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# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 7/The Progress of Poetry

THE PROGRESS OF POETRY.
THE farmer's goose, who in the stubble Has fed without restraint or trouble, Grown fat with corn and sitting still, Can scarce get o'er the barndoor sill; And hardly waddles forth to cool Her belly in the neighbouring pool; ​Nor loudly cackles at the door; For cackling shows the goose is poor. But, when she must be turn'd to graze, And round the barren common strays, Hard exercise and harder fare, Soon make my dame grow lank and spare: Her body light, she tries her wings, And scorns the ground, and upward springs; While all the parish, as she flies, Hear sounds harmonious from the skies. Such is the poet fresh in pay, The third night's profits of his play; His morning draughts till noon can swill, Among his brethren of the quill: With good roast beef his belly full, Grown lazy, foggy, fat, and dull, Deep sunk in plenty and delight, What poet e'er could take his flight? Or, stuff'd with phlegm up to the throat, What poet e'er could sing a note? Nor Pegasus could bear the load Along the high celestial road; The steed, oppressed, would break his girth, To raise the lumber from the earth. But view him in another scene, When all his drink is Hippocrene, His money spent, his patrons fail, His credit out for cheese and ale; His two-years coat so smooth and bare, Through every thread it lets in air; With hungry meals his body pin'd, His guts and belly full of wind; And like a jockey for a race, His flesh brought down to flying case: ​Now his exalted spirit loathes Encumbrances of food and clothes; And up he rises, like a vapour, Supported high on wings of paper; He singing flies, and flying sings, While from below all Grub street rings.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 7/To Dr. Sheridan on His Art of Punning

TO DR. SHERIDAN.
ON HIS "ART OF PUNNING."
HAD I ten thousand mouths and tongues, Had I ten thousand pair of lungs, Ten thousand sculls with brains to think, Ten thousand standishes of ink, Ten thousand hands and pens to write Thy praise, I'd study day and night. O may thy work for ever live! (Dear Tom, a friendly zeal forgive) ​May no vile miscreant saucy cook Presume to tear thy learned book, To singe his fowl for nicer guest, Or pin it on the turkey's breast. Keep it from pasty bak'd or flying, From broiling stake, or fritters frying, From lighting pipe, or making snuff, Or casing up a feather muff, From all the several ways the grocer (Who to the learned world's a foe, sir) Has found in twisting, folding, packing, His brains and ours at once a racking. And may it never curl the head, Of either living block or dead! Thus, when all dangers they have past, Your leaves, like leaves of brass, shall last. No blast shall from a critick's breath, By vile infection, cause their death, Till they in flames at last expire, And help to set the world on fire.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 7/Tim and the Fables

TIM AND THE FABLES.
MY meaning will be best unravell'd, When I premise that Tim has travell'd. In Lucas's by chance there lay The Fables writ by Mr. Gay. Tim set the volume on a table, Head over here and there a fable; And found, as he the pages twirl'd, The monkey who had seen the world: (For Tonson had, to help the sale, Prefix'd a cut to every tale.) The monkey was completely drest, The beau in all his airs exprest. ​Tim, with surprise and pleasure staring, Ran to the glass, and then comparing His own sweet figure with the print, Distinguish’d every feature in't, The twist, the squeeze, the rump, the fidge in all, Just as they look'd in the original. "By —," says Tim, and let a fart, "This graver understood his art. 'Tis a true copy, I'll say that for't; I well remember, when I sat for't. My very face, at first I knew it; Just in this dress the painter drew it." Tim, with his likeness deeply smitten, Would read what underneath was written, The merry tale, with moral grave, He now began to storm and rave: "The cursed villain! now I see This was a libel meant at me: These scribblers grow so bold of late Against us ministers of state! Such jacobites as he deserve — D—n me! I say, they ought to starve."
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 7/To Dr. Sheridan

The next poem, Dr. Sheridan to Dr. Swift, is a response to this poem.
TO DR. SHERIDAN. 1718.
WHATE'ER your predecessors taught us, I have a great esteem for Plautus; And think your boys may gather there-hence More wit and humour than from Terence; But as to comic Aristophanes, The rogue too vicious and too prophane is. I went in vain to look for Eupolis Down in the Strand, just where the New Pole is; For I can tell you one thing, that I can, You will not find it in the Vatican. He and Cratinus us'd, as Horace says, To take his greatest grandees for asses. Poets, in those days, us'd to venture high; But these are lost full many a century. Thus you may see, dear fpiend, ex pede hence, My judgment of the old comedians. Proceed to tragicks: first, Euripides (An author where I sometimes dip a-days) Is rightly censur'd by the Stagirite, Who says, his numbers do not fadge aright.
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Commonly speaking, but a sad jade is. At least, I'm well assur'd, that no folk lays The weight on him they do on Sophocles. ​But, above all, I prefer Æschylus, Whose moving touches, when they please kill us. And now I find my Muse but ill able, To hold out longer in trissyllable. I chose those rhymes out for their difficulty; Will you return as hard ones if I call t' ye?
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 7/The Run upon the Bankers

THE RUN UPON THE BANKERS. 1720.
THE bold encroachers on the deep, Gain by degrees huge tracts of land, Till Neptune, with one general sweep, Turns all again to barren strand.
The multitude's capricious pranks, Are said to represent the seas; Which, breaking bankers and the banks, Resume their own whene'er they please.
Money, the life-blood of the nation, Corrupts and stagnates in the veins, Unless a proper circulation, Its motion and its heat maintains.
Because 'tis lordly not to pay, Quakers and aldermen in state, Like peers, have levees every day Of duns attending at their gate.
We want our money on the nail; The banker's ruin'd if he pays: They seem to act an ancient tale; The birds are met to strip the jays. ​Riches, the wisest monarch sings, "Make pinions for themselves to fly:" They fly like bats on parchment wings, And geese their silver plumes supply.
No money left for squandering heirs! Bills turn the lenders into debtors: The wish of Nero now is theirs, "That they had never known their letters."
Conceive the works of midnight hags, Tormenting fools behind their backs: Thus bankers, o'er their bills and bags, Sit squeezing images of wax.
Conceive the whole enchantment broke; The witches left in open air, With power no more than other folk, Expos'd with all their magick ware.
So powerful are a banker's bills, Where creditors demand their due; They break up counters, doors, and tills, And leave the empty chests in view.
Thus when an earthquake lets in light Upon the god of gold and Hell, Unable to endure the sight, He hides within his darkest cell.
As when a conjurer takes a lease From Satan for a term of years, The tenant's in a dismal case, Whene'er the bloody bond appears.
A baited banker thus desponds, From his own hand foresees his fall; They have his soul, who have his bonds; 'Tis like the writing on the wall. ​How will the caitiff wretch be scar'd, When first he finds himself awake At the last trumpet, unprepar'd, And all his grand account to make!
For in that universal call, Few bankers will to Heaven be mounters; They'll cry, "Ye shops, upon us fall! Conceal and cover us, ye counters!"
When other hands the scales shall hold, And they, in men's and angels' sight Produc'd with all their bills and gold, "Weigh'd in the balance, and found light!"
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 7/To A Friend Who Had Been Much Abused in Many Different Libels

TO A FRIEND,
WHO HAD BEEN MUCH ABUSED IN MANY DIFFERENT LIBELS.
THE greatest monarch may be stabb'd by night, And fortune help the murderer in his flight; The vilest ruffian may commit a rape, Yet safe from injur'd innocence escape; And Calumny, by working under ground, Can, unreveng'd, the greatest merit wound. What's to be done? Shall Wit and Learning choose To live obscure, and have no fame to lose? By Censure frighted out of Honour's road, Nor dare to use the gifts by Heaven bestow'd? Or fearless enter in through Virtue's gate, And buy distinction at the dearest rate?
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 7/To George-Nim-Dan-Dean, Esq. - (Delany)

This is the fifth of five poems on the same subject: 1. The Country Life; 2. Thomas Sheridan, Clerk, to George-Nim-Dan-Dean, Esq; 3. George-Nim-Dan-Dean's Answer; 4. George-Nim-Dan-Dean's Invitation to Thomas Sheridan; and 5. Verses by Dr. Delany.
TO GEORGE-NIM-DAN-DEAN, ESQ.
UPON HIS INCOMPARABLE VERSES, &c.
BY DR. DELANY, IN SHERIDAN'S NAME.
HAIL, human compound quadrifarious, Invincible as wight Briareus! Hail! doubly-doubled mighty merry one, Stronger than triple-body'd Geryon! O may your vastness deign t'excuse The praises of a puny Muse. Unable, in her utmost flight, To reach thy huge colossian height. T' atempt to write like thee were frantick, Whose lines are, like thyself, gigantick. Yet let me bless, in humbler strain, Thy vast, thy bold Cambysian vein, Pour'd out t' enrich thy native isle, As Egypt wont to be with Nile. O, how I joy to see thee wander, In many a winding loose meander, In circling mazes, smooth and supple, And ending in a clink quadruple; Loud, yet agreeable withal, Like rivers rattling in their fall! Thine, sure, is poetry divine, Where wit and majesty combine; Where every line, as huge as seven, If stretch'd in length, would reach to Heaven: Here all comparing would be slandering, The least is more than Alexandrine. ​Against thy verse Time sees with pain, He whets his envious sithe in vain; For, though from thee he much may pare, Yet much thou still wilt have to spare. Thou hast alone the skill to feast With Roman elegance of taste, Who hast of rhymes as vast resources As Pompey's caterer of courses. O thou, of all the Nine inspir'd! My languid soul, with teaching tir'd, How is it raptur'd, when it thinks On thy harmonious set of clinks; Each answering each in various rhymes, Like Echo to St. Patrick's chimes! Thy Muse, majestick in her rage, Moves like Statira on the stage; And scarcely can one page sustain The length of such a flowing train: Her train, of variegated die, Shows like Thaumantia's in the sky; Alike they glow, alike they please, Alike imprest by Phœbus' rays. Thy verse — (Ye Gods! I cannot bear it) To what, to what shall I compare it? 'Tis like, what I have oft heard spoke on, The famous statue of Laocoon. 'Tis like, — O yes, 'tis very like it, The long, long string, with which you fly kite. 'Tis like what you, and one or two more, Roar to your Echo in good humour; And every couplet thou hast writ Concludes like Rattah-whittah-whit.
* ↑ These were written all in circles.
* ↑ At Gaulstown, there is a remarkably famous echo.
* ↑ An allusion to the sound produced by the echo.
# The Voyages of Doctor Dolittle

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Winner of the 1923 Newbery Medal.
THE VOYAGES OF DOCTOR DOLITTLE
THE POPSIPETEL PICTURE-HISTORY OF KING JONG THINKALOT
THE POPSIPETEL PICTURE-HISTORY OF KING JONG THINKALOT
Copyright, 1922, by
Frederick A. Stokes Company
All rights reserved, including that of translation into foreign languages
| First Printing, | August 18, 1922 |
| Second Printing, | November 10, 1922 |
| Third Printing, | February 28, 1923 |
| Fourth Printing, | June 20, 1923 |
| Fifth Printing | August 16, 1923 |
| Sixth Printing, | November 30, 1923 |
| Seventh Printing, | April 18, 1925 |
| Eighth Printing | March 19, 1926 |
| Ninth Printing | July 30, 1927 |
| Tenth Printing | April 11, 1928 |
| Eleventh Printing | June 19, 1929 |
| Twelfth Printing | September 12, 1930 |
| Thirteenth Printing, | August 10, 1931 |
| Fourteenth Printing, | September 1, 1933 |
Printed in the United States of America
To
    Colin
       and
          Elizabeth
CONTENTS
PART ONE
PART TWO
PART THREE
PART FOUR
PART FIVE
PART SIX
ILLUSTRATIONS
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# The Yellow Book/Volume 1/A Study A

​A Study
By Sir Frederic Leighton, P.R.A.
Reproduced by the Swan Electric Engraving Company
# The Yellow Book/Volume 1/A Study B

​A Study
By Sir Frederic Leighton, P.R.A.
Reproduced by the Swan Electric Engraving Company
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# The Yellow Book/Volume 1/L'Education Sentimentale

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​L'Education Sentimentale
By Aubrey Beardsley
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# The Yellow Book/Volume 1/Le Puy en Velay

Le Puy en Velay
By Joseph Pennell
# The Yellow Book/Volume 1/London

​Two Songs
By John Davidson
I—London
Athwart the sky a lowly sigh
From west to east the sweet wind carried;
The sun stood still on Primrose Hill;
His light in all the city tarried:
The clouds on viewless columns bloomed
Like smouldering lilies unconsumed.
"Oh, sweetheart, see, how shadowy,
Of some occult magician's rearing,
Or swung in space of Heaven's grace,
Dissolving, dimly reappearing,
Afloat upon ethereal tides
St. Paul above the city rides!"   A rumour broke through the thin smoke
Enwreathing Abbey, Tower, and Palace,
The parks, the squares, the thoroughfares,
The million-peopled lanes and alleys,
An ever-muttering prisoned storm,
The heart of London beating warm.
# The Yellow Book/Volume 1/Down-a-down

​Two Songs
By John Davidson
II—Down-a-down
Foxes peeped from out their dens,
Day grew pale and olden;
Blackbirds, willow-warblers, wrens,
Staunched their voices golden.   High, oh high, from the opal sky,
Shouting against the dark,
"Why, why, why must the day go by?"
Fell a passionate lark.
But the cuckoos beat their brazen gongs,
Sounding, sounding so;
And the nightingales poured in starry songs
A galaxy below.
Slowly tolling the vesper bell
Ushered the stately night.
Down-a-down in a hawthorn dell
A boy and a girl and love's delight.
# The Whole Prophecies of Scotland, England, Ireland, France & Denmark/Dedication

Sacro & Auguſto, Monarcho,
JACOBO.
Magnæ Britanniæ, Galliæ & Hiberniæ Regi, &c.
Invicte Regum Regibus edite, Regnum Britannum qui Imperio regens Regali & unus Chriſtianna Regula, tum Typus es regendi; Regnum relictum funere regio, Regnum receptum munere patrio, Regnes beatus nos regendos, Uſque tuæ ſoboli relinquens.
ALIUD.
Conditur humani generis, cuſtoſque Jehovah Nil homini tribuit, moderato Principi majus In quo vera Dei, vivenſque elucet Imago. Effigiem quam fers, invicte Monarcha Britannum Expectate diu, cui vatum oracula priorum Aurea compoſitis promitunt ſecula beltes. Vive Diu ſed vive Deo, vitaque peracta Puriter, eterna compoſtus pace quieſcas.
Alia Prophetica.
Mil leſimus ſexent ſimus mirabillis annus Ternus erit Scotis commoda magna ſerens Ortus & interitus Regnum fatalis, & idem Anglorum ad Scotum transferer imperium.
Alia Prophetica de Cathedra Marmorea.
Ni fallat fatum Scoti quocunque locatum Inventient lapidem; regnare tenetur ibidem.
Las jovæ, variæque hæres, & Eliſæ Namque abeunt tibi at adveniunt, ſine ſanguine regno.
# The Whole Prophecies of Scotland, England, Ireland, France & Denmark/Chapter 9

The Prophecy of the Engliſh Chronicles.
THERE ſhall proceed an holy hermit in king Eltridus' time, in this manner, in the book of king Henry the ſixth, ſaying, Theſe Engliſhmen, forasmuch as they uſe to drunkenneſs, treaſon, and careleſſneſs of God's houſe; firſt by the Danes, then by the Normans, and the third time by the Scots, that they held the moſt wretched and the leaſt worth of all other, they ſhall be overcome and vaincuſt. Then the word ſhall be unſtable.
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# The Whole Prophecies of Scotland, England, Ireland, France & Denmark/Chapter 8

The Prophecy of Gild.
WHEN Haly Kirk is wracked, and will has no wit, And paſtors are pluckt, and pield without pity, When idolatry is in Ens and Re, And spiritual paſtors are vexed and away, And al eſtates in sight are unknown, Becauſe of their cloathing, conning, or craft, Spiritually ſuſpended, ſubverted and ſuſpected, Denying their duty to God, and their debt, Prompted up like princes, as the peacock proud, Refuſing their religion, and their right rule; Then in the north a wicked wind ſhall blow, That all the realm ſhall rue right ſoon thereafter, The grey hound ſhall be grieved, and driven at under, And tramped for his truth, to whom he kept truſt, The kindeſt of his Kith ſhall not him know, But him and his misknow that ever, they ever knew. Then ſhall many farlie fall right ſoon thereafter. And from Caithneſs to Dover ſhall walk but war, And mourn for his misfortune, that failed ſo ſoon; But better mourn for themſelves, for need they have; Hails when thou halteſt, herpel not but hold thee: If thou ſpeakeſt where thou ſpoke, it all able ſkald thee: The barred lion lawleſs, at thee ſhall be grieved: Shall ſearch and ſeek thee to deſtroy thee for ever; Yet ſhall a beirne from Berwick buſk him and bown, And ſearch the treading of trewes that were aforetane By the heedleſs people, that held at their own hand The holes whole, and the herds had to deſtroy, Reaſon ſhall be ſought, and granted ſhall be none; The movers thereof ſhall mene, and may not mend; Then ſhall the counſel, which cumbered hath the kith Call for comfort, but long they may crave; The marked to the higheſt, and to overhaile the old, But all in vain they work, they ſhall not prevail; They ſhall work unwiſe, and wit ſhall they lack, Then waried their wierd, that ever they were wrought, Then ſhall the ratches in this region takes, ​And run their race rudely but any return, The beſt of the Kyth ſhall cry for ſupport; But ſcarce ſhall they riſe, they ſhall be fae ſwier: The hound which was harmed, then miſſed ſhall be, Who loved him worſt, ſhall weep for his wrack; Yet ſhall a whelp riſe out of the ſame race, That rudely ſhall rair, and rule the whole north, And quit the whole quarrel of old deeds done; Though he from his hold be kept back a while. The cock dare not crow, though it be his kind, But keep himſelf cloſe, while come ſhall his time, Prepare thee Edinburgh, and pack up thy packs; Thou ſhalt be left void, be thou lief or loath: Becauſe thou art varriant, and ſteemed thy faith, Thro' envy and covetouſneſs that cumbered thee ever. True Thomas me told in a troubleſome time, In an harveſt morning at Eldom hills.
# The Whys and Wherefores of Navigation

To The
american sub-patrol
whose War Zone record of skill and daring has the author's profound respect and admiration

## Preface

When taking into consideration the number of excellent works now published on navigation there would seem to be a small chance of finding a different angle from which to discuss the subject. The purpose of the majority of such books is to give instruction to beginners. This book, however, is written particularly for the men who do their work mostly by rote and wish to know more of the reasons; or, perhaps, for schoolship graduates who may here find a chance to extend their horizons.
I have not considered it desirable to avoid repetition and in order to closely follow a line of thought have freely repeated many points already taken up. This has in a number of cases avoided the distraction of seeking a page of reference elsewhere.
I have bad in mind that it serve as supplementary reading to the American Practical Navigator, Bowditch, that great bulwark of navigation which for over a hundred years has protected American ships through every deed of valor and every commercial adventure. It is placed beyond criticism by its venerable name and its remarkable record and, as a reference book for the navigator, it stands without a peer, but as a text book it founders the student.
If to such mariners as these a little insight is given to the “Whys and Wherefores” of their work, I shall be well repaid for the work of many watches below.
These discussions appeared several years ago, in a less extended form, in the Master, Mate and Pilot, the magazine formerly published by the American Association of Masters, Mates and Pilots. I have freely consulted the following standard works: American Practical Navigator, Bowditch; Wrinkles in Practical Navigation, Lecky; The Theory and Practice of Navigation, Dunraven; General Astronomy, Young; Navigation and Compass Adjustment, Muir; Guide to the Marine Board’s Examinations, Reed.
I have received and am grateful for very valuable help and suggestions from Mr. George W. Littlehales, Hydrographic Engineer, U.S.N., Mr. Felix Riesenberg, C.E., Commander New York State Schoolship Newport, and George A. Collie (deceased), Nautical Expert, Hydrographic Office, U.S.N.
G.B.
New York, April 15, 1918

## Contents

* Chapter I: Introductory Remarks
* Chapter II: Nautical Astronomy
* Chapter III: Declination and Right Ascension, Including Precession
* Chapter IV: Time
* Chapter V: Corrections for Observed Altitudes
* Chapter VI: Latitude
* Chapter VII: Azimuths and Amplitudes
* Chapter VIII: Longitude
* Chapter IX: Sumner Method, including New Navigation
* Chapter X: The Moon
* Chapter XI
** Charts
** Index
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# The Wind Among the Reeds/The Everlasting Voices

THE EVERLASTING VOICES
O sweet everlasting Voices be still; Go to the guards of the heavenly fold And bid them wander obeying your will Flame under flame, till Time be no more; Have you not heard that our hearts are old, That you call in birds, in wind on the hill, In shaken boughs, in tide on the shore? O sweet everlasting Voices be still.
# The Wind Among the Reeds/The Fiddler of Dooney

THE FIDDLER OF DOONEY
When I play on my ﬁddle in Dooney, Folk dance like a wave of the sea; My cousin is priest in Kilvarnet, My brother in Moharabuiee.
I passed my brother and cousin: They read in their books of prayer; I read in my book of songs I bought at the Sligo fair.
When we come at the end of time, To Peter sitting in state, He will smile on the three old spirits, But call me ﬁrst through the gate;
For the good are always the merry, Save by an evil chance, And the merry love the ﬁddle And the merry love to dance:
And when the folk there spy me, They will all come up to me, With 'Here is the ﬁddler of Dooney!' And dance like a wave of the sea.
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