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# The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar/To The Eastern Shore

TO THE EASTERN SHORE
I 's feelin' kin' o' lonesome in my little room to-night,  An' my min 's done los' de minutes an' de miles, Wile it teks me back a-flyin' to de country of delight,  Whaih de Chesapeake goes grumblin' er wid smiles.  Oh, de ol' plantation 's callin' to me, Come, come back,  Hyeah 's de place fu' you to labouh an' to res', 'Fu my sandy roads is gleamin' w'ile de city ways is black;  Come back, honey, case yo' country home is bes'.
I know de moon is shinin' down erpon de Eastern sho',  An' de bay 's a-sayin' "Howdy" to de lan'; An' de folks is all a-settin' out erroun' de cabin do',  Wid dey feet a-restin' in de silvah san';  An' de ol' plantation 's callin' to me, Come, oh, come,  F'om de life dat 's des' a-waihin' you erway, F'om de trouble an' de bustle, an' de agernizin' hum  Dat de city keeps ergoin' all de day.
I 's tiahed of de city, tek me back to Sandy Side,  Whaih de po'est ones kin live an' play an' eat; Whaih we draws a simple livin' f'om de fo'est an' de tide,  An' de days ah faih, an' evah night is sweet.  Fu' de ol' plantation 's callin' to me, Come, oh, come.  An' de Chesapeake 's a-sayin' "Dat's de t'ing,"  W'ile my little cabin beckons, dough his mouf is closed an' dumb,  I 's a-comin, an' my hea't begins to sing.
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 Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar/To The Road

TO THE ROAD
Cool is the wind, for the summer is waning,  Who 's for the road? Sun-flecked and soft, where the dead leaves are raining,  Who 's for the road? Knapsack and alpenstock press hand and shoulder, Prick of the brier and roll of the boulder; This be your lot till the season grow older;  Who 's for the road?
Up and away in the hush of the morning,  Who 's for the road? Vagabond he, all conventions a-scorning,  Who 's for the road? Music of warblers so merrily singing, Draughts from the rill from the roadside up-springing, Nectar of grapes from the vines lowly swinging,  These on the road.
Now every house is a hut or a hovel,  Come to the road: Mankind and moles in the dark love to grovel,  But to the road. Throw off the loads that are bending you double; Love is for life, only labor is trouble; Truce to the town, whose best gift is a bubble:  Come to the road!
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 Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar/To Dan

TO DAN
Step me now a bridal measure, Work give way to love and leisure, Hearts be free and hearts be gay— Doctor Dan doth wed to-day.
Diagnosis, cease your squalling— Check that scalpel's senseless bawling, Put that ugly knife away— Doctor Dan doth wed to-day.
'Tis no time for things unsightly, Life's the day and life goes lightly; Science lays aside her sway— Love rules Dr. Dan to-day.
Gather, gentlemen and ladies, For the nuptial feast now made is, Swing your garlands, chant your lay For the pair who wed to-day.
Wish them happy days and many, Troubles few and griefs not any, Lift your brimming cups and say God bless them who wed to-day.
Then a cup to Cupid daring, Who for conquest ever faring, With his arrows dares assail E'en a doctor's coat of mail.
So with blithe and happy hymning And with harmless goblets brimming, Dance a step—musicians play— Doctor Dan doth wed to-day.
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 Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar/To E. H. K.

TO E. H. K.
 ON THE RECEIPT OF A FAMILIAR POEM
To me, like hauntings of a vagrant breath  From some far forest which I once have known,  The perfume of this flower of verse is blown. Tho' seemingly soul-blossoms faint to death, Naught that with joy she bears e'er withereth.  So, tho' the pregnant years have come and flown, Lives come and gone and altered like mine own, This poem comes to me a shibboleth: Brings sound of past communings to my ear,  Turns round the tide of time and bears me back  Along an old and long untraversed way; Makes me forget this is a later year,  Makes me tread o'er a reminiscent track,  Half sad, half glad, to one forgotten day!
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 Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar/To The Miami

TO THE MIAMI
Kiss me, Miami, thou most constant one!  I love thee more for that thou changest not. When Winter comes with frigid blast, Or when the blithesome Spring is past  And Summer's here with sunshine hot, Or in sere Autumn, thou has still the pow'r To charm alike, whate'er the hour.
Kiss me, Miami, with thy dewy lips;  Throbs fast my heart e'en as thine own breast beats. My soul doth rise as rise thy waves, As each on each the dark shore laves  And breaks in ripples and retreats. There is a poem in thine every phase; Thou still has sung through all thy days.
Tell me, Miami, how it was with thee  When years ago Tecumseh in his prime His birch boat o'er thy waters sent, And pitched upon thy banks his tent.  In that long-gone, poetic time, Did some bronze bard thy flowing stream sit by And sing thy praises, e'en as I?
Did some bronze lover 'neath this dark old tree  Whisper of love unto his Indian maid? And didst thou list his murmurs deep, And in thy bosom safely keep  The many raging vows they said? Or didst thou tell to fish and frog and bird The raptured scenes that there occurred?
But, O dear stream, what volumes thou couldst tell  To all who know thy language as I do, Of life and love and jealous hate! But now to tattle were too late,—  Thou who hast ever been so true. Tell not to every passing idler here All those sweet tales that reached thine ear.
But, silent stream, speak out and tell me this:  I say that men and things are still the same; Were men as bold to do and dare? Were women then as true and fair?  Did poets seek celestial flame, The hero die to gain a laureled brow, And women suffer, then as now?
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 Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar/To J. Q.

TO J. Q.
What are the things that make life bright?  A star gleam in the night. What hearts us for the coming fray?  The dawn tints of the day. What helps to speed the weary mile?  A brother's friendly smile. What turns o' gold the evening gray?  A flower beside the way.
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 Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar/To Louise

TO LOUISE
Oh, the poets may sing of their Lady Irenes, And may rave in their rhymes about wonderful queens; But I throw my poetical wings to the breeze, And soar in a song to my Lady Louise. A sweet little maid, who is dearer, I ween, Than any fair duchess, or even a queen. When speaking of her I can't plod in my prose, For she 's the wee lassie who gave me a rose.
Since poets, from seeing a lady's lip curled, Have written fair verse that has sweetened the world; Why, then, should not I give the space of an hour To making a song in return for a flower? I have found in my life—it has not been so long— There are too few of flowers—too little of song. So out of that blossom, this lay of mine grows, For the dear little lady who gave me the rose.
I thank God for innocence, dearer than Art, That lights on a by-way which leads to the heart, And led by an impulse no less than divine, Walks into the temple and sits at the shrine. I would rather pluck daisies that grow in the wild, Or take one simple rose from the hand of a child, Then to breathe the rich fragrance of flowers that bide In the gardens of luxury, passion, and pride.
I know not, my wee one, how came you to know Which way to my heart was the right way to go; Unless in your purity, soul-clean and clear, God whispers his messages into your ear. You have now had my song, let me end with a prayer That your life may be always sweet, happy, and fair; That your joys may be many, and absent your woes, O dear little lady who gave me the rose!
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 Confessions of Jean Jacques Rousseau (Aldus)

London: Privately Printed for the Members of the Aldus Society, 1903

## The Complete Confessions of Jean-Jacques Rousseau

(In 12 books)
London, 1903
* Introduction - S.W. Orson
* Book I
* Book II
* Book III
* Book IV
* Book V
* Book VI
* Book VII
* Book VIII
* Book IX
* Book X
* Book XI
* Book XII
This work is a translation and has a separate copyright status to the applicable copyright protections of the original content.
# The Clandestine Marriage/Prologue

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PROLOGUE.
Written by Mr. GARRICK.
Spoken by Mr. HOLLAND.
POETS and Painters, who from Nature draw Their beſt and richeſt Stores, have made this Law: That each ſhould neighbourly aſſiſt his Brother, And ſteal with Decency from one another. To-night, your matchleſs Hogarth gives the Thought, Which from his Canvas to the Stage is brought. And who ſo fit to warm the Poet's Mind, As he who pictur'd Morals and Mankind? But not the ſame their Characters and Scenes; Both labour for one End, by different Means: Each, as it ſuits him, takes a ſeparate Road, Their one great Object, Marriage-a-la-mode! Where Titles deign with Cits to have and hold, And change rich Blood for more ſubſtantial Gold! And honour'd Trade from Intereſt turns aſide, To hazard Happineſs for titled Pride. The Painter dead, yet ſtill he charms the Eye; While England lives, his Fame can never die: But he, who ſtruts his Hour upon the Stage, Can ſcarce extend his Fame for Half an Age; Nor Pen nor Pencil can the Actor ſave, The Art, and Artiſt, ſhare one common Grave. O let me drop one tributary Tear, On poor Jack Falſtaff's Grave, and Juliet's Bier! You to their Worth muſt Teſtimony give; 'Tis in your Hearts alone their Fame can live. Still as the Scenes of Life will ſhift away, The ſtrong Impreſſions of their Art decay. Your Children cannot feel what you have known; They'll boaſt of Quins and Cibbers of their own: The greateſt Glory of our happy few, Is to be felt, and be approv'd by you.
# The Clansman

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The Clansman: A Historical Romance of the Ku Klux Klan is a novel published in 1905, the second work in the Ku Klux Klan trilogy by Thomas Dixon Jr. (the others are The Leopard's Spots and The Traitor). Warning: template has been deprecated.

## Novelized versions

* The Clansman (1905), the original published by Doubleday
* The Clansman (c. 1905), a reprint published by Grosset & Dunlap with same illustrations as original (external scan)
* The Clansman (1906), a reprint published by Doubleday (external scan)
* The Clansman (1907), a reprint published by A. Wessels Company (external scan)
* The Clansman (c. 1915), a reprint published by Grosset & Dunlap with film stills from The Birth of a Nation (transcription project)

## Adaptations
### Stage

* The Clansman (1905)

### Film

* The Birth of a Nation (1915), directed by D. W. Griffith
# The Clansman (1905)/Advertisements

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# The Book of American Negro Poetry/Two Points of View

TWO POINTS OF VIEW
From this low-lying valley; Oh, how sweet
And cool and calm and great is life, I ween,
There on yon mountain-throne—that sun-gold crest!
From this uplifted, mighty mountain-seat:
How bright and still and warm and soft and green
Seems yon low lily-vale of peace and rest!
# The Book of American Negro Poetry/To the White Fiends

TO THE WHITE FIENDS
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# The Book of American Negro Poetry/Tuskegee

Leslie Pinckney Hill
TUSKEGEE
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# The Book of American Negro Poetry/To a Skull

Joshua Henry Jones, Jr.
TO A SKULL
Ghastly, ghoulish, grinning skull,
Toothless, eyeless, hollow, dull,
Why your smirk and empty smile
As the hours away you wile?
Has the earth become such bore
That it pleases nevermore?
Whence your joy through sun and rain?
Is 't because of loss of pain?
Have you learned what men learn not
That earth's substance turns to rot?
After learning now you scan
Vain endeavors man by man?
Do you mind that you as they
Once was held by mystic sway;
Dreamed and struggled, hoped and prayed,
Lolled and with the minutes played?
Sighed for honors; battles planned;
Sipped of cups that wisdom banned
But would please the weak frail flesh;
Suffered, fell, 'rose, struggled fresh?
Now that you are but a skull
Glimpse you life as life is, full
Of beauties that we miss
Till time withers with his kiss?
Do you laugh in cynic vein
Since you cannot try again?
And you know that we, like you,
Will too late our failings rue?
Tell me, ghoulish, grinning skull
What deep broodings, o'er you mull?
Tell me why you smirk and smile
Ere I pass life's sunset stile.
# The Book of American Negro Poetry/Translation

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# The Book of American Negro Poetry/Turn Me to My Yellow Leaves

TURN ME TO MY YELLOW LEAVES
Turn me to my yellow leaves,
I am better satisfied;
There is something in me grieves—
That was never born, and died.
Let me be a scarlet flame
On a windy autumn morn,
I who never had a name,
Nor from breathing image born.
From the margin let me fall
Where the farthest stars sink down,
And the void consumes me,—all
In nothingness to drown.
Let me dream my dream entire.
Withered as an autumn leaf—
Let me have my vain desire,
Vain—as it is brief.
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# The Book of American Negro Poetry/Uncle Eph's Banjo Song

UNCLE EPH'S BANJO SONG
Clean de ba'n an' sweep de flo',
Sing, my bawnjer, sing!
We's gwine ter dawnce dis eb'nin' sho',
Ring, my bawnjer, ring!
Den hits up de road an' down de lane,
Hurry, niggah, you miss de train;
De yaller gal she dawnce so neat,
De yaller gal she look so sweet,
Ring, my bawnjer, ring!
De moon come up, de sun go down,
Sing, my bawnjer, sing!
De niggahs am all come f'um town,
Ring, my bawnjer, ring!
Den hits roun' de hill an' froo de fiel'—
Lookout dar, niggah, doan' you steal!
De milyuns on dem vines am green,
De moon am bright, O you'll be seen,
Ring, my bawnjer, ring!
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# The Book of American Negro Poetry/To Our Friends

TO OUR FRIENDS
We've kept the faith. Our souls' high dreams
Untouched by bondage and its rod,
Burn on! and on! and on! It seems
We shall have Friends—while God is God!
# The Dictionary of Australasian Biography/Goodenough, Commodore James Graham

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​Goodenough, Commodore James Graham, C.B., C.M.G., son of Very Rev. Edmund Goodenough, Dean of Wells, was born on Dec. 3rd, 1830, and entered the navy in May 1844. He went to China in the Raleigh in 1857, and having become post-captain was appointed to the Pearl in 1873, as Commodore of the Australian Station. In August of that year he was commissioned by the Earl of Kimberley to proceed to Fiji, and in conjunction with Mr. Layard, the British consul, to inquire into the expediency of annexing that island to the Imperial Crown. In March 1874 they sent in their report, which contained an offer of cession from the principal chiefs; but the terms not proving acceptable, they were subsequently modified through the exertions of Sir Hercules Robinson, who negotiated the conditions of annexation subsequently adopted. On August 12th following, during a cruise amongst the Polynesian Islands, Commodore Goodenough was shot by arrows at Santa Cruz, and tetanus supervening, he died on the 20th of the same month on board the Pearl, about five hundred miles from Sydney. This distinguished officer, whose professional capacities and philanthropic character rendered him an ornament to the navy, married Victoria, daughter of William Hamilton. The "Goodenough Royal Naval Home" in Sydney was founded to commemorate his virtues and premature death. He worked for the Daily News French Peasant Relief Fund in 1870, and was created C.M.G. in May 1875 and C.B. in May 1879.
# The Dictionary of Australasian Biography/Gordon, Hon. Sir Arthur Hamilton

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​Gordon, Hon. Sir Arthur Hamilton, G.C.M.G., D.C.L., formerly Governor of New Zealand, the fourth son of George, 4th Earl of Aberdeen, by Harriet, daughter of Hon. John Douglas, and relict of James, Viscount Hamilton, was born on Nov. 26th, 1829. He acted as private secretary to his father when First Lord of the Treasury, 1852-5. In July 1854 he was elected as a Liberal for Beverley, but lost his seat at the general election of 1857. In Nov. 1858 he accompanied Mr. Gladstone on his special mission as Lord High Commissioner Extraordinary to the Ionian Islands, and on Feb. 25th, 1860, became captain-commandant of the 1st Aberdeenshire Rifle Volunteers. In Oct. 1861 he was appointed Lieutenant-Governor of New Brunswick; in Nov. 1866 Governor of Trinidad; and in Sept. 1871 assumed the Governorship of Mauritius. In 1874 he retired from the latter post, but in Sept. 1875 became Governor of Fiji, to which office was added two years later that of Consul-General and High Commissioner for the Western Pacific. At the end of 1880 he succeeded Sir Hercules Robinson as Governor of New Zealand. The new governor found the Government busy with the troubles in connection with the native land question, and the "prophet" Te Whiti; and in 1881, while Sir Arthur was absent in Fiji upon his duties as High Commissioner, and during the acting governorship of Sir James Prendergast, the Ministry carried out the well-known raid on Parihaka, which culminated in the arrest of Te Whiti. Sir Arthur Gordon, while publicly notifying his opinion that a governor was bound to act upon the advice of his ministers, whether he regarded them as right or wrong, was understood to reserve to himself the right of moral disapproval; and it is believed that his dislike to native policy of the Government led to his resignation of the Governorship in 1882. In the following year he was transferred to Ceylon, and in 1890 returned to England upon the expiration of his term of office. He was created C.M.G. in 1859, K.C.M.G. in 1871, and G.C.M.G. in 1878. Sir Arthur married, on Sept. 20th, 1865, Rachel Emily, eldest daughter of the late Sir John G. Shaw-Lefevre, K.C.B., who died in 1890. In June 1892 he took part in the Queensland Kanaka labour controversy in a sense adverse to the Government policy.
# The Dictionary of Australasian Biography/Goldsbrough, Richard

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​Goldsbrough, Richard, was born at Shipley, near Bradford, in Yorkshire, in 1821. He was employed by a wool-stapler at Bradford, and subsequently went into business there on his own account. Struck with the superiority of the Australian wools, he went out to Melbourne in 1847, and after visiting Adelaide and other places established a wool business in Melbourne in 1848. In 1853 he joined with Messrs. Edward Bow and George Kirk in starting the stock and station business of Bow, Kirk & Co. Mr. Goldsbrough acquired large station property, principally in Riverina, but ultimately devoted himself solely to wool-broking. In 1852 his brother-in-law, Mr. Hugh Parker, came out from England and became a partner with him in 1857, when the firm was known as Richard Goldsbrough & Co. In 1873 Mr. John Sutcliffe Horsfall was admitted a partner in the firm, into which the son and nephew of Mr. Hugh Parker, Messrs. Arthur and David Parker, were admitted in 1876. Five years later Messrs. Goldsbrough & Co. amalgamated with the Australasian Agency & Banking Corporation, Limited, the whole of the immense combined business being formed into a company with a capital of £3,000,000 in 300,000 shares of £10 each, under the style of R. Goldsbrough & Co., Limited Mr. Goldsbrough did not live to see the further development of the business of the Company, which resulted from its amalgamation with the great Sydney firm of Mort & Co. in 1888. He died on April 8th, 1886