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# Myths and Legends Beyond Our Borders/The Pool of Destruction

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THE POOL OF DESTRUCTION
SOMEWHERE off the coast, probably off Vancouver, was the Charekwin, a vast whirlpool where meeting ocean currents tossed and circled, and in the centre of the flood the waters were sucked down with hideous roaring and lamentation. Hardly less fearful were the cries of those who were committed to the deep, for the vortex was the mouth of hell, and those who had lived in evil met their end in water burial, so dreaded that the coast Indians would readily die any other death than that by drowning. On the coast of California lived the Hogates, long ago. There were only seven of them, and they dwelt in houses, like white men, for they were strange to the red people, who say that they came from another land in a boat. Large and strong were these immigrants, with fierce appetites, as the kjökken-mödding, or "kitchen-midden," attests, which they left on the ​height of Point St. George, near Crescent City. There are shells of mussels and bones of elk, seals, and sea-lions by the ton. In killing the ocean creatures they used a harpoon fastened to their boats by a long line, and once, having thrown this weapon into an unusually large sea-lion, the value of their prize decided them to take a risk rather than cut the raw-hide rope, when the monster set off with the speed of a tidal wave toward the northwest. But if they had thought to tire him they were mistaken. Hour after hour they rushed over the sea, beyond sight and comfort of the land, and soon the roaring of Charekwin sounded across the waves. Too terrified to attempt an escape, or knowing the hopelessness of such an attempt, the men awaited their end in silence. Now they could see spirits tossing on the wind that rages above the caldron. Their time on earth was limited to minutes. But the Father of Life had had little reason to reproach them, and he would not abandon them in this extremity. As they reached the in-fall of the waters the rope broke: the sea-lion was drawn under, struggling mightily, but the boat arose softly into the air, circling as it had circled about the mouth of hell, ever rising; and so the seven Hogates reached heaven and became the seven stars,—the Pleiades.
# Myths and Legends Beyond Our Borders/Canada

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Canada
Tales (not listed in original)
* Explorers and Aborigines
* Myths of Creation, Heaven, and Hell
* Glooskap at Menagwes
* The Dogs of Clote Scaurp
* The Missions
* A Few Monsters
* Some Names
* Troubles on the St. Lawrence
* American Elephants
* Hidden Gold
* How one Bear lost his Life
* The Isle of Demons
* The Figure in Smoky Hut
* The Shadow of Holland Cove
* The Friar of Campobello
* Two Melicite Victories
* The Flame Sloop of Caraquette
* The Acadians and Evangeline
* The Tolling off Gaspé
* The Ride to Death
* The General with an Ear
* The Defence of St. John
* Brother and Sister in Battle
* The Golden Dog
* The Grave in the Cellar
* The Mountain and the See
* The Sin of Father St. Bernard
* Larouche had his Wish
* The Heart of Frontenac
* The Devil Dance on Orleans
* The Defiance at Elora
* The Miracles of Sainte Anne
* Tadousac Bell at Midnight
* The Bell of Caughnawaga
* The Massacre at Bic
* The Doom of Mamelons
* The Revenge of Hudson
* Kenen's Sacrifice
* The Calling of Zoé de Mersac
* The Headless Deserters
* The Devil's Head
* Father Jacques's Vengeance
* The Bonnechère Affair
* He went back for his Gun
* Kwasind, the Strong
* The Curse of Success
* The Death of Wahwun
* The Devil's Half-Acre
* Medicine Hat
* Ghost Woman at the Blood Camp
* The Blackfoot Eden
* The Wicked Wife
* Fourth of July at Yale
* Death of the Great Beaver
* Why the Mountains were made
* The Place of Dead Men
* How the Indians became Red
* The Pool of Destruction
* Yehl, the Light-Maker
* The Shelter of Edgecumbe
* How Selfishness was punished
* The Ghost of Sitka Castle
* A Fatal Rivalry
* Bad Boys of Na-as River
* The Baffled Ice God
# Myths and Legends Beyond Our Borders/The Shelter of Edgecumbe

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THE SHELTER OF EDGECUMBE
AN Indian and his wife quarrelled, not unusually, and their fights ended in victory for the stronger, namely, the man. In fear of his blows, after one of these misunderstandings, the woman ran like a deer up Mount Edgecumbe, her husband just at her heels all the way to the top; but as they reached that point the spirit of the peak, Ahgishanakon, "the woman who supports the earth," opened the rock and took the woman to her protection. "Back!" she cried to the pursuer. "Back to the woods and howl your anger there! Back and prey on meaner creatures, that are less worthy of your bragging when you beat them. You have aimed blows at the one you were bound to shelter, the mother of your children. She shall be forever in my charge, while you shall slink and prowl about the earth for a few ​years longer in your real character. Wolf you are by nature. Now be wolf in fact." And the man felt himself shrinking and growing uncertain on his feet. He could no longer steady himself. He dropped forward on his hands. His fingers were growing long, his nails becoming claws, his flesh hidden by hair. He tried to cry his protest and astonishment, but only a long, hoarse bay came from his throat. He was indeed a wolf, Howling fiercely, he fled aways and still he haunts the wood; yet when he catches any animal he carries it to the mountain-top. The distant rumble of the storm is the woman's voice, talking with the manitou, and the thunder is the growling of the wolf as he gnaws the bones of his prey. The manitou of Edgecumbe, Ahgishanakon, saved herself from the universal deluge by catching at this peak, and standing on it held up and saved the world from drowning, too, while her brother, Chethl, struggled so hard to rise out of the water that wings appeared on his shoulders and he became the osprey.
# Myths and Legends Beyond Our Borders/The Ghost of Sitka Castle

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THE GHOST OF SITKA CASTLE
WHEN Alaska was a Russian province its little capital of Sitka had sometimes the aspect of a court. It was a scene of gayeties, war-ships anchored in its harbor, officers, soldiers, and sailors brightened its few streets and its gloomy Baranoff castle with arms and uniforms, and social life gained its final charm when the ladies of the governor's household received the visiting military and naval deputations. In those days Sitka was a miniature St. Petersburg in formalities and hospitalities. The great samovar, made in the brass-foundry of the town, was always bubbling in the ​castle drawing-room, and tea was served to every guest by a maid in the picturesque costume of the Ukraine. When Alaska passed into the possession of the United States the official mansion was gutted by relic-seeking vandals, who even pounded the hinges from its doors, and it might have been destroyed altogether had not an American signal-officer insisted on setting apart two rooms for his own use. He half regretted his choice of a residence when the time had come either to disprove or to verify certain rumors that had been repeated to him before he entered the place, for on that night he surely heard the rustle of a dress moving down a corridor, and caught the perfume of wild roses. All night long somebody—something—was walking in that corridor,—some one in distress; and, suddenly opening his door, he believed that he saw a woman's figure in a wedding-gown, with phosphorescent gems in her rings, slowly twisting her hands together. Just then the moon flashed from behind a cloud, and no such thing was there. It must have been an effect of shadow, he said to himself. At any time he was likely to hear a sound of sighing, or of something moving sadly, wearily, in the other rooms. Six months after the first visitation he heard again the stir of a dress, smelt the perfume of roses, saw a dim, faceless figure in the hall, and until dawn faint sounds moved through the castle. He gave up the attempt to account for these things. He had argued that ​the wind was blowing about the ruin, that it brought a scent of wild roses from the edge of the wood, that rats and mice were capering in the walls, that clouds, moonlight, starlight, and the aurora had woven fantastic pictures. He could deceive himself no longer. The place was haunted. Then he gave a more believing ear to the story that had been told of the castle,—how a niece of one of the stern old governors, having been given to a man of title, for whom she cared nothing, as if she were only merchandise, was found just after the wedding, in one of the rooms, dead, in her bridal robes and jewels, and wreathed in roses. Had she killed herself in despair? Had her husband killed her when he learned that she had a lover? Had her lover killed her when he found she was not to be his wife? Had he, as one rumor had it, slain her at the altar and drowned himself directly afterward? Her lover was a poor lieutenant, her husband a prince. No one living has solved the mystery.
# Personal and Political Ballads/Song of the Southern Women

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SONG OF THE SOUTHERN WOMEN.
Julia Mildred
# The Dying Patriot

* "The Dying Patriot" The collected poems of James Elroy Flecker
* "The Dying Patriot", The Year's at the Spring, 1920. Illustrated by Harry Clarke.
# The collected poems of James Elroy Flecker/The Dying Patriot

The Dying Patriot
Day breaks on England down the Kentish hills, Singing in the silence of the meadow—footing rills, Day of my dreams, O day!  I saw them march from Dover, long ago,  With a silver cross before them, singing low, Monks of Rome from their home where the blue seas break in foam,  Augustine with his feet of snow.
Noon strikes on England, noon on Oxford town, –Beauty she was statue cold–there’s blood upon her gown: Noon of my dreams, O noon!  Proud and godly kings had built her, long ago,  With her towers and tombs and statues all arow, With her fair and floral air and the love that lingers there,  And the streets where the great men go.
Evening on the olden, the golden sea of Wales, When the first star shivers and the last wave pales: O evening dreams!
There’s a house that Britons walked in, long ago,  Where now the springs of ocean fall and flow, And the dead robed in red and sea-lilies overhead
 Sway when the long winds blow.
Sleep not, my country: though night is here, afar Your children of the morning are clamorous for war: Fire in the night, O dreams!  Though she send you as she sent you, long ago,  South to desert, east to ocean, west to snow, West of these out to seas colder than the Hebrides I must go  Where the fleet of stars is anchored and the young Star-captains glow.
# The Alchemist (Jonson)

a comedy first performed in 1610 by the King's Men, it is generally considered Jonson's best and most characteristic comedy; Samuel Taylor Coleridge claimed that it had one of the three most perfect plots in literature. The play's clever fulfillment of the classical unities and vivid depiction of human folly have made it one of the few Renaissance plays with a continual life on stage.
Chapters (not listed in original)
* Introduction
* Letters
* Dramatis Personae
* Argument
* Prologue
* Act 1
* Act 2
* Act 3
* Act 4
* Act 5
* Glossary
This work was published before January 1, 1930, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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# The Faerie Queene (1590/1596)/Books 1 to 3 (1590)/Book II/Introduction

I
Right well I wote most mighty Soueraine,  That all this famous antique history,  Of some th'aboundance of an idle braine  Will iudged be, and painted forgery,  Rather then matter of iust memory,  Sith none, that breatheth liuing aire, does know,  Where is that happy land of Faery,  Which I so much do vaunt, yet no where show, But vouch antiquities, which no body can know.
II
But let that man with better sence aduize,  That of the world least part to vs is red:  And dayly how through hardy enterprize,  Many great Regions are discouered,  Which to late age were neuer mentioned.  Who euer heard of th'Indian Peru?  Or who in venturous vessell measured  The Amazon huge riuer now found trew? Or fruitfullest Virginia who did euer vew?
III
Yet all these were, when no man did them know;  Yet haue from wisest ages hidden beene:  And later times things more vnknowne shall show.  Why then should witlesse man so much misweene  That nothing is, but that which he hath seene?  What if within the Moones faire shining spheare?  What if in euery other starre vnseene  Of other worldes he happily should heare? He wo[n]der would much more: yet such to some appeare.
IV
Of Faerie lond yet if he more inquire,  By certaine signes here set in sundry place  He may it find; ne let him then admire,  But yield his sence to be too blunt and bace,  That no'te without an hound fine footing trace.  And thou, O fairest Princesse vnder sky,  In this faire mirrhour maist behold thy face,  And thine owne realmes in lond of Faery,  And in this antique Image thy great auncestry.
V
The which O pardon me thus to enfold  In couert vele, and wrap in shadowes light,  That feeble eyes your glory may behold,  Which else could not endure those beames bright,  But would be dazled with exceeding light.  O pardon, and vouchsafe with patient eare  The braue aduentures of this Faery knight  The good Sir Guyon gratiously to heare, In whom great rule of Temp'raunce goodly doth appeare.
# The Sinner's Guide/Brief of Our Holy Father Gregory XIII

​BRIEF OF OUR HOLY FATHER GREGORY XIII
To our well beloved Son, Louis of Granada, of the Order of Friars Preachers.
GREGORY PP. XIII.
Dearly Beloved Son, Health and Apostolic Benediction:
Your arduous and incessant labors, both for the conversion of sinners and for the guidance of souls to perfection, together with the valuable assistance you render those who are earnestly engaged in the work of the ministry, have always afforded us great consolation.
Your sermons and writings, filled with sublime doctrine and practical piety, are unceasingly drawing souls to God. This is particularly gratifying to us, for all who have profited by your teaching (and their number is very great) may be considered as so many souls gained to Christ. You have thus benefited your fellow-creatures more than if you had given sight to the blind and raised the dead to life. For the knowledge of the Eternal Light and the enjoyment of the heavenly life, according as they are given to man on earth to know and enjoy them, are far above the knowledge and enjoyment of the transitory goods of this world.
The charity with which you have devoted yourself to your great and important labor has gained for you many crowns.
​Continue, then, to devote all your energies to the prosecution of your undertakings. Finish what you have begun, for we understand that you have some works yet incomplete. Give them to the world for the health of the sick, for the strength of the weak, for the delight of God's servants, and for the glory of the Church both militant and triumphant.
Given at Rome the 21st of July, 1582, in the eleventh year of our pontificate.
ANT. BUCCIPALULE.
# The Sinner's Guide/Introduction

INTRODUCTION.
The author of following work holds a high place among the spiritual writers of the Church. Living in an age of saints and doctors, Ven. Louis of Granada occupies a remarkable position among those who, during the sixteenth century, illumined the Church, particularly in Spain, by their sanctity and learning.
Though he has not been canonized, his memory is in benediction, for he died with a reputation for undoubted holiness, and time has confirmed the judgement of his contemporaries.
The esteem in which he was held by Pope Gregory XIII. and St. Charles Borromeo is well known to readers of their lives. The letter addressed to him by this Pontiff, which is published with this edition, shows how Gregory appreciated his genius and piety, and what a value he placed on his services to the Church. St. Charles used his works almost exclusively for preaching. Pope Sixtus V. offered him a ​cardinal's hat, but he refused it, as well as the archbishopric of Braga, the primatial see of Portugal. St Francis de Sales was also a devoted student of his works, and highly recommended them to others.
Among his numerous writings the "Sinner's Guide" is one of the most practical. For more than three hundred years it has been the means of enlightening many souls and leading them in the path of true justice. It has been translated into almost every European language, besides the Chinese and Persian. When naming the work the author doubtless bore in mind the declaration of St. John, that we have all sinned; for the book is suitable for all, whether sinners or just. The method he follows is comprehensive, embracing the entire scope of the spiritual life, at least as far as it is attained by ordinary Chrstians. A special merit of the "Sinner's Guide" is the copious use the author makes of Sacred Scripture and the Fathers. He constantly supports his teaching by these invincible authorities.
For publishing a work of this kind no apology is made. The need of good books was never greater than at present. Not only youth, but old age untaught by experience, rush madly into the excesses of sensational or infidel reading ​and vile story-papers, which deprive them of all relish for pious or solid reading, and finally undermine the very foundations of their virtue and faith. As an aid in remedying so great an evil we publish the "Sinner's Guide," confident that of its kind nothing superior to it has been written since its author first gave it to the world. It is true that for many years it has been before the English public. But the translation was by no means satisfactory. The present edition is a new translation, carefully revised, rearranged, and where it seemed opportune, also abridged. No essential changes, however, have been made, for it has been our desire to give the venerable author's meaning in its substantial fulness. We trust, then, that the work will be widely circulated solely for its intrinsic merits and for the good it will accomplish.
Convent of St. Vincent Ferrer, New York, Nov. 9, 1883. Feast of All Saints of the Dominican Order.
# Paradox

This is a disambiguation page. It lists works that share the same title. If an article link referred you here, please consider editing it to point directly to the intended page.
* “The Paradox,” an anonymous poem (We bipeds made up of frail clay)
* “The Paradox,” a poem by John Donne
* “The Paradox,” a poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
* "Paradox," in Encyclopædia Britannica (11th ed., 1911)
* “Paradox,” a poem by Angelina Weld Grimké
* “A Paradox,” a poem by Georgia Douglas Camp Johnson
* “A Paradox,” a poem by Richard Lovelace
# The Recruiting Officer, or, Over the Hills & Far Away/The Paradox

THE PARADOX
WE bipeds made up of frail clay, Alas! we're the children of ſorrow, And though briſk and merry to-day, We all may be wretched to morrow.
For ſunſhine's ſucceeded by ſorrow, Then fearful of life's ſtormy weather, Leſt pleaſure ſhould only bring pain, Let us all be unhappy together.
I grant, the beſt bleſſings we know, Is a friend, for true friendſhip's a treaſure, ​And leſt that your friend prove a foe, O taſte not the dangerous pleaſure.
Thus friendſip's a flimſy affair, And riches and health are a bubble, There's nothing delightful but care, Nor any thing charming but trouble
If a man he would point out that life, Which appears to him neareſt to heaven, Let him thank his ſtars, chuſe him a wife, To whom truth and honour is given.
But honour and truth are ſo rare, And horns when they're cutting ſo tingle, With all due reſpect to the fair, I adviſe them to ſigh and live ſingle.
It appears from theſe premiſes plain, That wiſdon is nothing but folly; That pleaſure's a term that means pain, And joy is your true melancholy.
Then thoſe who do laugh, ought to cry, 'Tis fine friſk and fun to be grieving, And ſince we must all of us die, We'll taſte no enjoyment while living.
# The Paradox (Donne)

No lover saith, I love, nor any other Can judge a perfect lover; He thinks that else none can or will agree, That any loves but he; I cannot say I loved, for who can say He was kill'd yesterday. Love with excess of heat, more young than old, Death kills with too much cold; We die but once, and who loved last did die, He that saith, twice, doth lie; For though he seem to move, and stir a while, It doth the sense beguile. Such life is like the light which bideth yet When the life's light is set, Or like the heat which fire in solid matter Leaves behind, two hours after. Once I loved and died; and am now become Mine epitaph and tomb; Here dead men speak their last, and so do I; Love-slain, lo! here I die.
This work was published before January 1, 1930, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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# The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar/The Paradox

I AM the mother of sorrows,  I am the ender of grief; I am the bud and the blossom,  I am the late-falling leaf.
I am thy priest and thy poet,  I am thy serf and thy king; I cure the tears of the heartsick,  When I come near they shall sing.
White are my hands as the snowdrop;  Swart are my fingers as clay; Dark is my frown as the midnight,  Fair is my brow as the day.
Battle and war are my minions,  Doing my will as divine; I am the calmer of passions,  Peace is a nursling of mine.
Speak to me gently or curse me,  Seek me or fly from my sight; I am thy fool in the morning,  Thou art my slave in the night.
Down to the grave will I take thee,  Out from the noise of the strife; Then shalt thou see me and know me--  Death, then, no longer, but life.
Then shalt thou sing at my coming,  Kiss me with passionate breath, Clasp me and smile to have thought me  Aught save the foeman of Death.
Come to me, brother, when weary,  Come when thy lonely heart swells; I'll guide thy footsteps and lead thee  Down where the Dream Woman dwells.
This work was published before January 1, 1930, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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# 1911 Encyclopædia Britannica/Paradox

See also Paradox on Wikipedia; and our 1911 Encyclopædia Britannica disclaimer.
​PARADOX (Gr. παρά, beyond, contrary to, δóξα, opinion), a proposition or statement which appears to be at variance with generally-received opinion, or which apparently is self-contradictory, absurd or untrue, but either contains a concealed truth or may on examination be proved to be true. A “paradox” has been compared with a “paralogism” (παρά, λογός, reason), as that which is contrary to opinion only and not contrary to reason, but it is frequently used in the sense of that which is really absurd or untrue.
# Caroling Dusk/Paradox

PARADOX
# To Time

This is a disambiguation page. It lists works that share the same title. If an article link referred you here, please consider editing it to point directly to the intended page.
* “To Time,” a poem by Lord Byron
* “To Time,” a poem by Georgia Douglas Camp Johnson
* “To Time,” a poem by Lilla Cabot Perry
* “To Time,” a poem by Frances M. Sharpless
* “To Time … 1858,” a poem by Frances M. Sharpless
# The Works of Lord Byron (ed. Coleridge, Prothero)/Poetry/Volume 3/To Time

TO TIME.
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# Four Funny Tales (1802, Ayr)/Tam o' Shanter

TAM O' SHANTER.
A TALE.
# Tam o' Shanter

* "Tam o' Shanter", in Four Funny Tales (1802), a chapbook printed in Ayr
* "Aloway Kirk, or, Tam o' Shanter" in Alloway Kirk, or, Tam o' Shanter. A tale and man was made to mourn a poem with a sketch of Burn's' life (1817), a chapbook printed in Ayr
* "Tam o' Shanter", in The Beauties of Burn's Poems (1819), a chapbook printed in Falkirk
* "Aloway Kirk, or, Tam o' Shanter" (1822), a chapbook printed in Paisley
* Tam o' Shanter (1825), a chapbook printed in Paisley
* "Tam O'Shanter", in The Poetical Works of Robert Burns (1887), edited by Alexander Smith