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# The Yellow Book/Volume 7/The Pompeian Cœlia

​To the Bust of the Pompeian Cœlia
By Leila Macdonald
Alas, my Cœlia, that your grace Could not prevail on ardent Death To spare your sweet perfumed breath, The youthful glories of your face. But still you smile: Your beauty, never conquered yet, Disdains the tears of men's regret.
Across your curved and rosy ears, How fair the curlng ringlets fell, And kissed your bosom's snowy swell— Olympus to your lover's tears. We wonder now, Within your body's rounded grace What woman's soul found resting—place?
And in what flowered path of bliss Did the stern Fates direct your feet? Where only youth and beauty meet, And every bower conceals a kiss? Ah, happy maid! That bowed your head to Love's command, The fairest mistress in the land.
What murmur in the summer air, What gentle tread of sandalled feet, What silken rustle through the street, When maidens to the bath repair. They smiling stand, Throw off the veilings of their grace, And court the waters' cool embrace.
At the fair banquet's joyous hour, 'Mid scent, and song, and whirling dance, You bought men's worship with a glance; Like shaded fire, its languorous power. Ah, cruel eyes! Hyperion, when his Sun arose, No brighter glories could disclose.
Or, at the Goddess' awful shrine, With shrouded head and trembling knees, The shuddering music of your pleas Strove vainly for the ears divine. Pleas, who shall say, For children's smiles; for lover's kiss; For all that makes a woman's bliss?
The radiant waters rise and meet, And gather on the tideless shore; But Cœlia's footsteps sound no more, And silence crowds the eager street. The widowed bay Through glowing day and scented night Mourns for her city of delight.
Alas, my Cœlia, you, whose grace Has perished with the silent Time, Accept this homage of a rhyme, Paid to where stone reflects your face. For stone may show Not all Vesuvius could eclipse The sunshine of your smiling lips.
# The Yellow Book/Volume 5/The Sword of Cæsar Borgia

The Sword of Cæsar Borgia
By Richard Garnett, LL.D., C.B.
"Aut Cæsar aut nihil"
# The Yellow Book/Volume 5/Three Poems

Three Poems
By Dauphin Meunier
I—Au bord du Lac Léman
II—Hyde Park
III—Chapelle Dissidente
(London)
# The Yellow Book/Volume 5/The Ring of Life

The Ring of Life
By Edmund Gosse
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 138/Issue 1779/To a Child

* TO A CHILD.
* E. T. G.
* Thou hast the colors of the spring,
* The gold of kingcups triumphing,
* The blue of wood-bells wild;
* But winter thoughts thy spirit fill,
* And thou art wandering from us still,
* Too young to be our child.
* Yet have thy fleeting smiles confessed,
* Thou dear and much-desired guest,
* That home is near at last;
* Long lost in high mysterious lands,
* Close by our door thy spirit stands,
* Its journey well-nigh past.
* Oh, sweet bewildered soul, I watch
* The fountains of thine eyes, to catch
* New fancies bubbling there,
* To feel our common light, and lose
* The flush of strange ethereal hues
* Too dim for us to share!
* Fade, cold immortal lights, and make
* This creature human for my sake,
* Since I am nought but clay;
* An angel is too fine a thing
* To sit beside my chair and sing,
* And cheer my passing day.
* I smile, who could not smile, unless
* The air of rapt unconsciousness
* Passed, with the fading hours;
* I joy in every childish sign
* That proves the stranger less divine
* And much more meekly ours.
* I smile, as one by night who sees,
* Through mist of newly-budded trees,
* The clear Orion set,
* And knows that soon the dawn will fly
* In fire across the riven sky,
* And gild the woodlands wet.
* Athenæum.Edmund W. Gosse.
# The Yellow Book/Volume 1/A Dream of November

​Two Poems
By Edmund Gosse
II—A Dream of November
Far, far away, I know not where, I know not how, The skies are grey, the boughs are bare, bare boughs in flower: Long lilac silk is softly drawn from bough to bough, With flowers of milk and buds of fawn, a broidered shower.
Beneath that tent an Empress sits, with slanted eyes, And wafts of scent from censers flit, a lilac flood; Around her throne bloom peach and plum in lacquered dyes, And many a blown chrysanthemum, and many a bud.
She sits and dreams, while bonzes twain strike some rich bell, Whose music seems a metal rain of radiant dye; In this strange birth of various blooms, I cannot tell Which spring from earth, which slipped from looms, which sank from sky.
Beneath her wings of lilac dim, in robes of blue, The Empress sings a wordless hymn that thrills her bower; My trance unweaves, and winds, and shreds, and forms anew Dark bronze, bright leaves, pure silken threads, in triple flower.
# The Yellow Book/Volume 1/Alere Flammam

​Two Poems
By Edmund Gosse
I—Alere Flammam
To A. C. B.
In ancient Rome, the secret fire,— An intimate and holy thing,— Was guarded by a tender choir Of kindred maidens in a ring; Deep, deep within the house it lay, No stranger ever gazed thereon, But, flickering still by night and day, The beacon of the house, it shone; Thro' birth and death, from age to age, It passed, a quenchless heritage;
And there were hymns of mystic tone Sung round about the family flame, Beyond the threshold all unknown, Fast-welded to an ancient name; There sacrificed the sire as priest, Before that altar, none but he,
Alone he spread the solemn feast For a most secret deity; He knew the god had once been sire, And served the same memorial fire.
Ah! so, untouched by windy roar Of public issues loud and long, The Poet holds the sacred door, And guards the glowing coal of song; Not his to grasp at praise or blame, Red gold, or crowns beneath the sun, His only pride to tend the flame That Homer and that Virgil won, Retain the rite, preserve the act, And pass the worship on intact.
Before the shrine at last he falls; The crowd rush in, a chattering band But, ere he fades in death, he calls Another priest to ward the brand; He, with a gesture of disdain, Flings back the ringing brazer gate, Reproves, repressing, the profane, And feeds the flame in primal state; Content to toil and fade in turn, If still the sacred embers burn.
# The Yellow Book/Volume 5/Oliver Goldsmith's Grave

​"Here Lies Oliver Goldsmith"
By W. A. Mackenzie
With Youth s unconquerable eye
I watch the flux of Life go by,
Where foam the floods of Strand and Fleet;
And like the hum of mighty looms,
Upon my country ear there booms
The diapason of the street.   Accustomed long to cheep and twit
Of robin, sparrow, wren, and tit,
And call of throstles in the may,
Tis all so strange I turn aside,
Sick of the hoarse and hungry tide,
To try the Temple's quieter way.   In a grey alley, still and lone,
I stumble o'er a lichened stone,
Whereon four simple words are writ:
Our Noll sleeps gloriously below— A joyous sleep, with dreams like snow,
The muffled street-sounds soothing it.
I know The Traveller bade them lay
Anigh the street his weary clay,
Because he saw in all things good,
And heard above the thundering street
The brave young Lark that singeth sweet
Of helping hands and brotherhood.   He knew what it is good to know,
When down the Dale o'Dreams we go—
That living brothers still are near;
And some struck sore in battle-test
Come to our side, a moment rest,
Then back to buffet with a cheer.   Ah, Noll, thou singest yet, though dead,
A song that calms our coward dread
Of Life and Life s benumbing din.
With larger faith I turn me back
To where the stream runs strong and black,
And, greatly hoping, plunge me in.
# The Yellow Book/Volume 5/The Call

​The Call
By Norman Gale
"Now she was deserted by her husband, and there was a man would die for her.
THO' the mist is on the mountain, yet the sun is on the sea.
Don't you hear me calling, comrade, calling you to follow me?
For my love is for your bosom, and my hand is for your hand,
Don't you hear me calling, comrade? Will you never understand?   Here I want you, in the country, where the cowslip nods asleep,
Where the palm is by the water, where the peace is doubly deep;
Where the finches chirp at matins in a green and lovely land—
Don't you hear, my thorn and blossom? Don't you feel to understand?   If my voice is not melodious, lo, the thrush shall aid my voice;
Ev'ry linnet in the orchard has a trill to praise my choice:
Shall I bide a barren singer in this valley full of mist,
Unennobled, unattended, wanting you, and all unkissed?
Oceans part us, leagues divide us; but our spirits know a link,
Why should you not come, my dearest, thinking warmly as you think?
Must I call you by a singing who should call you by my soul,
Call you by a part, beloved, who should call you by the whole?   By this pear-tree robed for bridal, by the sun and by the dew,
By the nightingale that tells me midnight melodies of you,
By the virgin streamlet flowing ever faithful to its spouse,
Here I set my heart before you, promise of a happy house!   Is your blood the blood of battle ? Have you courage for the fight?
Can the lane content you always with its barren and its bright?
Do you feel the glow of mating in the heart where I would be,
When you hear me calling, calling, calling you to come to me?   Well I know my spirit travels over meadowland and steep,
Soon its whisper in your tresses will arouse my dove from sleep;
Tis a message calls to daring, tis a voice that bids you wake-
Let it fall as balm upon you, balm to help the strong heart-break.   Come at once o er mead and mountain, sending first that ghostly cheer
Felt by souls that kiss together tho no earthly lips are near;
Bring my country Heaven, dearest, finer fruit and sweeter dew,
Bring across the leagues that part us all the honey, love, of you.   Take me, trust me. Stars may fail us, friends may leave us. What is this?
God shall watch us plight together with, as only priest, a kiss.
If we lose we also gain, for life is chance, and chances blend-
Are you coming to the valley? Answer thro' the darkness, friend.   I am standing in the valley; slumber takes your golden head,
But mv spirit flies to stir you in the whiteness of your bed-
In that garden where are clustered in the keeping of the south
All the lilies of your bosom, and the rosebud of your mouth.   Don't you hear me calling, comrade, don't you hear me calling sweet,
For the fragrance of your coming and the freedom of your feet?
O, my love is for your loving, and my help is for your hand— Don't you hear me calling, comrade? Will you never understand?
# The Yellow Book/Volume 5/A Fleet Street Eclogue

Fleet Street Eclogue
St. George's Day
By John Davidson
Basil.Menzies.Percy.Brian.Herbert.Sandy.
Ballantyne Press London & Edinburgh
# The Czechoslovak Review/Volume 2/The Red and White Flag

The Red and White Flag.
By Edmund Vance Cooke.
(Copyright 1918 by Newspaper Enterprise Association. Reprinted by permission.)
The Czech and the Slovak have struck for their state And their flag is afloat on the red line of war. They have chosen their stand, they have fronted their fate. And committed their cause to the thunders of Thor. O, hasten the day when they come to their own And the Hapsburg usurper is hurled from his throne, And the joy of free peoples leaps out of their throats, Where the red and white flag of Bohemia floats.
These men of the race of the Slovak and Czech; Hats off in salute for the heroes they are! Each stands to his gun with a noose on his neck. More honored by that than by ribbon-and-star. They have sworn by the prowess of Ziska the brave That the land of a Huss shall not harbor a slave, That the people shall rule by the people’s own votes Where the red and white flag of Bohemia floats.
O, Land of Bohemia, you shall arise From the night of distress you have suffered too long; The flag of your freedom shall brighten the skies And the laughter of children shall break into song. For the Czech and the Slovak, though widely they roam, Hear ever their melody, “Where Is My Home?” Where? How the heart leaps as it answers the notes: Where the red and white flag of Bohemia floats!
—The Cleveland Press, March 25, 1918.
This work is in the public domain in the United States because it was published before January 1, 1930.
The longest-living author of this work died in 1932, so this work is in the public domain in countries and areas where the copyright term is the author's life plus 92 years or less. 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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# Kojiki

Kojiki or Furukotofumi (古事記), also known in English as The Records of Ancient Matters, is the oldest surviving historical book dealing with the ancient history of Japan, composed by Ō no Yasumaro at the request of Empress Genmei.
English-language translations of 古事記 include:
* Kojiki, translated by Basil Hall Chamberlain, in Transactions of the Asiatic Society of Japan, 10, Suppl. (1882)
* Kojiki, revised by Charles F. Horne, in The Sacred Books and Early Literature of the East, 13: 8–61 (1917) (transcription project)
# Punch/Volume 147/Issue 3820/Ode to the Spirit of Wireless Victory

ODE TO THE SPIRIT OF WIRELESS VICTORY.
(An attempt, suggested by certain Marconigrams, to shed still further light on the nature of the principal Teutonic deity.)
What to thee are marching legions, Cannon smoke and sabre thrust, Goddess of the cloud-rimmed regions In whose might the Germans trust? Though, however high and regal, Kingly pomp may break and bend Soiled with murder (labelled legal), Thou, more active than the eagle, Thou endurest to the end.
Thou wast not behind their banners When they scoured the Belgian plain, When they taught their Teuton manners By the wreck of farm and fane; Clear of battle's mire and fury On those sightless feet and hid, Thou wast wafted with the story Saying this was German glory To Chicago and Madrid.
Long e'er Paris heard the thunder, Herald of the Uhlan's lance, Thou wast making Stockholm wonder At the dying flame of France: Not on wires, with no word written, Thou hadst trod thine airy track, Faster than the mailéd mitten, And behold our fleet was smitten Somewhere near the Skager Rack.
So. And when their lines are broken, When their shrapnel falls less fast, Shalt thou fail to send a token Undefeated to the last? Surely not. Red devastation Still shall urge by land and sea Every proud advancing nation While Marconi's installation Rules the skies of Germany.
Still when pagan peoples sever Railway line and telegraph Thou shalt keep thy staunch endeavour, Thou shalt scatter us like chaff. Still, O goddess of the Prussians, Thou shalt sound thy trump of tin Undeterred by rude concussions While the Frenchmen hail the Russians On the flagstones of Berlin.
Evoe.
# The Yellow Book/Volume 2/Betrothed

​Betrothed
By Norman Gale
SHE is mine in the day, She is mine in the dusk; She is virgin as dawn, And as fragrant as musk.
And the wood on the hill Is the home where we meet— O, the coming of eve, It is marvellous sweet!
To my satisfied heart She has flown like a dove; All her kisses are taught By the wisdom of love.
And whatever my grief There is healing, and rest, On the pear-blossom slope Of her beautiful breast.
# Kojiki (Chamberlain)

* Kojiki, as originally published (1882)
* Kojiki, as revised by W. G. Aston (1932) (external scan)
# The New International Encyclopædia/Nihongi

Edition of 1905. See also Nihon Shoki on Wikipedia; and the disclaimer.
NIHONGI, nē'hṓn-gē' (Jap., Chronicles of Japan). An ancient Japanese historical book. In A.D. 712 the Kojiki (Records of Ancient Matters), the first book written in Japan, appeared. It was followed in 720 by the Nihongi, which gives the substance of the Kojiki in Chinese form. Not only are Chinese phrases and sentences employed, but it is fashioned throughout on the model of Chinese histories. It transforms, for example, the two gods from whom sprang the Japanese race into the ‘positive’ and ‘negative’ principles of the Chinese philosophy, and it puts into the mouths of mythical Japanese monarchs speeches filled with quotations from the Chinese classics. It omits a few legends, explains away the grossness of a few others, and gives variant versions of still others. It adds also 72 years of history. In Japan it has far excelled the Kojiki in popularity, but to the serious student it is of much less value, though it is still a secondary source for the history of ancient Japan.
# The Social Contract (tr. Cole)

1913
THE SOCIAL CONTRACT
OR
PRINCIPLES OF POLITICAL RIGHT
Foederis aequas Dicamus leges. (Vergil, Aeneid XI)
FOREWORD
This little treatise is part of a longer work, which I began years ago without realizing my limitations, and long since abandoned. Of the various fragments that might have been extracted from what I wrote, this is the most considerable, and, I think, the least unworthy of being offered to the public. The rest no longer exists.
CONTENTS
| | | PAGE |
| | introduction by G. D. H. Cole | v |
| THE SOCIAL CONTRACT |||
| | FOREWORD | 2 |
| BOOK I |||
| | In which it is inquired why man passes from the state of nature to the state of society and what are the essential conditions of the compact. | |
| CHAP. | | |
| I. | Subject of the first Book | 3 |
| II. | The first Societies | 4 |
| III. | The Right of the Strongest | 6 |
| IV. | Slavery | 7 |
| V. | That we must always go back to a first Convention | 10 |
| VI. | The Social Compact | 11 |
| VII. | The Sovereign | 13 |
| VIII. | The Civil State | 15 |
| IX. | Real Property | 16 |
| BOOK II |||
| | Which treats of legislation. | |
| I. | That Sovereignty is inalienable | 20 |
| II. | Thar Sovereignty is indivisible | 21 |
| III. | Whether the general Will is fallible | 22 |
| IV. | The Limits of the Sovereign Power | 24 |
| V. | The Right of Life and Death | 27 |
| VI. | Law | 29 |
| VII. | The Legislator | 32 |
| VIII. | The People | 35 |
| IX. | The People (cont.) | 37 |
| X. | The People (cont.) | 39 |
| XI. | The various Systems of Legislation | 42 |
| XII. | The Division of the Laws | 44 |
BOOK III :
| | Which treats of political laws, that is to say, of the form of government. |
| I. | Government in General | 46 |
| II. | The constituent Principle in the various Forms of Government | 51 |
| III. | The Division of Governments | 53 |
| IV. | Democracy | 54 |
| V. | Aristocracy | 56 |
| VI. | Monarchy | 58 |
| VII. | Mixed Governments | 63 |
| VIII. | That all Forms of Government do not suit all Countries | 64 |
| IX. | The Marks of a good Government | 69 |
| X. | The Abuse of Government and its Tendency to Degenerate | 70 |
| XI. | The Death of the Body Politic | 73 |
| XII. | How the Sovereign Authority maintains itself | 74 |
| XIII. | How the Sovereign Authority maintains itself (cont.) | 75 |
| XIV. | How the Sovereign Authority maintains itself (cont.) | 76 |
| XV. | Deputies or Representatives | 77 |
| XVI. | That the Institution of Government is not a Contract | 80 |
| XVII. | The Institution of Government | 81 |
| XVIII. | How to check the Usurpations of Government | 83 |
| BOOK IV |||
| | Which treats further of political laws and sets forth the means of strengthening the constitution of the State. | |
| I. | That the general Will is indestructible | 85 |
| II. | Voting | 87 |
| III. | Elections | 89 |
| IV. | The Roman Comitia | 91 |
| V. | The Tribunate | 100 |
| VI. | The Dictatorship | 102 |
| VII. | The Censorship | 104 |
| VIII. | Civil Religion | 106 |
| IX. | Conclusion | 116 |
This work is a translation and has a separate copyright status to the applicable copyright protections of the original content.
# Respirator Users' Notice Use of Unapproved Subassemblies

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| DEPARTMENT OF HEALTH & HUMAN SERVICES | Public Health Service |
| | Centers for Disease Control National Institute for Occupational Safety and Health – ALOSH 944 Chestnut Ridge Road Morgantown, WV 26505–2888 November 6, 1984 |
RESPIRATOR USERS' NOTICE
USE OF UNAPPROVED SUBASSEMBLIES
The National Institute for Occupational Safety and Health (NIOSH) has received many questions and complaints in regard to interchangeability of respirator subassemblies and unapproved modifications to MSHA/NIOSH certified respirators. Further, some problems reported to NIOSH have, upon investigation, been found to have been caused by user's modifying certified respirators which have resulted in the modified respirator failing to perform as anticipated, thus jeopardizing the respirator user.
MSHA/NIOSH respirator certification regulations, Title 30 Code of Federal Regulations Part 11 (30 CFR 11), state that approved respirators are ones that "are maintained in an approved condition and are the same in all respects as those respirators for which a certificate has been issued." [30 CFR 11, 11.2(b)] In addition, the regulations permit NIOSH/MSHA to only approve complete respirator assemblies and prohibit the approval of respirator subassemblies such as cylinders or air supply hoses. These requirements are intended to insure that one manufacturer has overall control and responsibility for the integrity of the approved respirator.
In some cases even minor modifications to respirators may make significant changes in the performance of the respirator. Manufacturers who modify certified respirators must test the modification to determine if the respirator continues to meet the minimum requirements of 30 CFR 11, and must submit the modifications to NIOSH. A user who modifies a certified respirator may not be able to determine whether a change will decrease respiratory protection. Several cases have been reported to NIOSH where unapproved modifications or use of an unapproved subassembly have resulted in respirator failures. Therefore, users of NIOSH/MSHA approved respirators are cautioned against interchanging subassemblies or making unapproved modifications to their respiratory protective devices.
John B. Moran Director Division of Safety Research
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# The Yellow Book/Volume 2/Sat est Scripsisse

​Sat est scripsisse
By Austin Dobson
To E. G., with a Volume of Essays
WHEN you and I have wandered beyond the reach of call, And all our works immortal are scattered on the Stall, It may be some new Reader, in that remoter age, Will find this present volume, and listless turn the page.
For him I write these Verses. And "Sir" (I say to him), "This little Book you see here—this masterpiece of Whim, Of Wisdom, Learning, Fancy (if you will, please, attend), Was written by its Author, who gave it to his Friend.
"For they had worked together, been Comrades of the Pen; They had their points at issue, they differed now and then; But both loved Song and Letters, and each had close at heart The dreams, the aspirations, the 'dear delays' of Art.
"And much they talk'd of Metre, and more they talked of Style, Of Form and 'lucid Order', of labour of the File; And he who wrote the writing, as sheet by sheet was penned, (This all was long ago, Sir!) would read it to his Friend.
They knew to move is somewhat, although the goal be far; And larger light or lesser, this thing at least is clear,— They served the Muses truly, their service was sincere.
"This tattered page you see, Sir, is all that now remains (Yes, fourpence is the lowest!) of all those pleasant pains; And as for him that read it, and as for him that wrote,— No Golden Book enrolls them among its 'Names of Note.'
"And yet they had their office. Though they to-day are passed, They marched in that procession where is no first or last; Though cold is now their hoping, though they no more aspire, They, too, had once their ardour:—they handed on the fire."
# The Yellow Book/Volume 4/Home

Home . . .
By Richard Le Gallienne
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