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# The New International Encyclopædia/Arcesilaus

Edition of 1905. See also Arcesilaus on Wikipedia; and the disclaimer.
​AR′CESILA′US (Gk. Ἀρκεσίλαος, Arkesilaos) (B.C. 316–241). A Greek philosopher, founder of the Middle Academy. He was born at Pitane, in Æolis; studied philosophy at Athens, first under Theophrastus, the Peripatetic, and afterwards under Crantor, the Academician, and through the latter became acquainted with Polemon and Crates, by whom, as well as by Crantor, he was profoundly influenced in his philosophic views. After the death of Crantor, he became the head of the Academic school. Arcesilaus marks a reaction against the dogmatism of the Stoic school of philosophy, and an intended recurrence to the method and attitude of Plato and Socrates. He denied the Stoic doctrine of a “convincing conception,” which he affirmed to be, from its very nature, unintelligible and contradictory. He also denied the certainty of intellectual and sensuous knowledge, and recommended abstinence from all dogmatic judgments. In practice, he maintained, we must act on grounds of probability. Though Arcesilaus confined his activity to teaching by the Socratic method, and wrote nothing, his influence on the future course of philosophic thought was far-reaching. He had clearness of thought, cutting wit, and readiness of speech; his frank and generous disposition charmed his opponents as well as his disciples. Consult Zeller, Geschichte der griechischen Philosophie (Leipzig, 1893).
# Illusions (Emerson, poem)

* “Illusions,” in The Conduct of Life (1860)
* “Illusions,” in Poems (Household Edition, 1904)
# Illusion

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* “Illusions,” a letter by Edwin Abbott Abbott
* “Illusions,” a poem by Ralph Waldo Emerson (Flow, flow the waves hated)
* “Illusions,” a prose piece by Ralph Waldo Emerson (“Some years ago, in company with an agreeable party, …”)
* “Illusion,” a poem by Richard Watson Gilder
* “Illusion,” a poem by Laurence Hope
* “Illusion,” a poem by Robert Ervin Howard
* “Illusion,” a poem by Georgia Douglas Camp Johnson (Oh! for the veils of my far-away youth)
* “Illusions,” a poem by Georgia Douglas Camp Johnson (Who hath not built his castles in the free and open air?)
* “Illusion,” a poem by Letitia Elizabeth Landon
* “Illusion,” a poem by Adelaide Anne Procter
# Illusion (Howard)

(In Illusion, seeking to express myself in the clearest manner possible, I have, for this effect, violated the rules common of rhythm and poetry.)
I stood upon surf-booming cliffs And heard the tide-race roaring, roaring strong and deep and free; On tall wind wings the white clouds sudded by. Far to the eat the ocean met the sky And the booming cliffs re-echoed to the thunder of the sea. Green are the waves and fringed with white the crest: Strong colour contrasts, turquoise, sapphire, now. Tumbling the jade green billows from the west Roars the wild sea-wind. Keep your sea. I go. Stranger to me the fierce red-blooded zest, The wild beast urge, the primitive behest. Fierce primal impulses are thoughts I do not know. I've ever dwelt 'mid worlds of vaguer tone, All tints and colors merging soft and dim, No garish flare of reds at the desert's rim— The sea-winds murmur there a pleasing drone; The sea-fogs grace the ocean, friendly, grey. 'Mid soft-hued woodlands shy nymphs have their play. Ad so I'll none of all this garish joy, These blazing dawns that leap like maids o'er-bold; The flaming greens and reds and yellows cloy, Barbaric tints of crimson, blazing gold. The worlds I seek are like soft, golden chimes; Soft merging tints that match the breeze's croon And no false note plays in the world-scheme rhymes— I seek soft, vague plateaus of the moon.
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# United States Statutes at Large/Volume 6/14th Congress/1st Session/Chapter 86

Chap. LXXXVI.—An Act for the relief of Joseph Wilson.
To be compensated for the loss of a horse. Act of April 9, 1816, ch. 40.Be it enacted, &c., That the commissioner to be appointed by virtue of the act, entitled “An act to authorize the payment for property lost, captured, or destroyed by the enemy, while in the military service of the United States, and for other purposes,” passed April ninth, one thousand eight hundred and sixteen, be, and he is hereby authorized and directed to audit and settle the claim of Joseph Wilson, for a horse killed by a sentinel, by ascertaining, or causing to be ascertained the value thereof, in the manner and form prescribed by the provisions of the aforesaid act.
Appropriation.Sec. 2. And be it further enacted, That the value thereof, when so ascertained, shall be paid to the said Joseph Wilson, out of any money in the treasury not otherwise appropriated.
Approved, April 26, 1816.
# United States Statutes at Large/Volume 6/14th Congress/1st Session/Chapter 87

Chap. LXXXVII.—An Act for the relief of Thomas Ap Catesby Jones.
Allowed certain credits.Be it enacted, &c., That the proper accounting officers of the navy department be, and they are hereby authorized and directed, to audit and settle the accounts of Thomas Ap Catesby Jones, a lieutenant of the navy of the United States, and to allow him, in the settlement thereof, such credits as may be equitable and just.
Approved, April 26, 1816.
# United States Statutes at Large/Volume 6/14th Congress/1st Session/Chapter 88

Chap. LXXXVIII.—An Act for the relief of Asher Palmer.
Indemnity for a schooner captured by the enemy.Be it enacted, &c., That the proper accounting officers of the navy department be, and they are hereby authorized and directed, to audit and settle the claim of Asher Palmer, for a small schooner captured by the British forces in the late war, while the same was in the service of the United States, by ascertaining, or causing to be ascertained, the value thereof, in such manner as shall be reasonable and just.
Appropriation.Sec. 2. And be it further enacted, That the amount thereof, when so ascertained, shall be paid to the said Asher Palmer, out of any money in the treasury not otherwise appropriated.
Approved, April 26, 1816.
# United States Statutes at Large/Volume 6/14th Congress/1st Session/Chapter 89

Chap. LXXXIX.—An Act for the relief of William Hamon.
Certain duties to be refunded.Be it enacted, &c., That there be paid to William Hamon, of the city of Philadelphia, out of any money in the treasury of the United States not otherwise appropriated, the sum of three hundred and eighty-four dollars and forty-three cents, in full of the sum of money which has been paid into the treasury by the said William Hamon, for duties ​on thirty-six of white sugar, imported by him on the twenty-sixth day of August, one thousand eight hundred and five, from Havanna, which sugar he exported to Bordeaux, in the ship of Missouri, about the last of September then next following: Provided, That prior to the payment of the above sum of money to the said William Hamon, satisfactory proof be exhibited to the Comptroller of the Treasury, that the said thirty-six boxes of white sugar were landed in some foreign port or place.
Apporved, April 26, 1816.
# Parody

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* “The Elderly Gentleman,” an anonymous poem
* "Parody," in Encyclopædia Britannica (11th ed., 1911)
* “A Parodie,” a poem by George Herbert
* “Parody,” a poem by Georgia Douglas Camp Johnson
# The North Star (Rochester)/1848/01/14/A Parody

From the Clarion of Freedom. A PARODY.
by a Lady of New-Concord.
# 1911 Encyclopædia Britannica/Parody

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PARODY (Gr. παρῳδία, literally a song sung beside, a comic parallel), an imitation of the form or style of a serious writing in matter of a meaner kind so as to produce a ludicrous effect. Parody is almost as old in European literature as serious writing. The Batrachomyomachia, or “Battle of the Frogs and Mice,” a travesty of the heroic epos, was ascribed at one time to Homer himself; and it is probably at least as old as the 5th century B.C. The great tragic poetry of Greece very soon provoked the parodist. Aristophanes parodied the style of Euripides in the Acharnians with a comic power that has never been surpassed. The debased grand style of medieval romance was parodied in Don Quixote. Shakespeare parodied the extravagant heroics of an earlier stage, and was himself parodied by Marston, incidentally in his plays and elaborately in a roughly humorous burlesque of Venus and Adonis. The most celebrated parody of the Restoration was Buckingham’s Rehearsal (1672), in which the tragedies of Dryden were intimately ridiculed. At the beginning of the 18th century The Splendid Shilling of John Philips (1676–1709), which Addison said was “the finest burlesque poem in the English language,” brilliantly used a fashion for using the solemn movement of Milton’s blank verse to celebrate ridiculous incidents. In 1736, Isaac Hawkins Browne (1705–1760) published a volume, A Pipe of Tobacco, in which the poetical styles of Colley Cibber, Ambrose Philips, James Thomson, Edward Young and Jonathan Swift were delightfully reproduced. In the following century, Shelley and John Hamilton Reynolds almost simultaneously produced cruel imitations of the naiveté and baldness of Wordsworth’s Peter Bell (1819). But in that generation the most celebrated parodists were the brothers Smith, whose Rejected Addresses may be regarded as classic in this kind of artificial production. The Victorian age has produced a plentiful crop of parodists in prose and in verse, in dramatic poetry and in lyric poetry. By common consent, the most subtle and dexterous of these was C. S. Calverley, who succeeded in reproducing not merely tricks of phrase and metre, but even manneristic turns of thought. In a later day, Mr Owen Seaman has repeated, and sometimes surpassed, the agile feats of Calverley.
# Caroling Dusk/Absence

ABSENCE
# The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley (ed. Hutchinson, 1914)/The Sunset

POEMS WRITTEN IN 1816
THE SUNSET
[Written at Bishopsgate, 1816 (spring). Published in full in the Posthumous Poems, 1824. Lines 9-20, and 28-42, appeared in Hunt's Literary Pocket-Book, 1823, under the titles, respectively, of Sunset, From an Unpublished Poem, and Grief. A Fragment.]
* ↑ death 1839; youth 1824.
* ↑ sun? We will walk 1824; sunrise? We will wake cj. Forman.
* ↑ Her eyes ... wan Hunt, 1823; omitted 1824, 1839.
* ↑ worn 1824; torn 1839.
# Sunset

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## Periodicals

* Sunset, an American lifestyle magazine

## Poems

* “Sunset,” a poem by Ida A. Ahlborn
* “Sunset,” a poem by Charles Baudelaire
* “Sunset,” a poem by Mary Elizabeth Blake
* “Sunset,” a poem by Eunice Browning
* “Sunset,” a poem by Geoffrey Herbert Crump
* “Sunset,” a poem by Emily Dickinson (Where ships of purple gently toss)
* “Sunset,” a poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
* “Sunset,” a poem by Elizabeth Gifford
* “Sunset,” a poem by Elinor Jenkins
* “Sunset,” a poem by Georgia Douglas Camp Johnson
* “Sunset,” a poem by H. P. Lovecraft
* “Sunset,” a poem by Frances M. Sharpless
* “The Sunset,” a poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley
* “A Sunset,” a poem by Clark Ashton Smith
* “Sunset,” a poem by Emma Toke
* “Sunset,” a poem by Jeannie Copes White
* “Sunset,” a poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

## See also

* Sunrise
* Sun
# Sunset (magazine)

Sunset is a magazine focusing almost exclusively on the western United States. It was founded in 1898, initially as a promotional vehicle for the Southern Pacific Railroad. In 1911 the Southern Pacific bought The Pacific Monthly and merged the two (retaining "Sunset" as the primary name). The magazine rose to international prominence as it grew, and developed a broader and more journalistic focus, particularly after the ownership was transferred in 1914. The Internet Archive has uploaded high quality scans of several volumes.
* Volume 31 (July–December 1913)
* Volume 32 (January–June 1914)
* Volume 33 (July–December 1914)
* Volume 36 (January–June 1916)
# Sunset (Ahlborn)

The sun, like a Moslem prophet,
 His turban has unfurled;
And lo! it floats as a banner
 Across the western world
# Caroling Dusk/Jean Toomer

JEAN TOOMER
Jean Toomer was born in Washington, D. C., in 1894. He has since lived there and in New York, receiving his education mainly in these cities. Having traveled over a good part of America, experiencing varied aspects of its life and studying the elements of contemporary problems, in 1918 in the midst of a general interest in art, he gradually centered on that of literature. There followed a four year period devoted entirely to writing, the results of which were first given printed form by The Double ​Dealer of New Orleans. And soon thereafter, sketches, poems, short stories, and critical reviews began appearing in Broom, The Crisis, The Dial, The Liberator, The Little Review, Opportunity, etc. These brought him in contact with a literary and artistic group in New York composed of such men as Waldo Frank, Alfred Steiglitz, Paul Rosenfeld, Gorham B. Munson, and others. With these he has been associated in the effort to articulate the diverse significances of America. In 1923 his first book, Cane, was published by Boni and Liveright, New York.
# Renascence and Other Poems

Ninth printing
RENASCENCE
AND
OTHER POEMS
BY
EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY
HARPER & BROTHERS PUBLISHERS
NEW YORK AND LONDON
RENASCENCE
COPYRIGHT, 1917, BY EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY
PRINTED IN THE U. S. A.
NINTH PRINTING
F-P
CONTENTS
| RENASCENCE | 1 |
| INTERIM | 15 |
| THE SUICIDE | 30 |
| GOD'S WORLD | 40 |
| AFTERNOON ON A HILL | 41 |
| SORROW | 43 |
| TAVERN | 44 |
| ASHES OF LIFE | 46 |
| THE LITTLE GHOST | 48 |
| KIN TO SORROW | 51 |
| THREE SONGS OF SHATTERING | 53 |
| THE SHROUD | 56 |
| THE DREAM | 58 |
| INDIFFERENCE | 60 |
| WITCH-WIFE | 61 |
| BLIGHT | 62. |
| WHEN THE YEAR GROWS OLD | 65 |
| UNNAMED SONNETS I—V | 68 |
| SONNET VI [BLUEBEARD] | 73 |
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# Renascence and Other Poems/God's World

GOD'S WORLD
O world, I cannot hold thee close enough! Thy winds, thy wide grey skies! Thy mists, that roll and rise! Thy woods, this autumn day, that ache and sag And all but cry with colour! That gaunt crag To crush! To lift the lean of that black bluff! World, World, I cannot get thee close enough!
Long have I known a glory in it all, But never knew I this Here such a passion is As stretcheth me apart,—Lord, I do fear Thou'st made the world too beautiful this year; My soul is all but out of me,—let fall No burning leaf; prithee, let no bird call
# Renascence and Other Poems/Afternoon on a Hill

AFTERNOON ON A HILL
I will be the gladdest thing Under the sun! I will touch a hundred flowers And not pick one
I will look at cliffs and clouds With quiet eyes, Watch the wind bow down the grass, And the grass rise. ​And when lights begin to show Up from the town, I will mark which must be mine, And then start down!
# Renascence and Other Poems/Sorrow

SORROW
Sorrow like a ceaseless rain
Beats upon my heart.. People twist and scream in pain,- Dawn will find them still again; This has neither wax nor wane, Neither stop nor start.
People dress and go to town; I sit in my chair. All my thoughts are slow and brown: Standing up or sitting down Little matters, or what gown Or what shoes I wear.
# Renascence and Other Poems/Tavern

TAVERN
I'll keep a little tavern Below the high hill's crest, Wherein all grey-eyed people May set them down and rest.
There shall be plates a-plenty, And mugs to melt the chill Of all the grey-eyed people Who happen up the hill.
There sound will sleep the traveller, And dream his journey's end,
But I will rouse at midnight
The falling fire to tend.
Aye, 'tis a curious fancy-
But all the good I know
Was taught me out of two grey eyes
A long time ago.
# Renascence and Other Poems/Ashes of Life

ASHES OF LIFE
Love has gone and left me and the days are all alike; Eat I must, and sleep I will,-and would that night were here! But ah!-to lie awake and hear the slow hours strike! Would that it were day again!-with twilight near!
Love has gone and left me and I don't know what to do; This or that or what you will is all the same to me; ​But all the things that I begin I leave before I'm through,— There's little use in anything as far as I can see.
Love has gone and left me,—and the neighbors knock and borrow, And life goes on forever like the gnawing of a mouse, And to-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow There's this little street and this little house.
# Renascence and Other Poems/The Little Ghost

THE LITTLE GHOST
I knew her for a little ghost That in my garden walked; The wall is high—higher than most And the green gate was locked.
And yet I did not think of that Till after she was gone— I knew her by the broad white hat, All ruffed, she had on.
By the dear ruffles round her feet, By her small hands that hung
In their lace mitts, austere and sweet,
Her gown's white folds among
I watched to see if she would stay, What she would do—and oh! She looked as if she liked the way I let my garden grow!
She bent above my favourite mint With conscious garden grace, She smiled and smiled—there was no hint Of sadness in her face.
She held her gown on either side To let her slippers show,
And up the walk she went with pride, The way great ladies go.
And where the wall is built in new And is of ivy bare She paused—then opened and passed through A gate that once was there.
# Renascence and Other Poems/Kin to Sorrow

KIN TO SORROW
Am I kin to Sorrow, That so oft Falls the knocker of my door— Neither loud nor soft, But as long accustomed, Under Sorrow's hand? Marigolds around the step And rosemary stand, And then comes Sorrow— And what does Sorrow care For the rosemary Or the marigolds there?
Am I kin to Sorrow?
Are we kin? That so oft upon my door— Oh, come in!
# Acts of Andrew and Matthias

The Acts of Andrew and Matthias, also known by its Latin title of Acta Andreae et Matthiae apud Anthropophagos (lit. "Acts of Andrew and Matthias Among the Man-eaters") is an early Christian story probably written in the 4th or 5th century, and probably later combined with the Acts of Andrew. It is a heroic romance, akin to a contemporary thriller novel, that aims more for entertainment than advocacy of a specific doctrine or theology. Various editions and premodern translations exist in a variety of languages, including Latin, Greek, Syriac, Old Church Slavonic, Coptic, Ethiopic, and Georgian.
English-language translations of Acts of Andrew and Matthias include:
* "The Acts of Andrew and Matthias", translated by M. R. James in The Apocryphal New Testament (1924).
* "Acts of Andrew and Matthias", in Ante-Nicene Fathers Volume VIII (1888).
# Renascence and Other Poems/Three Songs of Shattering

THREE SONGS OF SHATTERING
I
The first rose on my rose-tree
Budded, bloomed, and shattered, During sad days when to me Nothing mattered
Grief of grief has drained me clean; Still it seems a pity No one saw,—it must have been Very pretty.
II
Let the little birds sing; Let the little lambs play; Spring is here; and so 'tis spring;— But not in the old way!
I recall a place Where plum-tree grew; There you lifted up your face, And blossoms covered you.
If the little birds sing, And the little lambs play, Spring is here; and so 'tis spring— But not in the old way!
III
All the dog-wood blossoms are underneath the tree! Ere spring was going ah, spring is gone! And there comes no summer to the like of you and me,— Blossom time is early, but no fruit sets on
All the dog-wood blossoms are underneath the tree, Browned at the edges, turned in a day; And I would with all my heart they trimmed a mound for me, And weeds were tall on all the paths that led that way!
# Renascence and Other Poems/The Shroud

THE SHROUD
Death, I say, my heart is bowed Unto thine,—O mother! This red gown will make a shroud Good as any other!
(I, that would not wait to wear My own bridal things, In a dress dark as my hair Made my answerings.
I, to-night, that, till he came Could not, could not wait,
In a gown as bright as flame
Held for them the gate.)
Death, I say, my heart is bowed Unto thine,—O mother! This red gown will make a shroud Good as any other!
# Renascence and Other Poems/The Dream

THE DREAM
Love, if I weep it will not matter, And if you laugh I shall not care; Foolish am I to think about it, But it is good to feel you there.
Love, in my sleep I dreamed of waking,— White and awful the moonlight reached Over the floor, and somewhere, somewhere There was a shutter loose,—it screeched!
Swung in the wind,—and no wind blowing!— I was afraid, and turned to you,
Put out my hand to you for comfort,— And you were gonel Cold, cold as dew,
Under my hand the moonlight lay! Love, if you laugh I shall not care, But if I weep it will not matter,— Ah, it is good to feel you there!
# Renascence and Other Poems/Indifference

INDIFFERENCE
I said,—for Love was laggard, O, Love was slow to come,— "I'll hear his step and know his step when I am warm in bed; But I'll never leave my pillow, though there be some As would let him in—and take him in with tears!" I said. I lay,—for Love was laggard, O, he came not until dawn,— I lay and listened for his step and could not get to sleep; And he found me at my window with my big cloak on, All sorry with the tears some folks might weep!
# Renascence and Other Poems/Witch-Wife

WITCH-WIFE
She is neither pink nor pale, And she never will be all mine; She learned her hands in a fairy-tale, And her mouth on a valentine.
She has more hair than she needs; In the sun 'tis a woe to me! And her voice is a string of colored beads Or steps leading into the sea.
She loves me all that she can, And her ways to my ways resign; But she was not made for any man, And she never will be all mine.
# Renascence and Other Poems/Blight

BLIGHT
Hard seeds of hate I planted That should by now be grown, Rough stalks, and from thick stamens A poisonous pollen blown, And odors rank, unbreathable, From dark corollas thrown!
At dawn from my damp garden I shook the chilly dew; The thin boughs locked behind me That sprang to let me through;
The blossoms slept,—I sought a place Where nothing lovely grew.
And there, when day was breaking, I knelt and looked around: The light was near, the silence Was palpitant with sound; I drew my hate from out my breast And thrust it in the ground.
Oh, ye so fiercely tended, Ye little seeds of hate! I bent above your growing Early and noon and late, Yet are ye drooped and pitiful,— I cannot rear ye straight!
The sun seeks out my garden, No nook is left in shade, No mist nor mold nor mildew Endures on any blade, Sweet rain slants under every bough: Ye falter, and ye fade.