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# The Dictionary of Australasian Biography/Tyas, John Walter

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​Tyas, John Walter, second son of John Tyas, for many years a member of the literary staff of the Times, was born at Brixton, London, on Nov. 26th, 1833, educated in France and afterwards at London University School and at King's College School, London. In 1854 he became tutor to the sons of Mr. J. Walter, M.P., proprietor of the Times. In 1861 he was admitted to the Bar at the Inner Temple, and was attached to the staff of the Times for about four years. In Feb. 1868 he arrived in Adelaide, and joined as a partner the firm of Carter, Tyas, & Co., Manchester warehousemen. In 1872 he visited the Aroo Islands, the coasts of New Guinea, and the Northern Territory, on a pearl-shelling expedition. Mr. Tyas returned to England in 1873; and for a time resided in Germany, going back to Australia in 1878. In 1882 he was appointed Registrar of the University of Adelaide.
# The Efficiency Expert

First published the All-Story Weekly magazine, October 1921, though written in 1919. The Efficiency Expert follows the adventures of Jimmy Torrance as he attempts to make a career for himself in 1921 Chicago. The book is remarkable for the criminal livelihoods of the hero's friends. It was also admitted to be a fictionalization of Burroughs' own difficulties in finding a job prior to becoming a best-selling writer. Warning: template has been deprecated.
THE
EFFICIENCY
EXPERT
BY EDGAR RICE BURROUGHS

### CONTENTS

CHAPTER
* JIMMY TORRANCE, JR.
* JIMMY WILL ACCEPT A POSITION.
* THE LIZARD.
* JIMMY HUNTS A JOB.
* JIMMY LANDS ONE.
* HAROLD PLAYS THE RAVEN.
* JOBLESS AGAIN.
* BREAD FROM THE WATERS.
* HAROLD SITS IN A GAME.
* AT FEINHEIMER'S.
* CHRISTMAS EVE.
* UP OR DOWN?
* HARRIET PHILOSOPHIZES.
* IN AGAIN—OUT AGAIN.
* LITTLE EVA.
* JIMMY THROWS A BLUFF.
* JIMMY ON THE JOB.
* THE EFFICIENCY EXPERT.
* PLOTTING.
* AN INVITATION TO DINE.
* JIMMY TELLS THE TRUTH.
* A LETTER FROM MURRAY.
* LAID UP.
* IN THE TOILS.
* CIRCUMSTANTIAL EVIDENCE.
* "THE ONLY FRIENDS HE HAS."
* THE TRIAL.
* THE VERDICT.
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# The Genuine Book of Nullification

Originally published as a book, and reprinted in serial format in The Examiner, and Journal of Political Economy in 1835. Pickens, the author, examines the history of nullification and states' rights in light of the Nullification Crisis.
* Title and advertisement
* Quotes
* Introduction
* Chapter I: Virginia Nullification
* Chapter II: Kentucky Nullification
* Chapter III: Pennsylvania Nullification
* Chapter IV: Massachusetts Nullification
* Chapter V: Connecticut Nullification
* Chapter VI: Ohio Nullification
# The Genuine Remains in Verse and Prose of Mr. Samuel Butler

* Volume I.
* Volume II.
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 Genuine Remains in Verse and Prose of Mr. Samuel Butler/Volume 1/Description of Holland

DESCRIPTION OF HOLLAND.
# The Genuine Remains in Verse and Prose of Mr. Samuel Butler/Volume 1/Repartees between Cat and Puss at a caterwalling in the modern heroic way

REPARTEES
BETWEEN
CAT and PUSS
AT A
CATERWALLING
In the Modern Heroic Way.
# The Genuine Remains in Verse and Prose of Mr. Samuel Butler/Volume 1

THE
GENUINE REMAINS
IN
VERSE and PROSE
OF
Mr. SAMUEL BUTLER,
Author of HUDIBRAS.
Published from the
Original Manuscripts, formerly in the Possession of W. Longueville, Esq;
With NOTES
By R. THYER
Keeper of the Public Library at Manchester.
IN TWO VOLUMES.
VOL. I.
LONDON:
Printed for J. and R. Tonson, in the Strand. MDCCLIX.
CONTENTS
OF THE
FIRST VOLUME.
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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 Genuine Remains in Verse and Prose of Mr. Samuel Butler/Volume 1/A Palinodie to the honourable Edward Howard, Esq; upon his incomparable British Princes

A
PALINODIE
To the Honourable
EDWARD HOWARD, Esq;
Upon his incomparable
BRITISH PRINCES.
# The Genuine Remains in Verse and Prose of Mr. Samuel Butler/Volume 1/Epigram upon a Club of Sots

EPIGRAM
ON A
CLUB of SOTS.
# The Genuine Remains in Verse and Prose of Mr. Samuel Butler/Volume 1/Miscellaneous thoughts—in Verse

Miscellaneous Thoughts.
# The Gardener (Tagore)/29

SPEAK to me, my love! Tell me in words what you sang. The night is dark. The stars are lost in clouds. The wind is sighing through the leaves. I will let loose my hair. My blue cloak will cling round me like night. I will clasp your head to my bosom; and there in the sweet loneliness murmur on your heart. I will shut my eyes and listen. I will not look in your face. When your words are ended, we will sit still and silent. Only the trees will whisper in the dark. The night will pale. The day will dawn. We shall look each other′s eyes and go on our different paths. Speak to me, my love! Tell me in words what you sang.
# The Gardener (Tagore)/31

MY heart, the bird of the wilderness, has found its sky in your eyes. They are the cradle of the morning, they are the kingdom of the stars. My songs are lost in their depths. Let me but soar in that sky, in its lonely immensity. Let me but cleave its clouds and spread wings in its sunshine.
# The Gardener (Tagore)/32

TELL me if this be all true, my lover, tell me if this is true. When these eyes flash their lightning the dark clouds in your breast make stormy answer. Is it true that my lips are sweet like the opening bud of the first conscious love? Do the memories of vanished months of May linger in my limbs? Does the earth, like a harp, shiver into songs with the touch of my feet? Is it then true that the dewdrops fall from the eyes of the night when I am seen, and the morning light is glad when it wraps my body round? Is it true, is it true, that your love travelled alone through ages and worlds in search of me? That when you found me at last, your age-long desire found utter peace in my gentle speech and my eyes and lips and flowing hair? Is it then true that the mystery of the Infinite is written on this little forehead of mine? Tell me, my lover, if all this be true.
# The Gardener (Tagore)/26

“WHAT comes from your willing hands I take. I beg for nothing more.” “Yes, yes, I know you, modest mendicant, you ask for all that one has.”
“If there be a stray flower for me I will wear it in my heart.” “But if there be thorns?” “I will endure them.” “Yes, yes, I know you, modest mendicant, you ask for all that one has.”
“If but once you should raise your loving eyes to my face it would make my life sweet beyond death.” “But if there be only cruel glances?” “I will keep them piercing my heart.” “Yes, yes, I know you, modest mendicant, you ask for all that one has.”
# The Gardener (Tagore)/3

3
In the morning I cast my net into the sea.
I dragged up from the dark abyss things of strange aspect and strange beauty—some shone like a smile, some glistened like tears, and some were flushed like the cheeks of a bride.
When with the day's burden I went home, my love was sitting in the garden idly tearing the leaves of a flower.
I hesitated for a moment, and then placed at her feet all that I had dragged up, and stood silent.
She glanced at them and said, "What strange things are these? I know not of what use they are!"
I bowed my head in shame and thought, "I have not fought for ​these, I did not buy them in the market; they are not fit gifts for her."
Then the whole night through I flung them one by one into the street.
In the morning travellers came; they picked them up and carried them into far countries.
# The Gardener (Tagore)/33

I LOVE you beloved. Forgive me my love. Like a bird losing its way I am caught. When my heart was shaken it lost its veil and was naked. Cover it with pity, beloved, and forgive me my love.
If you cannot live me, beloved, forgive me my pain. Do not look askance at me from afar. I will steal back to my corner and sit in the dark. With both hands I will over my naked shame. Turn your face from me, beloved, and forgive me my pain.
If you love me, beloved, forgive me my joy. When my heart is borne away by the flood of happiness, do not smile at my perilous abandonment. When I sit on my throne and rule you with my tyranny of love, when like a goddess I grant you my favour, bear with my pride, beloved, and forgive me my joy.
# The Gardener (Tagore)/27

“TRUST love even if it brings sorrow. Do not close up your heart.” “Ah no, my dear friend, your words are dark, I cannot understand them.”
“The heart is only for giving away with a tear and a song, my love.” “Ah no, my dear friend, your words are dark, I cannot understand them.”
“Pleasure is frail like a dewdrop, while it laughs it dies. But sorrow is strong and abiding. Let sorrowful love wake in your eyes.” “Ah no, my dear friend, your words are dark, I cannot understand them.”
“The lotus blooms in the sight of the sun, and loses all that it has. It would not remain in bud in the eternal winter mist.” “Ah no, my dear friend, your words are dark, I cannot understand them.”
# The Gardener (Tagore)/28

YOUR questioning eyes are sad. They seek to know my meaning as the moon would fathom the sea. I have bared my life before your eyes from end to end, with nothing hidden or held back. That is why you know me not. If it were only a gem I could break it into a hundred pieces and string them into a chain to put on your neck. It it were only a flower, round and small and sweet, I could pluck it from its stem to set it in your hair. But it is a heart, my beloved. Where are its shores and its bottom? You know not the limits of this kingdom, still you are its queen. It it were only a moment of pleasure it would flower in an easy smile, and you could see it and read it in a moment. If it were merely a pain it would melt in limpid tears, reflecting its inmost secret without a word. But it is love, my beloved. Its pleasure and pain are boundless, and endless its wants and wealth. It is as near to you as your life, but you can nver wholly know it.
# The Gardener (Tagore)/30

You are the evening cloud floating in the sky of my dreams. I paint you and fashion you ever with my love longings. You are my own, my own, Dweller in my endless dreams!
Your feet are rosy-red with the glow of your heart′s desire, Gleaner of my sunset songs! Your lips are bitter-sweet with the taste of my wine of pain. Your are my own, my own, Dweller in my lonesome dreams!
With the shadow of my passion have I darkened your eyes, Haunder of the depth of my gaze! I have caught you and wrapt you, my love, in the net of my music. You are my own, my own, Dweller in my deathless dreams!
# The Gardener (Tagore)/25

“COME to us, youth, tell us truly why there is madness in your eyes?” “I know not what wine of wild poppy I have drunk, that there is this madness in my eyes.” “Ah, shame!” “Well, some are wise and some foolish. some are watchful and some careless. There are eyes that smile and eyes that weep — and madness is in my eyes.”
“Youth, why do you stand so still under the shadow of the tree?” “My feet are languid with the burden of my heart, and I stand still in the shadow.” “Ah, shame!” “Well, some march on their way and some linger, some are free and some are fettered — and my feet are languid with the burden of my heart.”
# The Green Helmet and Other Poems/A Woman Homer Sung

A WOMAN HOMER SUNG
If any man drew near When I was young, I thought, "He holds her dear," And shook with hate and fear. But oh, 't was bitter wrong If he could pass her by With an indifferent eye.
Whereon I wrote and wrought, And now, being gray, I dream that I have brought To such a pitch my thought That coming time can say, "He shadowed in a glass What thing her body was."
For she had fiery blood When I was young, And trod so sweetly proud As 't were upon a cloud, A woman Homer sung, That life and letters seem But an heroic dream.
# The Green Helmet and Other Poems/Against Unworthy Praise

AGAINST UNWORTHY PRAISE
O heart, be at peace, because Nor knave nor dolt can break What's not for their applause, Being for a woman's sake. Enough if the work has seemed, So did she your strength renew, A dream that a lion had dreamed Till the wilderness cried aloud, A secret between you two, Between the proud and the proud.
What, still you would have their praise! But here's a haughtier text, The labyrinth of her days That her own strangeness perplexed;
And how what her dreaming gave Earned slander, ingratitude, From self-same dolt and knave; Aye, and worse wrong than these. Yet she, singing upon her road, Half lion, half child, is at peace.
# The Green Helmet and Other Poems/A Drinking Song

A DRINKING SONG
Wine comes in at the mouth And love comes in at the eye; That's all we shall know for truth Before we grow old and die. I lift the glass to my mouth, I look at you, and I sigh.
# The Green Helmet and Other Poems/A Friend's Illness

A FRIEND'S ILLNESS
Sickness brought me this Thought, in that scale of his: Why should I be dismayed Though flame had burned the whole World, as it were a coal, Now I have seen it weighed Against a soul?
# The Green Helmet and Other Poems

THE GREEN HELMET AND
OTHER POEMS
BY
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS
NEW YORK
THE MACMILLAN COMPANY
LONDON: MACMILLAN & CO., Ltd.
1912
All rights reserved
Copyright, 1911, by
William Butler Yeats
Copyright, 1912, by
The Macmillan Co.
Set up and electrotyped. Published October, 1912
This work is in the public domain in the United States because it was published before January 1, 1929.
The longest-living author of this work died in 1939, so this work is in the public domain in countries and areas where the copyright term is the author's life plus 84 years or less. This work may be in the public domain in countries and areas with longer native copyright terms that apply the rule of the shorter term to foreign works.
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# The Green Helmet and Other Poems/A Lyric from an Unpublished Play

A LYRIC FROM AN UNPUBLISHED PLAY
"Put off that mask of burning gold With emerald eyes." "O no, my dear, you make so bold To find if hearts be wild and wise, And yet not cold."
"I would but find what's there to find, Love or deceit." "It was the mask engaged your mind, And after set your heart to beat, Not what's behind."
"But lest you are my enemy, I must enquire." "O no, my dear, let all that be, What matter, so there is but fire In you, in me?"
# The Encyclopedia Americana (1920)/Cattell, James McKeen

Edition of 1920. See also James McKeen Cattell on Wikipedia, and the disclaimer.
CATTELL, James McKeen, American psychologist: b. Easton, Pa., 25 May 1860. He was graduated at Lafayette College in 1880, and studied at Leipzig, Paris, Geneva and Göttingen. He was assistant under Wundt at the University of Leipzig, professor
of pyschology in the University of Pennsylvania in 1888-91 and professor of experimental psychology in Columbia University 1891-96; from 1896 to 1902 head of the department of anthropology, and from 1902 to 1905 professor in the department of philosophy. He resigned in 1917. He is coeditor of the Psychological Review and Science, and The American Naturalist.
# The Encyclopedia Americana (1920)/Cave-bear

Edition of 1920. See also Cave bear on Wikipedia, and the disclaimer.
CAVE-BEAR, an extinct species of European bear closely allied to the living grizzly, but attaining a large size. Its remains are found in bone-beds in caverns, whence the name. The habits of the animal were probably not different from those of modern bears. The cave-bear of South America is a different animal. Both species are found in the larger caverns of North and South America. See Bears.
# The Encyclopedia Americana (1920)/Cave Men

Edition of 1920. See also Caveman on Wikipedia, and the disclaimer.
CAVE MEN, are literally men who have occupied, or do occupy, caves as residences. In popular use the term most often refers to the prehistoric time, when primitive men dwelt in the shelter of overhanging rocks and cavern roofs, because they had not yet learned how to build houses. This is the fact in a certain early stage of primitive culture; and it will be
found treated in its proper historic place in the article Stone Age. For the human occupation of caves for residence and various other purposes within historic times see Cave Dwellers.
# The Encyclopedia Americana (1920)/Cattell, Henry Ware

Edition of 1920. See also the disclaimer.
CATTELL, Henry Ware, American pathologist: b. Harrisburg, Pa., 7 Oct. 1862. After studies at Lafayette College and at the universities of Leipzig, Pennsylvania and Freiburg (Baden), he was appointed demonstrator of morbid anatomy at the University of Pennsylvania 1892-97, and director of the Ayer Chemical Laboratory in the Pennsylvania hospital. He was consulting pathologist to numerous Philadelphia hospitals and professional expert in several criminal cases. Besides editing the International Medical Magazine (1894-97); International Clinics (1900-03) and again after 1910; Medical Notes and Queries (after 1905); ‘Lippincott's Medical Dictionary’ (1910; 3d ed., 1913), he translated Ziegler's ‘Special Pathological Anatomy’ (1899-97). His published works include ‘Notes on Demonstrations in Morbid Anatomy’ (1899-1901); ‘Post Mortem Pathology’ (1903; 3d ed, 1906); ‘606’ (1910).
# The Encyclopedia Americana (1920)/Cave-Temple

Edition of 1920. See also Indian rock-cut architecture on Wikipedia, and the disclaimer.
CAVE-TEMPLE, a cave used as a temple; but the name is especially applied to temples excavated in the solid rock such as exist in considerable numbers in India.
# The Encyclopedia Americana (1920)/Caveat

Edition of 1920. See also Patent caveat on Wikipedia, and the disclaimer.
CAVEAT, kā'vē-ăt (Lat. “let him beware”), in law, a notice served on a public officer or court to refrain from doing a certain act without first giving notice to the caveator, as the person is termed who enters the caveat. Perhaps the best known use of the caveat in the United States is its entry by an inventor in the Patent Office for the purpose of establishing his claim to priority of invention, by enjoining its officers from issuing letters patent for any invention interfering with or infringing the rights claimed by the caveator without first giving him notice of the application for such letters patent. The terms of the caveat must set forth the claims of the inventor and the details of his invention with sufficient particularity to enable the officials of the Patent Office to determine whether a subsequent application for letters falls within the claims of the first inventor. If such is the case the caveator is entitled to notice of such interfering application, and the new applicant's claim to letters is suspended for three months, during which period the caveator must complete his specifications and file his own application for letters patent. If no interfering application is filed, the caveator's rights remain valid for one year, and may be renewed at the end of that term, for one year more, on payment of a second fee. The law providing for the filing of caveats was repealed by Congress in 1910. Other uses of the caveat are to prohibit (without notice to the caveator) the admission of a will to probate, the enrolment of a decree in chancery, the grant of letters testamentary to an executor, the issuing of a commission de lunatico inquirendo, etc On the filing of such a caveat and due notice being served thereunder, a hearing is had before a competent tribunal for the determination of the rights in the matter. (See Patents). Consult ‘Rules of United States Patent Office’; Merwin, ‘Patentability of Inventions’ (Boston 1883); Luby, ‘Patent Office Practice’ (Kalamazoo 1897).
# The Encyclopedia Americana (1920)/Cattegat

Edition of 1920. See also Kattegat on Wikipedia, and the disclaimer.
CATTEGAT, or KATTEGAT, a gulf of the North Sea, between North Jutland to the west, Sweden to the east, and the Danish islands of Zealand, Funen, etc., to the south; and by joining the Skagerrak on the west and the Little and Great Belts and the Sound on the east, forming the middle link in the chain of waters connecting the Baltic with the North Sea. It is about 150 miles from north to south; its greatest breadth about 90. It is difficult of navigation, being not only shallow toward the shores, and irregular in depth, but obstructed by several sand-banks, and the adverse winds which often prevail here increase the danger. The Cattegat is noted for its herring-fishery. It contains the islands Samsöe, Anholt, Lessöe and Hertzholm.
# The Harp-Weaver/The doctor asked her

XVI
The doctor asked her what she wanted done With him, that could not lie there many days. And she was shocked to see how life goes on Even after death, in irritating ways; And mused how if he had not died at all 'Twould have been easier—then there need not be The stiff disorder of a funeral Everywhere, and the hideous industry, And crowds of people calling her by name And questioning her, she'd never seen before, But only watching by his bed once more And sitting silent if a knocking came . . . She said at length, feeling the doctor's eyes, "I don’t know what you do exactly when a person dies."
# The Harp-Weaver/The Cairn

THE CAIRN
When I think of the little children learning In all the schools of the world, Learning in Danish, learning in Japanese That two and two are four, and where the rivers of the world Rise, and the names of the mountains and the principal cities, My heart breaks. Come up, children! Toss your little stones gaily On the great cairn of Knowledge! (Where lies what Euclid knew, a little gray stone, What Plato, what Pascal, what Galileo: Little gray stones, little gray stones on a cairn.) Tell me, what is the name of the highest mountain? Name me a crater of fire! a peak of snow! Name me the mountains on the moon! But the name of the mountain that you climb all day, Ask not your teacher that.
# The Harp-Weaver/The Concert

THE CONCERT
No, I will go alone. I will come back when it’s over. Yes, of course I love you. No, it will not be long. Why may you not come with me?— You are too much my lover. You would put yourself Between me and song.
If I go alone, Quiet and suavely clothed, My body will die in its chair, And over my head a flame, A mind that is twice my own, Will mark with icy mirth The wise advance and retreat Of armies without a country, Storming a nameless gate, Hurling terrible javelins down From the shouting walls of a singing town Where no women wait!
Armies clean of love and hate, Marching lines of pitiless sound Climbing hills to the sun and hurling Golden spears to the ground! Up the lines a silver runner Bearing a banner whereon is scored The milk and steel of a bloodless wound Healed at length by the sword!
You and I have nothing to do with music. We may not make of music a filigree frame, Within which you and I, Tenderly glad we came, Sit smiling, hand in hand.
Come now, be content. I will come back to you, I swear I will; And you will know me still. I shall be only a little taller Than when I went.