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# Maps of Old London/Agas St Giles

THE PARISH OF ST. GILES IN THE FIELDS
Description.—This plate, on being compared with the preceding one, shows a strong general resemblance, with a considerable difference in detail. Also, below are two churches, one of which is marked, "Present St. Giles's Church, built anno 1734," which shows that the map was made not earlier than that date. It is, in fact, a part of one of a set of eighteenth-century maps based on that of Agas, and not only differing from it in detail, but also differing slightly one from another. Some of these are unsigned, and some are signed "G. Vertue," and were specifically claimed by Vertue as having been made by him, and based upon Agas's map of 1560. Recently, however, doubts have been raised as to Vertue's share in the transaction, and it is now very commonly believed that he did no more than procure some maps, engraved on pewter and made in Holland, based on that of Agas. These he altered a little in detail, and then claimed as his own work. The original pewter plates are in possession of the Society of Antiquaries, Burlington House. The present example differs in some small particulars from these. Copies of the maps are not rare, and can be seen at the British Museum and elsewhere.
Details.—The bit of London here represented is of exceptional interest. It shows the corner of Tottenham Court Road when High Street and Broad Street, St. Giles, were the main highway, long before the cutting through of New Oxford Street. It shows, further, the descent of Holborn into the valley of the Fleet, the "heavy hill" along which criminals were brought from Newgate to the place of execution. It shows the site where the gallows stood for some time, about 1413, before being definitely set up at Tyburn. Close to this was the Bowl tavern, where the condemned man was allowed his last draft of ale. The most interesting old hospital for lepers is clearly shown. (See "Holborn," Fascination of London Series.)
# Poems (Edwards)/Wild Flowers

Suggested by hearing a gentleman say he did not like wild flowers, because they reminded him of an uncultivated mind.
# Poems (Edwards)/Make to Thyself a Name

[Mrs. Hemans.
# Poems (Edwards)/My Mother's Love

"He told me, as he was passing up the river, he looked out upon the water, and saw the reflection of the most beautiful cloud, on which was painted every colour of the rainbow; and, as he was gazing, the evening star shone out; and as its bright rays glanced down on the reflected cloud, he thought it like the love of a departed mother lingering around the pathway of her child."
[From the letter of a friend.
# Poems (Edwards)/"Where are They?"

"I stood amidst the scenes of my childhood, but the friends of my youth were gone far away. The trees were stripped of their bloom. The gay carol of the feathered songsters was hushed; and desolation waved her wings over the deserted halls of Ivon. In the bitterness of despair, I called,—Where are they?—and the distant hills gave back the shout, and echo answered 'Where?'"
[Ossian.
# Poems (Edwards)/The Song of the Heavenly Harpers

"How long is it since Eternity has known an hour, in which was not heard the prelude of the heavenly harpers, 'they come, they come!'"
[Bascom's Sermons.
# The Rainbow

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* "The Rainbow", a poem by Matilda Caroline Smiley Edwards
* "The rainbow", a poem by Irenè Hardy
* "The Rainbow", a poem by Felicia Hemans
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* "The Rainbow", a poem by Rebecca Queen Jordan
* The Rainbow, a novel by D. H. Lawrence
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* "The Rainbow", or, "My Heart Leaps Up", a poem by William Wordsworth
# The Thunder Storm

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* "The Thunder Storm", a poem by Sarah J. Hale
* "The Thunder Storm", a poem by Felicia Hemans
* "The Thunder-Storm", a poem by Letitia Elizabeth Landon
* "The Thunder Storm", a poem by Elizabeth Sherwin

### See also

* A Thunder-Storm
# Poems (Brown)/The Violet

POEMS.
# The Violet

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* "The Violet", a poem by Carrie L. Brown
* "The Violet", a poem by Matilda Caroline Smiley Edwards
* The Violet, a poem by Ralph Waldo Emerson
* The Violet, a poem by Richard Watson Gilder
* The Violet, a poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
* The Violet, a poem by Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) 'Violets!—deep-blue Violets!'
* The Violet, versions of a poem by Letitia Elizabeth Landon 'Why better than the lady rose'
* Violet, a poem by Armel O'Connor
* The Violet, a poem by Jane Taylor
# Twilight Musings

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* "Twilight Musings", a poem by Charlotte Allen
* "Twilight Musings", a poem by Matilda Caroline Smiley Edwards
# Resignation

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* "Resignation", a poem by Matthew Arnold
* "Resignation", a poem by Gladys Cromwell
* "Resignation", a sonnet by Bertram Dobell
* "Resignation", a poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
* "Resignation", a poem by Matilda Caroline Smiley Edwards
* "Resignation", a poem by Sophia Courtoulde Hazlett-Bevis
* "Resignation", a poem by May C. Lassen
* "Resignation", a poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
* "Resignation", a poem by St. George Tucker
* "Resignation", a poem by Edward Young
# The Dying Mother

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* "The Dying Mother", a poem by Matilda Caroline Smiley Edwards
* "The Dying Mother", a poem by Amelia Welby
# Poems (Edwards)/Poetry

POEMS.
# Poetry

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* "Poetry", a poem by Florence Earle Coates (One spot of green, watered by hidden streams)
* "Poetry", a poem by Florence Earle Coates (Contemplative and fair, with look divine)
* "Poetry", a poem by Mortimer Collins (Ah, the most ancient time)
* "Poetry", a poem by Matilda Caroline Smiley Edwards
* "Poetry", a poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (God to his untaught children sent)
* Poetry, a poem by Letitia Elizabeth Landon (It is a weary and a bitter hour)
* "Poetry", a poem by Claude McKay ("Sometimes I tremble like a storm-swept flower")
* "Poetry", a poem by Edwin Markham (She comes like the hush and beauty of the night)
* "Poetry", a poem by Marianne Moore (I, too, dislike it: there are things that are important)
* "Poetry", a poem by Edgar Allan Poe (Last night, with many cares and toils oppress'd)
* Poetry, a poem by Lydia Huntley Sigourney (Morn on her rosy couch awoke,)
* "Poetry", a poem by Frances Fuller Victor (The world's first singers sang heroic deeds)

## See also

* Poems
# Mountain

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* "The Mountains" (1923, "It is evening"), a poem by Elizabeth Jane Coatsworth
* "The Mountain", a poem by Emily Dickinson
* "The Mountains", a poem by Matilda Caroline Smiley Edwards
* "The Mountain", a poem by Robert Frost
* "The Mountains" (1859, "O, proudly rise the monarchs of our mountain land"), a poem by Washington Gladden
* "The Mountain", a poem by Edmund Clarence Stedman
* "Mountains" (1841, "With frontier strength ye stand your ground"), a poem by Henry David Thoreau

## See also

* Portal:Mountains
# The Dying Boy

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* "The Dying Boy", a poem by Mary Noel McDonald
* "The Dying Boy", a poem by Lydia Huntley Sigourney
# The Broken Heart

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* The Broken Heart, a short story by Washington Irving
* The Broken Heart, a poem by Joseph Lee
* The Broken Heart, a work by Estelle Anna Lewis
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# The Dying Christian

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* "The Dying Christian", a poem by Matilda Caroline Smiley Edwards
* "The dying christian", a poem by Jane Francesca Agnes Elgee
* "The dying christian", by Frances Ellen Watkins Harper
# Name not the Dead

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* "Name not the Dead", a poem by Annie Lanman Angier
* "Name not the Dead", a poem by Matilda Caroline Smiley Edwards
# Maps of Old London/Norden

NORDEN'S MAPS OF LONDON AND WESTMINSTER
Designer.—Being on a very small scale, these maps are not so attractive as some that have been already discussed. John Norden, the designer, was born about 1548, and seems to have had from the first an extraordinary gift of delicate penmanship, which he turned to much account in map-making. He projected a whole "Speculum Britanniæ," but during his lifetime only managed to publish books on two counties—namely, Middlesex and Hertfordshire. He left behind him the results of his labours on many other counties in manuscript, and these have since been published. Norden was appointed Surveyor of His Majesty's Woods in 1609. The engraving of the Middlesex maps was done by Peter Van den Keere.
Originals.—The reproductions are taken from those which appear in Norden's Middlesex, dated 1593. Each map is 9½ inches by 6¾ inches. The wonderful delicacy of Norden's work makes these maps peculiarly appreciated by students of London cartography.
# Pulpit Eloquence

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* "Pulpit Eloquence", a poem by Matilda Caroline Smiley Edwards
* "Pulpit Eloquence", a poem by Amelia Welby
# Heaven

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* Heaven, a poem by Rupert Brooke
* Heaven, a poem by Annie Isabel Curwen
* "Heaven", a poem by Matilda Caroline Smiley Edwards
* Heaven, a poem by George Herbert
* "Heavens!", a novel by Alois Vojtěch Šmilovský

### Encyclopaedia articles

* "Heaven," in Encyclopædia Britannica (11th ed., 1911)
* "Heaven," in Catholic Encyclopedia, (ed.) by Charles G. Herbermann and others, New York: The Encyclopaedia Press (1913)
# Cruel father, or, The loyal lover's downfal (1802)

THE
Cruel Father.
OR THE
Loyal Lover's Downfal
TO WHICH ARE ADDED,
THE ROYAL GEORGE. THE MILKING-PAIL. SHORT REPOSE. MY STUBBORN HEART.
GLASGOW, Printed by J. and M. Robertson, Saltmarket, 1802.
* The Cruel Father, or the Loyal Lover's Downfal
* The Royal George
* The Milking Pail
* Short Repose
* My Stubborn Heart
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
Public domainPublic domainfalsefalse
# Cruel father, or, The loyal lover's downfal (1802)/The cruel father, or the loyal lover's downfal

THE CRUEL FATHER.
A Lady's daughter in the west, about the age of twenty. And she had sweethearts of the best, both Lords and 'Squires in plenty.
But she ador'd her father's clerk, above all men of honour, But she ador'd her father's clerk, no honour did require.
Her father oft-times to her said, when he alone did meet her, Do you mean to disgrace our blood, you fond and foolish creature?
To go and marry with a slave, that has neither birth nor breeding, Sure I no portion will you give, if this be your proceeding.
O then honoured father, she reply'd, I pray you use your pleasure, For I adore my dearest joy, above all worldly treasure,
With him I mean to live and die, to him I have consented. Kind heaven will our wants supply, with that we'll be contented.
​Her father in a passion flew, and threat'ned to destroy her, If that her folly she'd pursue, no clerk suould e'er enjoy her.
O then, she said, He must and will, although you be offended; When from my solemn vow I fall,
pray let my life be ended.
Upon the table in the room, 'a fowling-piece did ly, Her father in a passion flew, and straight at her let fly.
It lighted on her youthful breast, and she fell down before him, These were the last words that she spoke, for ever I'll adore him.
When he had seen what he had done, what, have I slain my daughter? His rapier then he drew out forth, and slew himself soon after.
Her mother came into the room, and both she stood a viewing, With grief her tender heart did break, ambition was their ruin.
Her lover came amongst the rest, with hands in sorrow wringing. And from her-fair youthful breast, the blood he then saw springing.
​How could her father be so severe! why, so severe and cruel? Could he not laid the fault on me, and spar'd my dearest jewel!
The beauty of all western parts, who daily did adore me; Nay, I may say the best of hearts lies bleeding now before me.
O how can I presume to live, all in this world behind her! No, no, one fatal stroke I'll give, perhaps then I may find her
Down in the silent shades below,
where bleeding lovers wander; Still pouring out sad grief and woe, they daily did ly under.
A sword he from his side drew out, and slew himself soon after, Just like two loyal lovers fair, they died both together.
They both were buried in one grave, just like two lovers loyal; May God preserve all you that love, and send you no such trial.
# The Cruel Father

* "The cruel father, or the loyal lover's downfal", in Cruel father, or, The loyal lover's downfal (1802), a chapbook printed in Glasgow
* "The Cruel father, or The loyal lover's downfal", in Cruel father, or, The loyal lover's downfal (1820), a chapbook printed in Edinburgh
* "The Cruel father", in The Cruel father (1824), a chapbook printed in Edinburgh
# The Cruel father

The cruel Father;
To which are added,
An old woman clothed in gray.
AND
My heart with love is beating.
Edinburgh:
Printed for the Booksellers.
1824.
* The Cruel father
* An old woman clothed in gray
* My heart with love is beating
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
Public domainPublic domainfalsefalse
# The Cruel father/The Cruel father

THE CRUEL FATHER.
A Lady's daughter in the west, about the age of twenty, And she had sweethearts of the best, both Lords and Squires in plenty.
But she ador'd her father's clerk, above all men of honour. But she ador'd her father's clerk, and she would have no other.
Her father oft-times to her said, when he alone did meet her, Do you mean to disgrace our blood, you fond and foolish creature?
To go and marry with a slave, that has neither birth nor breeding. Sure I no portion will you give,
if this be your proceeding.
O than honoured father, she reply'd, I pray you use your pleasure, For I adore my dearest joy above all worldly treasure.
With him I mean to live and die, to him I have consented ​Kind heaven will our wants supply, with that we'll be contented.
Her father in a passion flew, and threat'ned to destroy her, If that her folly she'd pursue, no clerk should e'er enjoy her.
O then, she said. He must and will, although you be offended: When from my solemn vow I fail, pray let my life be ended.
Upon the table in the room, a fowling piece did ly, Her father in a passion flew, and straight at her let fly.
It lighted on her youthful breast, and she fell down before him. These were the last words that she spoke, for ever I'll adore him.
When he had seen what he had done, what have I slain my daughter? His rapier then he drew out forth,
and slew himself soon after.
Her mother came into the room, and both she stood a viewing. With grief her tender heart did break, ambition was their ruin.
​Her lover came amongst the rest, with hands in sorrow bringing, And from her fair youthful breast, the blood he then saw springing.
How could her father be so severe! why so severe and cruel? Could he not laid the fault on me, and spar'd my dearest jewel!
The beauty of all western parts, who daily did adore me; Nay, I may say the best of hearts, lies bleeding now before me
O how can I presume to live, all in this world behind her! No, no, one fatal stroke I'll give, perhaps then I may find her.
Down in the silent shades below, where bleeding lovers wander; Still pouring out sad grief and woe, they daily did ly under.
A sword he from his side drew out, and slew himself soon after, Just like two loyal lovers fair, they died both together.
They both were buried in one grave, just like two lovers loyal: ​May God preserve all you that love, and send you no such trial.
# The Cruel father/An old woman clothed in gray

AN OLD WOMAN CLOTHED IN GREY.
AN old woman clothed is grey had a daughter was charming & young, But she was deluded astray, by Roger's false flattering tongue:
With whom she often had been, abroad in the meadows and fields; Her belly grew up to her chin, her spirit sunk down to her heels.
At length she began for to puke her mother possessed with fear: She gave her a gentle rebuke, and cry'd. Daughter a word in your ear.
I doubt you've been playing the fool, which many call Hay ding a ding, Why did you not follow my rule, and tie your two toes in a string.
O Mother! your counsel I took, but yet I was never tho near: He won my heart with a false look, and his words so enchanted mine ear.
​That your precepts I soon did forget, he on me, and would have his scope, O it is but a folly to fret, tis done, and for it there's no he'p.
Then who is the father of it! come tell me without more delay? For now I am just in the fit. to go and hear what he will say.
It is Roger, the damsel reply’d he call'd me his own pretty bird, And said that I should be his bri e, but he was not so good as his word.
What Roger, that lives in the mile? yes verily Mother, the same: What! Roger, that lives in the mill? I'll hope to him tho' I am lame.
Go fetch me my crutches with speed, and bring me my spectacles too, A lecture to him I will read, shall ring in his ears thro' and thro'.
With that she went heping away, and went to young Hodge of the mill, On him she her crutches did lay and cry'd, You have ruin'd my Girl,
By getting her dear maidenhead, 'tis true, you can no ways deny, ​Therefore I advise you to wed, and make her as honest as I.
Then what will you g've me? quoth Hodge if I take your daughter by hand!
Will you make me the heir of your lodge? your houses, your money and land,
With all your barns and ploughs, your cattle and money also, If so I will make her my spouse, speak up, are you willing or no,
Then Goody took Hogde by the hand, let it be for to have and to hold; I will make you the heir of my land, my houses, my silver, and gold.
Make her but your honoured wife, and you shall be Lord of my store, Whene'er I surrender my life, in case it were forty times more.
The bargain was presently struck, they wedded-and this being done. The old women wish'd them good luck, being proud of her daughter and Son,
Then, Hey for a Girl or Boy; young Peg look'd as big as a Duchess, The Old Women caper'd for joy and danc'd up a jig in her crutcher.
# Cruel father, or, The loyal lover's downfal (1820)/The Cruel father, or The loyal lover's downfal

THE CRUEL FATHER.
A lady’s daughter in the west, about the age of twenty. And she had sweethearts of the best, both Lords and Squires in plenty.
But she ador’d her father's Clerk, above all men of honour But she ador'd her father’s clerk and she would have no other.
Her father oft-times to her said, when he alone did meet her, Do you mean to disgrace our blood, you fond and foolish creature?
To go and marry with a slave, that has neither birth nor breeding, Sure I no portion will you give, if this be your proceeding.
O then honoured father, she reply’d, I pray you use your pleasure, For I adore my dearest joy, above all wordly treasure.
With him I mean to live and dwell, to him I have consented, ​Kind heaven will our wants supply, with that we'll be contented,
Her father in a passion flew, and threat'ned to destroy her,
If that her folly she'd pursue, no clerk should e'er enjoy her.
O then, she said, He must and will, although you be offended.
When from my solemn vow I fall, pray let my life be ended.
Upon the table in the room, a fowling piece did ly,
Her father in a passion ⟨flew⟩ and straight at her let fly.
It lighted on her youthful breast, and she fell ⟨down⟩ before him,
These were the last words that she spoke, for ever I'll adore him.
When he had seen what he had done, what, have I ⟨slain⟩ my daughter?
His rapier ⟨then⟩ he drew out forth, and slew himself soon after.
Her mother came into the room, and both she stood a viewing,
With grief her tender heart did break,
​Her lover came among the rest, with hands in sorrow wringing.
And from her fair youthful breast, the blood he then saw wringing.
How could her father be so severe? why so severe and cruel?
Could he not laid the fault on me, and spar’d my dearest jewel?
The beauty of all western parts, who daily did adore me
Nay, I may say the best of hearts lies bleeding now before me.
O how can I presume to live, all in this world behind her!
No, no one fatal stroke I’ll give perhaps then I may find her.
Down in the silent shades below, where bleeding lovers wander;
Still pouring out sad grief and woe, they daily did ly under.
A sword he from his side drew out, and slew himself soon after,
Just like two loyal lovers fair, there died both together.
They both were buried in one grave, just like two lovers loyal.
May God preserve all you that love, and send you no such trial.