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# Krilof and His Fables/Parnassus

Parnassus.
After the Gods had been driven out of Greece, and when their domains were being divided among mortals, a certain man had Parnassus itself allotted to him. The new landlord turned out a number of Asses to graze on it. Now these Asses had learnt, somehow or other, that the Muses used to live there in former times; so they said,
"It wasn't for nothing that we were turned out on Par­nassus. It is evident that the world is tired of the Muses, and it wants us to take to singing here."
Then one exclaimed,
"Look sharp there, and don't lose heart. I will lead off: mind you are not behindhand. We must not be timid, friends. Rather will we lift up our voices louder than those of the Nine Sisters, rendering our herd illustrious. And we will form our own choir, and, in order that our confraternity may not be disconcerted, we will establish among ourselves such a regulation as this—that we will not admit upon Parnassus any but those in whose voices the asinine charm is to be found."
The Asses approved of the beautiful and artistically-con­ structed speech of the Ass, and the novel choir set up a ​screech that sounded as if a train of waggons were rolling along on a thousand unoiled wheels. But how did the varied beauty of the singing end? Why, the landlord, losing all patience, drove them away from Parnassus into his stable.
If it will not hurt the feelings of the uncultivated, I should like to quote the ancient saw:
[This fable is supposed to refer to the downfall of what was called the "English" Ministry in Russia, after the meeting which took place at Tilsit between Alexander I. and Napoleon. When Alexander came to the throne he displaced most of the old Ministers, and gave their portfolios to young men who shared his own liberal ideas. They held office for five years. Then came the change in Alexander's policy, which drove them out, so that by the end of 1807 not one of them was left in power. Krilof, as a Conservative, and an admirer of the old school of politicians formed under Catherine II., was delighted at the fall of the "Young-Russian" Ministry.]
# Krilof and His Fables/Fortune and the Beggar

Fortune and the Beggar.
A wretched Beggar, carrying a ragged old wallet, was creeping along from house to house; and, as he grumbled at his lot, he kept wondering that folks who lived in rich apartments, and were up to their throats in money and in the sweets of indulgence, should be always unsatisfied, however full their pockets might be, and that they should go so far as often to lose all they have, while unreasonably craving for, and laying their hands on, new riches. "Here, for instance," he says, "the former master of this house succeeded in trading prosperously, and made himself enormously rich by commerce. But then, instead of stopping, and ​handing over his business to another, and spending the rest of his years in peace, he took to equipping ships for the sea in the spring. He expected to get mountains of gold; but the ships were smashed, and his treasures were swallowed up by the waves. Now they all lie at the bottom of the sea, and he has found his riches melt away like those in dreams. Another man became one of the farmers of the spirit-tax, and so gained a million. That was a trifle: he wanted to double it. So he plunged up to his ears in speculations, and was utterly ruined. In short, instances of this are countless. And quite right too: a man should use discretion."
At this moment Fortune suddenly appeared to the Beggar, and said, "Listen! I have long wished to help you. Here is a lot of ducats I have found. Hold out your wallet, and I will fill it with them; but only on this condition:—All shall be gold that falls into the wallet; but if any of it falls out of the wallet to the ground, it shall all become dust. Consider this well. I have warned you beforehand. I shall keep strictly to my compact. Your wallet is old; don't overload it beyond its powers."
Our Beggar is almost too overjoyed to breathe. He scarcely feels the ground beneath his feet. He opens his wallet, and with generous hand a golden stream of ducats is poured into it. The wallet soon becomes rather heavy.
"Is that enough?"
"Not yet."
"Isn't it cracking?"
"Never fear."
​"Consider, you 're quite a Crœsus."
"Just a little more; just add a handful."
"There, it 's full. Take care: the wallet is going to burst."
"Just a little bit more."
But at that moment the wallet split; the treasure fell through, and turned to dust; and Fortune disappeared. The Beggar had nothing but his empty wallet, and remained as poor as before.
# The Chimes (Rackham)

The Chimes by Charles Dickens
Printed in Great Britain
Contents
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# Krilof and His Fables/Fortune's Visit

Fortune's Visit.
At the extremity of a town stood a wretched old house. In it lived three brothers, who could not get rich. Somehow, there was not a single thing that succeeded with them. Whatever any one of them took in hand was sure to prove unsuccessful : on all sides they met with hindrance and loss; and, according to them, it was all the fault of Fortune.
It happened that Fortune paid them a visit as she was passing by, and, touched by their great poverty, determined to do all she could to help them in everything they undertook, and to spend a whole summer with them. A whole ​summer!—a long time indeed. Well, the poor fellows soon find their affairs assuming a different aspect. One of them, although he was a poor hand at trading, gets a great profit now on everything he either buys or sells, utterly forgets that such a thing as loss exists, and rapidly becomes as rich as Crœsus. The second enters the public service. At another time he would have stuck fast among the copyists; but now he reaps successes on all sides. Every time he gives a dinner, or pays a visit of ceremony, he gets either rank conferred upon him or a place given him. See, he has an estate, a mansion in town, and a box in the country
And now you will ask, what advantage did the third brother obtain? I suppose that Fortune really helped him also? Certainly; from his side she scarcely ever absented herself. The third brother chased flies all the summer, and that with the most wonderful success. I don't know whether he used to be clever at that sort of thing in former days, but during that summer his labour was never thrown away. In whatever manner he moved his hand (thanks to Fortune), he never once missed his shot.
But see! their guest, meanwhile, has brought her stay with the brothers to an end, and has set out on a long journey. Two of the brothers have gained greatly. One of them is rich; the other has got riches and rank besides. But the third brother curses his fate, inasmuch as malignant Fortune has left him nothing but a beggar's wallet.
# Krilof and His Fables/The Carp

The Carp.
A number of carp dwelt in the clear spring-water of a lake in a Seigneur's garden. In shoals they used to sport near the banks, and all their days, it seemed, went by like days of gold.
But suddenly the Seigneur orders a number of pike to be put in the pond with them.
"Excuse me!" says a friend of his, who heard of that, "excuse me, but what can you be intending to do? What good thing can ever come of a pike? Not a fin will be left of the carp to a certainty. Can it be that you don't know how voracious pike are?"
"Don't waste your words," smilingly answers the Seigneur. "I'm well aware of all that. But I should like to know what makes you think that I am fond of carp?"
# Caroling Dusk/Death Song

DEATH SONG
# A Death Song

* "A Death Song", published in Lyrics of the Healthside (1902)
* "A Death Song", published in The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar (1913)
* "A Death Song", published in The Book of American Negro Poetry (1922)
* "Death Song", published in Caroling Dusk (1927)
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# Life (Dunbar)

* "Life", published in Lyrics of Lowly Life (1896)
* "Life", published in The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar (1913)
* "Life", published in Caroling Dusk (1927)
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# Caroling Dusk/Life

LIFE
# Caroling Dusk/After the Quarrel

AFTER THE QUARREL
# The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar/After The Quarrel

After The Quarrel
So we, who 've supped the self-same cup,  To-night must lay our friendship by; Your wrath has burned your judgment up,  Hot breath has blown the ashes high. You say that you are wronged--ah, well,  I count that friendship poor, at best A bauble, a mere bagatelle,  That cannot stand so slight a test.
I fain would still have been your friend,  And talked and laughed and loved with you; But since it must, why, let it end;  The false but dies, 't is not the true. So we are favored, you and I,  Who only want the living truth. It was not good to nurse the lie;  'T is well it died in harmless youth.
I go from you to-night to sleep.  Why, what's the odds? why should I grieve? I have no fund of tears to weep  For happenings that undeceive. The days shall come, the days shall go  Just as they came and went before. The sun shall shine, the streams shall flow  Though you and I are friends no more.
And in the volume of my years,  Where all my thoughts and acts shall be, The page whereon your name appears  Shall be forever sealed to me. Not that I hate you over-much,  'T is less of hate than love defied; Howe'er, our hands no more shall touch,  We 'll go our ways, the world is wide.
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# After the Quarrel

* "After The Quarrel", published in The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar (1913)
* "After the Quarrel", published in Caroling Dusk (1927)
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# Caroling Dusk/Ships that Pass in the Night

SHIPS THAT PASS IN THE NIGHT
# The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar/Ships That Pass In The Night

SHIPS THAT PASS IN THE NIGHT
Out in the sky the great dark clouds are massing;  I look far out into the pregnant night, Where I can hear a solemn booming gun  And catch the gleaming of a random light, That tells me that the ship I seek is passing, passing.
My tearful eyes my soul's deep hurt are glassing;  For I would hail and check that ship of ships. I stretch my hands imploring, cry aloud,  My voice falls dead a foot from mine own lips, And but its ghost doth reach that vessel, passing, passing.
O Earth, O Sky, O Ocean, both surpassing,  O heart of mine, O soul that dreads the dark! Is there no hope for me? Is there no way  That I may sight and check that speeding bark Which out of sight and sound is passing, passing?
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# Ships That Pass In The Night

* "Ships That Pass In The Night", published in The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar (1913)
* "Ships that Pass in the Night", published in Caroling Dusk (1927)
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# Ships that Pass in the Night

* "Ships That Pass In The Night", published in The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar (1913)
* "Ships that Pass in the Night", published in Caroling Dusk (1927)
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# Caroling Dusk/We Wear the Mask

WE WEAR THE MASK
# We Wear the Mask

* "We Wear the Mask", published in Lyrics of Lowly Life (1896)
* "We Wear the Mask", published in The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar (1913)
* "We Wear the Mask", published in Caroling Dusk (1927)
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# Caroling Dusk/Sympathy

SYMPATHY
# Caroling Dusk/The Debt

THE DEBT
# Sympathy (Dunbar)

* "Sympathy", published in The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar (1913)
* "Sympathy", published in Caroling Dusk (1927)
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# The Debt (Dunbar)

* "The Debt", published in The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar (1913)
* "The Debt", published in Caroling Dusk (1927)
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# The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar/The Debt

THIS is the debt I pay Just for one riotous day, Years of regret and grief, Sorrow without relief.
Pay it I will to the end -- Until the grave, my friend, Gives me a true release -- Gives me the clasp of peace.
Slight was the thing I bought, Small was the debt I thought, Poor was the loan at best -- God! but the interest!
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# Cane

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* "Cane", an entry in the 1911 Encyclopædia Britannica
* Cane (1923), a novel by Jean Toomer
# Caroling Dusk/Joseph S. Cotter, Sr.

JOSEPH S. COTTER, SR.
“I was born in Nelson County, Ky., February 2nd, 1861, on a farm owned by my great grandfather, Daniel Stapp, a tanner. In 1829 he bought himself and a part of his master’s farm. Later he bought his daughter, Lucinda, my mother’s mother.
Martha, my mother, was born on a nearby farm owned by her English-Indian father, Fleming Vaughan. Prior to my birth she lived in Bardstown and was a servant at “My Old Kentucky Home.” She took me to Bardstown soon after my birth and brought me to Louisville in my fourth week, and here I have lived ever since.
I attended a private school and could read before my fourth year. Conditions were such that my attendance at school was very irregular. I quit school in my eighth year, having completed the third grade, and did not return until my twenty-second year.
During this time I picked up rags in the streets and worked in tobacco factories and brick-yards. My nineteenth year found me a distiller in one of the largest distilleries in Kentucky. A turn of fortune made me a teamster. I hauled cotton and tobacco and made up my mind to enter the prize ring. Another turn of fortune put me into a Louisville public night school. Here I ​began in the third grade where I left off in my eighth year.
At the end of two school sessions of five months each I was promoted to the high school. I keep this diploma under lock and key, for it is the only one I have ever received.
The man who turned my attention from prize-fighting to night school and then to school teaching, and who discovered my knack for writing verses, was Dr. W. T. Peyton of Louisville. He was my greatest benefactor.
My talent of whatever kind comes from Martha, my mother. She was poet, story-teller, dramatist and musician. My published works are: A Rhyming, Links of Friendship, Caleb, the Degenerate, a poetic drama, A White Song And A Black One and Negro Tales. My unpublished works are: Life’s Dawn And Dusk, poems, Caesar Driftwood and Other One Act Plays and My Mother And Her Family.
# Five Excellent New Songs (c. 1780, "The Miser's Daughter")

Five Excellent
New Songs.
* I. The MISER’S DAUGHTER.
* II. The ABSENT LOVER.
* III. As through a Grove I took my Way.
* IV. The ANSWER.
* V. CLOUT the CALDRON.
Entered according to Order.
Poems:
* The Miser's Daughter
* The Absent Lover
* As through a Grove I took my Way
* The Answer
* Clout the Caldron
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# Five Excellent New Songs (c. 1780, "The Miser's Daughter")/The Miser's Daughter

The MISER’S DAUGHTER.
A Youthful ſwain courted a maid, and he was of a low degree, And ſhe a miſer’s daughter great, which prov’d his fatal tragedy.
He courted her both day and night, no lover ſure ſuch pain could bear; He languiſh’d for his heart’s delight, and thus adreſs’d his deareſt dear.
What ſhall I do? I am oppreſs’d; alas! alas! my grief’s renew’d, My very heart within my breaſt, alas! will break for love of you.
With ambroſial ſpeeches & modeſt ſmile, ſhe anſwered, you are but poor; My parent’s wrath I’m ſure to gain, if I your perſon ſhould adore.
Don’t be danton’d in the leaſt love, frowns from your parents never fear, For I will work both day and night, all for to comfort you my dear.
She ſaid your trade is very poor, for to maintain a family, But ſince your heart’s in Cupid’s bands, I will conſent and marry thee.
This meeting being in a grove, it happ’ned in an ev’ning clear, Her aged father walking nigh, theſe words he chanc’d to overhear.
Then he call’d on this beautiful maid, likewiſe enraged moſt paſſionately. You barb’rous maid unto her he ſaid, will you diſgrace my family?
O father dear, then ſhe reply’d, don’t be hard hearted to my love, For had I all the Indian gold, there’s none but he that I could love.
Now ſince your heart’s in Cupid’s thrall, your wanton thoughts I mean to lay, I will ſend you to a dungeon deep, and keep you to your dying day.
That very night with weighty air, he ſent her to a dungeon deep, Where bread and water was her food, and the cold earth her bed to ſleep.
To the ſweeting wall ſhe made her moan, and this addreſs to her love ſhe ſent, I’m here confined all alone, alas! with grief my heart will break.
With that her tender heart did break, her virtuous ſoul ſoon took its flight: Her love at the window ſtanding by, he ſigh’d, and died for her ſake.
# Five Excellent New Songs (c. 1780, "The Miser's Daughter")/The Absent Lover

The ABSENT LOVER.
Tune, O my love, is far from me, &c.
Ye ſwains who’re happy with your lovers; by having them at hand, Poſſeſs your time in peace and love: while you may it command; For fate may make the diſtance more; and leave you then to moan; Crying oh, my love is far from me: when I ly down.
When I am ſeated by my love; no man is happier then, But when I’m abſent from the fair: my heart is fill’d with pain, And then nought can me pleaſure give, all ſeems to wear a frown, When my love ſhe’s ſo far from me, when I ly down.
When I would claſp the lovely nymph I’ve nothing but the air, This fills my heart with grief and pain, and each corroding care, I’d rather be poſſeſt of her, as wear the richeſt crown. But, ah my ſtars, ſhe’s far from me, when I ly down.
Yet fate may pity this my grief, and give her to my arms, And then no maid beſide herſell, ſhall catch me with their charms. And when this trouble’s over, we baniſh every frown, And claſp each other in our arms, when I ly down.
# Five Excellent New Songs (c. 1780, "The Miser's Daughter")/As through a Grove I took my Way

As through a Grove I took my Way.
As thro’ a Grove I took my way, One morning by the break of day, I heard a damſel ſigh and ſay: The man I love is gone away.
He is a man I love ſo dear, For to find him out I know not where, I’ll ſearch the world both far and near, But that I’ll find my deareſt dear.
’Twas our minds to have one heart, It was againſt our minds to part, My ſilver locks ſhould ne’er annoy, The freedom of my deareſt joy.
What ſtrange voice is this I hear, I think it is my Molly dear, Had I but wings I would fly to you, See what the power of love can do.
In loneſome hills and ſhady rocks, Where ſhepherds feed their tender flocks, I’ll range the hills and valleys low, If they were cover’d all with ſnow.
The lily bank ſhall be my bed, The heavens ſhall be my cover-lid, And there I’ll ly till break of day, While harmleſs Robins round me play.
# Five Excellent New Songs (c. 1780, "The Miser's Daughter")/The Answer

The ANSWER.
O Yes, O yes, O yes, I cry, Tell me ye loving ſtanders by, If you a wandering heart did ſee, Which lately took its flight from me.
The marks I will deſcribe to you, Such marks you’ll ſay there are but few, ’Tis milder than the turtle-dove, And round the ſame a chain of love.
Juſt in the middle of this heart, There ſticks a fatal golden dart, From whence freſh ſtreams of blood doth flow Pray did you meet this heart or no.
Cupid a fatal arrow ſent, And forc’d it from its element, Or it had never gone I’m ſure, Great is the loſs which I endure!
If you by fortune find it there, Conduct it home to me with care, And you ſhall well rewarded be, For your kind fidelity.
Perhaps my heart you may behold, Among the lambs in Cupid’s fold, Confined like a captive ſlave, If ſo a boon of Cupid crave.
Intreat him that he’d be ſo kind, As not to keep my heart confin’d, Tell him what grief I undergo, And how mine eyes like fountains flow.
Who knows but he may comfort me, And ſet my heart at liberty, Which favour if I once obtain, My heart ſhall ne’er be loſt again.
Cloſe in my breaſt I’ll lock it faſt, And there as long as life doth laſt; I’ll keep it ſafe, no charm I’ll view, Becauſe I find what love can do.
It conquers kings and noble peers, It makes the valiant ſoul ſhed tears; All this and more fond love can do, Into a wounded heart that’s true.
# Five Excellent New Songs (c. 1780, "The Miser's Daughter")/Clout the Caldron

CLOUT the CALDRON.
Have you any pats or pans? or any broken chandlers? I am a tinker to my trade, and newly come frae Flanders.
As ſcant of ſiller as of grace, diſbanded, we’ve a bad run, Gar tell the lady of the place, I’m come to clout her caldron, Fa adrie, didle, didle, &c.
Madam, if you have wark for me, I’ll do’t to your contentment, And dinna care a ſingle flee, for any man’s reſentment; For, lady fair, tho’ I appear to every ane a tinker, Yet to yourſell, I’m bauld to tell, I am a gentle Jinker. Fa adrie, &c.
Love Jupiter into a ſwan, turned for his lovely Leda; He like a bull o’er meadows ran, to carry off Europa. Then may not I, as well as he, to cheat your Argos blinker, And won your love like mighty Jove, thus hide me in a tinker. Fa, &c.
Sir, you appear a cunning man, but this fine plot you’ll fail in, For there is neither pat nor pan, of mine you’ll drive a nail in. Then bind your budget on your back, and nails up in your apron; For I’ve a tinker under tack, that us’d to clout my caldron. &c.
FINIS.
# Caroling Dusk/The Tragedy of Pete

THE TRAGEDY OF PETE
​And Pete replied “She lost her life.”