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# The Atlantic Monthly/Volume 1/Number 6/Telling the Bees

Featured in Vol 1., No. 6 of The Atlantic Monthly.
Here is the place; right over the hill Runs the path I took; You can see the gap in the old wall still, And the stepping-stones in the shallow brook.
There is the house, with the gate red-barred, And the poplars tall; And the barn's brown length, and the cattle-yard, And the white horns tossing above the wall.
There are the beehives ranged in the sun; And down by the brink Of the brook are her poor flowers, weed-o'errun, Pansy and daffodil, rose and pink.
A year has gone, as the tortoise goes, Heavy and slow; And the same rose blows, and the same sun glows, And the same brook sings of a year ago.
There 's the same sweet clover-smell in the breeze; And the June sun warm Tangles his wings of fire in the trees, Setting, as then, over Fernside farm.
I mind me how with a lover's care From my Sunday coat I brushed off the burrs, and smoothed my hair, And cooled at the brookside my brow and throat.
Since we parted, a month had passed,-- To love, a year; Down through the beeches I looked at last On the little red gate and the well-sweep near.
I can see it all now,--the slantwise rain Of light through the leaves, The sundown's blaze on her window-pane, The bloom of her roses under the eaves.
Just the same as a month before,-- The house and the trees, The barn's brown gable, the vine by the door,-- Nothing changed but the hives of bees.
Before them, under the garden wall, Forward and back, Went drearily singing the chore-girl small, Draping each hive with a shred of black.
Trembling, I listened: the summer sun Had the chill of snow; For I knew she was telling the bees of one Gone on the journey we all must go!
Then I said to myself, "My Mary weeps For the dead to-day: Haply her blind old grandsire sleeps The fret and the pain of his age away."
But her dog whined low; on the doorway sill, With his cane to his chin, The old man sat; and the chore-girl still Sung to the bees stealing out and in.
And the song she was singing ever since In my ear sounds on:-- "Stay at home, pretty bees, fly not hence! Mistress Mary is dead and gone!"
# The Atlantic Monthly/Volume 1/Number 6/Happiness

Featured in Vol 1., No. 6 of The Atlantic Monthly.
Happiness
Wing-Footed! thou abid'st with him  That asks it not: but he who hath  Watched o'er the waves thy fading path  Will never more on ocean's rim,  At morn or eve, behold returning  Thy high-heaped canvas shoreward yearning:  Thou only teachest us the core  And inmost meaning of No More,  Thou, who first showest us thy face  Turned o'er the shoulder's parting grace,  And whose sad footprints we can trace  Away from every mortal door!
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# Plotinus (MacKenna)/Volume 2

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THE LIBRARY OF PHILOSOPHICAL TRANSLATIONS. PLOTINUS: PSYCHIC & PHYSICAL TREATISES, VOLUME II.
Do ċum glóirе Dé & onóra na h-Éireann, i n’Doṁnaċ-Droc Ḋaile-Áṫa-Cliaṫ ḋom, Stíofán mac-Enna. Nodlaig 1916.
LOTINUS PSYCHIC AND PHYSICAL TREATISES; COMPRISING THE SECOND AND THIRD ENNEADS, TRANSLATED FROM THE GREEK BY STEPHEN MACKENNA
PHILIP LEE WARNER, PUBLISHER TO THE MEDICI SOCIETY, LIMITED 7 GRAFTON ST. LONDON, W. 1. 1921
Of this Edition 1000 copies have been printed on pure rag paper
Printed in Great Britain
CONTENTS
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# Plotinus (MacKenna)/Volume 2/Acknowledgements

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
The translator desires to acknowledge invaluable help derived from repeated study of "The Philosophy of Plotinus," by William Ralph Inge, C.V.O., D.D., etc., Dean of St. Paul's (Longmans, Green and Co., 1918)—a work fascinating in detail and henceforth the necessary foundation to English speakers of all serious study of Plotinus.
In several cases of perplexity, the translator consulted Mr. E. R. Dodds, of University College, Reading, and profited greatly by his advice: in at least two cases he has adopted readings from a revised text projected by Mr. Dodds.
Dr. Kenneth Sylvan Guthrie's translation, "Plotinus' Complete Works" (Comparative Literature Press: Alpine, N.Y., U.S.A., and George Bell, London), came to hand too late to serve in the preparation of this second volume: it will be carefully consulted in the revision of the three Enneads remaining to the completion of this work.
The translator finds that in his first volume he inadvertently made far too little of the kindly offices of Mr. Ernest R. Debenham, who most generously undertook the entire financial burden of the work: his deepest thanks are here offered for the service by which he is enabled to realise the dominant desire of his life.
Printed in Great Britain at The Mayflower Press, Plymouth. William Brendon & Son, Ltd.
# Plotinus (MacKenna)

Volume 1 (1917); Volume 2 (1921); Volume 3 (1924); Volume 4 (1926); Volume 5 (1930)
PLOTINUS
TRANSLATED BY
STEPHEN MACKENNA
Volumes
* Volume 1: The Ethical Treatises; Being the Treatises of the First Ennead
* Volume 2: Psychic and Physical Treatises; Comprising the Second and Third Enneads
* Volume 3: On the Nature of the Soul; Being the Fourth Ennead
* Volume 4: The Divine Mind; Being the Treatises of the Fifth Ennead
* Volume 5: On the One and Good; Being the Treatises of the Sixth Ennead
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# Plotinus (MacKenna)/Volume 3

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THE LIBRARY OF PHILOSOPHICAL TRANSLATIONS. PLOTINUS: ON THE NATURE OF THE SOUL, VOLUME III.
Do ċum glóirе Dé & onóra na h-Éireann Stíofán mac-Enna.
LOTINUS ON THE NATURE OF THE SOUL, BEING THE FOURTH ENNEAD, TRANSLATED FROM THE GREEK BY STEPHEN MACKENNA
THE MEDICI SOCIETY, LIMITED 7 GRAFTON ST. LONDON, W. 1 ALSO AT BOSTON, U.S.A. 1924
Of this Edition 1000 copies have been printed on pure rag paper
Printed in England
CONTENTS
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# Lucasta; The Poems of Richard Lovelace/A Paradox

A PARADOX.
* ↑ i. e. Lucasta.
* ↑ The East was celebrated by all our early poets as the land of spices and rich gums:— "For now the fragrant East,The spicery o' th' world,     Hath hurl’dA rosie tincture o’er the Phœnix neat.”Otia Sacra, by Mildmay, Earl of Westmorsland, 1648, p. 37.
# A Grammar and Vocabulary of the Language of New Zealand/Syllabarium

A Grammar and Vocabulary of the Language of New Zealand was published in 1820
TABLE OF SYLLABLES.
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| ngá nga | ngé nge | ngí ngi | ngó ngo | ngủ ngu |
TABLE OF SYLLABLES continued.
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# England, My England, and Other Stories

ENGLAND, MY ENGLAND
ENGLAND MY ENGLAND
AND OTHER STORIES
BY D. H. LAWRENCE
NEW YORK THOMAS SELTZER 1922
Copyright, 1922, by THOMAS SELTZER, Inc.
All Rights Reserved
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# Solace

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* "Solace", a section of the Qur'an
* "Solace", a poem by Clarissa Scott Delany
* "A Solace", a poem by Cynthia Taggart
# Caroling Dusk/Interim

INTERIM
# Interim

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* "Interim," in Encyclopædia Britannica (11th ed., 1911)
* “Interim,” a poem by Georgia Douglas Camp Johnson
* “Interim,” a poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay
* “Interim,” a poem by Clarissa Scott Delany
* “Interim,” a poem by Margaret Widdemer
# Caroling Dusk/The Mask

previously published in Palms, 1926
THE MASK
# The Mask

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## Fiction

* “The Mask”, a short story by Robert William Chambers
* “The Mask”, a short story by Margery Lawrence
* The Mask, a novella by William Le Queux

## Poems

* “The Mask”, a poem by Letitia Elizabeth Landon
* “The Mask”, a poem by John Cowper Powys
* “The Mask”, a poem by Clarissa Scott Delany
* “The Mask”, a poem by William Butler Yeats
# Caroling Dusk/Joy

previously published in Opportunity: A Journal of Negro Life, vol. 4, p. 321 (Oct 1926)
JOY
# Caroling Dusk/Solace

previously published in Opportunity: A Journal of Negro Life, vol. 3, p. 175 (June 1925)
SOLACE
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# Moral letters to Lucilius/Letter 60

LX. ON HARMFUL PRAYERS
$^{1.}$ I file a complaint, I enter a suit, I am angry. Do you still desire what your nurse, your guardian, or your mother, have prayed for in your behalf? Do you not yet understand what evil they prayed for? Alas, how hostile to us are the wishes of our own folk! And they are all the more hostile in proportion as they are more completely fulfilled. It is no surprise to me, at my age, that nothing but evil attends us from our early youth; for we have grown up amid the curses invoked by our parents. And may the gods give ear to our cry also, uttered in our own behalf,—one which asks no favours!
$^{2.}$ How long shall we go on making demands upon the gods, as if we were still unable to support ourselves? How long shall we continue to fill with grain the market-places of our great cities? How long must the people gather it in for us? How long shall many ships convey the requisites for a single meal, bringing them from no single sea? The bull is filled when he feeds over a few acres; and one forest is large enough for a herd of elephants. Man, however, draws sustenance both from the earth and from the sea. $^{3.}$ What, then? Did nature give us bellies so insatiable, when she gave us these puny bodies, that we should outdo the hugest and most voracious animals in greed? Not at all. How small is the amount which will satisfy nature? A very ​little will send her away contented. It is not the natural hunger of our bellies that costs us dear, but our solicitous cravings. $^{4.}$ Therefore those who, as Sallust puts it, “hearken to their bellies,” should be numbered among the animals, and not among men; and certain men, indeed, should be numbered, not even among the animals, but among the dead. He really lives who is made use of by many; he really lives who makes use of himself. Those men, however, who creep into a hole and grow torpid are no better off in their homes than if they were in their tombs. Right there on the marble lintel of the house of such a man you may inscribe his name, for he has died before he is dead. Farewell.
* ↑ Catiline, i. 1.
* ↑ i.e., like animals.
* ↑ i.e., you may put an epitaph upon his dwelling as if it were a tomb.
# Moral letters to Lucilius/Letter 61

LXI. ON MEETING DEATH CHEERFULLY
$^{1.}$ Let us cease to desire that which we have been desiring. I, at least, am doing this: in my old age I have ceased to desire what I desired when a boy. To this single end my days and my nights are passed; this is my task, this the object of my thoughts,—to put an end to my chronic ills. I am endeavouring to live every day as if it were a complete life. I do not indeed snatch it up as if it were my last; I do regard it, however, as if it might even be my last. $^{2.}$ The present letter is written to you with this in mind,—as if death were about to call me away in the very act of writing. I am ready to depart, and I shall enjoy life just because I am not over-anxious as to the future date of my departure.
Before I became old I tried to live well; now that I am old, I shall try to die well; but dying ​well means dying gladly. See to it that you never do anything unwillingly. $^{3.}$ That which is bound to be a necessity if you rebel, is not a necessity if you desire it. This is what I mean: he who takes his orders gladly, escapes the bitterest part of slavery,—doing what one does not want to do. The man who does something under orders is not unhappy; he is unhappy who does something against his will. Let us therefore so set our minds in order that we may desire whatever is demanded of us by circumstances, and above all that we may reflect upon our end without sadness. $^{4.}$ We must make ready for death before we make ready for life. Life is well enough furnished, but we are too greedy with regard to its furnishings; something always seems to us lacking, and will always seem lacking. To have lived long enough depends neither upon our years nor upon our days, but upon our minds. I have lived, my dear friend Lucilius, long enough. I have had my fill; I await death. Farewell.
# Moral letters to Lucilius/Letter 62

LXII. ON GOOD COMPANY
$^{1.}$ We are deceived by those who would have us believe that a multitude of affairs blocks their pursuit of liberal studies; they make a pretence of their engagements, and multiply them, when their engagements are merely with themselves. As for me, Lucilius, my time is free; it is indeed free, and wherever I am, I am master of myself. For I do not surrender myself to my affairs, but loan myself to them, and I do not hunt out excuses for wasting my time. And wherever I am situated, I carry on my own meditations and ponder in my mind some ​wholesome thought. $^{2.}$ When I give myself to my friends, I do not withdraw from my own company, nor do I linger with those who are associated with me through some special occasion or some case which arises from my official position. But I spend my time in the company of all the best; no matter in what lands they may have lived, or in what age, I let my thoughts fly to them. $^{3.}$ Demetrius, for instance, the best of men, I take about with me, and, leaving the wearers of purple and fine linen, I talk with him, half-naked as he is, and hold him in high esteem. Why should I not hold him in high esteem? I have found that he lacks nothing. It is in the power of any man to despise all things, but of no man to possess all things. The shortest cut to riches is to despise riches. Our friend Demetrius, however, lives not merely as if he has learned to despise all things, but as if he has handed them over for others to possess. Farewell.
* ↑ Demetrius of Sunium, the Cynic philosopher, who taught in Rome in the reign of Caligula and was banished by Nero.
* ↑ i.e., he has achieved the Stoic ideal of independence of all external control; he is a king and has all things to bestow upon others, but needs nothing for himself.
# Moral letters to Lucilius/Letter 69

LXIX. ON REST AND RESTLESSNESS
$^{1.}$ I do not like you to change your headquarters and scurry about from one place to another. My reasons are,—first, that such frequent flitting means an unsteady spirit. And the spirit cannot through retirement grow into unity unless it has ceased from its inquisitiveness and its wanderings. To be able to hold your spirit in check, you must first stop the runaway flight of the body. $^{2.}$ My second reason is, that the remedies which are most helpful are those which are not interrupted. You should not allow your quiet, or the oblivion to which you have consigned your former life, to be broken into. Give your eyes time to unlearn what they have seen, and your ears to grow accustomed to more wholesome words. Whenever you stir abroad you will meet, even as you pass from one place to another, things that will bring back your old cravings. $^{3.}$ Just as he who tries to be rid of an old love must avoid every reminder of the person once held dear (for nothing grows again so easily as love), similarly, he who would lay aside his desire for all the things which he ​used to crave so passionately, must turn away both eyes and ears from the objects which he has abandoned. The emotions soon return to the attack; $^{4.}$ at every turn they will notice before their eyes an object worth their attention. There is no evil that does not offer inducements. Avarice promises money; luxury, a varied assortment of pleasures; ambition, a purple robe and applause, and the influence which results from applause, and all that influence can do. $^{5.}$ Vices tempt you by the rewards which they offer; but in the life of which I speak, you must live without being paid. Scarcely will a whole life-time suffice to bring our vices into subjection and to make them accept the yoke, swollen as they are by long-continued indulgence; and still less, if we cut into our brief span by any interruptions. Even constant care and attention can scarcely bring any one undertaking to full completion. $^{6.}$ If you will give ear to my advice, ponder and practise this,—how to welcome death, or even, if circumstances commend that course, to invite it. There is no difference whether death comes to us, or whether we go to death. Make yourself believe that all ignorant men are wrong when they say: “It is a beautiful thing to die one’s own death.” But there is no man who does not die his own death. What is more, you may reflect on this thought: No one dies except on his own day. You are throwing away none of your own time; for what you leave behind does not belong to you. Farewell.
* ↑ Cf. Ep. ii. § 3 nil aeque sanitatem impedit quam remediorum crebra mutatio.
* ↑ Perhaps the converse idea of “living one’s own life.” It means “dying when the proper time comes,” and is the common man’s argument against suicide. The thought perhaps suggests the subject matter of the next letter.
# Caroling Dusk/Langston Hughes

LANGSTON HUGHES
Langston Hughes was born in Joplin, Missouri, on the first of February, 1902. His mother was a school teacher, his father a lawyer. During most of his childhood he lived with his grandmother in Lawrence, Kansas, where he went to school. This old lady, Mary Sampson Patterson Leary Langston, was the last surviving widow of John Brown’s Raid, her first husband having been one of the five colored men to die so gloriously at Harper’s Ferry. She had then married Charles Langston, brother of the Negro senator, John M. Langston, and in the seventies they came to Kansas where the mother of the poet was born.
When Langston Hughes was thirteen this grandmother died and the boy went to live with his mother in Lincoln, Illinois. A year later they moved to Cleveland where he attended and was graduated from the Central High School. Then followed fifteen months in Mexico where his father had been located for some years. Here the young man learned Spanish, taught English, and attended bull-fights. Here, too, he wrote “The Negro Speaks of Rivers,” his first poem to be published in the magazines.
In 1921 he went to New York for a year at Columbia University. A break with his father followed and he secured work for the summer on a truck farm on Staten Island. Then for almost two years he travelled as a member of the crew of freight steamers voyaging to the West Coast of Africa and Northern Europe. In February, 1924, he went to Paris. When he arrived he had seven dollars in his pockets; so he soon found a job as doorman in a Montmartre cabaret. Later he became second cook and pan-cake maker at the Grand Duc, a Negro night club where Buddy Gilmore sometimes played and Florence sang. That summer he went to Italy, and September ​found him stranded in Genoa. He worked his way back to New York on a tramp steamer, painting and scrubbing decks.
A year in Washington followed where he worked in the office of the Association for the Study of Negro Life and History, and later as a bus boy at the Wardman Park Hotel. There Vachel Lindsay read some of his poems and he was discovered by the newspapers. Then his first book, The Weary Blues, appeared. He has now resumed his formal education at Lincoln University in Pennsylvania, which he says is a place of beauty and the ideal college for a poet. His second book of poems, Fine Clothes for the Jew, is a study in racial rhythms.
Lincoln University April 18, 1927
# The Weary Blues (collection)/Epilogue

EPILOGUE
I, too, sing America.
I am the darker brother.
They send me to eat in the kitchen
When company comes,
But I laugh,
And eat well,
And grow strong.
Tomorrow,
I'll sit at the table
When company comes.
Nobody'll dare
Say to me,
"Eat in the kitchen,"
Then.
Besides,
They'll see how beautiful I am
And be ashamed,—
I, too, am America.
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