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# The Indian Biographical Dictionary (1915)/Grant, Colonel Hugh Gough

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​Grant, Colonel Hugh Gough, C.B. (1900); Indian Army (retired); .s. of late Field Marshal Sir Patrick Grant, G.C.M.G.; b. 1845; m. Isabel, d. of Eneas Mackintosh of Balnespick, Inverness-shire, 1885; educ: Eton; R.M.S. Sandhurst; served with Seaforth Highlanders, 1863-95; thanked by Government for special services during Madras Famine, 1877-1878; Brigade Major, 1879-80; served in Black Mountain Expedition, 1891 (medal); was Assistant Adjutant General, Punjab Command, 1895-97; in command of 72nd Regiment, 1900-1902; Address: Linton, Aberdeenshire, Club: United Service.
# The Indian Biographical Dictionary (1915)/Grant, Lieut-Col. Edward Long

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​Grant, Lieut-Col. Edward Long, R.A. 1887; b. 1823; s. of late Edward Grant; m. 1859, Helena Beatrice, d, of late Maj.-Gen. Sir. J. M. Moftin; educ: at Addiscombe; entered Madras Army, 1841: served Burmah, 1852-53 (wounded, medal); Indian mutiny, 1857. Address: Forestdale, Wellington, Madras, India.
# The Indian Biographical Dictionary (1915)/Graham. Hon’ble W. L.

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​Graham. Hon’ble W. L.; elected non-official Member, Legislative Council, Bombay; took his seat, 6th May 1913. Address: Bombay, India.
# The Indian Biographical Dictionary (1915)/Gray, Evelyn

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​Gray, Evelyn, I.C.S., Senior Collector of Bombay; educ: Cheltanham College; joined the I.C.S. and arrived in Bombay as Assistant Collector, 1878; on Special Committee for the revision of the Tariff values of articles liable to duty, 1903; Senior Collector, since 1904. Address: Bombay, India.
# The Indian Biographical Dictionary (1915)/Graham, Walter Armstrong

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​Graham, Walter Armstrong, F.R.G.C., M.R.S.R., Adviser to the Minister of Lands and Agriculture; e.s. of John Graham, J.P., Grasmere, Westmorland; m. Maude, d. of late Henry Barver of Wilmslow, Cheshire, 1898; educ: Trinity College, Oxford; entered Burma Civil Service, 1889; Assistant Political Officer, Northern Shan States, 1898; services lent to Siam, 1897 , Director, Bangkok Revenue Department, 1891; Director Land Records Department, Siam, 1901; resigned Burma Civil Service, 1903; Commander, Order of the White Elephant, 1908; Resident Commissioner, Kelantan, 1905. Publications: The French Roman Catholic Mission in Siam; Kelantan a Handbook. Recreation: riding, tennis. Address: The Residency, Kelantan, via Singapore. Club: British, United, Bangkok.
# The Indian Biographical Dictionary (1915)/Greenstreet, Reginald Hawkins

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​Greenstreet, Reginald Hawkins, C.I.E. (1899), Superintendent of Police, Burma; b. 1858; s of H. J. Greenstreet; m. 1898, Kathlein Mildred Seymour, d. of Sir Aarey Knyvett, K.C.B.; educ: King’s College School; joined Punjab Police as Assitant Superintendent, 1883; transferred to Burma as District Superintendent of Police, 1887; earned the Burmese medal and 2 clasps; served as District Magistrate and Political Officer; Commanded Military Police in the Arrakan Hill Tracts, 1891-97; returned to Police duty, 1898; Officiating Private Secretary to Lieut.-Governor, 1900-1901; retired, 1906. Address: The Woodlands, Burgh, field Common, near Mortimer, Breaks.
# The Hampshire Advertiser/1899/Death of a yachtsman

Source: The Hampshire Advertiser (Southampton, England), Wednesday, July 26, 1899; pg. 4; Issue 5543.
DEATH OF A YACHTSMAN.
Sir Edward Robert Sullivan, of 8, Palmeira-square, Brighton, died in London on Saturday after a short illness. He was born in 1826, and married, in 1859, the youngest daughter of Mr. H. Currie, Of West Horsley Place, Surrey. He was well-known as a yachtsman and was a contributor to the Badminton volume on yachting He is succeeded in the baronetcy by his cousin, Admiral Sir Francis William Sullivan, K.C.B., who married a daughter of the late Sir S. S. Bell, ad has issue. The funeral will take place on Wednesday at St. Barnabas's. Hove. It was only on Saturday week that Sir Edward was in Southampton Water witnessing the Shamrock out for a trial previous to her spins with the Britannia.
This work was published in 1899 and is anonymous or pseudonymous due to unknown authorship. It is in the public domain in the United States as well as countries and areas where the copyright terms of anonymous or pseudonymous works are 124 years or less since publication.
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# The Hampshire Advertiser/1878/Death of Lieutenant-General Cameron

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Source: The Hampshire Advertiser (Southampton, England), Wednesday, July 03, 1878; pg. 2; Issue 3344.
Death of Lieutenant-General Cameron, C.B., R.E.—An event which has caused much regret in Southampton is the death of Lieutenant-General John Cameron, C.B., of the Royal Engineers, and Director-General of the Ordnance Survey of the United Kingdom, which occurred at his residence, Ordnance-house, on Sunday night. The gallant General was one of the guests at the Mayor's banquet, given on Wednesday evening at the Victoria Rooms, in honour of the visit of the Royal Counties (Hants and Berks) Agricultural Society. He then appeared to be in his usual health, and returned thanks for the army in an able speech, paying the reserve forces a high compliment, little thinking that was the last time he should meet his fellow townsmen and that he should so soon be called away from hence. On his way home from the banquet, in company, we believe, with Major-General Tryon, J.P., General Cameron complained of a pain in the chest, and as he was on foot he called a cab and proceeded to his residence in it. On Thursday he still complained of being unwell,and also on Friday, but no danger was apprehended. However, on Sunday his symptoms became serious, as congestion had set in most rapidly, and despite the best medical skill and attention he breathed his last on Sunday night, as above stated. The decease had, we hear, been in her Majesty's service nearly forty years, and he attained the rank of Lieutenant-General under the new Royal Warrant in October last, a few days after which he received General Grant, ex-President of the United States, at the Ordnance-office, and subsequently lunched with the General and other guests at the South-Western Hotel. General Cameron was much esteemed and respected, both in the distinguished corps to which he belong, and also be all classes in the town and neighbourhood, and, as stated above, is somewhat sudden and unexpected death has caused the deepest regret through the borough, while it is deeply lamented by a large circle of friends and relatives.
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# The Hand and Foot

Written in October or November 1839
The hand and foot that stir not, they shall find Sooner than all the rightful place to go; Now in their motion free as roving wind, Though first no snail so limited and slow; I mark them full of labor all the day, Each active motion made in perfect rest; They cannot from their path mistaken stray, Though 'tis not theirs, yet in it they are blest; The bird has not their hidden track found out, The cunning fox though full of art he be; It is the way unseen, the certain route, Where ever bound, yet thou art ever free; The path of Him, whose perfect law of love Bids sphere and atoms in just order move.
# The Hampshire Advertiser

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* The Hampshire Advertiser
* The Hampshire Advertiser/1878/Death of Lieutenant-General Cameron
* The Hampshire Advertiser/1878/Funeral of Lieutenant-General Cameron
* The Hampshire Advertiser/1899/Death of a yachtsman
# The Hand That Rocked My Cradle Rules My Heart

[Verse]:
How can I ever pay the debt I owe you
Mother o' mine, Mother o' mine
What is there I could ever do to show you
How much I love you
Mother o' mine
[Refrain]:
I kiss the hand, the wrinkled hand
That rocked my cradle in babyland
A mem'ry lingers of byegone years
When gentle fingers would dry my tears
Her face will ever be my guiding light
She'll whisper tenderly "Turn to the right"
No harm can come to me by day or night
For the hand that rocked my cradle rules my heart
[2nd verse]:
Close to my side you stand what e'er betide me
Mother o' mine, Mother o' mine
How can I come to harm with you beside me
Ever to guide me
Mother o' mine
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# The Hand That Rocks the Cradle

A poem that praises motherhood as the pre-eminent force for change. First published as What Rules The World
Blessings on the hand of women! Angels guard its strength and grace, In the palace, cottage, hovel, Oh, no matter where the place; Would that never storms assailed it, Rainbows ever gently curled; For the hand that rocks the cradle Is the hand that rules the world.
Infancy's the tender fountain, Power may with beauty flow, Mother's first to guide the streamlets, From them souls unresting grow— Grow on for the good or evil, Sunshine streamed or evil hurled; For the hand that rocks the cradle Is the hand that rules the world.
Woman, how divine your mission Here upon our natal sod! Keep, oh, keep the young heart open Always to the breath of God! All true trophies of the ages Are from mother-love impearled; For the hand that rocks the cradle Is the hand that rules the world.
Blessings on the hand of women! Fathers, sons, and daughters cry, And the sacred song is mingled With the worship in the sky— Mingles where no tempest darkens, Rainbows evermore are hurled; For the hand that rocks the cradle Is the hand that rules the world.
# The Heart of a Tree

Published in The National Magazine, volume 43, page 132
What does he plant who plants a trunk? He plants the friend of sun and sky; He plants the flag of breezes free; The shaft of beauty towering high; He plants a home to heaven anigh, For song and mother-croon of bird In hushed and happy twilight heard— The treble of heaven’s harmony— These things he plants who plants a tree.
What does he plant who plants a tree? He plants, in sap and leaf and wood, In love of home and loyalty And far-cast thought of civic good— His blessings on the neighborhood, Who in the hollow of His hand Holds all the growth of all our land— A nation's growth from sea to sea Stirs in his heart who plants a tree.
—Henry Cuyler Bunner.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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# The Green Helmet and Other Poems/All Things can Tempt me

ALL THINGS CAN TEMPT ME
All things can tempt me from this craft of verse: One time it was a woman's face, or worse— The seeming needs of my fool-driven land; Now nothing but comes readier to the hand Than this accustomed toil. When I was young, I had not given a penny for a song Did not the poet sing it with such airs That one believed he had a sword upstairs;
Yet would be now, could I but have my wish, Colder and dumber and deafer than a fish.
# The Green Helmet and Other Poems/King and no King

KING AND NO KING
"Would it were anything but merely voice!" The No King cried who after that was King, Because he had not heard of anything That balanced with a word is more than noise; Yet Old Romance being kind, let him prevail Somewhere or somehow that I have forgot, Though he'd but cannon—Whereas we that had thought To have lit upon as clean and sweet a tale
Have been defeated by that pledge you gave In momentary anger long ago; And I that have not your faith, how shall I know That in the blinding light beyond the grave We'll find so good a thing as that we have lost? The hourly kindness, the day's common speech. The habitual content of each with each When neither soul nor body has been crossed.
# The Green Helmet and Other Poems/At the Abbey Theatre

AT THE ABBEY THEATRE
Imitated from Ronsard
Dear Craoibhin Aoibhin, look into our case. When we are high and airy hundreds say That if we hold that flight they'll leave the place, While those same hundreds mock another day Because we have made our art of common things, So bitterly, you'd dream they longed to look All their lives through into some drift of wings.
You've dandled them and fed them from the book And know them to the bone; impart to us— We'll keep the secret—a new trick to please. Is there a bridle for this Proteus That turns and changes like his draughty seas? Or is there none, most popular of men, But when they mock us that we mock again?
# The Green Helmet and Other Poems/His Dream

HIS DREAM
I swayed upon the gaudy stern The butt end of a steering oar, And everywhere that I could turn Men ran upon the shore.
And though I would have hushed the crowd There was no mother's son but said, "What is the figure in a shroud Upon a gaudy bed?"
And fishes bubbling to the brim Cried out upon that thing beneath, It had such dignity of limb, By the sweet name of Death.
Though I'd my finger on my lip, What could I but take up the song? And fish and crowd and gaudy ship Cried out the whole night long,
Crying amid the glittering sea, Naming it with ecstatic breath, Because it had such dignity By the sweet name of Death.
# The Green Helmet and Other Poems/No Second Troy

NO SECOND TROY
Why should I blame her that she filled my days With misery, or that she would of late Have taught to ignorant men most violent ways, Or hurled the little streets upon the great, Had they but courage equal to desire? What could have made her peaceful with a mind That nobleness made simple as a fire, With beauty like a tightened bow, a kind That is not natural in an age like this, Being high and solitary and most stern? Why, what could she have done being what she is? Was there another Troy for her to burn?
# The Green Helmet and Other Poems/On Hearing that the Students

ON HEARING THAT THE STUDENTS OF OUR NEW UNIVERSITY HAVE JOINED THE ANCIENT ORDER OF HIBERNIANS AND THE AGITATION AGAINST IMMORAL LITERATURE
Where, where but here have Pride and Truth, That long to give themselves for wage, To shake their wicked sides at youth Restraining reckless middle-age.
# The Green Helmet and Other Poems/Reconciliation

RECONCILIATION
Some may have blamed you that you took away The verses that could move them on the day When, the ears being deafened, the sight of the eyes blind With lightning you went from me, and I could find Nothing to make a song about but kings, Helmets, and swords, and half-forgotten things That were like memories of you—but now We'll out, for the world lives as long ago;
And while we're in our our laughing, weeping fit, Hurl helmets, crowns, and swords into the pit. But, dear, cling close to me; since you were gone, My barren thoughts have chilled me to the bone.
# The Green Helmet and Other Poems/At Galway Races

AT GALWAY RACES
Out yonder, where the race course is, Delight makes all of the one mind, Riders upon the swift horses, The field that closes in behind: We, too, had good attendance once, Hearers and hearteners of the work; Aye, horsemen for companions, Before the merchant and the clerk Breathed on the world with timid breath. Sing on: sometime, and at some new moon, We'll learn that sleeping is not death, Hearing the whole earth change its tune, Its flesh being wild, and it again Crying aloud as the race course is, And we find hearteners among men That ride upon horses.
# The Green Helmet and Other Poems/Peace

PEACE
Ah, that Time could touch a form That could show what Homer's age Bred to be a hero's wage. "Were not all her life but storm, Would not painters paint a form Of such noble lines" I said. "Such a delicate high head, So much sternness and such charm, Till they had changed us to like strength?" Ah, but peace that comes at length, Came when Time had touched her form.
# The Green Helmet and Other Poems/Friends

FRIENDS
Now must I these three praise— Three women that have wrought What joy is in my days; One that no passing thought, Nor those unpassing cares, No, not in these fifteen Many times troubled years, Could ever come between Heart and delighted heart; And one because her hand Had strength that could unbind What none can understand, What none can have and thrive, Youth's dreamy load, till she
So changed me that I live Labouring in ecstasy. And what of her that took All till my youth was gone With scarce a pitying look? How should I praise that one? When day begins to break I count my good and bad, Being wakeful for her sake, Remembering what she had, What eagle look still shows, While up from my heart's root So great a sweetness flows I shake from head to foot.
# The House of the Dead

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THE HOUSE OF THE DEAD
THE NOVELS OF FYODOR DOSTOEVSKY Volume V
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THE NOVELS OF FYODOR DOSTOEVSKY
Translated from the Russian by CONSTANCE GARNETT. Crown 8vo, price 7s. 6d. net each volume.
* THE BROTHERS KARAMAZOV, 838 pages
* THE IDIOT, 620 pages
* THE POSSESSED, 637 pages
* CRIME AND PUNISHMENT
* THE HOUSE OF THE DEAD
* THE INSULTED AND INJURED
* A RAW YOUTH
* THE ETERNAL HUSBAND
* THE GAMBLER and other Stories
* WHITE NIGHTS
* AN HONEST THIEF
* THE FRIEND OF THE FAMILY
THE NOVELS OF IVAN TURGENEV
Translated from the Russian by CONSTANCE GARNETT, in fifteen volumes, foolscap 8vo, price, leather, 6s, net; and cloth, 4s. net each.
* RUDIN
* A HOUSE OF GENTLEFOLK
* ON THE EVE
* FATHERS AND CHILDREN
* SMOKE
* VIRGIN SOIL (2 vols.)
* A SPORTSMAN'S SKETCHES (2 vols.)
* DREAM TALES AND PROSE POEMS
* THE TORRENTS OF SPRING
* A LEAR OF THE STEPPES, etc.
* THE DIARY OF A SUPERFLUOUS MAN, etc.
* A DESPERATE CHARACTER, etc.
* THE JEW, etc.
* THE TWO FRIENDS and other Stories
* KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK and other Stories
NOVELS BY COUNT LEO TOLSTOY
Translated from the Russian by CONSTANCE GARNETT.
* ANNA KARENINA, 920 pages, 7s. 6d. net.
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THE HOUSE OF THE DEAD
A NOVEL IN TWO PARTS BY FYODOR DOSTOEVSKY
FROM THE RUSSIAN BY CONSTANCE GARNETT
LONDON WILLIAM HEINEMANN, LTD.
Printed in Great Britain by Richard Clay & Sons, Limited, Bungay, Suffolk.
CONTENTS PART I
* CHAPTERPAGE
* Introduction1
* I.The House Of The Dead5
* II.First Impressions19
* III.First Impressions (continued)34
* IV.First Impressions (continued)48
* V.The First Month64
* VI.The First Month (continued)77
* VII.New Acquaintances. Petrov90
* VIII.Determined Characters. Lutchka102
* IX.Isay Fomitch—the Bath-House—Baklushin’s Story108
* X.Christmas123
* XI.The Theatricals138
PART II
* I.The Hospital157
* II.The Hospital (continued)170
* III.The Hospital (continued)183
* IV.Akulka’s Husband200
* V.Summer Time210
* VI.Prison Animals225
* VII.The Complaint237
* VIII.Comrades253
* IX.An Escape266
* X.How I Left Prison280
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# The Harper

* "The Harper" in The Poetical Works of Thomas Campbell (1837) by Thomas Campbell
* "The Irish Harper and his Dog" in A First Series of Hymns and Songs (1853)
# The Harp That Once Through Tara's Halls

* "The Harp That Once Through Tara's Halls", in Irish Melodies (1821)
* "The Harp That Once", in Home, Sweet Home (1829)
* "The Harp That Once Through Tara's Halls", in Poems That Every Child Should Know (1904), edited by Mary Elizabeth Burt
# The Harper of Mull

* "When Rosie was faithfu'" in Cream of Tannahill's Songs (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Glasgow
* "The Harper of Mull" in The Seraphim; a Selection of the Most Popular Songs (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Glasgow
* "The Harper of Mull" in The Sentimental Songster (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Glasgow
* "The Harper of Mull" in Lament for Abercrombie (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Stirling
* "The Harper of Mull" in The Book of Scottish Song (1843), edited by Alexander Whitelaw
# The Harp-Weaver/When you, that at this moment

SONNETS
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When you, that at this moment are to me Dearer than words on paper, shall depart, And be no more the warder of my heart, Whereof again myself shall hold the key; And be no more—what now you seem to be— The sun, from which all excellences start In a round nimbus, nor a broken dart Of moonlight, even, splintered on the sea; I shall remember only of this hour— And weep somewhat, as now you see me weep— The pathos of your love, that, like a flower, Fearful of death yet amorous of sleep, Droops for a moment and beholds, dismayed, The wind whereon its petals shall be laid.
# The Harp-Weaver/Your face is like a chamber

XIV
Your face is like a chamber where a king Dies of his wounds, untended and alone, Stifling with courteous gesture the crude moan That speaks too loud of mortal perishing, Rising on elbow in the dark to sing Some rhyme now out of season but well known In days when banners in his face were blown And every woman had a rose to fling. I know that through your eyes which look on me Who stand regarding you with pitiful breath, You see beyond the moment’s pause, you see The sunny sky, the skimming bird beneath, And, fronting on your windows hopelessly, Black in the noon, the broad estates of Death.