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# Creation

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## Articles

* "The Creation" (1893), an article by Abby Langdon Alger
* "Creation," in Catholic Encyclopedia, (ed.) by Charles G. Herbermann and others, New York: The Encyclopaedia Press (1913)

## Poems

* "Creation", a poem by Mary Raymond Shipman Andrews
* "The Creation", a poem by Augusta Baldwyn ("Silence and darkness through the æriel space")
* "Creation", a hymn by William Billings ("When I with pleasing wonder stand")
* The Creation, an oratorio by Joseph Haydn
* "The Creation", a poem by Martha Lavinia Hoffman ("From the blackness and darkness of chaos")
* "The Creation", a poem by James Weldon Johnson ("And God stepped out on space")
* "Creation", part of the Wikisource-translated Metamorphoses by Ovid ("My mind takes me to speak of forms changed")
* "The Creation", a poem by Lydia Huntley Sigourney ("When night and Chaos reign'd with awful sway,")
* "Creation", a poem by Lydia Huntley Sigourney (""Let there be light!" and Chaos fled")
* "Creation", a poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox ("The impulse of all love is to create")
* "The Creation", a poem by Ellen G. White
# The Book of American Negro Poetry/The Creation

THE CREATION
(A Negro Sermon)
And God stepped out on space,
And He looked around and said,
"I'm lonely— I'll make me a world."
And far as the eye of God could see
Darkness covered everything,
Blacker than a hundred midnights
Down in a cypress swamp.
Then God smiled,
And the light broke, And the darkness rolled up on one side, And the light stood shining on the other,
And God said, "That's good!"
Then God reached out and took the light in His hands,
And God rolled the light around in His hands
Until He made the sun;
And He set that sun a-blazing in the heavens.
And the light that was left from making the sun
God gathered it up in a shining ball
And flung it against the darkness, Spangling the night with the moon and stars.
Then down between
The darkness and the light
He hurled the world;
And God said, "That's good!"
Then God himself stepped down—
And the sun was on His right hand,
And the moon was on His left;
The stars were clustered about His head,
And the earth was under His feet.
And God walked, and where He trod
His footsteps hollowed the valleys out
And bulged the mountains up.
Then He stopped and looked and saw
That the earth was hot and barren.
So God stepped over to the edge of the world
And He spat out the seven seas;
He batted His eyes, and the lightnings flashed;
He clapped His hands, and the thunders rolled;
And the waters above the earth came down,
The cooling waters came down.
Then the green grass sprouted, And the little red flowers blossomed, The pine tree pointed his finger to the sky,
And the oak spread out his arms, The lakes cuddled down in the hollows of the ground,
And the rivers ran down to the sea;
And God smiled again,
And the rainbow appeared,
And curled itself around His shoulder.
Then God raised His arm and He waved His hand
Over the sea and over the land,
And He said, "Bring forth! Bring forth!"
And quicker than God could drop His hand,
Fishes and fowls
And beasts and birds
Swam the rivers and the seas,
Roamed the forests and the woods,
And split the air with their wings.
And God said, "That's good!"
Then God walked around,
And God looked around
On all that He had made.
He looked at His sun,
And He looked at His moon,
And He looked at His little stars;
He looked on His world
With all its living things,
And God said, "I'm lonely still."
Then God sat down
On the side of a hill where He could think;
By a deep, wide river He sat down;
With His head in His hands,
God thought and thought, Till He thought, "I'll make me a man!"
Up from the bed of the river
God scooped the clay;
And by the bank of the river
He kneeled Him down;
And there the great God Almighty
Who lit the sun and fixed it in the sky,
Who flung the stars to the most far corner of the night,
Who rounded the earth in the middle of His hand;
This Great God,
Like a mammy bending over her baby.
Kneeled down in the dust
Toiling over a lump of clay
Till He shaped it in His own image;
Then into it He blew the breath of life,
And man became a living soul.
Amen. Amen.
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# Quicksand

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* "Quicksand" (1914), an entry in The New Student's Reference Work
* Quicksand (1928), a novel by Nellallitea Larsen
* "The Quicksand" (1902), a short story by Edith Wharton

## See also

* "Quicksand Years" (1882) in Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman
* "Almost in the Quicksand" (1973), a poem by Frank Amjentan
# United States Statutes at Large/Volume 6/13th Congress/2nd Session/Chapter 54

Chap. LIV.—An Act for the relief of David Porter and his officers and crews.
Claim of the United States relinquished in their favour.Be it enacted, &c., That so much of the net proceeds of the forfeitures and penalties as have accrued to the United States from the condemnation and sale of the following vessels and their cargoes, to wit: Le Duc de Montebello, Le Petite Chance, and L’Intrepide, condemned and sold by order of the district court of the United States for the Orleans district, for violations of the laws of the United States, be and the same are hereby given up and relinquished in favor of Captain ​David Porter, and of the officers and crews by whom the said vessels were captured, as a compensation to the said David Porter, and the said officers and crews, for their zeal and activity in capturing the same: and that the said Captain David Porter be hereby authorized to receive from the secretary of the treasury the amount of the said net proceeds of the aforesaid sales, to be paid by the said secretary of the treasury out of any money not otherwise appropriated; and upon receiving the same the said David Porter is authorized and instructed to distribute it amongst the said officers and crews, in the proportions, and agreeably to the regulations of the laws of the United States, for the distribution of prize money.
Approved, April 13, 1814.
# The Holladay Case (Detective Story Magazine)/Chapter 18
### CHAPTER XVIII.
#### The End of the Story.

Joy is a great restorer, and a week of happiness in Paris had wrought wonders in our junior and his betrothed. It was good to look at them. The past was put aside, forgotten; they lived only for the future.
And a near future, too. There was no reason why it should be deferred; we had all agreed that they were better married at once. The red tape of French administration was successfully unknotted, and at noon they were wedded, with only we three for witnesses, at the pretty chapel of St. Luke's, near the Boulevard Montparnasse.
There was a little breakfast afterward at Mrs. Kemball's apartmant. Her daughter and I drove with them across Paris to the Gare de Lyon, where they were to take train for a fortnight on the Riviera. We waved them off and turned back together.
“It is a desecration to use a carriage on such a day,” said my companion. We sauntered afoot down the Boulevard Diderot toward the river.
“So that is the end of the story,” she said musingly.
“Of their story, yes,” I interjected.
“But there are still certain things I do not quite understand.”
“Yes?”
“For instance—why did they trouble to keep her prisoner?”
“Family affection?”
“Nonsense! There could be none. Besides the man dominated them; and I believe him to have been capable of any crime.”
“Perhaps he meant the hundred thousand to be only the first payment. With her at hand he might hope to get more indefinitely.”
“But Frances did not see them again?”
“Oh, no; she preferred not.”
“And the money?”
“Was left in the box. I sent back the key. She wished it so. After all it was her mother.”
We had come out upon the Bridge of Austerlitz, and paused involuntarily. Below us was the busy river, with its bridges, its boats, its crowds along the quays; far ahead, dominating the scene, the towers of the cathedral; and the warm sun of June was over it all. We leaned upon the balustrade and gazed at all this beauty.
“And now the mystery is cleared away,” she said, “and the prince and the princess are wedded, just as they were in the fairy tales of our childhood. It's a good ending.”
“For all stories,” I added.
She turned and looked at me
“There are other stories,” I explained. “Theirs is not the only one.”
“No?”
The spirit of Paris—or perhaps the June sunshine—was not to be repressed,
“Certainly not. There might be another, for instance, with you and me as the principals.”
I dared not look at her; I could only stare ahead of me down at the water,
She made no sign; the moments passed.
“Might be,” I said desperately. “But there's a wide abyss between the possible and the actual.”
Still no sign; I had offended her—I might have known!
But I mustered courage to steal a sidelong glance at her.
She was smiling down at the water, and her eyes were very bright.
“Not always,” she whispered. “Not always.”
# United States Statutes at Large/Volume 6/13th Congress/2nd Session/Chapter 63

Chap. LXIII.—An Act for the relief of Augustus M’Kinney and Layzel Bancroft.
Penalties remitted.Be it enacted, &c., That the secretary of the treasury be, and he is hereby authorized and required to remit the fines, penalties, and forfeitures incurred by Augustus M’Kinney and Layzel Bancroft, who imported, in an open and public manner, into the district of Whitehall, on the twenty-seventh day of June, one thousand eight hundred and twelve, from Montreal, nine barrels of nitre.
Approved, April 18, 1814.
# United States Statutes at Large/Volume 6/13th Congress/2nd Session/Chapter 64

Chap. LXIV.—An Act for the relief of John P. Williamson and Thomas Rice.
Account to be settled.Be it enacted, &c., That the comptroller of the treasury be, and he is hereby authorized to adjust and settle, on equitable principles, the accounts of Benjamin Wall, late marshal of the state of Georgia, and to allow any credit which the said Wall might have claimed against the United States as an offset to a judgment obtained at the suit of the United States against John P. Williamson and Thomas Rice, as securities of the said Wall.
Approved, April 18, 1814.
# The Works of Abraham Cowley/Volume 2/Brutus

BRUTUS.
# The West Shore

The first magazine published in Portland, Oregon. The Oregon Historic Newspapers site has high quality page scans of most, if not all, issues. HathiTrust has online viewable scans of several issues.
# Modern Parnassus; or, The New Art of Poetry

In one or two instances, Leigh Hunt is suggested as the author of this work, but it does not feature in any biography of him or bibliography of his works available on Internet Archive or HathiTrust
Modern Parnassus;
OR, THE
NEW ART OF POETRY,
A POEM,
DESIGNED TO SUPERSEDE THE RULES OF ARISTOTLE, HORACE, LONGINUS, VIDA, BOILEAU, AND POPE.
LONDON
PRINTED FOR J. JOHNSON AND CO. ST. PAUL'S CHURCH-YARD.
1814.
C. WOOD, Printer, Poppin's Court, Fleet Street.
CONTENTS.
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This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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# Ditty: "My True Love's Eyes"

"My true-love's eyes are a surprise"
* Coates, Florence Earle (1895), "My True-Love's Eyes" in The Independent (7 March 1895)
* Coates, Florence Earle (1898), "Ditty: "My True Love's Eyes"" in Poems.
* Coates, Florence Earle (1916), "Ditty: "My True Love's Eyes"" in Poems I.

## Notes

* ↑ View this version at HathiTrust
# The Burial of Robert Louis Stevenson at Samoa

"Where shall we lay you down to rest?"
* "The Burial of Robert Louis Stevenson at Samoa" in The Outlook (14 September 1901)
* "The Burial of Robert Louis Stevenson at Samoa" in Mine and Thine (1904)
* "The Burial of Robert Louis Stevenson at Samoa" in Poems I (1916)

## References

* ↑ View this version at HathiTrust.
# Who Walks the World with Soul Awake

"Who walks the world with soul awake"
* Coates, Florence Earle (1913), "Who Walks the World with Soul Awake" in The Outlook (2 August 1913).
* Coates, Florence Earle (1916), "Who Walks the World with Soul Awake" in Poems II.

## References

* ↑ View this version at HathiTrust.
# Who's Who, 1916

This is the annual volume of Who's Who for 1916.
Digitised copy of this volume from HathiTrust.
DENNYS, Lt.-Col. Hector Travers C.I.E. 1915; Indian army; Inspector-General of Police, Punjab, since 1914; b. 9 Mar. 1864. Entered army, 1885; Captain Indian army, 1896; Major, 1903; Lt.-Col. 1911; joined Punjab Police, 1885. Address : Police Headquarters, Lahore, Punjab.
PIGOTT, Montague Horatio Mostyn Turtle, M.A., B.C.L.; barrister of the Middle Temple author and journalist; b. 9 Aug. 1865; s. of Robert Turtle Pigott, D.C.L.; unmarried. Educ. Westminster School; University College, Oxford, 2nd class honours in classical moderntions and in law; scholarship in international and constitutional law at the Middle Temple; for ten years coached pupils for the Bar examination. Publications: contributor to many papers and magazines, particularly The World; author and composer of many songs; author of various lyrics and of a play entitled All Fletcher's Fault, produced at the Avenue Theatre, and of Common Room Carols, Two on a Tour, and Songs of a Session; Founder and first editor of The Isis.
This work is in the public domain in the United States because it was published before January 1, 1929.
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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# Poems of Sentiment and Imagination/The Poet's Harp of Sorrows

The first line of the seventh stanza appears to contain a printing error. None of the five scans linked at HathiTrust clearly show the punctuation following the word "harp".
THE POET'S HARP OF SORROWS.
Thou hast been silent long, harp of my sorrows, I had thought ne'er to touch thy chords again! But grief closed in the heart such sternness borrows, It is relief to waken thy complain; And I have yearned to lay my heart on thee, And let its throbbings wake a symphony.
I have a vision in my heart— A vision of years long gone by— And from almost oblivion start A thousand links of memory. I see a dimly smiling band Far back upon the stream of time; And friendship's wreath from hand to hand Links sunniest flowers of sunny clime.
I see them faintly though so near; I gaze into their smiling eyes; And from their soft warm lips I hear The gushing of old melodies. But they are passing; as I gaze The light fades from each smiling brow; Unlike that dream of by-gone days, A specter-band glides by me now.
My eyes are dim with unshed tears That burn like fire, but will not flow; My vision hath recalled the years, The light-winged, bright-hued long ago. I hear the caroling of birds, And murmur of a gurgling stream, A low sweet laugh, and pleasant words, And eyes long closed with brilliance beam.
​I seem to feel the fragrant breath From bright, sweet lips, now pale and cold; And forms come from the land of death To cluster round me as of old. And one most fair of that fair band Smiles in my face with her pure eyes, And the warm touch of her soft hand Thrills me with long-gone ecstasies.
Art thou too fled? In my embrace I clasp naught but the viewless air; I gaze not in thy smiling face, O where art thou, my sweet bride, where? Dost call me with thy gentle tone? And yet I can not follow thee! I see thee not—I am alone; O come again, sweet bride, to me.
O wail, my harp it was a dream— A sweet deception, blessing me, And passing as a cloud-rent beam Of sun upon a troubled sea. Thy trembling chords may sadly shake, My heart-strings quiver like thine own, And by their tension soon must break, Then breathe for me thy pensive moan.
Not yet, not yet; O cease not yet, Though sad the "burden of thy song;" The restless spirit soon will set That hath disturbed thy chords so long. What strains! O never had thy strings So much of ravishment as this; I hear the rustling swoop of wings— My bride! O Death, thou comest in bliss!
# 1911 Encyclopædia Britannica/Garland, John

See also John of Garland on Wikipedia; and our 1911 Encyclopædia Britannica disclaimer.
​GARLAND, JOHN (fl. 1202–1252), Latin grammarian, known as Johannes Garlandius, or, more commonly, Johannes de Garlandia, was born in England, though most of his life was spent in France. John Bale in his Catalogus, and John Pits, following Bale, placed him among the writers of the 11th century. The main facts of his life, however, are stated in a long poem De triumphis ecclesiae contained in Cotton MS. Claudius A x in the British Museum, and edited by Thomas Wright for the Roxburghe Club in 1856. Garland narrates the history of his time from the point of view of the victories gained by the church over heretics at home and infidels abroad. He studied at Oxford under a certain John of London, whom it is difficult to distinguish from others of the same name; but he must have been in Paris in or before 1202, for he mentions as one of his teachers Alain de Lisle, who died in that year or the next. Garland was one of the professors chosen in 1229 for the new university of Toulouse, and remained in the south during the Albigensian crusade, of which he gives a detailed account in books iv.-vi. In 1232 or 1233 the hatred of the people made further residence in Toulouse unsafe for the professors of the university, who had been installed by the Catholic party. Garland was one of the first to fly, and the rest of his life was spent in Paris, where he finished his poem in 1252. Garland’s grammatical works were much used in England, and were often printed by Richard Pynson and Wynkyn de Worde. He was also a voluminous Latin poet. Works on mathematics and music have also been assigned to him, but the ascription may have arisen from confusion of his works with those of Gerlandus, a canon of Besançon in the 12th century. The treatise on alchemy, Compendium alchimiae, often printed under his name, was by a 14th-century writer named Martin Ortolan, or Lortholain.
The best known of his poems beside the “De Triumphis Ecclesiae” is “Epithalamium beatae Mariae Virginis,” contained in the same MS. Among his other works are his “Dictionarius,” a Latin vocabulary, printed by T. Wright in the Library of National Antiquities (vol. i., 1857); Compendium totius grammatices ..., printed at Deventer, 1489; two metrical treatises, entitled Synonyma and Equivoca, frequently printed at the close of the 15th century.
For further bibliographical information see the British Museum catalogue; J. A. Fabricius, Bibliotheca Latina mediae et infimae aetatis ..., vol. iii. (1754); G. Brunet, Manuel du libraire, &c. See also Histoire litt. de la France, vols. viii., xxi., xxiii. and xxx.; the prefaces to the editions by T. Wright mentioned above; P. Meyer, La Chanson de la croisade contre les Albigeois, vol. ii. pp. xxi-xxiii. (Paris, 1875); Dr A. Scheler, Lexicographie latine du XII $^e$ et du XIII $^e$ siècles (Leipzig, 1867); the article by C. L. Kingsford in the Dict. Nat. Biog., giving a list also of the works on alchemy, mathematics and music, rightly or wrongly ascribed to him; J. E. Sandys, Hist. of Class. Schol. i. (1906) 549.  (E. G.)
# Guidance on Preparing Workplaces for an Influenza Pandemic/How a Severe Pandemic Influenza Could Affect Workplaces

How a Severe Pandemic Influenza Could Affect Workplaces
Unlike natural disasters or terrorist events, an influenza pandemic will be widespread, affecting multiple areas of the United States and other countries at the same time. A pandemic will also be an extended event, with multiple waves of outbreaks in the same geographic area; each outbreak could last from 6 to 8 weeks. Waves of outbreaks may occur over a year or more. Your workplace will likely experience:
* Absenteeism - A pandemic could affect as many as 40 percent of the workforce during periods of peak influenza illness. Employees could be absent because they are sick, must care for sick family members or for children if schools or day care centers are closed, are afraid to come to work, or the employer might not be notified that the employee has died.
* Change in patterns of commerce - During a pandemic, consumer demand for items related to infection control is likely to increase dramatically, while consumer interest in other goods may decline. Consumers may also change the ways in which they shop as a result of the pandemic. Consumers may try to shop at off-peak hours to reduce contact with other people, show increased interest in home delivery services, or prefer other options, such as drive-through service, to reduce person-to-person contact.
* Interrupted supply/delivery - Shipments of items from those geographic areas severely affected by the pandemic may be delayed or cancelled.
# Men and Women (Browning)/Volume 2/Cleon

CLEON.
"As certain also of your own poets have said"―
# Men and Women (Browning)/Volume 2/The Twins

THE TWINS.
"Give" and "It-shall-be-given-unto-you."
# Two Poems - E B Browning and R Browning/The Twins

THE TWINS.
"GIVE" AND "IT-SHALL-BE-GIVEN-UNTO-YOU."
I.
Bloomed fables—flowers on furze, The better the uncouther: Do roses stick like burrs?
II.
One day at an abbey door, Said Luther; but, seized with qualms, The Abbot replied, "We're poor!"
III.
When gifts fell thick as rain: But they give us nought, for the nonce, And how should we give again?"
IV.
Of old, unless I err, Ye had brothers for inmates, twins, Date and Dabitur."
V.
Dabitur flourished too: For Dabitur's lenten face, No wonder if Date rue."
VI.
Try and make plump the other! When Date's penance is done, Dabitur joins his brother."
VII.
The Abbot hung his head. This Beggar might be, perhaps, An angel, Luther said.
Robert Browning.
# The Twins (Browning)

* "The Twins", in Two Poems (1854), by Robert Browning and Elizabeth Barrett Browning
* "The Twins", in Men and Women (1855), by Robert Browning