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# Oedipus at Colonus (Sophocles)

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Οἰδίπους ἐπὶ Κολωνῷ (Oidipous epi Kolōnō, Latin: Oedipus Coloneus), or Oedipus at Colonus, is a play by Sophocles. It was written shortly before Sophocles' death in 406 BCE, and produced by his grandson (also called Sophocles) at the Festival of Dionysus in 401 BCE. The play describes the end of Oedipus' tragic life.
Oedipus at Colonus is one of the three "Theban" plays of Sophocles, treating the story of Oedipus and his children. However, the three plays were not created as a trilogy, and were written out of chronological sequence at different times in Sophocles' career. one or more editions are available in a spoken word format.
English-language translations of Οἰδίπους ἐπὶ Κολωνῷ include:
* Œdipus Coloneus, translated by Theodore Alois Buckley (1849)
* Œdipus at Colonos, translated by E. H. Plumptre (1878)
* Oedipus at Colonos, translated by Lewis Campbell [1883] (1906)
* Oedipus at Colonus, translated by Richard Claverhouse Jebb [1904] (1917)
* Oedipus at Colonus, translated by Francis Storr (1912)
This work was published before January 1, 1930, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago. Translations or editions published later may be copyrighted.
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# Oedipus at Colonus

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# Down East Latch Strings/Publisher's Preface

In presenting to the intending summer tourist a description of the scenery along the line of, and reached by the Boston and & Maine Railroad and its immediate connections, the first difficulty, and in fact the only one, is in knowing where to commence and where to leave off.
The almost impossibility of condensing into a volume of two hundred and seventy pages the contents of innumerable volumes of historical and descriptive matter, all of which may be of interest and value to the pleasure seeker and the sportsman,is fully appreciated by the publishers of this little work.
There is no section of our country which furnishes so much of historical interest to the American as New England, and the constant streams of tourists through the summer months sufficiently evidence its popularity from a scenic or a medicinal point of view.
Here along its beaches or among its rocky promontories, with the broad Atlantic's breezes cooling the heated air, its piney woods and lakes furnishing health and sport to the Nimrods and Isaak Waltons of our land, or its pastoral valleys and "cloud-capped granite hills," may be found entertainment, health and pleasure for all tastes, however developed or inclined.
In presenting the attractions of this region to the people, no attempt has been made to more than touch upon its history or its beauties, but simply to extend the Latch Strings, having confidence that an acceptance of the invitation to pull, will open the door to an unlimited field of research into the history or the scenic beauty of New England's seashore, lakes and mountains.
It has been asserted that too much of a good thing is worse than none at all, and with this belief the author has sought to break up the monotony of description by interspersing the comments of a trio ​during their trip through some of the most interesting portions of this section, and the reader will accept this as an apology, if apology be needed, for devoting to romance, space that might easily have been devoted to dry facts.
The author’s name alone, is a sufficient guarantee that the different subjects have been well handled, and the artistic work speaks for itself in the illustrations and maps.
As to the expense of a trip through, or a sojourn in this part of New England, the individual tastes must be consulted, and upon a reference to the list of excursions, hotels and boarding-houses accompanying the book, will, no doubt, answer any inquiries in that direction.
In regard to the facilities for reaching the points and places of interest referred to, it need only be said that the Boston and Maine, haying its pecuniary interests in view, is bound to furnish the best there is in the way of road-bed, train service and rolling stock, and at rates to meet the necessities or desires of the public.
# The Flying Inn
### Contents

* Chapter I: A Sermon on Inns
* Chapter II: The End of Olive Island
* Chapter III: The Sign of "The Old Ship"
* Chapter IV: The Inn Finds Wings
* Chapter V: The Astonishment of the Agent
* Chapter VI: The Hole in Heaven
* Chapter VII: The Society of Simple Souls
* Chapter VIII: Vox Populi Vox Dei
* Chapter IX: The Higher Criticism and Mr. Hibbs
* Chapter X: The Character of Quoodle
* Chapter XI: Vegetarianism in the Drawing-Room
* Chapter XII: Vegetarianism in the Forest
* Chapter XIII: The Battle of the Tunnel
* Chapter XIV: The Creature That Man Forgets
* Chapter XV: The Songs of the Car Club
* Chapter XVI: The Seven Moods of Dorian
* Chapter XVII: The Poet in Parliament
* Chapter XVIII: The Republic of Peaceways
* Chapter XIX: The Hospitality of the Captain
* Chapter XX: The Turk and the Futurists
* Chapter XXI: The Road to Roundabout
* Chapter XXII: The Chemistry of Mr. Crooke
* Chapter XXIII: The March on Ivywood
* Chapter XXIV: The Enigmas of Lady Joan
* Chapter XXV: The Finding of the Superman
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# The Yellow Book/Volume 8/Geisha

Geisha
By E. Hornel
# The Yellow Book/Volume 8/Portrait of a Lady

Portrait of a Lady
By George Henry
# The Yellow Book/Volume 8/Horses

Horses
By J. Crawhall
# The Dialogues of Plato (Jowett)

Translation published in 1892 (The Dialogues of Plato Translated into English with Analyses and Introductions, in Five Volumes, Vol. II, Third Edition, Revised and Corrected Throughout, with Marginal Analyses and an Index of Subjects and Proper Names, Oxford University Press, London: Henry Frowde).
Chapters (not listed in original)
    Volume I
* Charmides
* Lysis
* Laches
* Protagoras
* Euthydemus
* Cratylus
* Phaedrus
* Ion
* Symposium
    Volume II
* Meno
* Euthyphro
* Apology
* Crito
* Phaedo
* Gorgias
* Appendix I
** Lesser Hippias
** Alcibiades I
** Menexenus
* Appendix II
** Alcibiades II
** Eryxias
    Volume III
* Republic
** Book I
** Book II
** Book III
** Book IV
** Book V
** Book VI
** Book VII
** Book VIII
** Book IX
** Book X
* Timaeus
* Critias
    Volume IV
* Parmenides
* Theaetetus
* Sophist
* Statesman
* Philebus
    Volume V
* Laws
** Book I
** Book II
** Book III
** Book IV
** Book V
** Book VI
** Book VII
** Book VIII
** Book IX
** Book X
** Book XI
** Book XII
* Index
# Posthumous Humanity: A Study of Phantoms/Authorization

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AUTHORIZATION.
Tarascon (Ariège), 9 Décembre, 1885.
Monsieur le Colonel,
Vous me faites demander, par l'entremise de * * * , l'autorisation de traduire en anglais, avec une addition, le livre que j'ai publié sous ce titre: "Essai sur l'Humanité Posthume et le Spiritisme, par un Positiviste." Je vous accorde volontiers cette autorisation, vous priant de vouloir bien me faire parvenir un exemplaire de votre traduction dès qu'elle aura parue.
Bien à vous, Adolphe d'Assier, De l'Academie des Sciences de Bordeaux.
# The Poetical Works of Robert Burns/Deluded Swain

DELUDED SWAIN.
TUNE—'THE COLLIER'S DOCHTER.'
# The Poetical Works of Robert Burns/Song ("Thine am I, my faithful fair")

SONG.
TUNE—'THE QUAKER'S WIFE.'
# The Poetical Works of Robert Burns/Wilt thou be my Dearie

WILT THOU BE MY DEARIE?
A NEW SCOTS SONG.
TUNE—'THE SUTOR'S DOCHTER.'
# Wilt thou be my Dearie

* "Wilt thou be my dearie", in Seven excellent new songs (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Falkirk
* "Wilt Thou Be My Dearie?", in Select songs (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Dumfries
* "Wilt thou be my dearie", in The Book of Scottish Song (1843), edited by Alexander Whitelaw
* "Wilt thou be my Dearie", in The Poetical Works of Robert Burns (1887), edited by Alexander Smith
# Seven excellent new songs/Wilt thou be my dearie

WILT THOU BE MY DEARIE.
Wilt thou be my dearie? When sorrow wrings thy gentle heart, O wilt thou let me cheer me; By the treasure of my soul, ​That's the love I bear thee! I swear and vow, that only thou Shall ever be my Dearie. Only thou I swear and vow, Shall ever be my dearie.
Lassie, say thou lo'es me; Or if thou wilt na be my ain, Say na thou'lt refuse me: If it winna, canna be, Thou for thine may chuse me, Let me, Lassie, quickly die, Trusting that thou lo'es me. Lassie, let me quickly die, Trusting that thou lo'es me.
# Select songs (1)/Wilt Thou Be My Dearie?

Wilt thou be my dearie? When sorrow wrings thy gentle heart, Wilt thou let me cheer thee? By the treasures of my soul, That’s the love I bear thee! I swear and vow, that only thou Shall ever be my dearie. Only thou, I swear and vow, Shall ever be my dearie.
Lassie, say thou lo’es me; Or if thou wilt na be my ain, Say na thou’lt refuse me; If it winna, canna be, Thou, for thine may choose me, Let me, lassie, quickly die, Trusting that thou lo’es me. Lassie, let me quickly die, Trusting that thou lo’es me.
# The Book of Scottish Song/Wilt thou be my dearie

Wilt thou be my dearie.
[Written by Burns, to the tune of "The Sutor's Dochter," in honour of Miss Janet Miller, of Dalswinton.]
Wilt thou be my dearie? When sorrow wrings thy gentle heart, Wilt thou let me cheer thee? By the treasures of my soul, That's the love I bear thee! I swear and vow that only thou Shall ever be my dearie. Only thou, I swear and vow, Shall ever be my dearie.
Lassie, say thou lo'es me, Or if thou wilt not be my ain, Say na thou'lt refuse me: If it winna, canna be, Thou for thine may choose me, Let me, lassie, quickly die, Trusting that thou lo'es me. Lassie, let me quickly die, Trusting that thou lo'es me.
# Patronymica Cornu-Britannica/F

F.
FALMOUTH. From the town of the same name; from Fal-mouth, mouth of the Fal, called the Prince's river.
FAULL. The Cornish form of Paull. There is Trefaul in Lanreath; and Paul, Paull are found as surnames in Cornwall. Hence Faulls.
FAZAN, FAZON. See Pheasant.
FELLENOWETH. See Vellenoweth.
FENTON, VENTON, VENTOM. From fenton, venton, a spring, fountain, well. There is Fenton in Ladock, and there are several names compounded of venton. But the Fentons are not always from Cornwall. There are parishes and places called Fenton (perhaps "the fenny enclosure or town") in cos. Lincoln, Stafford, and York.
FENTONGOLLAN (De). From Fenton-gollan, Venton-gollan, "which," says Hals, "was and is the soke lands of a considerable manor, which heretofore comprehended the whole parishes of St. Michael Penkevil and Merther, except the tenements of Penkevill, Tregothnan, &c. &c., now subdivided into the manors of Tregothnan and Fenton-gollan." The name means the holy well.
FESANT. See Pheasant.
FICE. See Vose.
FIDDIAN. See Mithian.
FIDDICK, FIDICK. See Biddick.
FINTER. See Wintour.
FITHIAN. See Mithian.
FOOT, FOOTE. As a Cornish name, perhaps from ​foute, a lane. Samuel Foote, the comedian, who was a native of Truro, changed his name from Foot to Foote upon settling in London.
FORD. As a Cornish name, perhaps from Ford in Lanhydroch; from ford, a way.
FORDER. From Forder in Trematon; from vor-dour, the way (over the) water; or veor-dour, the great water.
FOS. See Vose.
FOSS. From Foss in Duloe; from root of Vose, q. v.
FRADD. From prâz, a meadow. See Praed.
FRATHAN. There is the village of Fraddon in St. Enodoc, but this name is most probably corrupted from Trathan, q. v.
FREATHY, FREETHY, FRETHEY. See Tretheway.
FREEBODY. See Trewbody.
FREMEWAN. See Trewartha.
FRIDGE. From fry, fridge, a promontory; literally a nose.
FRIGGEN, FRIGGENS. Perhaps the same as Frignis, mentioned in a visitation of 9 Oct. 1620 as one of the burgesses of Truro; but these names may also be from frygwyn, the while hill or promontory.
FUDGE, FUGE, FUGO. Fuge is from foge, a blowing-house; from fok, a hearth, furnace, fire-place. Hence probably the names Fugo and Fudge.
FURSE, FURZE. From fors, vors, for ford, a way. There is a place called Furze Park in Lansalloes.
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# Patronymica Cornu-Britannica/I

I.
IDLESS (De). "From Edles or Ideless, i. e. narrow breadth (in Kenwyn), formerly the voke lands of a considerable manor, was denominated a family of gentlemen surnamed De Idless, whose heir was married to Hamley, temp. Edw. III." (Hals.) This etymology, which would seem to be from ydn narrow, les broad, is hardly reasonable, and the name may be connected with that of St. Ide, a manor mentioned by D. Gilbert under St. Issey. Ide-less would signify the court or hall of Ide.
INCE, INCH. See Ennes.
INDEAN. See Endean.
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# Patronymica Cornu-Britannica/J

J.
JACA, JACKA, JAGO, JAGOE, JAJO. Hals says jago, gago, in Sco. and Ir. signifies an island, and he refers to Floyd's Sco.-Ir. Dict. These names are rather Cornish forms of James. Cf. the Sp. Iago. Hence the surnames Jaca, Jacka.
JEWEL, JEWELL. From yuhal, high, tall, lofty; or from Hewell, a dim. of Hugh. Lower thinks Jewell corrupted from the Fr. Jules, i. e. Julius. The name of the family of Jew that inherited the manor of Trerice in Newlin is probably corrupted from Hugh.
JOSE. A Cornish form of Joseph.
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# The Book of Scottish Song/Let me in this ae night

Let me in this ae night.
[The tune of "O let me in this ae night" is to be found under different names in some of the oldest musical collections. The original words of the song are given in Herd's collection, 1776, but we can only quote part of them.—
O, lassie, art thou sleeping yet? Or are you waking I would wit: For love has bound me hand and foot, And I would fain be in, jo. O, let me in this ae night. This ae, ae, ae night, O, let me in this ae night. And I'll ne'er come back again, jo.
The morn it is the term-day, I maun away, I canna stay, O, pity me before I gae, And rise and let me in, jo. O, let me in, &c.
The night it is baith cauld and weet; The morn it will be snaw and sleet, My shoon are frozen to my feet, Wi' standing on the plain, jo. O, let me in, &c.
I am the laird o' Windy-wa's, I come na here without a cause, And I ha'e gotten mony fa's In coming thro' the plain, jo. O, let me in, &c.
"My father's waking on the street, My mither the chamber-keys does keep; My chamber-door does chirp and cheep, And I daurna let you in, jo. "O, gae your ways this ae night. This ae, ae, ae night, O, gae your ways this ae night, For I dauma let you in."
Here ends the remonstrance of tha damsel—and here our quotation must stop. The following is Burns's version of the song, which he wrote for Thomson's collection.]
O, lassie, art thou sleeping yet? Or art thou waukin', I would wit? For love has bound me hand and foot, And I would fain be in, jo. O, let me in this ae night, This ae, ae, night; For pity's sake, this ae night, O, rise and let me in, jo.
Out ower the moss, out ower the muir, I came this dark and drearie hour; And here I stand without the door, Amid the pouring storm, jo. O, let me in, &c.
Thou hear'st the winter wind and weet; Nae star blinks through the driving sleet; Tak' pity on my wearie feet, And shield me frae the rain, jo. O, let me in, &c.
The bitter blast that round me blaws, Unheeded howls, unheeded fa's; The cauldness o' thy heart's the cause O' a' my grief and pain, jo. O, let me in, &c.
HER ANSWER.
O tell na me of wind and rain, Upbraid na me wi' cauld disdain! Gae back the gate ye cam' again; I winna let you in, jo. I tell you now, this ae night, This ae, ae, ae night; And, ance for a', this ae night, I winna let you in, jo.
The snellest blast, at mirkest hours, That round the pathless wand'rer pours, Is nought to what poor she endures, That's trusted faithless man, jo. I tell you now, &c.
The sweetest flower that deck'd the mead, Now trodden like the vilest weed; Let simple maid the lesson read, The weird may be her ain, jo. I tell you now, &c.
The bird that chann'd this summer day, Is now the cruel fowler's prey; Let witless, trusting woman say, How aft her fates the same, jo. I tell you now, this ae night, This ae, ae, ae night, And, ance for a', this ae night, I winna let you in, jo.
# Lewie Gordon (1821)/Let Me in This Ae Night

LET ME IN THIS AE NIGHT.
O lassie, art thou sleeping yet? Or art thou wauken, I would wit? ⟨For⟩ love has bound me hand and foot, And I would fain be in, jo. O let me in this ae night, This ae, ae, ae night; For pity's sake this ae night, O rise and let me in, jo.
⟨Out⟩ owre the moss, out owre the ⟨muir⟩ (illegible text) came this dark and drearie hour, ⟨And⟩ here I stand without the door, Amid the pouring storm, jo. O let me in, &c.
⟨Thou⟩ hear'st the winter winds and weet (illegible text)ae star blinks thro' the driving sleet; ⟨Tak⟩ pity on my wearie feet, And shield me frae the rain, jo. O let me in, &c.
⟨The⟩ bitter blast that round me blaws ​Unheeded howls, unheeded fa's; The cauldness o' thy heart's the cause Of a' my grief and pain, jo. O let me in, &c.
# Dinna think bonny lassie/O let me in this ae night, with Her answer

O LET ME IN THIS AE NIGHT.
O Lassie, art thou sleeping yet? Or art thou wauken, I would wit? For love has bound me hand and foot, And I would fain be in, jo. O let me in this ae night, This ae, ae, ae night For pity's sake this ae night, O rise and let me in, jo.
Out owre the moss, out owre the muir, I came this dark and drearie hour, And hear I stand without the door, Amid the pouring storm, jo. O let me in, &c
Thou hear'st the winter wind and weet, Nae star blinks thro' the driving sleet; Tak pity on my wearie feet, And shield me frae the rain, jo. O let me in, &c.
The bitter blast that round me blaws, Unheeded howls, unheeded fa's; The cauldness o' thy heart's the cause Of a' my grief and pain, jo. O let me in, &c.
HER ANSWER.
O tell na me of wind and rain, Upbraid na me wi' cauld disdain, Gae back the gate ye cam again, I winna let yen in, jo. I tell you now this ae night. This ae, ae, ae night; And ance for a' this ae night, I winna let you in jo.
The snellest blast at mirkest hours, That round the pathless wanderer pours, Is nought to what poor she endures, Who's trusted faithless man, jo. I tell you now, &c.
The sweetest flower that decked the mead, Now trodden like the vilest weed, Let simple maid the lesson read, The weird may be her ain jo, I tell you now, &c.
The bird that charmed his simmer day. Is now the cruel sewer's prey; Let witless, trusting, woman say, How aft her fate's the same, jo. I tell you now &c.
# Dinna think bonny lassie

Dinna think bonny Lassie
LEWIE GORDON.
O let me in this ae night.
With HER ANSWER.
How lovely the Hour.
REMEMBER ME.
EDINBURGH:
PRINTED FOR THE BOOKSELLERS.
1819.
Poems: (not listed in original)
* Dinna think bonny lassie
* Lewie Gordon
* O let me in this ae night, with Her answer
* How lovely the hour
* Remember me
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# Dinna think bonny lassie/Dinna think bonny lassie

DINNA THINK, BONNIE LASSIE.
O dinna think, bonnie lassie, I'm gaun to leave thee; Dinna think, bonnie lasssie, I'm gaun to leave thee; Dinna think, bonnie lassie, I'm gaun to leave thee; I'll tak a stick into my hand, and come again & see thee, Far's the gate ye hae to gang, dark's the night and eerie, Far's the gate ye hae to gang, dark's the night and eerie, Far's the gate ye hae to gang, dark's the night and eerie, O stay this ae night wi' your love, and dinna gang and leave me.
It's but a night and hauf a day that I'll leave my dearie; But a night and hauf a day that I'll leave my dearie; But a night and hauf a day that I'll leave my dearie, Whene'er the sun gaes west the loch, I'll come again and see thee. Dinna gang, my bonnie lad, dinna gang and leave me; Dinna gang, my bonnie lad, dinna gang and leave me; When a' the lave are sound asleep I am dull & eerie, And a' the lee-lang night I'm sad, wi' thinking on my dearie.
​⟨O⟩ dinna think, bonnie lassie, I'm gaun to leave thee; ⟨Dinna⟩ think, bonnie lassie, I'm gaun to leave thee; ⟨Dinna⟩ think, bonnie lassie, I'm gaun to leave thee; Whene'er the sun gaes out of sight, I'll come again and see thee. Waves are rising o'er the sea, winds blaw loud and fear me; Waves are rising o'er the sea, winds blaw loud and fear me. While the winds and waves do roar, I am wae and drearie, ⟨And⟩ gin ye loo me as ye say, ye winna gang & leave me.
O never mair, bonnie lassie, will I gang and leave thee; ⟨Never⟩ mair, bonnie lassie, will I gang and leave thee; ⟨Never⟩ mair, bonnie lassie, will I gang and leave thee; ⟨E'en⟩ let the warld go as it will I'll stay at hame and cheer thee. ⟨Frae⟩ his hand be coost his stick; I winna gang and leave thee; ⟨Threw⟩ his plaid into the neuk, never can I grieve thee; Threw his boots and flang them by, cried, my lass be cheerie I'll kiss the tear frae aff thy cheek, and never leave my dearie.
# Dinna think bonny lassie/Lewie Gordon

LEWIE GORDON.
O send Lewie Gordon hame, And the lad I daurna name; Though his back be at the wa', Here's to him that's far awa. O hon, my Highlandman! O my bonnie Highlandman, Weel would I my true love ken Amang ten thousand Highlandmen.
O to see his tartan trews, Bonnet blue, and laigh-heeled shoes, Phiibeg aboon his knee; That's the lad that I'll gang wi'. O hon, &c.
This lovely youth, of whom I sing, Is fitted for to be a King; On his breast he wears a star, You'd take him for the god of war. O hon, &c.
O to see this princely one Seated on a royal throne, Disasters a' would disappear: Then begins the jub'lee year. O hon, &c.
# The Chimes (unsourced)

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The second of Dickens' five "Christmas Books".
Table of Contents
* Chapter 1 – First Quarter
* Chapter 2 – Second Quarter
* Chapter 3 – Third Quarter
* Chapter 4 – Fourth Quarter
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# Dinna think bonny lassie/How lovely the hour

HOW LOVELY THE HOUR.
How lovely the hour, when the sun smooth declining, Retires to give place to the shadows of night, When each dew drop that falls round the flowrets are twining Sweet scents that arise with mild Luna's pale light O then comes my rapture and then comes my glory, I fly from the world but I fly not in vain; A dearer than Helen so blooming in story, Yes, heavens I view her, my Margaret again.
As the blush on the face every feature enlightens So she from my bosom removes every care, The scene else unclouded, before my eye brightens, And evening but shews me her beauties more The time winged with pleasure seemed short when the morning Revealed her light form gliding home by the rill; While the sun in his orbit all nature's adorning, True love for thee Margaret my bosom shall fill.