derbyshire
* Armington. Devonshire
* Beconsfield, Bucks
* Bromley, Kent
* Bromley, Staffordshire
* Biggleswade, Bedfordshire
* Bugworth, Cheshire
* Bridgnorth, Shropshire
* Cray, Kent
* Devizes, Wiltshire
* Dorchester
* Eaftlow, Cornwal
* Evesham, Worcestershire
* Godalming, Surry
* Farringdon, Berkshire
* Hambleton, Hampshire
* Hindon, Wilts
* Lyfton Devonshire
* Leominster, Herefordshire
* Lyme, Dorsetshire
* Lynn, Norfolk
* Maidstone, Kent
* Malton, Yorkshire
* Reading, Berkshire
* Saltash, Cornwall
* 3Axbridge, Somersetshire
* Boxgrove
* Blaife, Cornwal
* Frampton on Severn
* 6Stafford
* 8Treganon, Cardiganshire
* 9Landaff, Glamorganshire
* 14Ashbrittle, Somersetshire
* Feversham, Kent
* Olney, Bucks
* Plympton, Devonshire
* 22Bath, Somersetshire
* Chipping-norton, Oxfordshire
* 23Baldock, Hertfordshire
* 24Bourn, Lincolnshire
* Blandford, Dorsetshire
* Corsham, Wilts
* Brome, Somersetshire
* Higham ferries, Northamptonfh.
* Henley on Thames
* East Isley, Berkshire
* Tewksbury, Gloucestershire
* Uppingham, Rutlandshire
* 24 Walden, Essex
* 26Stamford, Lincolnshire
* 28Chesterfield, Derbyshire
Moveable Fairs for the Month of February, and beginning of March, reduced to this Year.
* NOrthalerton, Yorkshire, every Wednesday from Christmas till June.
* Hinckley, Leicestershire, three Mondays after Twelfth-day.
* Newcastle under Line, March 1st, as Shrove-monday.
* Berkhamstead, Hertfordshire, ditto.
* Abingdon, Berkshire. On March the 3d, being Ash-Wednesd. this Year.
* Condon, Glouceftersh.
* Chichefter, Suffex
* Dunstable, Bedfordsh.
* Eaton, Buckinghamsh.
* Exeter, Devonshire
* Falkingham, Linc.
* Litchfield, Staff.
* Royston, Cambridgsh.
* Tamworth, Staff.
* Tunbridge, Kent
* Banbury, Oxf. March 4. as first Thursday in Lent.
* Abingdon, Berks. March 8 as first Monday in Lent.
* Chertsey, Surry
* Chichester, Suffex
* Winchester, Hants.
* Bedford, March the 9th,
* Wickwar, Gloucestershire last Monday in February
* Welchpool, Montgomeryshire, March the 8th.
FAIRS the beginning of March.
* 1Culliford, Devonshire
* Langueville, Glamorgansh,
* Madrim
* 2Langadock, Carmarthenshire
* 3Sevenoke, Kent
* 5Penzance, Cornwal
* 6Harif
* 7Worksop, Nottinghamshire
* 8Treganon, Cardiganshire
* 10Downes, Devonshire
* 12Wrexham, Denbighshire
* Woburn, Bedfordshire
# The New International Encyclopædia/Stephens, James

Edition of 1905. See also James Stephens (Fenian) on Wikipedia; and the disclaimer.
​STEPHENS, James (1824-1901). An Irish agitator and Fenian leader, born in Kilkenny. After participating in the Young Ireland rising of 1848, he fled to Paris. In 1853 he instituted the foundation of the Irish Republican Brotherhood, commonly known as the Fenian Society (q.v.). His system depended on complete preparation of the people. A favorable opportunity was to be awaited when England should be embroiled in foreign troubles. By 1863, both in point of view of numbers enrolled and revenue raised, the organization had assumed formidable proportions, but from that time dates its decline. The Irish People, a newspaper which he founded in Dublin in 1863 as a Fenian organ, he conducted on a private basis. The rising in the autumn of 1865 was an ill-timed affair that had hung fire from the preceding spring, and the leaders were arrested. Stephens's facile escape from Dublin Castle was a cause of reproach on the ground that he sacrificed his lieutenants to his own chances instead of taking them with him. He proceeded to the United States and devoted his energies to pacifying and uniting the branch of the society there, but in 1867 he was formally deposed. He fled for his life to Paris, and in 1891 returned unnoticed to Ireland.
# The New International Encyclopædia/Stephens, John Lloyd

Edition of 1905. See also John Lloyd Stephens on Wikipedia; and the disclaimer.
​STEPHENS, John Lloyd (1805-52). An American traveler and author, born at Shrewsbury, N. J. He graduated at Columbia College in 1822; from 1825 until 1834 practiced law in New York City, and then traveled for two years in Southern and Eastern Europe and in Palestine and Egypt, writing letters for the American Monthly Magazine that attracted widespread attention. Later he published Incidents of Travel in Egypt, Arabia Petrœa, and the Holy Land (1837) and Incidents of Travel in Greece, Turkey, Russia, and Poland (1838). In 1839 he was sent by President Van Buren on an unsuccessful mission to Central America. On his return he published Incidents of Travel in Central America, Chiapas, and Yucatan (1841). He again went to Central America in 1841 and made further explorations, the results of which appeared in Incidents of Travel in Yucatan (1843). Both works were widely read at the time and attracted attention to the archaeological remains in Yucatan. In 1849 Stephens became interested in the plan for building a railroad across the Isthmus of Panama, and was made vice-president and afterwards president of the company that was formed for that purpose. A monument was erected in his honor on the highest point traversed by the railroad.
# The New International Encyclopædia/Stephens, William

Edition of 1905. See also William Stephens (colonial administrator) on Wikipedia; and the disclaimer.
​STEPHENS, William (1671-1753). An English colonial Governor, born at Bowcombe, Isle of Wight. He graduated at King's College, Cambridge, in 1684, and was admitted to the Middle Temple. About 1736 he went to South Carolina to survey a barony and met General Oglethorpe. He removed to Georgia in 1737 and became secretary of the trustees. In 1741 he became president of Savannah, one of the two counties into which the colony was divided, and in 1743 was made president of the colony. He was requested to resign on account of his age in 1750, and gave up his office in April, 1751. He published Journal of the Proceedings in Georgia, Beginning October 20, 1733 (1742). One volume was printed separately as State of the Province (1742). His life was written by his son, Thomas, under the title The Castle-Builders (2d ed., 1759).