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# The Poetical Works of William Motherwell/Dream of Life's Early Day, Farewell for Ever

Dream of Life's Early Day, Farewell for Ever.
"Others of the 'Broken-hearted and Hope-bereaved men,' as they went on their way, poured forth these melancholy measures."—Motherwell.
Bright mornings! of beauty and bloom, that, in boyhood, Gleamed gay with the visionings glorious of glad hope; Dear days! that discoursed of delights never-dying,
And painted each pastime with tints of pure pleasure; Bright days, when the heart leapt like kid o'er the mountain, And gazed on the fair fields—one full fount of feeling— When wood and when water, flower, blossom, and small leaf, Were robed in a sunshine that seemed everlasting; Ye were but a dream, and like dream have departed! O! Dream of Life's early day, farewell for ever.
As the pale cloud that circled in morning the hill top, Flitteth, in fleecy wreathes, fast in the sun-blaze; Or, as the slim shadows steal silently over The gray walls at noon-tide, so ghost-like on-gliding, And leave not a line for remembrance to linger on; So soon and so sadly have terribly perished The joys we did muse of in youth's mildest morn; Time spreads o'er the brow soon his pale sheaf of sorrow, And freezes each heart-fount that whilome gushed freely; Oh! Dream of Life's early day, farewell for ever.
The woods and the waters, the great winds of heaven, Sound on and for ever their grand solemn symphonies; The moon gleams with gladness,—the wakeful stars wander, With bright eyes of beauty, that ever beam pleasure; The sun scatters golden fire—bright rays of glory— Till proud glows the earth, graithed in harness from heaven; The fields flourish fragrant with summer flower blossoms; Time robs not the earth of its brightness and braveries, But he strips the lorn heart of the loves that it lived by. Oh! Dream of Life's early day, farewell for ever.
We have sought for the smiles that shed sunshine around us, For the voices that mingled mind-music with ours; For hearts whose roots grew where the roots of our own grew, While pulse sang to pulse the same lay of love-longing. In the fair forest firth, on the wide waste of waters, By brooks that gleam brightest, and banks that blush bravest,
On hill and in hollow, green holm, and broad meadow, We have sought for these loved things, but never could find them, We have shouted their names, and sad echoes made answer. Oh! Dream of Life's early day, farewell for ever.
# The Poetical Works of William Motherwell/Envie

Envie.
Ane plante there is of the deidliest pouir Quhilk flourischis deeply in the hert; Its lang rutis creip and fald outoure Ilka vive and breathen part: Lustilie bourgenis the weid anon Till hert hath rottit and lyf hath flown.
Blak is the sap of its baleful stem, Lyk funeral blicht its leavis do fal; In its moistoure is quenchit luve's pure flame, It drappis rust on inmost saul: Lustilie bourgenis the weid anon, Till hert hath rottit and lyf hath flown.
Evir it flourischis meikel and hie, Nae stay, nae hindraunce will it bruik; In ae nicht sprynging up, a burdlie tree, Schedding its bale at ae single luik: Lustilie bourgenis the weid anon, Till hert hath rottit and lyf hath flown.
It canna be kythit to the gudely sun, It pynyth sae at his nobil sicht; It shrinkyth quyte like a thing undone Quhan luikit on by the blessit licht: In hert whence heevinlie luvc hath gone Thilke evil weid aye bourgenis on.
Fell En vies th' plant of mortal pouir Quhilk flourischis grenelye in the hert— Raining the slawe and poisonous shouir Quhilk c ankere th the vertuous part: Black Envie wherever its seed is sawin, Fashion is a hert like the foul Fiend's awin!
# The Poetical Works of William Motherwell/Come Down, Ye Spirits!

Come Down, Ye Spirits.
Come down, ye Spirits! in your might, come down! Come down, ye Spirits of this midnight hour; Come down in all your dim sublimity And majesty of terror! How I joy To meet you in your own dark territories, And hold mysterious converse in a tongue That hath quite perished among the sons Of fallen man! Ye Spirits that do roam With unconfined footsteps o'er the paths Of measureless eternity;—ye who skim The bosomed cloud, or pace with hasty step The earth's green surface, and its every spot, Though ne'er so lone, deserted, and profound; Repeople with strange sounds and voices sweet, Which circle round, even when all else is still, And breed in vulgar breasts a nameless dread And awe inexplicable; which bids the flesh To creep, as if its every fibre were A many-footed and a living thing, Com edown! come down!
I hear ye come! I hear your sounding wings Beat the impassive air with mighty strokes, And in the flickering moonshine I can see Your shadowy limbs, descending like a mist Of fleecy whiteness, on the slumbering earth. And now I hear the mingled harmonies Of all your voices, fill the vaulted sky. Ye call upon me—and my soul is glad To meet you on your pilgrimage, and join Its feeble echoes to your mighty song.
# The Poetical Works of William Motherwell/Facts from Fairyland

Facts from Fairyland.
"Oh then, I see, Queen Mab hath been with you!"
Wouldst thou know of me Where our dwellings be? 'Tis under this hill, Where the moonbeam chill Silvers the leaf and brightens the blade,— 'Tis under this mound Of greenest ground, That our crystal palaces are made.
Wouldst thou know of me What our food may be? 'Tis the sweetest breath Which the bright flower hath That blossoms in wilderness afar,— And we sip it up, In a harebell cup, By the winking light of the tweering star.
Wouldst thou know of me What our drink may be?
'Tis the freshest dew, And the clearest, too, That ever hung on leaf or flower; And merry we skink That wholesome drink, Thorough the quiet of the midnight hour.
Wouldst thou know of me, What our pastimes be? 'Tis the hunt and halloo, The dim greenwood through; O, bravely we prance it with hound and horn, O'er moor and fell, And hollow dell, Till the notes of our Woodcraft wake the morn.
Wouldst thou know of me What our garments be? 'Tis the viewless thread, Which the gossamers spread As they float in the cool of a summer eve bright, And the down of the rose, Form doublet and hose For our Squires of Dames on each festal night.
Wouldst thou know of me When our revelries be? 'Tis in the still night, When the moonshine white Glitters in glory o'er land and sea, That, with nimble foot, To tabor and flute, We whirl with our loves round yon glad old tree.
# The Poetical Works of William Motherwell/For Blyther Fields and Braver Bowers

For Blither Fields and Braver Bowers.
For blither fields and braver bowers The little bird, in Spring, Quits its old tree and wintry hold, With wanton mates to sing; And yet a while that wintry home To branch and twig may cling; But wayward blast, or truant boy, May rend it soon away, And scatter to the heedless winds The toil of many a day— And where, when Winter comes, shall then The bird its poor head lay?
The moss, the down, the twisted grass, The slender wands that bound The dear warm nest, are parted now, Or scattered far around— Belike the woodman's axe hath felled The old tree to the ground! And now keen Winter's wreathing snows O'er frozen Nature lie—
The sun forgets to warm the earth. Forgets to light the sky; I fear me lest the wandering bird May, houseless, shivering, die!
Forgive me, Helen—thou art free To keep, or quit, the nest I built for thee, and sheltered in The foliage of my breast, And fenced so well none other might Be harbour'd there as guest. Flee if thou wilt—if other love Thy fickle heart enfold, Thou'rt free to rove where fancy waves Her wand of fairy gold— But Helen, ere thou canst return, This bosom will be cold!
# The Poetical Works of William Motherwell/Cupid's Banishment

Cupid's Banishmente.
What recke I now of comely dame? What care I now for fair pucelle? Unscorchde I meet their glance of flame, Unmovede I mark their bosoms swel, For Love and I have sayde farewel!
Go, prattlynge fool!—go, wanton wilde! Seke thy fond mother this to tel— That loveliest maydes on me have smyled, And that I stoutly did rebel, And bade thee and thy arts farewel!
With me thy tyrant reigne is o'er, Thou hear'st thy latest warninge knel; Speed, waywarde urchin, from my doore,— My hert to thee gives no handsel, For thou and I have sworne farewel!
So trimme thy bow, and fleche thy shafte, And peer where sillie gallants dwel, On them essaye thy archer crafte, No more on me thy boite schal tel— False Love and I have sunge farewel!
# The Royal Navy, a History from the Earliest Times to the Present

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Seven volumes
* Volume 1 : to 1603, (1897) (transcription project)
* Volume 2 : 1603–1714, (1898) IA
* Volume 3 : 1714–1792, (1898) IA
* Volume 4 : 1763–1802, (1899) IA
* Volume 5 : 1803–1815, (1900) IA
* Volume 6 : 1812–1856, (1901) IA
* Volume 7 : 1857–1900, (1903) IA
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# The Ruler of the Ocean of the Air

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## Contents

* Chapter I: A Mysterious Craft
* Chapter II: The Ruler of the Air
* Chapter III: At the Site of Former Bliss
* Chapter IV: The Conspirators
* Chapter V: Odessa's Day of Horror
* Chapter VI: Settling the Score
# The Ruins of Rome

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* The Ruins of Rome, a poem by John Dyer
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# The Ruined House

* The Ruined House, in The New Monthly Magazine Volume 25, 1829.
* The Ruin, in Songs of the Affections, with Other Poems (Miscellaneous Poems), 1830.
# The Prioress' Prologue and Tale (Chaucer)

part of The Canterbury Tales
* The Prioresses Tale (1900) from The Complete Works of Geoffrey Chaucer
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# The Prisoner (Shorter)

“All day I lie beneath the great pine tree”
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# The Prisoner

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# The Prisoner for Debt

Look on him! through his dungeon grate, Feebly and cold, the morning light Comes stealing round him, dim and late, As if it loathed the sight. Reclining on his strawy bed, His hand upholds his drooping head; His bloodless cheek is seamed and hard, Unshorn his gray, neglected beard; And o'er his bony fingers flow His long, dishevelled locks of snow. No grateful fire before him glows, And yet the winter's breath is chill; And o'er his half-clad person goes The frequent ague thrill! Silent, save ever and anon, A sound, half murmur and half groan, Forces apart the painful grip Of the old sufferer's bearded lip; Oh, sad and crushing is the fate Of old age chained and desolate!
Just God! why lies that old man there? A murderer shares his prison bed, Whose eyeballs, through his horrid hair, Gleam on him, fierce and red; And the rude oath and heartless jeer Fall ever on his loathing ear, And, or in wakefulness or sleep, Nerve, flesh, and pulses thrill and creep Whene'er that ruffian's tossing limb, Crimson with murder, touches him!
What has the gray-haired prisoner done? Has murder stained his hands with gore? Not so; his crime's a fouler one; God made the old man poor! For this he shares a felon's cell, The fittest earthly type of hell For this, the boon for which he poured His young blood on the invader's sword, And counted light the fearful cost; His blood-gained liberty is lost!
And so, for such a place of rest, Old prisoner, dropped thy blood as rain On Concord's field, and Bunker's crest, And Saratoga's plain? Look forth, thou man of many scars, Through thy dim dungeon's iron bars; It must be joy, in sooth, to see Yon monument upreared to thee; Piled granite and a prison cell, The land repays thy service well!
Go, ring the bells and fire the guns, And fling the starry banner out; Shout "Freedom!" till your lisping ones Give back their cradle-shout; Let boastful eloquence declaim Of honor, liberty, and fame; Still let the poet's strain be heard, With glory for each second word, And everything with breath agree To praise "our glorious liberty!"
But when the patron cannon jars That prison's cold and gloomy wall, And through its grates the stripes and stars Rise on the wind, and fall, Think ye that prisoner's aged ear Rejoices in the general cheer? Think ye his dim and failing eye Is kindled at your pageantry? Sorrowing of soul, and chained of limb, What is your carnival to him?
Down with the law that binds him thus! Unworthy freemen, let it find No refuge from the withering curse Of God and human-kind Open the prison's living tomb, And usher from its brooding gloom The victims of your savage code To the free sun and air of God; No longer dare as crime to brand The chastening of the Almighty's hand.
# The Prisoner (Brontë)

"In the dungeon-crypts idly did I stray"
* "The Prisoner" in Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell (1846)
* "The Prisoner" in The Complete Poems of Emily Brontë (1908)
# The Red Flag

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First version written in December 1889
* "The Red Flag" in Songs of the Workers, 15th edition, 1919
* "The Red Flag" in Songs of the Industrial Workers of the World, 4th Australian edition, c. 1920
# The Red Hand of Ulster

THE RED HAND OF ULSTER
BY G. A. BIRMINGHAM
AUTHOR OF "SPANISH GOLD," "THE MAJOR'S NIECE,"
"PRISCILLA'S SPIES," ETC
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CONTENTS
Introductory note

### PREFATORY NOTE

In a book of this kind some of the characters are necessarily placed in the positions occupied by living men; but no character is in any way copied from life, and no character must be taken as representing any real person. Nor must the opinions of Lord Kilmore of Errigal, the imaginary narrator of the tale, be regarded as those of the Author.
G. A. B.
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# The Sea

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# The Sea-Bird Wandering Inland

* The Sea-Bird Wandering Inland, in The Edinburgh Literary Journal, 1829.
* The Sea-Bird Flying Inland, in Songs of the Affections, with Other Poems (Miscellaneous Poems), 1830.
# The Sculptured Children

* The Sculptured Children, in The Forget Me Not, 1829.
* The Sculptured Children, in Poetical Remains of the Late Mrs Hemans, 1836.
# The Sculptures and Inscription of Darius the Great on the Rock of Behistûn in Persia/List of Illustrations

LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS.
# The Sculptures and Inscription of Darius the Great on the Rock of Behistûn in Persia/Preface

​The following pages contain the Persian text, with its Susian and Babylonian versions, of the Inscription which Darius the Great caused to be cut on the Rock of Behistûn, which is situated in Persia on the ancient caravan route between Babylon and Ecbatana. The Inscription was first copied and translated by the late Major-General Sir Henry Creswicke Rawlinson, Bart, G.C.B., whose study of it enabled him to bring to a successful issue the decipherment of the Cuneiform Inscriptions. His edition of the Persian text, accompanied by a Commentary, appeared in the tenth volume of the Journal of the Royal Asiatic Society in 1847, and his final edition of the texts of the Babylonian version was published by the Trustees of the British Museum in Cuneiform Inscriptions of Western Asia, Vol. III, plate 39f.
Owing to the difficulty of reaching the Inscription on the rock, the readings of many passages have remained doubtful, and have formed the subject of much discussion. The present volume contains new material which, it is hoped, will assist in fixing the text of such passages, and may be regarded as a supplement to the above-named publications.
The new edition of the texts printed herein is based upon a complete collation of the Inscription, which the Trustees of the British Museum instructed Mr. L. W. King, M.A., F.S.A., Assistant in the Department, to make in 1904. Mr. R. C. Thompson, M.A., then Assistant in the Department, was deputed to assist him in the work. As each sign in the Inscription, or its traces, in all three versions has been carefully examined on ​the Rock itself, many doubtful readings have been cleared up and several lacunae filled. On the other hand, some signs, which were quite clear at the time when Sir Henry Rawlinson made his copies, have now entirely disappeared, and these have been here restored and are placed within brackets. With a view of making the work as useful as possible to students, renderings in English, accompanied by a series of transliterations, have been added.
The plates have been made from photographs taken on the spot, and in them we have, for the first time, faithful representations of the god Auramazda, Darius and his attendants, and the rebel chiefs, sculptured on the Rock of Behistûn.
This edition is the work of Mr. L. W. King and Mr. R. C. Thompson, and the prefatory remarks have been drawn up by Mr. King and myself.
E. A. WALLIS BUDGE.
Department of Egyptian and Assyrian Antiquities, British Museum, January 24, 1907.
# The Sculptures and Inscription of Darius the Great on the Rock of Behistûn in Persia/The Persian Text/Epigraphs

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EPIGRAPHS.
A. Inscription over the figure of Darius.
B. Inscription under the prostrate figure of Gaumâta, the Magian, the Persian Pretender.
C. Inscription over the figure of Âtrina, the Susian Pretender.
D. Inscription over the figure of Nidintu-Bêl, the Babylonian Pretender.
E. Inscription on the robe of Phraortes, the Median Pretender.
F. Inscription above the figure of Martiya, the Susian Pretender.
G. Inscription above the figure of Citrantakhma, the Sagartian Pretender.
H. Inscription above the figure of Vahyazdâta, the Persian Pretender.
I. Inscription above the figure of Arakha, the Babylonian Pretender.
J. Inscription above the figure of Frâda, the Margian Pretender.
K. Inscription above the figure of Skunka, the Scythian.
* ↑ See above, p. 3, n. 1.
* ↑ Here and at the end of Epigraph K the division wedge is omitted.
* ↑ The graver has omitted the character 𐎭 by mistake.
​ father of Hystaspes was Arsames; the father of Arsames was Ariyaramnes; the father of Ariyaramnes was Teispes; the father of Teispes was Achaemenes.
​A. 1. § I. adam Dârayavauš khšâyathiya vazraka khšâya- 2. thiya khšâyathiyânâm khšâyathiya Pârsaiy khš- 3. âyathiya dahyunâm V(i)štâspahyâ putra 4. Aršâmahyâ napâ Hakhâmanišiya § II. thâtiy Dâra- 5. yavauš khšâyathiya manâ pitâ V(i)štâspa V(i)​6. štâspahyâ pitâ Aršâma Aršâmahyâ pi- 7. tâ Ariyâramna Ariyâramnahyâ pilâ 8. Cišpiš Cišpaiš pitâ Hakhâmaniš 9. § III. thâtiy Darayavauš khšâyathiya avahya- 10. râdiy vayam Hakhâmanišiyâ thahyâ- 11. mahy hacâ paruviyata â[m]âtâ 12. amahy hacâ paruviyata hya amâ- 13. kham taumâ khšâyathiyâ âha § IV. thâ​14. tiy Dârayavauš khšâyathiya viii ma- 15. nâ taumâyâ tyaiy paruva- 16. m khšâyathiyâ âha adam na- 17. vama ix duvitâparnam vayam kh- 18. šâyathiyâ amahy
B. 1. iyam Gaumâ- 2. ta hya Maguš a- 3. durujiya 4. avathâ athaha adam Ba- 5. rdiya amiy hya K- 6. urauš putra adam khš- 7. âyathiya amiy
​C. 1. iyam Âtr- 2. ina adu- 3. rujiya 4. avathâ 5. athaha a- 6. dam kh- 7. šâayath- 8. iya am- 9. iy U- 10. vajaiy.
D. 1. iyam Naditabira 2. adurujiya ava- 3. thâ athaha adam Nab- 4. ukudracara ami- 5. y hya Nabunaita- 6. hya putra adam kh- 7. šâyathiya amiy B- 8. âbirauv
​E. 1. iyam Fra- 2. vartiš 3. aduru- 4. jiya ava- 5. thâ athaha adam 6. Khšathrita amiy 7. Uvakhšatarahya 8. taumâyâ adam 9. khšâyathiya amiy 10. Ma- ll. daiy
F. 1. iyam Martiya a- 2. durujiya a- 3. vathâ athaha a- 4. dam Imaniš am- 5. iy Uvajaiy kh- 6. šâyathi- 7. ya
​G. 1. iyam Citra(n)- 2. takhma ad- 3. urujiya 4. avathâ a- 5. thaha adam 6. khšâyathi- 7. ya ami- 8. y Asaga- 9. rtaiy Uva- 10. khšatarahya 11. taumây- 12. â
H. 1. iyam Vahya- 2. zdâta adu- 3. rujiya ava- 4. thâ athaha ada- 5. m Bardiya a- 6. miy hya K- 7. urauš putra 8. adam khšâ- 9. yathiya amiy
​I. 1. iyam Arakha 2. aduruj- 3. iya avathâ 4. athaha adam 5. Nabuku[d]ra- 6. cara amiy 7. hya Nabuna- 8. itahya pu- 9. tra adam khšâ- 10. yathiya amiy 11. Bâb(i)rauv
J. 1. iyam Frâda 2. aduru- 3. jiya avathâ athaha 4. adam khšâyath- 5. iya amiy Marga- 6. uv
​ K. 1. iyam Sku(n)- 2. ka hya Saka
# The Sculptures and Inscription of Darius the Great on the Rock of Behistûn in Persia

THE SCULPTURES AND INSCRIPTION OF BEHISTÛN.
​PLATE I.
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Frontispiece.
Darius the Great, accompanied by attendants, with one foot placed on the prostrate body of the Pseudo-Smerdis (Gaumâta).
From the rock-sculpture at Behistûn.
THE
Sculptures and inscription
OF
DARIUS THE GREAT
ON THE
ROCK OF BEHISTÛN IN PERSIA.
A NEW COLLATION OF THE PERSIAN, SUSIAN, AND BABYLONIAN TEXTS, WITH ENGLISH TRANSLATIONS, Etc.
WITH ILLUSTRATIONS.
PRINTED BY ORDER OF THE TRUSTEES,
SOLD AT THE BRITISH MUSEUM; and at LONGMANS & Co., 39, Paternoster Row; BERNARD QUARITCH, 15, Piccadilly; ASHER & Co., 13, Bedford Street, Covent Garden; and HENRY FROWDE, Oxford University Press, Amen Corner, LONDON.
1907.
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LONDON: HARRISON AND SONS, PRINTERS IN ORDINARY TO HIS MAJESTY, ST. MARTIN'S LANE.
CONTENTS.
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# The Real Motive/The Lookout

THE LOOKOUT