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# The spiders of weariness come on me ...

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The spiders of weariness come on me To weave wide webs on my brain. I must go to the night and the sighing sea And the drive of the drifting rain.
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# Take some honey from a cat ...

From a letter to Tevis Clyde Smith, ca. August/September 1927; titled with the first line in COLLECTED POETRY
Take some honey from a cat
Mix it with a vampire bat
Stir it in an opera hat
Where an alligator sat—
That’s Magnolia!
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# There once was a wicked old elf ...

From a letter to Tevis Clyde Smith, undated; titled with the first line in COLLECTED POETRY
There once was a wicked old elf
Who sat a girl up on a shelf,
In spite of her aunties,
He took down her panties—
But finish this rhyme for yourself.
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# There’s an isle far away on the breast of the sea ...

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There's an isle far away on the breast of the sea, A gem that is set in the stars of the bay, And it lives in the hearts of the wanderers who stray, (And begob it's too good for such spalpeens as ye!)
Oh the sorrow on them that have sailed from its swards! On the thoughts that they think and the sighs that they sigh! Is it liquor alone that is dimming their eye? (With the graft that they get from misvotin' the wards.)
Oh, oft to that isle the fond memory flies! To the brooks where they sported, so young and so chaste And the dear drowsy shores that they left in such haste (For the stealin' of cows and the tellin' of lies.)
There the soft fleecy clouds on the mountains repose, And the breeze is a kiss and perfume to the mind, And love reigns supreme and peace sits enshrined. (So shut your damned mouth or I'll break your damned nose.)
Oh the men of the isle are all loyal and bold And the women are lovely and fair to the eye; Ochone for the ones who left with a sigh. (Betrayin' their friends for the Englishman's gold.)
Oh never the love of that island shall slack As long as her sons shall roam the world round, For a country so beautiful will ne'er be found. (God pity the bastards that have to go back.)
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# They matched me up with a bird ...

From a letter to Tevis Clyde Smith, ca. June 1928; titled with the first line in COLLECTED POETRY
They matched me up that night with a bird that was a fright,
The Anaconda Kid from Amsterdam,
His face was like a fable, his wrist a hawser’s cable;
His shoulder was a gable, his arm a battering ram.
He rushed me from the bell like a roaring ape from Hell
And I put a wicked left against his chin,
But his left hand found me and his right swing crowned me
And the fogs closed round me and the ring began to spin.
A surf was roaring loud which I reckoned was the crowd
Gone cookoo as babies in their cribs.
At the gong my knees were knocking, I was weaving, ducking, blocking,
I went to my corner rocking with a couple broken ribs.
For the second gory round he came roaring with a bound
Seeing he had victory in his grasp,
I let go my right and duck him—just above the belt it took him
And I know that I have shook him for he halted with a gasp.
He dropped his guard a second—long enough for me I reckoned—
And the crowd went crazy where they sat
For my left hand battered and my right hand shattered
Till the red blood splattered on the great grey mat.
Oh, how they did yell and whoop when I knocked him for a loop
Just about a couple counts before the bell.
They’d have gave as loud a bellow had I been the losing fellow—
God, a crowd is yellow—yellow—all of them can go to Hell.
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# Toast to the British! Damn their souls to Hell

From a letter to Tevis Clyde Smith, ca. August/September 1927; titled with the first line in COLLECTED POETRY
Toast to the British! Damn their souls to Hell.
Let worlds and oceans rock beneath their feet.
Let their damnation be so great, complete,
That nations shall forget they even fell.
Forgot their flag that swayed, their drums that beat
When men, in years to come, old tales shall tell.
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# We are the duckers of crosses...

Sent in a letter to Howard's friend Tevis Clyde Smith, April 14, 1926. First published in The Last of the Trunk Och Brev I Urval, 2007. Variation on a ballad stanza, with shorter stanzas compressed into one longer stanza. It is a parody of We are the music makers.
We are the duckers of crosses,  We are the swingers of swings. We count our gains and our losses  In all of the fourth rate rings. We are the bums and the slackers  Swiggers of Ancient Crow. Yet the fans pay sixteen smackers  To see us knocked for a row. Bout losers and bout forsakers  They hand us a-many slams, For we are the set-ups and fakers,  We are the fourth-rate hams! We are the takers of slams and blips!  Jester and ring-side clown! But sometimes we go with our trunks on our hips  And jerk us a title down! Taking bout that champs are shying,  Where the ring gong clangs and thrums Where the swining mitts are flying—  We are the fourth-rate bums!
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# Home-Coming

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## Poems

* "Home-coming" (1917, "There is peace in this house"), a poem by Dyneley Hussey
* "The Home-coming" (1917, "When this blast is over-blown"), a poem by Joseph Lee
* "Homecoming" (1926, "Great fall festival of the Illini tribe"), a poem by Anna Shattuck Palmer
* "Homecoming" (1959, "there, in the cold truth of dawn"), a poem by Charles Shaw

## Short stories

* "The Home-Coming", (1917) a short story by Achmed Abdullah
* "The Home-Coming", a short story by Arthur Conan Doyle
* "Home-Coming", a short story by Franz Kafka
* "The Home-Coming", a short story by Rabindranath Tagore
# What's become of Waring ...

Parody of “Waring” by Robert Browning; from a letter to Tevis Clyde Smith, ca. Fall 1927; titled with the first line in COLLECTED POETRY
What’s become of Waring
Since the bastard make his skip?
For his credit little caring
With his flask upon his hip?
Rather than pay money down
To his friends in London town,
Look east where myriad dumbbells plow
In cookoo land what grafts are now?
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# The world goes back to the primitive, yea ...

From a letter to Tevis Clyde Smith, ca. January 1928; titled with the first line in Collected Poetry
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# Macabre/Number 5/Lines to H. P. Lovecraft

Lines to H. P. Lovecraft
You read the cryptic sorceries of night; Across the whirling gulfs of eldrich space You traveled on a wizard's spectral flight To wake the dreaded Elders in their dreaming place And wrest from wary guardians of the Gate A runic lore that banished godheads keep. The acolytes of silent Ib pursued too late, For you were safe beyond the Wall of Sleep. Among the haunted stars your legends grow -- Who fathomed secrets nameless demons know!
-- Joseph Payne Brennan
# Macabre/Number 5/Lovecraft's "Brick Row"

Lovecraft's "Brick Row"
by
Joseph Payne Brennan
H. P. Lovecraft, who yearned for vanished decades with a sincere and abiding passion, made some effort to establish himself as a poet-recorder of old New England. Most of his attempts in this direction -- "New England Fallen", "On a New England Village Seen by Moonlight", "To Templeton and Monadnock", etc. -- are interesting failures. "New England Fallen", the most ambitious of the poems named -- it runs to about 150 lines -- contains some rewarding word pictures of early rural New England, and can be read for a rather stark reflation of Lovecraft's attitude toward certain aspects of twentieth-century New England. But the piece never achieves genuine poetry an at best can be labeled average verse.
In one poem however, Lovecraft reached a level of success which more than atones for his several failures. This Poem is "Brick Row" (dated Dec. 7, 1929), a 48-line piece written in traditional quatrains. Lovecraft was impelled to write the poem when a row of venerable brick warehouses in South Water Street, Providence were threatened with the wrecker's sledgehammers.
The poem is probably the best H. P. ever wrote. It surpasses the weird sonnets and any others I can think of. As I have said elsewhere, I still believe that the bulk of Lovecraft's verse is inferior work, derivative, imitative, often pompous -- but a rare felicity is found in "Brick Row." There are some original, memorable lines: "The dawn's bright ingots like an open chest", "They are the sills that hold the lights of home", and the poem as a whole possesses an impact which is lasting. There is never any doubt of Lovecraft's sincerity, nostalgia and deep concern, an these emotions are successfully transmitted to the reader.
While "New England Fallen" is rather strident, rather overdone, "Brick Row" is relaxed, persuasive. Its easy reminiscent charm wins us over, seemingly without effort:
"Sometimes at night the stir of wharves and slips Comes faint and distant from another day, And the old brick is barred with masts of ships That crowd as ghosts along the ancient bay."
To the objections of the pseudo-intellectual snob-obscurists who may be already shrieking in protest, I would point out that the quatrain is torn from context and also that I do not claim it as great poetry. But the poem as a whole is good poetry.
"Brick Row" deserves reprinting in a reputable anthology. It is too fine a piece to be buried in the welter of Lovecraft's secondary work. ********
# Romance

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* Romance, a short story by Robert W. Chambers
* Romance, a poem by François-René de Chateaubriand
* Romance, a poem by Florence Earle Coates. (How fair you are, wondrous maiden,)
* Romance, a poem by Letitia Elizabeth Landon
* Romance, a poem by Neil Munro
* Romance, a poem by Edgar Allan Poe. (Romance who loves to nod and sing)
* Romance, a poem by Arthur Rimbaud.
* Romance, a poem by Edwin Arlington Robinson
* Romance, a poem by Julius Zeyer
# Macabre/Number 5/Homecoming

Homecoming
there, in the cold truth of dawn, coming home, he hears the park statues muttering darkly; there, in the taut light of new-day-to-come, twisting the last strip of lust round his brain.
now, on the edge of no longer to-morrow, stuffing torn memories into his pride, now fumbling darkly up flights of rude stairs, flints of ungrandeur, to fall on his grave.
-- Charles Shaw
# Judgement

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## Poems

* "Judgment", a poem by Leslie Coulson ("So be it, God, I take what Thou dost give,")
* "Judgement," a poem by George Herbert ("Almightie Judge, how shall poore wretches brook")

## Short stories

* "Judgement," a short story by Kit Reed

## See also

* Judges
# Judges

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* A book of the Christian and Hebrew Bibles; for versions, see Judges (Bible).
* Biblical commentary and analysis
** "Judges, Book of," in Easton's Bible Dictionary (1897)
** "Judges," in Catholic Encyclopedia, (ed.) by Charles G. Herbermann and others, New York: The Encyclopaedia Press (1913)

## See also

* Judgement
# Diamonds To Sit On

Contents
DIAMONDS TO SIT ON
A RUSSIAN COMEDY OF ERRORS
by
ILYA ILF AND EUGENE PETROV
TRANSLATED FROM THE RUSSIAN BY
ELIZABETH HILL and DORIS MUDIE
HARPER & BROTHERS PUBLISHERS
NEW YORK AND LONDON MCMXXX
Originally published in Russian under the title
'dvenadtsat’ stul’ev’
(twelve chairs)
printed in great britain
Contents
CONTENTS
PART I
THE LION OF STARGOROD
| chapter | | page |
| I. | BEZENCHUK AND 'THE NYMPHS' | 1 |
| II. | THE DEATH OF MADAM PETUKHOV | 9 |
| III. | THE MIRROR OF SIN | 16 |
| IV. | THE MUSE OF DISTANT JOURNEYS | 22 |
| V. | THE GREAT SCHEMER | 25 |
| VI. | DIAMOND DREAMS | 33 |
| VII. | TRACES OF THE 'TITANIC' | 38 |
| VIII. | A NERVOUS THIEF | 42 |
| IX. | WHERE ARE YOUR LOCKS | 51 |
| X. | A LOCKSMITH, A PARROT, AND A FOR­TUNE-TELLER | 57 |
| XI. | THE ALPHABET OF 'THE MIRROR OF LIFE' | 65 |
| XII. | A PASSIONATE WOMAN—A POET'S DREAM | 77 |
| XIII. | MAY DAY | 83 |
| XIV. | THE SECRET UNION OF THE SWORD AND PLOUGH | 90 |
PART II
IN MOSCOW
| chapter | | page |
| XV. | THE CHAIRS AND A HOSTEL | 101 |
| XVI. | QUARREL | 107 |
| XVII. | THE MUSEUM OF FURNITURE | 110 |
| XVIII. | WHERE ARE THE OTHERS? | 118 |
| XIX. | FROM PILLAR TO POST | 123 |
| XX. | THE AUCTION | 133 |
| XXI. | LITTLE ELLA | 142 |
| XXII. | ABSALOM VLADIMIROVICH IZNURENKOV | 148 |
| XXIII. | THE AUTOMOBILE CLUB | 156 |
| XXIV. | A CONVERSATION WITH A NAKED ENGINEER | 164 |
| XXV. | TWO VISITS | 170 |
| XXVI. | STARGOROD | 175 |
| XXVII. | HUSBAND AND WIFE | 181 |
| XXVIII. | POET | 187 |
| XXIX. | THE COLUMBUS THEATRE | 191 |
PART III
MADAM PETUKHOV'S TREASURE
| chapter | | page |
| XXX. | A MAGIC NIGHT ON THE VOLGA | 201 |
| XXXI. | A SHADY PAIR | 207 |
| XXXII. | A LETTER | 213 |
| XXXIII. | EXPULSION FROM PARADISE | 215 |
| XXXIV. | THE INTERPLANETARY CHESS CONGRESS | 219 |
| XXXV. | ETCETERA | 231 |
| XXXVI. | THE VIEW ON TO THE MALACHITE POOL | 236 |
| XXXVII. | THE ENGINEER BRUNS | 245 |
| XXXVIII. | UNDER THE CLOUDS | 253 |
| XXXIX. | AN EARTHQUAKE | 260 |
| XL. | THE TREASURE | 272 |
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# Nature and Life

THE CAMBRIDGE MISCELLANY
XIII
NATURE AND LIFE
London Cambridge University Press Fetter Lane
Bombay · Calcutta · Madras Macmillan
All rights reserved
NATURE AND LIFE
By ALFRED NORTH WHITEHEAD
CAMBRIDGE AT THE UNIVERSITY PRESS 1934
First EditionApril 1934 ReprintedSeptember 1934
PRINTED IN GREAT BRITAIN
These two lectures, delivered before the University of Chicago in October 1933, are the copyright in the United States of America of the University of Chicago Press
* Chapter I
* Chapter II
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# Loss

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* "Loss", a poem by Arthur Newberry Choyce
* "Loss", a poem by Pavol Országh Hviezdoslav
# Bird Song

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* "A Bird Song", a poem by Virginia Woodward Cloud
* "Bird Song", a poem by Virginia Woodward Cloud
* "A Bird Song", a poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti
* "Bird-song", a poem by Charles Augustin Sainte-Beuve; translated by Watson Kirkconnell
# My galley (Wyatt)

My galley charged with forgetfulness Thorough sharp seas, in winter nights doth pass 'Tween rock and rock; and eke mine enemy, alas, That is my lord, steereth with cruelness; And every oar a thought in readiness, As though that death were light in such a case. An endless wind doth tear the sail apace Of forced sighs and trusty fearfulness. A rain of tears, a cloud of dark disdain, Hath done the wearied cords great hinderance; Wreathed with error and eke with ignorance. The stars be hid that led me to this pain. Drowned is reason that should me consort, And I remain despairing of the port.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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