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# Dinna think bonny lassie/Remember me

REMEMBER ME.
Remember me, when far away I ⟨journey⟩ thro' the world's wide waste; Remember me at early day, Or when the evening shadows haste. When high the pensive moon appears, And night, with all her starry train, Gives rest to human hopes and fears, Remember I alone complain.
Remember me whene'er you sigh, Be it at midnight's silent hour; Remember me, and think that I Return thy sigh and feel its power. Whene'er you think on there away, Or when you bend the pious knee, Or when your thoughts to pleasure stray, O then, dear maid, remember me.
FINIS.
# Robin Adair (1818)

ROBIN ADAIR,
A New Way of Waterloo,
THE THORN,
O let me in this ae night,
AND
HIGHLAND MARY.
EDINBURGH:
PRINTED FOR THE BOOKSELLERS.
1818.
Contents (not listed in original)
* Robin Adair
* A New Way of Waterloo
* The Thorn
* O let me in this ae night
* Highland Mary
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# The Poetical Works of Robert Burns/O Lassie, art thou sleeping yet?
## His question

    O Lassie, are ye sleepin yet,
    Or are ye waukin, I wad wit?
    For Love has bound me hand an' fit,
    And I would fain be in, jo.
    Chorus
    O let me in this ae night,
    This ae, ae, ae night;
    O let me in this ae night,
    I'll no come back again, jo!
    O hear'st thou not the wind an' weet?
    Nae star blinks thro' the driving sleet;
    Tak pity on my weary feet,
    And shield me frae the rain, jo.
    Chorus
    O let me in, etc.
    The bitter blast that round me blaws,
    Unheeded howls, unheeded fa's;
    The cauldness o' thy heart's the cause
    Of a' my care and pine, jo.
    Chorus 2x
    O let me in, etc.

## Her answer

    O tell na me o' wind an' rain,
    Upbraid na me wi' cauld disdain,
    Gae back the gate ye cam again,
    I winna let ye in, jo.
    Chorus
    I tell you now this ae night,
    This ae, ae, ae night;
    And ance for a' this ae night,
    I winna let ye in, jo.
    The snellest blast, at mirkest hours,
    That round the pathless wand'rer pours
    Is nocht to what poor she endures,
    That's trusted faithless man, jo.
    Chorus
    I tell you now, etc.
    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.
    Chorus
    I tell you now, etc.
    The bird that charm'd his summer day,
    Is now the cruel Fowler's prey;
    Let witless, trusting, Woman say
    How aft her fate's the same, jo!
    Chorus
    I tell you now, etc.
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# O let me in this ae night

* "O Let Me in This A'e Night", in Select songs (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Dumfries
* "O let me in this ae night", in Robin Adair (1818), a chapbook printed in Edinburgh
* "O let me in this ae night, with Her answer", in Dinna think bonny lassie (1819), a chapbook printed in Edinburgh
* "Let Me in This Ae Night", in Lewie Gordon (1821), a chapbook printed in Glasgow
* "Let me in this ae night", in The Book of Scottish Song (1843), edited by Alexander Whitelaw
* "O Lassie, art thou sleeping yet?", in The Poetical Works of Robert Burns (1887), edited by Alexander Smith
# Select songs (1)/O Let Me in This A'e Night

LET ME IN THIS A'E NIGHT.
(illegible text) lassie art thou sleeping yet? (illegible text)art thou wakin. I would wit? (illegible text)or love has bound me, hand and foot, And I would fain be in, jo.
Chorus.
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.
Thou hear'st the wintry wind and weet, Nae star blinks thro' the driving sleet; Tak pity on my weary feet, And shield me frae the rain, jo. O let me in, &c.
The bitter blast around 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.
# Robin Adair (1818)/O let me in this ae night

O let me in this ae night.
O, lassie, art thou sleeping yet, Or art thou wakin‘ 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 wad ye let me in jo.
Out o’er the moss, out o’er the muir, I came this dark and dreary hour: And here l stand without the door, Amid the pouring storm, jo. O let me, &e.
Thou hear’st the winter wind and weet, Nae star blinks through the driving sleet, Tak pity on my weary feet, And shield me frae the rain, jo. O let me, &c.
The bitter blast that round me blaws, Unheeded howls, unheeded fa's: The cauldness o’ thy heart’s the cause Of as my grief and pain, jo. O let me, &c.
​O tell na me of wind and rain, Upbraid na me wi' cauld disdain, Gae back the gate ye.came again, I winna let you in, jo. O' let me, &c.
# Dictionary of Greek and Roman Biography and Mythology/Eratosthenes 1.

​ERATOSTHENES (Ἐρατοσθένης). 1. One of the Thirty Tyrants. (Xen. Hell. ii. 3. § 2.) There is an oration of Lysias against him (Or. 12), which was delivered soon after the expulsion of the Thirty and the return of Lysias from exile. (Clinton, F. H. sub ann. B.C. 403.) 2. The person for whose slaughter by Euphiletus, the first oration of Lysias is a defence. (Lys. p. 2, &c.)[P. S.]
# Dictionary of Greek and Roman Biography and Mythology/Erato

​E'RATO (Ἐρατώ), a nymph and the wife of Arcas, by whom she became the mother of Elatus, Apheidas, and Azan. She was said to have been a prophetic priestess of the Arcadian Pan. (Paus. viii. 27. § 9; Arcas.) There are two other mythical personages of this name, the one a Muse and the other a Nereid. (Apollod. i. 3. § 1, 2. § 6; (Hes. Theog. 247.)[L. S.]
# Dictionary of Greek and Roman Biography and Mythology/Eratidae

​ERA'TIDAE (Ἐρατίδαι), an ancient illustrious family in the island of Rhodes. The Eratidae of Ialysus in Rhodes are described by Pindar (Ol. vii. 20, &c.; comp. Böckh, Explicat. p. 165) as descended from Tlepolemus and the Heracleidae, of whom a colony seems to have gone from Argos to Rhodes. Damagetus and his son Diagoras belonged to the family of the Eratidae. [ Damagetus, Diagoras.][L. S.]
# Dictionary of Greek and Roman Biography and Mythology/Erastus

​ERASTUS (Ἐραστος), of Scepsis in Troas, is mentioned along with Coriscus, a native of the same place, among the disciples of Plato (Diog. Laërt. iii. 46); and the sixth among the letters attributed to Plato is addressed to those two Scepsians. Strabo (xiii. p. 608) classes both men among the Socratic philosophers. (Ast, Platon’s Leben u. Schrift. p. 519; C. F. Hermann, Gesch. u. System d. Plat. Philos. i. pp. 425, 592, &c.)[L. S.]
# Dictionary of Greek and Roman Biography and Mythology/Erasistratus 2.

​2. Erasistratus of Sicyon, must have lived in or before the first century after Christ, as he is mentioned by Asclepiades Pharmacion (apud Galen. de Compos. Medicam. sec. Locos, x. 3, vol. xiii. p. 356).[W. A. G.]
# Dictionary of Greek and Roman Biography and Mythology/Eratosthenes Scholasticus

​ERATO'STHENES SCHOLA'STICUS, the author of four epigrams in the Greek Anthology (Brunck, Anal. vol. iii. p. 123; Jacobs, vol. iv. p. 93), to which may be added, on the authority of the Vatican MS., a fifth, which stands in the Anthology among those of Paul the Silentiary (No. 88). In all probability, Eratosthenes lived under the emperor Justinian. (Jacobs, Anth. Graec. vol. xiii. p. 890; Fabric. Bibl. Graec. vol. iv. p. 474.)[P. S.]
# Dictionary of Greek and Roman Biography and Mythology/Eratus

​E'RATUS (Ἐρατός), a son of Heracles by Dynaste, was king of Argos, and made a successful expedition against Asine, which was besieged and taken. (Apollod. ii. 7. § 8; Paus. ii. 36. § 5.)[L. S.]
# Poems (Hazlett-Bevis)

POEMS
—BY—
MRS. S. C. HAZLETT-BEVIS.
CINCINNATI: HENRY H. BEVIS, PUBLISHER. 1890.
NOTES BY THE AUTHOR.
In these few published poems, it is not the aim of the writer, for any mark of greatness, nor has it been the intention until very recently, to convey them in book form to the reading public.
The feeling which prompted both thought and verse, has been that of sympathy, a desire for purity in rythm and tone, and simplicity of expression, with a love for the beautiful.
I am aware of the criticism which will be passed upon them, many of them being mediocre, but all, I trust, bearing the seal of His sanction, and a few at least, showing the author's faith in humankind.
Some day, greater things maybe accomplished.
S.C.H.B.
Cincinnati, October 1, 1890.
INDEX.
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# Animal Husbandry Law of the People's Republic of China

* Animal Husbandry Law of the People's Republic of China (2005)
* Animal Husbandry Law of the People's Republic of China (2015)
* Animal Husbandry Law of the People's Republic of China (2022)
# Poetry (Moore)

"Poetry" was first published in 1919 by the literary magazine Others: A Magazine of the New Verse; it was the lead poem of the final issue of the magazine. Moore published many other versions of the poem during her lifetime.
* "Poetry" in Others for 1919 (1920)
* "Poetry" in Poems (1921)
# Cup of Gold (1929)

Cup of Gold
Cup of Gold
A Life of Henry Morgan, Buccaneer
With Occasional Reference to History
by
John Steinbeck
Robert M. McBride & Company
1929
Copyright, 1929 Robert M. McBride & Company First Published, August, 1929
Cup of Gold
Printed in the United States of America
Cup of Gold
Chapters (not listed in original)
    Chapter I
    Chapter II
    Chapter III
    Chapter IV
    Chapter V
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# Jersey Journal/1942/11/12/Langan

Katherine Mary Norton (1894-1942) funeral notice in the Jersey Journal on November 12, 1942.
Langan — On November 10, 1942, Catherine M. (nee Norton), of 63 Clendenny Avenue, beloved wife of James P. Langan; devoted mother of James, John and Kathryn Ann, and daughter of Mrs. Sarah Norton; sister of Thomas and James. Relatives and friends, also Court Greenville No. 450, Catholic Daughters of America, and Holy Rosary Society, are invited to attend funeral November 14 at 9 a.m. Solemn high mass, 10 a.m., Our Lady of Victories Church, interment Holy Name Cemetery. Arrangements by Houghton Funeral Home. Langan, Summons Officers and members of Court Greenville No. 450. C. D. of A., are requested to meet at the home of their Worthy Monitor, Catherine Langan, 63 Clendenny Avenue, Friday evening at 8 o'clock, to pray for the happy repose of her soul. Helen Burgoine. Grand Regent. Margaret Sharrock, Historian.
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# Jersey Journal/1942/Mrs. Thomas Norton

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Selma Louise Freudenberg (1921-2009) in The Jersey Journal on November 28, 1942.
Mrs. Thomas Norton. Miss Selma Freudenberg, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Arthur Freudenberg, 11 Claremont Avenue, was united in marriage recently at Trinity Lutheran Church to Mr. Thomas Norton, second class seaman, son of Mr. and Mrs. Thomas Norton, 603 Garfield Avenue.
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# Jersey Journal/1944/Brothers in Service

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Thomas Patrick Norton II (1920-2011) and Vincent Gerard Norton (1923-2005) in The Jersey Journal on May 29, 1944.
Brothers in Service. Private first class Vincent and Radio M 2/c Thomas Norton, sons of Mr. and Mrs. Thomas Norton, Sr., 603 Garfield Avenue. Vincent entered service in May 1943, Thomas, husband of the former Selma Freudenberg, enlisted in June 1942. He was in the Sicilian invasion and is now on convoy duty. Vincent is somewhere overseas.
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# The Yellow Book/Volume 8/Study of a Calf

Study of a Calf
By D. Gauld
# The Poetical Works of William Motherwell/Lines Written on a Visit to the Grave of Motherwell

Lines,
Written after a Visit to the Grave of my Friend,
William Motherwell,
November, 1847.
Place we a stone at his head and his feet; Sprinkle his sward with the small flowers sweet; Piously hallow the Poet's retreat! Ever approvingly, Ever most lovingly, Turned he to nature, a worshipper meet.
Harm not the thorn which grows at his head; Odorous honours its blossoms will shed, Grateful to him, early summoned, who sped Hence, not unwillingly— For he felt thrillingly— To rest his poor heart 'mong the low-lying dead.
Dearer to him than the deep Minster bell, Winds of sad cadence, at midnight, will swell, Vocal with sorrows he knoweth too well, Who, for the early day, Plaining this roundelay, Might his own fate from a brother's foretell.
Worldly ones treading this terrace of graves, Grudge not the minstrel the little he craves, When o'er the snow-mound the winter-blast raves— Tears—which devotedly, Though all unnotedly, Flow from their spring, in the soul's silent caves.
Dreamers of noble thoughts, raise him a shrine, Graced with the beauty which lives in his line; Strew with pale flow'rets, when pensive moons shine, His grassy covering, Where spirits hovering, Chaunt, for his requiem, music divine.
Not as a record he lacketh a stone! Pay a light debt to the singer we've known— Proof that our love for his name hath not flown With the frame perishing— That we are cherishing Feelings akin to the lost Poet's own.
William Kennedy.
Glasgow: Printed by S. and T. Dunn, 17 Prince's Square.
# The Chimes (Rackham)/List of Characters

Characters
* Sir Joseph Bowley, M.P., an old and stately gentleman.
* Master Bowley, son of the preceding.
* Alderman Cute, a man priding himself on his plain, practical, knowing character.
* Will Fern, a poor and honest man, but who has been given a bad name.
* Mr. Filer, a disconsolate gentleman of middle age.
* Mr. Fish, confidential secretary to Sir Joseph Bowley.
* Richard, a handsome young smith.
* Tugby, porter to Sir Joseph Bowley.
* Toby Veck (“Trotty”), a ticket-porter.
* Lady Bowley, wife of Sir Joseph Bowley.
* Mrs. Anne Chickenstalker, keeper of a “general shop.”
* Lilian Fern, an orphan; niece to Will Fern.
* Margaret Veck, daughter of Toby Veck.
# Roy Blakeley's Adventures in Camp/Chapter XXIX

CHAPTER XXIX
TELLS ABOUT HOW WE LOOKED INTO THE PIT
I NEVER saw anything like that before and it—it didn't exactly scare me—but it made me feel sort of funny. It gave me the creeps to see right in front of me like that, how lakes and valleys and all the land could be changed and me standing there watching it. It seemed as if the earth was being made all over again, as you might say.
"That's where we came through only a little while ago," I said, "how will it be inside where the lake was—is?"
Especially it seemed queer like, because it was getting dark fast and the sound of the water rushing and the sky all black made everything seem awful gloomy.
"Is Temple Camp all right, do you suppose?" I asked Bert.
"Guess so," he said, "that's over on the south shore. But hanged if I know how we're going to get there or anywhere else. Guess we'll just have to stand here like the Statue of Liberty."
I said, "Listen to the water."
​"It isn't so high in the valley," Bert said; "it must have been worse a couple of hours ago," Then all of a sudden he said.
"Shh—listen!"
"T hear it," I said.
"No, not the water," he said; "listen. Do you hear a sound like groaning?"
I listened, and as sure as I was standing there, I heard a low sound, as if someone was groaning far away.
"That isn't the water, is it?" Bert asked.
"Sure it isn't," I told him, "and it isn't from up through Nick's Valley, because, look, the wind ix blowing from us that way."
I held up my scout scarf to show him how it blew toward the valley. And again we heard the groans, long and low, sort of.
"It's somewhere right around here," Bert saidy then all of a sudden he said, "Look!"
Just in back of us, not more than twenty or thirty feet off, was the pit. I could see it plain, because the stone work came up a couple of feet or so above the ground. Right close to it was a canoe all smashed in. I could see now that a couple of hours or so earlier, the water must have poured through there when it first overflowed the creek.
​We listened again and could hear the groaning plain.
"I don't know who it is,"" Bert said, "but that's the Gold Dust Twins' canoe. Come on."
We plodded over through the mud and water to the pit and looked over the edge. It was pretty dark down there, but I could see that there was only a little water in the bottom of it—not much more than before.
"That's funny," Bert said; "it must have overflowed in there when it first splashed down into the creek bed."
He felt in his pocket and took out a flashlight and held it down the hole, but it was wet and wouldn't light.
"Look down at the bottom, over at the Ieft side," he said; "do you see something?"
At first it looked like a bundle all covered with mud, Then I saw something white on it. It was a face. It didn't budge, just lay there; and it seemed awful white on account of the bottom being almost dark.
"Tt's Skinny," Bert said, in a kind of whisper.
I just said, "Yes."
I couldn't say anything more, because I was all trembling.
# Roy Blakeley's Adventures in Camp/Chapter XXX

CHAPTER XXX
TELLS ABOUT HOW TIGERS LEAP
OF course, we didn't stop to think about it then, but I knew that when the water first came rushing through Nick's Valley, it must have been dashed right into the pit. There was Skinny's body to prove it. Afterward, when it got flowing into the creek bottom and spreading out over the fields below, I could see how it wouldn't flow into that hole. But you can see for yourself, if you look at the map, that in the first rush it must have done that. Gee, I'm no civil engineer, but anyway, I could see that. Anyway, we didn't stop to think about that, or the canoe either, but only just Skinny.
"See if the paddle's anywhere around," Bert said. His voice was awful funny—sharp kind of, as if he meant business.
"What do you want that for?" I asked him, all excited.
"Look and see—do as I tell you," he just said.
It was in the smashed canoe and I just stood there holding it.
​"What'll I do with it?" I asked him.
"Just hold it," he said. Then he said, "Now, Blakeley, there's only one. way to get down there and that's to jump. It's pretty deep, but the main question is, 'is it wide enough?' If it is—well, I'm a tiger and I ought to manage it."
I didn't know then, but I found out afterward that when a tiger makes a leap out of a tree he rolls over when he hits ground and turns a sort of summersault, so as to break the shock. There's a certain way to do it, that's all I know. But I knew when he said it, that the Royal Bengal Tigers from Ohio were like the others away out in India, in more ways than I ever thought about.
I said, "Bert, you can't do it—tigers are—
"Shut up," he said, "and listen—"
"Even if you did," I said—"No, I won't shut up—you listen. Even if you did, how could you get out? Have some sense. I've followed you all the time, but now you've got to listen. I like you better than any fellow—even Westy—and—please wait a minute—even Skinny. It's too late—Bert."
He said, "Blakeley, we have two chances—just two. You know the third law. I don't tell you what you've got to do, Blakeley. That's your business—but listen." He put his hand on my ​shoulder and his voice was all husky. He said, "Blakeley, if I don't make it, you'll have my body to ease the shock for you. People—people will be here to-morrow—you'll get out. It's getting in we have to think about. If I don't make it, try to land on your feet—a little forward—like this—see? And duck your head and do a summersault forward—see? If you don't want to, it's none of my business. Only I'm telling you how. Here," he said, and he threw a lot of things out of his pockets; "you give them to my patrol."
"Keep them," I said, "I'll get them when I come down, if that's necessary. It's—it's you and I and Skinny, Bert—sink or swim—live or die—it's the three of us. I'm ready."
# The Yellow Book/Volume 8/Stacking Hay

Stacking Hay
By William Kennedy
# The Yellow Book/Volume 8/A Girl's Head (Mann)

A Girl's Head
By Harrington Mann
# The Yellow Book/Volume 8/The Harbour Light

The Harbour Light
By D. Martin
# The Yellow Book/Volume 8/A Girl's Head (Cameron)

A Girl's Head
By D. Y. Cameron
# A Girl's Head

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* A Girl's Head, an illustration by David Young Cameron
* A Girl's Head, an illustration by Harrington Mann
# The Yellow Book/Volume 8/Evening by the River

Evening by the River
By T. C. Morton
# The Yellow Book/Volume 8/A Windmill

A Windmill
By James Paterson