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# The Poetical Writings of Fitz-Greene Halleck/To Mrs. Barnes

TO MRS. BARNES, THE ACTRESS.
ear Ma’am—we seldom take the pen To praise, for whim and jest our trade is; We’re used to deal with gentlemen, To spatter folly’s skirts, and then We’re somewhat bashful with the ladies.
Nor is it meant to give advice; We dare not take so much upon us; But merely wish, in phrase concise, To beg you, Ma’am, and Mr. Price, For God’s sake, to have mercy on us!
Oh! wave again thy wand of power, No more in melodramas whine, Nor toil Aladdin’s lamp to scour, Nor dance fandangoes by the hour To Morgiana’s tambourine!
Think, Lady, what we’re doomed to feel— By Heaven! ’twould rouse the wrath of Stoics, To see the queen of sorrows deal
In thundering “lofty-low” by Shiell, Or mad Maturin’s mock-heroics.
Away with passion’s withering kiss, A purer spell be thine to win us; Unlock the fount of holiness While gentle Pity weeps in bliss, And hearts throb sweetly sad within us.
Or call those smiles again to thee That shone upon the lip that won them, Like sun-drops on a summer-sea, When waters ripple pleasantly To wanton winds that flutter o’er them.
When Pity wears her willow-wreath, Let Desdemona’s woes be seen; Sweet Beverly’s confiding faith, Or Juliet, loving on in death, Or uncomplaining Imogen.
When wit and mirth their temples bind With thistle-shafts o’erhung with flowers, Then quaint and merry Rosalind, Beatrice with her April mind And Dinah’s simple heart be ours.
For long thy modest orb has been Eclipsed by heartless, cold parade;
So sinks the light of evening’s queen When the dull earth intrudes between, Her beauties from the sun to shade.
Let Fashion’s worthless plaudits rise At the deep tone and practised start; Be thine true feeling’s stifled sighs, Tears wrung from stern and stubborn eyes, And smiles that sparkle from the heart.
H. and D.
# The Poetical Writings of Fitz-Greene Halleck/To Simon

TO SIMON, THE OMNIPOTENT AND OMNIPRESENT CATERER FOR FASHIONABLE SUPPER-PARTIES.
ear Simon! Prince of pastry-cooks, Oysters, and ham, and cold neat’s tongue, Pupil of Mitchill’s cookery-books, And bosom friend of old and young! Sure from some higher, brighter sphere In showers of gravy thou wert hurled, To aid our routs and parties here, And grace the fashionable world!
Taught by thy art, we closely follow And ape the English lords and misses; For music, we’ve the Black Apollo, And Mrs. Poppleton for kisses. We borrow all the rest, you know, Our glass from Christie for the time, Plate from our friends to make a show, And cash, to pay small bills from Prime.
What though old Squaretoes will not bless thee— He fears your power and dreads your bill; Mother and her dear girls caress thee, And pat thy cheek, and praise thee still.
Oh, Simon! how we envy thee, When belles that long have frowned on all, Greet thee with smiles, and bend the knee, To beg you’ll help them “give a ball!”
Though it is ungenteel to think, For thought affects the nerves and brain! Yet oft we think of thee, and drink Thy health in Lynch’s best champagne. ’Tis pity that thy signal merit Should slumber in so low a station; Act, Simon, like a lad of spirit, And thou, in time, mayst rule the nation!
Break up your Saturdays “at home,” Cut Guinea and your sable clan, Buy a new eye-glass and become A dandy and a gentleman. You must speak French, and make a bow, Ten lessons are enough for that; And Leavenworth will teach you how To wear your corsets and cravat.
Knock all your chambers into one, Hire fiddlers, glasses, Barons too, And then invite the whole haut-ton; Ask Hosack, he can tell you who. The great that are, and—wish to be, Within your brilliant rooms will meet,
And belles of high and low degree, From Broadway up to Cherry Street.
This will insure you free admission To all our routs, for years to come; And when you die, a long procession Of dandies shall surround your tomb. We’ll raise an almond statue where In dust your honored head reposes; Mothers shall lead their daughters there, And bid them twine your bust with roses.
H. and D.
# The New York Times/1918/06/01/Queer Epidemic Sweeps North China

Published Saturday, June 1, 1918
Banks and Silk Stores in Peking Closed—Another Loan Sought from Japan.
Copyright, 1918, by The New York Times Company.
Special Cable to The New York Times.
PEKING, May 31.—A curious epidemic resembling influenza is sweeping over North China. There are 20,000 cases in Tientsin and thousands in Peking, where the banks and silk stores have been closed down for several days in large sections, the police being unable to attend to their duties. Fortunately, the sickness is not fatal, and it runs its course in four days.
The Government is in urgent need of money and is negotiating with Japan for another loan.
Chang Huai-chi, whose troops were recently defeated by the rebels in the south, and who resigned, has consented to return to the front.
# The New York Times/1918/06/27/Spanish Influenza Is Raging in the German Army; Grip and Typhus Also Prevalent Among Soldiers

Published Thursday, June 27, 1918
LONDON, June 26.—Influenza is now epidemic all along the German front, according to advices received from the Dutch frontier, and the prevalence of this ailment is said to be hampering the preparations for offensive operations.
The proportion of men sent to hospitals on account of influenza has risen rapidly in all the German units in the last few days, and special hospitals are being established in the rear areas dealing solely with this disease.
Thus far only the more serious cases have been sent to the hospitals, but the German army doctors say that, unless even the light cases are removed from the units, it will be difficult to prevent further spread of the epidemic.
The disease prevalent in the German Army is reported to be of the new Spanish type, which recently broke out in Berlin and other German cities, and is presumed to have been brought to the trenches by men returning from leave.
In the German cities the disease has been very hard to deal with owing to the shortage of doctors and the conditions of undernutrition among the city populations.
WITH THE BRITISH ARMY IN FRANCE, June 26, (Associated Press.)—German troops on the western front are suffering from an epidemic of grip, which incapacitates them for a week or ten days. There are also many cases of typhus and dysentery within the German lines southwest of Lille.
There is no evidence, however, that these illnesses are responsible for the delay of the new offensive. It is believed that the German High Command has nearly completed its preparations for the next great attack against the allied front.
[The prevalence of influenza and dysentery among the German troops on the western front was reported by Philip Gibbs in The Times of Tuesday last.]
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# The New York Times/1918/06/22/Disease Ravages Rumania

Published Saturday, June 22, 1918
DISEASE RAVAGES RUMANIA.
Medicines Sought in Germany to Curb Maladies Due to War.
AMSTERDAM, June 21.—Rumania is negotiating with Germany for large quantities of chemical preparation and other medical materials to combat diseases growing out of war conditions, which are raging with disastrous results in Rumanian territory, according to the Berlin Vossische Zeitung.
The population in some districts affected by the widespread wave of disease has been decimated, the newspaper says.
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# The New York Times/1918/06/25/Dysentery and Influenza Weaken German Army As Hopes of a West Front Victory Are Waning

Published Tuesday, June 25, 1918
By PHILIP GIBBS.
Copyright, 1918, by The New York Times Company
Special Cable to The New York Times.
WAR CORRESPONDENTS' HEADQUARTERS, June 24.—The Germans lost heavily in a raid carried out this morning by British troops between Fletre and Strazeele. They put up a fierce resistance, and over 100 of them were killed in their trenches in the close fighting, as well as by the British bombardment. Fifty prisoners were brought back and three machine guns.
Other small raids were made by the British elsewhere, resulting in prisoners being brought in.
The enemy is not happy, either with his present conditions in the line or with the prospects of another offensive, which many of the Germans believe they will be called on to make soon. It is obvious that the great hopes they had before March 21 have frittered out, owing to the way their army has been checked and held on all sides. The most optimistic of them still believe they have a last supreme chance of gaining a decision this year, but I doubt whether this belief is widespread among the men now in or near the line.
Their health does not seem of the best just now, and they are said to be suffering to some extent from a kind of influenza, to which they are perhaps rendered more liable by their restricted rations. Dysentery also has touched them, according to information that has reached us. This sickness is not, in my opinion, accountable for the delay in launching a new offensive, but may have some effect on the fighting quality of the enemy.
The weather will not help him. It has been raining steadily, and seems likely to continue wet. Given another week of this, and the ground becomes bogged, as in the old days of Flanders, and the Allies will gain further time, while their reserves grow in strength.
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# The Princess Casamassima (3 volumes, London & New York: Macmillan & Co., 1886)/Volume 1/Book 2

BOOK SECOND
* Chapter 12
* Chapter 13
* Chapter 14
* Chapter 15
Book 2 continues in Volume 2.
# The Phantom ’Rickshaw

* "The Phantom ’Rickshaw" in Quartette (1885).
* "The Phantom ’Rickshaw", in The Phantom Rickshaw and Other Tales (1890)
# The Phenomena and Diosemeia of Aratus

THE
PHENOMENA AND DIOSEMEIA
OF
ARATUS,
TRANSLATED INTO ENGLISH VERSE, WITH NOTES,
BY
JOHN LAMB, D.D.
MASTER OF CORPUS CHRISTI COLLEGE, CAMBRIDGE, AND DEAN OF BRISTOL.
LONDON: JOHN W. PARKER, WEST STRAND.
M.DCCC.XLVIII.
* The Life of Aratus
* On the Celestial Sphere
* Phenomena
* Diosemeia
* Notes
Erratum:
Page 40, line 200, for Cythia read Cynthia.
Cambridge: Printed at the University Press.
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# The Queen's Court Manuscript with Other Ancient Bohemian Poems/The Nosegay

THE NOSEGAY.
From the tall princely forests the light wind doth blow, The maiden belov’d to the streamlet doth go, With iron-shod pail scoops the waves as they fleet, A nosegay there floats on the waves to her feet, A nosegay of roses and violets sweet. The maiden she reaches the nosegay to hold, But she falls, ah! she falls in the water so cold! O did I, fair nosegay, O did I but know, Who, who was the planter that made thee to grow, A bright golden ring I'd upon him bestow! O knew I, thou nosegay, so sweet and so fair, Who chose thee and pluck'd thee and bound thee with care, I'd give him, I'd give him the pin from my hair! O did I, fair nosegay, O did I but know, Who gave thee to float on the waters that flow, The wreath from my head I'd upon him bestow.”
# The Queen's Museum

* The queen's museum, New York (privately printed). 1937
* "The Queen's Museum" in The Bee-man of Orn, and other fanciful tales, C. Scribner's Sons. 1923
# The Queen (magazine)

British society magazine founded under the title The Queen by Samuel Beeton in 1861. In 1958, the "The" was dropped, giving it the title Queen. From 1970 it was known as Harper's & Queen. Eventually the word Queen was dropped from the masthead. It continues today as Harper's Bazaar.
# The Queen's Court Manuscript with Other Ancient Bohemian Poems/The Rose

THE ROSE.
O thou Rose , thou lovely Rose! Why thus early bloom 'st thou bright? Why doth frost thy young bloom smite? Why frost-stricken fad’st in sight? Why, when faded, fallst thou light?
Long time I sate at even late Till cock-crowing alone, Nor longer could I aught await; The pine-torch all was gone.
I slept, I dream’d, it to me seem’d, Ah me! unhappy maid! The gold ring from my finger fell, That my right hand displayed.
Out slipp’d the costly stone of price, That in the ring should be; The precious stone I never found, No lover came to me!
# The Queen's Court Manuscript with Other Ancient Bohemian Poems/The Stag

THE STAG.
There courses a stag through the land so wide, And o’er the mountains free; O’er hill and dale he bounds along, His antlers are fair to see. With the antlers fair, that his brow doth bear, Thro’ the thick wood bursts his way, And on his feet, that are so fleet, Doth in the forest play.
There paces a youth on the mountains high, Thro’ the vales to war he goes, Proud weapons on his shoulders bears, With weapons strong bursts through the throng And close array of foes.
No more ’s the youth on the mountain high; With craft his savage foe Doth on him spring; his look is dark, His eyes with fury glow. With heavy axe he smites his breast, The woods with sorrow sigh;
He drives forth the soul, the gentle soul, That thro’ the long and slender neck At the fair lips out doth fly.
Ah! there he lies! the warm blood flows After the soul that ’s gone; The waste earth drinks the warm, warm blood, And every maid for the youth low-laid In sad heart makes her moan.
Low lies the youth in the cold, cold earth, An oak grows o’er his grave, And far and wide on ev’ry side Its branches it doth wave.
On goes the stag with antlers fair, On his quick feet he doth bound, And reaches with long and slender neck The leaves that grow around.
Together swift-wing’d sparrow-hawks From all the forest fly, And on that oak they sit and scream, That all may hear the cry: “By wrath of foeman low was laid “A youth bemoan'd of ev'ry maid!”
# The Queen's Court Manuscript with Other Ancient Bohemian Poems/The Strawberries

THE STRAWBERRIES.
My love went gath’ring strawberries, Where green the pine-trees grow; Her tender foot a thorn hath pierced, That grew so sharp below, And now my true-love can no more Upon her white foot go.
O why hast thou, thou thorn so sharp, Thus wrought the maiden pain? For this shalt thou, thou thorn so sharp, Out of the wood be ta’en.
O come, my love, into the shade, All under the greenwood tree! I’ll to the meadow go and fetch My steed so white to see.
The steed upon the meadow roams, On the thick grass feedeth he; My love’s beneath the cool, cool shade, For her lover tarries she.
My love in the pine-wood half aloud ’Gins plaining, as afraid: “O what will mother say to me, “To me, unhappy maid!
“My mother bade me evermore “Of young men to beware, “But why of young men heedful be, “When they good people are?”
Then up I rode upon my steed, Like snow that was so white, Dismounted, tied him to a branch By the silver bridle bright.
I clasp’d and press’d her to my heart, I kiss’d her lips so sweet, And the lovely maid forgets the thorn, That pains her tender feet.
We kiss’d and lov’d each other there, Till the setting of the sun: “Come, hasten homewards, love,” she said; “The day is almost done.”
Then quick I sprang upon my steed, That was as white as snow, I took my true-love in my arms, And with her home did go.
# The Queen's Court Manuscript with Other Ancient Bohemian Poems/The Lark

THE LARK.
All in a lordly garden ground Is weeding hemp a maid, A Lark addresses her and asks, Why sad, and why afraid?
‘O how can I then joyful be, Thou pretty little lark? My lover they have ta’en from me, And shut in dungeon dark.
‘O had I, had I but a pen, A letter I would write, And thou my messenger should’st be, And with it take thy flight.
‘But I’ve no paper, I’ve no pen, A letter to essay, So greet and tell my love in song, That here I pine away.’
# The Queen (Shorter)

“I saw her many years ago, my gladness and my grief.”
* Shorter, Dora Sigerson (1918), "The Queen" in The Sad Years
* Shorter, Dora Sigerson (1922), "The Queen" in The Tricolour: Poems of the Irish Revolution
# The Queen's Court Manuscript with Other Ancient Bohemian Poems/Zbyhon

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ZBYHON.
From tree to tree a pigeon flew, And his woeful grief to the wood did coo: “Thou forest wide, I roam’d in thee “With the dove, that dearest was to me, “But cruel Zbyhon doth seize and keep “My dove in yon castle strong and steep.” A youth round the castle strong doth go, And sighs for his own true-love in woe; Then on to the rock; and sitting there With the dumb wood mourns in mute despair. Sad coos the pigeon, as up he flies, The youth to him lifts his head and cries: “Thou woeful pigeon, that lone dost mourn, “A hawk perchance thy mate hath torn.
“Thou, Zbyhon, in yon castle steep, “My dear, my darling love dost keep, “In yon castle strong, yon castle steep. “Thou, pigeon, with the hawk had'st striven, “Had a valiant heart to thee been given, “Thou had’st reft from the hawk thy mate with might, “Had’st thou had talons sharp to fight; “Thou had’st slain the cruel hawk, I ween, “Had thine a beak flesh-rending been. “Up, woeful youth! ’gainst Zbyhon go! “Thine a brave heart against the foe! “Thine weapons keen and strong for fight! “An iron mace his head to smite!” Down speeds the youth thro’ the darksome wood, Shoulders his mace, dons his armour good, Thro’ the dark wood hastes to the castle steep, Arrives at night;—all, all asleep; With strong fist knocks. “Who’s there?” they cried; “A hunter benighted.” The gate spreads wide. Knocks again. The next door is undone at his call; “Where, where is Lord Zbyhon?” “Beyond the great hall”—
Lustful Zbyhon is there, there the maid makes her moan— “Ope, ope to the hunter!” The door’s not undone. With his mace the strong youth breaks open the door, ’Neath his mace Lord Zbyhon lies dead on the floor. He storms thro’ the castle, and all doth slay, With his lovely maid till morn doth stay. Thro’ the tree-tops cometh the morning sun, New joy’s in the heart of the youth begun, That his own bright maid in all her charms He cradles fond in his mighty arms. “Whose dove?” “Her Zbyhon did seize and keep, “When he brought me here to the castle steep.” “Away to the woods!” To the wood she flew, And flutter’d here and there anew, From tree to tree with her consort fleet, And on one branch they slumber’d sweet. Glad smiles the maid at her lover's side, Together at will they wander wide, The bridegroom and his rescued bride.
* ↑ This poem must be ascribed to an early period, if it be but on account of the mention of the mace (mlat, see Note B), which was no longer in use, as a weapon, in the thirteenth century. It is found in the Queen’s Court Manuscript, Book iii, chap. 28 , and headed, “Begins the 28th chapter of the third book about songs.”
* ↑ Vladyka Zbyhon. See Note C.
# The Philippine Islands, 1493–1898/Volume 9

THE PHILIPPINE ISLANDS
1493–1898
The PHILIPPINE ISLANDS 1493–1898
Explorations by Early Navigators, Descriptions of the Islands and their Peoples, their History and Records of the Catholic Missions, as related in contemporaneous Books and Manuscripts, showing the Political, Economic, Commercial and Religious Conditions of those Islands from their earliest relations with European Nations to the close of the Nineteenth Century
TRANSLATED FROM THE ORIGINALS
Edited and annotated by Emma Helen Blair and James Alexander Robertson, with historical introduction and additional notes by Edward Gaylord Bourne. With maps, portraits and other illustrations
Volume IX—1593–1597
The Arthur H. Clark Company Cleveland, Ohio MCMIV
COPYRIGHT 1904 THE ARTHUR H. CLARK COMPANY ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
CONTENTS OF VOLUME IX
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# The Philippine Islands, 1493–1898/Volume 9/Decree for despatch of missionaries

The King: To Gómez Pérez Dasmariñas, knight of the order of Santiago, my governor and captain-general of the Filipinas Islands. After reading what you wrote me recently in regard to the need of those islands for religious to carry out our obligation to the conversion and instruction of the natives, I have ordered the needful despatch put thereto, so that at the present one hundred religious are going there—to wit, forty Augustinians, twenty-four Dominicans, eighteen descalced Franciscans, and eighteen of the Society. Furthermore, additional missionaries shall be sent until the need is met. Now because I have learned that better results will be obtained by assigning each order to a district by itself, and more emulation will ensue among them without their embarrassing one another, or their work overlapping, as might happen if they were assigned to districts regardless of order, I command you, together with the bishop of those islands, to divide the provinces, for the said instruction and conversion, among the religious of the orders, in such a manner that where Augustinians go there shall be no Franciscans, nor religious of the Society where there are Dominicans. Thus you will proceed, assigning each ​order to its province; taking note that the province allotted to the Society must have the same manner of instruction as the others; for this same obligation rests upon them there as upon the others, and it does not at all differ from them. Given at Aranjuez, April 27, one thousand five hundred and ninety-four.
I the King
Countersigned by Don Luis de Salazar and approved by the Council.
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# The Philippine Islands, 1493–1898/Volume 9/Coat-of-arms of the city of Manila

Don Philipe, by the grace of God, etc.
Inasmuch as you, Captain Agustin de Arce, in the capacity of procurador-general of the Filipinas Islands, have informed me that the inhabitants of the city of Manila did render me service in its discovery, and remain there continuing this work; and inasmuch as you have entreated me—in consideration of the said facts, and because the said city of Manila is the capital and principal city of the said islands, and it was therefore commanded that an audiencia be again established there, and its cathedral church elevated into a metropolitan church, by which the city will be ennobled—that I should order a coat-of-arms to be bestowed upon the city, such as is possessed by other cities of the Indias; and considering that my council on the affairs of the Indias, after consultation with me, has favored the above request; it has seemed to me fitting to grant it. By these presents I assign, as the special coat-of-arms of the said city of Manila in the Filipinas Islands, a shield which shall have in the center of its upper part a golden castle on a red field, closed by a blue door and windows, and which shall be surmounted by a crown; and in the lower half on a blue field a half lion and half dolphin of silver, armed and langued gules—that is to say, with ​red nails and tongue. The said lion shall hold in his paw a sword with guard and hilt. This coat-of-arms shall be made similar to the accompanying shield, painted as is indicated above.
Coat-of-arms of the city of Manila (two representations)
[From MSS. (dated 1683 and 1748) in Archivo general de Indias, Sevilla]
​Manila in the Filipinas Islands, so that they be allowed to place and possess them in the said city. And I order that no obstruction or impediment be offered to this concession or to any part of it, and that no one shall consent to place any obstruction whatever thereto, under penalty of my displeasure, and of a fine of ten thousand maravedis, to be paid to my exchequer, laid upon any person who shall act contrary to this order. Given in Aranxuez, on the twentieth day of March, one thousand five hundred and ninety-six.
I the King
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