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# The Booke of Thenseygnementes and Techynge that the Knyght of the Towre made to his Doughters/Chapter 29

OF A COUNTESSE THAT EUERY DAY HERD THRE MASSES.
WOLDE that ye sholde wel reteyne an ensample of a good lady, a Countesse, whiche euery day wolde here thre masses. And on a tyme she wente a pylgremage, and hit happed of her Chappellayns to falle of an hors to therthe, so that he was so hurte that he myght not saye masse. The lady was at ouer a grete meschyef for to lose one of her masses, and she complayned deuoutely to god. And anone god sente to her an Angel in stede of a preest, which songe the third masse, but when he had songen and was vnreuested, it was not knowen where he bicam, for ony serche that they couthe make. Thenne thought the good lady that god hadde sente hymn to her, and thanked hym moche humbly. And this is a faire Ensample how god purueyeth to them that haue deuocion in hym and in his seruyce. But I trowe that ther ben many ladyes at this day that passe wel with lasse than thre masses, for it suffyseth them ynowe of one masse only, so lytelf loue and deuocion have they in god & in his seruyce. For in herynge of his seruyce his propre persone fonde hym. For who someuer loueth and dredeth hym, he wyl oft see hymn and here his hooly word. And in lyke wyse the contrary, for he that hath not wel set his hert to hym ward, he passeth lyghtely as many doo in thise dayes, whiche haue their herte more set on the world and on the delyte of the flesshe than on god.
# Telugu-English Dictionary/యౌ

యౌ
యౌవనము yauvanamu, s. Youth, manhood. యౌవనలక్షణము yauvanalakshanamu, s. Beauty. 2. The breast, the bosom.
# Telugu-English Dictionary/య

య
య ya, The forty-first letter, and twenty-sixth consonant, in the Telugu alphabet.
యజమానుడు yajanianudu, s. An employer of priests at a sacrifice; the person who institutes it's performance, and pays the expense of it. 2. A lord, or master. 3. An owner, or proprietor. 4. A husband.
యజ్ఞము yajnamu, s. A sacrifice.
యత్నము yatnamu, s. Effort, exertion, endeavour ; perseverance, energy, 2. Intention, disign, purpose.
యథార్ధము yathardhamu, 6'. Truth, verity, adv. Truly, adj. True, real.
యథేష్టము-యథేప్సితము, యథేచ్ఛము yatheshtamu-yathepsitamu, yathechchhamu, % adv. At one's will, as one pleases.
యవ్వనము yavvanamti, s. vide యౌవనము yauvanamu.
యశము, యశస్సు yasamu, yasassu, s. Fame, renown, celebrity, glory, reputation.
# Telugu-English Dictionary/యా

యా
యాగము yagamu, s. vide యజ్ఞము yajnamu.
యాగాని yagani, s. A coin, in value equal to ten cash.
యాచ yatsa, adj. vide ఏస esa.
యాచకము yachakamu, s. Begging, asking, adj. Begging.
యాచకుడు yschakudu, s. A beggar, or mendicant.
యాతము yatamu, s. vide ఏతము etamu-
యాత్ర yatra, s. Travelling, moving, proceeding, marching. 2. A pilgrimage. 3. The procession of an idol, at any holy festival ; or the festival itself.
యాదస్తు yadastu, 5. A memorandum.
యాది yadi, s. Recollection, memory, attention.
యాభై, యాబై yabhai, yabai Numeral, adj. And sub. Fifty, vide ఏబది ebadi. ​యాల yala, adv. Why, wherefore, vide ఏల ela-
యాలకులు yalakulu. s. plu. Cardamom seeds: vide ఏల ela.
యావత్తు yavattu, adj. All, entire. 5. The whole. adf^ Wholly, entirely, altogether.
యాస yasa, adj. vide ఏస esa.
# Telugu-English Dictionary/యె

యె
యెక్కాలు yekkalu, s. The Telugu multiplication table.
# Telugu-English Dictionary/మ్రో

మ్రో
మ్రోగు mrogu, v. n. vide మోగు mogu.
మ్రోయు mroyu, v. n. vide మ్రోగు mrogu.
మ్రోల mrola, adv. Before ; in front.
# Telugu-English Dictionary/యు

యు
యుక్తము yuktamu, &c. ad?. Right, proper, fit. 2. Joined, or united with. s. Propriety, fitness.
యుక్తి yukti, 5. Propriety, fitness. 2. Inference, deduction from circa instance, or argument. 3, An approved or good argument, or plea. 4. An excellent expedient, a happy thought. 5. Advice, counsel.
యుగము yugamu, s. A pair, couple, or brace. 2. A yoke. 3. Age, as applied to that of mankind. 4. An age of the world.
యుగ్మలి yugmali, s. A woman.
యుద్ధము yuddhamu, s. War, battle, combat, contest. యుద్ధరంగము yuddharangamu, The field of battle.
# Telugu-English Dictionary/యొ

యొ
యొక్క yokka, postpos. Of. The sign of the genitive case.
# Telugu-English Dictionary/యో

యో
యోగి yogi, 5. A devotee ; an ascetic in general. %
యోగ్యత yogyata, s. Ability, clever ness, merit. 2. Worthiness, fitness. capacity.
యోగ్యము yogyamu, adj. Worthy fit, proper. 2. Clever, skilful.
యోచన yochana, s. Consideration, deliberation, reflection.2. Counsel, advice. 3. Expedient, means.
యోచించు yochintsu, v.a. To consider, or deliberate.
యోజనము yojanamu, s. A yojana or native league. 2. vide యోచన yochana.
# The Cambridge Carol Book/As I went to Bethlehem

Note from choral edition: "Words by G. R. W. A free translation of Quem vidistis, pastores (an Antiphon at Lauds, etc., on Christmas Day)."
II. AS I WENT TO BETHLEHEM
1.As I went to Bethlehem, Ere the dawn of day, Met I with a knot of shepherd men, On their homeward way.
2.Quem vidistis, pastores? Tell me ev'ry whit: In terris (I fain would learn of ye) Quis apparuit?
3.Newly born we saw the Babe, Whom an Angel throng Worshipt as the Lord; Alléluyá, Gloria, their song.
# The Cambridge Carol Book/Awake, and hear my story

III. AWAKE, AND HEAR MY STORY
1.Awake, and hear my story! When God on Christmas morn, Th' eternal Lord of glory, Of Mary Maid was born, Seeking the King of ages, There journey'd from afar Three kingly Eastern Sages, By lengthy daily stages, Led westward by a Star.
2.The Star, it stood and pointed Toward the stable bare, Wherein the Lord's Anointed And eke His Mother were. Opening each his coffer, Baltházar giveth myrrh; While Melchíör doth offer Gold-ore, see Gaspar proffer Incense, the gum of fir.
3.So go we and adore Him, Who was or time began; So worship we afore Him, Who stoops to die for man. Welcome we too that Mother, Than Cherub higher, blest As woman ne'er was other, Who made the Lord our Brother, And rock'd her God to rest.
# The Cambridge Carol Book/Christ is at thy portals

Note from choral edition: "Words: Ἐγγίζει ὁ Χριστὸς (December 20) by St. Romanos the Melodist (c. 496), translated by G. R. W."
VII. CHRIST IS AT THY PORTALS
'Christ is at thy portals: Bethlem, ready make! Soon, to save all mortals, Christmas dawn shall break. Bethlem, deck the manger, Group the shepherd band; Christ is near thy border, Christ, of heaven King. ​Call the kingly stranger Out of Persian land.' Thus, and in due order, Hosts Angelick sing.
# The Cambridge Carol Book/Although at Yule it bloweth cool

Christmas-Tide
I. ALTHOUGH AT YULE IT BLOWETH COOL
1.Although at Yule it bloweth cool, And frost doth grip the fingers, And nip the nose, and numb the toes, Of out-door carol singers,
2.Through snow or sleet we pace the street, Fair sirs, with right good reason, To wish you all, both great and small, The blessings of the season.
3.We think to spell 'Good news, Nowell, And eke a wonder story: The Virgin mild hath born the Child: E'en God, the King of Glory.'
4.We come to tell how once, o'er dell And down, in winter-weather, Led with a star, from lands afar There rid three kings together.
5.By thoroughfare, through slum or square, Our Quire the praise rehearses (As on we pass) of 'Wenceslas' That 'Good King,' and his mercies.
6.Then we can sing, a pretty thing, 'The Holly and Ivy berry'; But best we ken 'Good gentle men, God rest you, rest you merry.'
7.'This hind'rest night I saw a sight:' 'A Virgin all unspotted,' Ne'er be these lays of olden days Out of remembrance blotted
​8.So 'Blessed be that Maid Marie,' To spurn it 'twere a pity; Nor let men scorn 'A Babe is born In Bethlem,' David city.
9.[No itching palms have we for alms, Content if Christ, the burden Of these our lays, bestow His praise, And one day be our guerdon,
10.That hallow'd dome, Saint Dunstan's Home, Doth harbour many blind folk, To whom we pay the coin that may Be handed us by kind folk.]
11.The strain, yclept 'While shepherds kept,' This almost might be sung ye; But here an end. Us Christ defend, And alway be among ye!
# The Cambridge Carol Book/Babe Jesu, hear our ditty

IV. BABE JESU, HEAR OUR DITTY
Babe Jesu, hear our ditty, And think thereof no scorn; We pray Thee of Thy pity, On this Thy natal morn: ​We flee to Thee, Who wast, in Bethlehem City, Of Mary Maiden born: For such as we.
# The Cambridge Carol Book/Behoulde a sely tender Babe

V. BEHOULDE A SELY TENDER BABE, Or, NEW PRINCE, NEW POMPE
1.Behoulde a sely tender Babe In freesing winter nighte, In homely manger trembling lies: Alas, a pitious sighte: The inns are full, no man will yelde This little Pilgrime bedd; But forced He is with sely beastes In cribbe to shroude His headd.
2.Despise not Him for lying there, First what He is enquire: An orient perle is often found In depth of dirty mire. Waye not His cribbe, His wodden dishe, Nor beastes that by Him feede: Waye not His Mother's poor attire, Nor Josephe's simple weede.
3.This stable is a Prince's courte, The cribbe His chaire of state: The beastes are parcell of His pompe, The wodden dishe His plate. The parsons in that poor attire His royall liveries weare: The Prince Himself is come from heaven, This pompe is prisèd there.
4.With joye approch, O Christen wighte, Do homage to thy Kinge: And highly prise this humble pompe, Which He from heaven doth bringe, ​With joye approch, O Christen wighte, Do homage to thy Kinge: And highly prise this humble pompe Which He from heaven doth bringe.
# The Cambridge Carol Book/Blest, withouten match

VI. BLEST, WITHOUTEN MATCH
1.Blest, withouten match, O Bethlem, is the gable O'er that lowly cratch:— The crib within thy stable. For, as Babe, therein That Lord and God abideth, Who on Cherubyn Aloft in glory rideth. Alleluia.
2.He is born to shrive The son, his goods who squander'd, Born to save alive The sheep, that far had wander'd. So bear we in mind To hymn this heavenly stranger:— God, who, for mankind, Did not abhor the manger. Alleluia.
# The Cambridge Carol Book/'Twas in the year that King Uzziah died

On Trinity Sunday and at Other Times
XLIX. "TWAS IN THE YEAR THAT KING UZZIAH DIED
'Twas in the year that King Uzziah died, A vision by Isaiah was espied: A lofty throne—The Lord was set thereon; And with His glory all the temple shone. Bright Seraphim were standing round about, Six wings had every of that quire devout. With twain he awesome veil'd his face, and so With twain he dreadful veil'd his feet below, With twain did he now hither, thither fly: And thus aloud did one to other cry: 'Holy is God, the Lord of Sabaoth: Holy is God, the Lord of Sabaoth, Holy is God, the Lord of Sabaoth, Full of His glory are earth and heaven, both.' And at their cry the lintels moved apace, And clouds of incense fill'd the Holy Place.
# The Cambridge Carol Book/Ding dong! merrily on high

VIII. DING DONG! MERRILY ON HIGH
1.Ding dong! merrily on high in heav'n the bells are ringing: Ding dong! verily the sky is riv'n with Angel singing.
2.E'en so here below, below, let steeple bells be swungen, And io, io, io, by priests and people sungen.
3.Pray you, dutifully prime your Matin chime, ye ringers; May you beautifully rime your Eve-time song, ye singers: Gloria, Hosanna in excelsis!
# The Cambridge Carol Book/A song for the times

LI. A SONG FOR THE TIMES
1.A Song for the times when the sweet Church chimes Call'd rich and poor to pray, As they open'd their eyes by the bright sunrise, And when evening died away: The squire came out of his rich old hall, And the peasants two and by three; The woodman let his hatchet fall, And the shepherd left his tree.
2.Through the Churchyard dew, by the Churchyard yew, They went, both old and young, And with one consent in prayer they bent, And with one consent they sung. They knelt on the floor till the prayers were o'er; To the priest they gave good heed: Who would not praise those good old days, When the Church was a Church indeed?
3.Christmas was merry Christmas then, And Easter-tide the same: And they welcomed well with merry bell Each Saint's day as it came. They thought with love on the Saints above In the pious days of old: We toil and we slave till we drop in the grave, And all for the lust of gold.
4.But little we'll care what wicked men May say or think, of ill, They kept the Saints' days holy then, We'll keep them holy still. ​We'll cherish them now in times of strife, As a holy and peaceful thing; They were bought by a faithful prelate's life, And the blood of a martyr'd king.
* ↑ William Laud, Archbishop and Martyr.
* ↑ King Charles the First.
# The Amazing Emperor Heliogabalus

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THE AMAZING EMPEROR HELIOGABALUS
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# The Complete Works of Count Tolstoy/Volume 18/The Fruits of Enlightenment

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THE FRUITS OF ENLIGHTENMENT
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# The Complete Works of Count Tolstoy/Volume 18/The Kreutzer Sonata

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THE KREUTZER SONATA
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* Chapter XII
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* Chapter XIV
* Chapter XV
* Chapter XVI
* Chapter XVII
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* Chapter XIX
* Chapter XX
* Chapter XXI
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* Chapter XXIII
* Chapter XXIV
* Chapter XXV
* Chapter XXVI
* Chapter XXVII
* Chapter XXVIII
* Epilogue
# The American Novel

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# The American Naturalist/Volume 12

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# The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar/Misapprehension

MISAPPREHENSION
Out of my heart, one day, I wrote a song,  With my heart's blood imbued, Instinct with passion, tremulously strong,  With grief subdued;  Breathing a fortitude  Pain-bought. And one who claimed much love for what I wrought,  Read and considered it,  And spoke: "Ay, brother,—'t is well writ,  But where's the joke?"
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# The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar/Morning

MORNING The mist has left the greening plain, The dew-drops shine like fairy rain, The coquette rose awakes again  Her lovely self adorning. The Wind is hiding in the trees, A sighing, soothing, laughing tease, Until the rose says "Kiss me, please,"  'Tis morning, 'tis morning.
With staff in hand and careless-free, The wanderer fares right jauntily, For towns and houses are, thinks he,  For scorning, for scorning. My soul is swift upon the wing, And in its deeps a song I bring; Come, Love, and we together sing,  "'Tis morning, 'tis morning."
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# The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar/Love and Grief

LOVE AND GRIEF Out of my heart, one treach'rous winter's day, I locked young Love and threw the key away. Grief, wandering widely, found the key, And hastened with it, straightway, back to me, With Love beside him. He unlocked the door And bade Love enter with him there and stay. And so the twain abide for evermore.
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# The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar/Lullaby

LULLABY
Bedtime 's come fu' little boys.  Po' little lamb. Too tiahed out to make a noise,  Po' little lamb. You gwine t' have to-morrer sho'? Yes, you tole me dat befo', Don't you fool me, chile, no mo',  Po' little lamb.
You been bad de livelong day,  Po' little lamb. Th'owin' stones an' runnin' 'way,  Po' little lamb. My, but you 's a-runnin' wil', Look jes' lak some po' folks chile; Mam' gwine whup you atter while,  Po' little lamb.
Come hyeah! you mos' tiahed to def,  Po' little lamb. Played yo'se'f clean out o' bref,  Po' little lamb. See dem han's now—sich a sight! Would you evah b'lieve dey's white? Stan' still twell I wash 'em right,  Po' little lamb.
Jes' cain't hol' yo' haid up straight,  Po' little lamb. Had n't oughter played so late,  Po' little lamb. Mammy do' know whut she 'd do, Ef de chillun's all lak you; You 's a caution now fu' true,  Po' little lamb.
Lay yo' haid down in my lap,  Po' little lamb. Y' ought to have a right good slap,  Po' little lamb. You been runnin' roun' a heap. Shet dem eyes an' don't you peep, Dah now, dah now, go to sleep,  Po' little lamb.
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# The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar/Merry Autumn

MERRY AUTUMN
It's all a farce,—these tales they tell  About the breezes sighing, And moans astir o'er field and dell,  Because the year is dying.
Such principles are most absurd,—  I care not who first taught 'em; There's nothing known to beast or bird  To make a solemn autumn.
In solemn times, when grief holds sway  With countenance distressing, You'll note the more of black and gray  Will then be used in dressing.
Now purple tints are all around;  The sky is blue and mellow; And e'en the grasses turn the ground  From modest green to yellow.
The seed burrs all with laughter crack  On featherweed and jimson; And leaves that should be dressed in black  Are all decked out in crimson.
A butterfly goes winging by;  A singing bird comes after; And Nature, all from earth to sky,  Is bubbling o'er with laughter.
The ripples wimple on the rills,  Like sparkling little lasses; The sunlight runs along the hills,  And laughs among the grasses.
The earth is just so full of fun  It really can't contain it; And streams of mirth so freely run  The heavens seem to rain it.
Don't talk to me of solemn days  In autumn's time of splendor, Because the sun shows fewer rays,  And these grow slant and slender.
Why, it's the climax of the year,—  The highest time of living!— Till naturally its bursting cheer  Just melts into thanksgiving.
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# The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar/Melancholia

MELANCHOLIA
Silently without my window,  Tapping gently at the pane,  Falls the rain. Through the trees sighs the breeze  Like a soul in pain. Here alone I sit and weep; Thought hath banished sleep.
Wearily I sit and listen  To the water's ceaseless drip.  To my lip Fate turns up the bitter cup,  Forcing me to sip; 'T is a bitter, bitter drink, Thus I sit and think,—
Thinking things unknown and awful,  Thoughts on wild, uncanny themes,  Waking dreams. Spectres dark, corpses stark,  Show the gaping seams Whence the cold and cruel knife Stole away their life.
Bloodshot eyes all strained and staring,  Gazing ghastly into mine;  Blood like wine On the brow—clotted now—  Shows death's dreadful sign. Lonely vigil still I keep; Would that I might sleep!
Still, oh, still, my brain is whirling!  Still runs on my stream of thought;  I am caught In the net fate hath set.  Mind and soul are brought To destruction's very brink; Yet I can but think!
Eyes that look into the future,—  Peeping forth from out my mind,  They will find Some new weight, soon or late,  On my soul to bind, Crushing all its courage out,— Heavier than doubt.
Dawn, the Eastern monarch's daughter,  Rising from her dewy bed,  Lays her head 'Gainst the clouds' sombre shrouds  Now half fringed with red. O'er the land she 'gins to peep; Come, O gentle Sleep!
Hark! the morning cock is crowing;  Dreams, like ghosts, must hie away;  'Tis the day. Rosy morn now is born;  Dark thoughts may not stay. Day my brain from foes will keep; Now, my soul, I sleep.
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# The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar/Love Despoiled

LOVE DESPOILED
As lone I sat one summer's day,  With mien dejected, Love came by; His face distraught, his locks astray,  So slow his gait, so sad his eye,  I hailed him with a pitying cry:
"Pray, Love, what has disturbed thee so?"  Said I, amazed. "Thou seem'st bereft; And see thy quiver hanging low,—  What, not a single arrow left?  Pray, who is guilty of this theft?"
Poor Love looked in my face and cried:  "No thief were ever yet so bold To rob my quiver at my side.  But Time, who rules, gave ear to Gold,  And all my goodly shafts are sold."
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