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# Opticks (4th Ed)/AdvertisementI

Part of the ensuing Discourse about Light was written at the Desire of some Gentlemen of the Royal-Society, in the Year 1675, and then sent to their Secretary, and read at their Meetings, and the rest was added about twelve Years after to complete the Theory; except the third Book, and last Proposition of the Second, which were since put together out of scatter'd Papers. To avoid being engaged in Disputes about these Matters, I have hitherto delayed the printing, and should still have delayed the printing, and should still have delayed it, had not the Importunity of Friends prevailed upon me. If any other Papers writ on the Subject are got out of my Hands they are imperfect, and were perhaps written before I had tried all of the Experiments here set down, and fully satisfied my self about the Laws and Refractions and Composition of Colours. I have here publish'd what I think proper to come abroad, wishing that it may not be translated into another Language without my Consent.
The Crowns and Colours, which sometimes appear about the Sun and Moon, I have endeavoured to give an Account of; but for want of sufficient Observations leave the Matter to be farther exmained. The Subject of the Third Book I have also left imperfect, not having tried all the Experiments which I intended when I was about these Matters, nor repeated some of those which I did try, until I had satisfied my self about all their Circumstances. To communicate what I have tried, and leave the rest to others for farther Enquiry, is all my Design in publishing these Papers.
In a Letter written to Mr. Leibnitz in the Year 1679, and published by Dr. Wallis, I mention'd a Method by which I have found some general Theorems about squaring Curvilinear Figures, or comparing them with the Conic Sections, or other the simplest Figures with which they may be compared. And some Years ago I lent out a Manuscript containing such Theorems, and having since met with some Things copied out of it, I have on this Occasion made it publick, prefixing to it an Introduction, and subjoining a Scholium concerning that Method. And I have joined with it another small Tract concerning the Curvilinear Figures of the Second Kind, which was also written many Years ago, and made known to some Friends, who have solicited the making it publick.
# Opticks (4th Ed)

Opticks is a book written by English physicist Isaac Newton that was released to the public in 1704. It is about optics and the refraction of light, and is considered one of the great works of science in history. This is the 4th Edition, published in 1730, with Newton's corrections.Warning: template has been deprecated.

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* Advertisements
* The First Book
** Part I
*** Definitions
*** Axioms
*** Propositions
** Part II
* The Second Book
** Part I
** Part II
** Part III
** Part IV
* The Third Book
** Part I
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# Opticks (4th Ed)/AdvertisementII

In this Second Edition of these Opticks I have omitted the Mathematical Tracts publish'd at the End of the former Edition, as not belonging to the Subject. And at the End of the Third Book I have added some Questions. And to shew that I do not take Gravity for essential Property of Bodies, I have added one Question concerning its Cause, chusing to propose it by way of a Question, because I am not yet satisfied about it for want of Experiments.
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# Opticks

Opticks is a book written by English physicist Isaac Newton that was released to the public in 1704. It is about optics and the refraction of light, and is considered one of the great works of science in history.Warning: template has been deprecated.
* Opticks (2nd Ed)
* Opticks (4th Ed)
# Opticks (4th Ed)/Advertisement4th

This new Edition of Sir Isaac Newton's Opticks is carefully printed from the Third Edition, as it was corrected by the Author's own Hand, and left before his Death with the Bookseller. Since Sir Isaac's Lectiones Opticae, which he publickly read in the University of Cambridge in the Years 1669, 1670, and 1671, are lately printed, it has been thought proper to make at the bottom of the Pages several Citations from thence, where may be found the Demonstrations, which the Author omitted in these Opticks.
# Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume II/Amor Creator

AMOR CREATOR
LOVE is enough: were all we fondly cherish To pass as visions melt at dawn of day, Were bud and blossom, fruit and leaf, to perish, Love could rebuild them in his perfect way; For he who makes the tides to ebb and flow, Each secret of creation well doth know.
His warmth illumes the glow-worm's fickle spark, And beams in Aldebaran's steadfast fire: With him there is no winter and no dark; The font, the burning font, of pure desire, All forms of beauty unto him belong,— The rose, the avalanche, the wild bird's song.
On Latmos' height pale Dian dreams about him, His voice low echoes in the ocean shell, The bee could fill no honey-cup without him, The violet no fragrant secret tell: Remote yet near, changeful yet still the same, Love is creation's breath and vital flame!
# Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume II/An Idle Ditty

AN IDLE DITTY
'TIS I have been waiting to know, dear, The day that ye'r ship would come in, For if I'm to love ye at all, dear, I'm thinking it's time to begin.
The mavis is singing hard by, dear, The hedges are white wi' the may, And there's never a cloud i' the sky, dear, To hinder a ship on its way.
Ye've told me o' castles a many, And though they're but castles in Spain, I surely were better in any Wi' you, than alone wi' my pain!
The mavis that's close to her mate, dear, For no castle would part wi' her nest, And the ship that brings you, though it's late, dear, Brings me what is worth all the rest!
# Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume II/Art and War

Also published in The Bellman (9 Jan 1915) V. 18 No. 443 p. 53.
ART AND WAR
WAR has its field of blood—heart-breaking War— Wherein to rule with undisputed sway Throughout its own mad, self-exhausting day. There, where it rashly sacrifices more Than laboring Time may ever quite restore, Shall it amid red welter and decay Strive horribly; but let it not essay To enter where Peace guards the Future's door!
War has nor right, nor privilege, nor part In lives high-dedicate the world to bind Through love and hope and the great dream of Art! All Lands to such are Fatherland; they find In alien realms love's grateful, welcoming heart— They, chosen of the Gods to bless mankind!
# Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume II/At the Sarah Bernhardt Theatre

AT THE SARAH-BERNHARDT THEATRE
NOTHING that man's creative mind hath wrought Is wholly foreign to the mind of man: He looks before and after; in his span Of life infinities of life are caught,— Brooding, mysterious, and travail-fraught,— And near and distant answer, as they can, Enkindled at the flame Promethean Of world-embracing, heaven-illumined Thought!
Last night a woman played in Paris here The rôle of Hamlet, each distinctive grace, By genius all-subduing and sublime, Made native in an alien land and time,— As though she, listening with accustomed ear, Had learned of English Shakespeare, face to face!
# Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume II/Art

ART
SHE stood a vision vestureless and fair, Glowing the canvas with her orient grace: A goddess grave she stood, with such a face As in Elysium the immortals wear. But some, unworthy, as they pondered there, Cold to the marvel of her look divine— Saw but a form undraped, in Beauty's shrine.
Then she, it seemed, rebuked them: "Old and young Have worshiped at the temple where I breathe, And deathless laurels, for my sake, enwreathe The brows of him from whose pure thought I sprung: Lips consecrate as yours his praise have sung,— Who neither sued for praise nor courted ease, But reverently wrought, as from his knees.
"No raiment can the base or mean reclaim, And that which sacred is must sacred be, Clothed but in rags or robed in modesty. ​In the endeavor still is felt the aim: The workman may by skill exalt his name, But, toiling fault and failure to redeem, Cannot create what's loftier than his dream!
"For chaste must be the soul that chastely sees, The thought enlightened, and the insight sure That separates the pure from the impure; And who Earth's humblest faith from error frees, Awakening ideal sympathies, Uplifts the savage from his kindred sod; Who shows him beauty speaks to him of God!"
# Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume II/An Adieu

AN ADIEU
SORROW, quit me for a while! Wintry days are over; Hope again, with April smile, Violet sows and clover.
Pleasure follows in her path, Love itself flies after, And the brook a music hath Sweet as childhood's laughter.
Not a bird upon the bough Can repress its rapture, Not a bud that blossoms now But doth beauty capture. . . .
Sorrow, thou art Winter's mate, Spring cannot regret thee; Yet, ah, yet—my friend of late— I shall not forget thee!
# Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume II/An Idler

AN IDLER
SHE cannot wind the distaff, She can nor bake nor brew; Her hands are indeed too dainty Such labors to pursue.
She cares not to follow the harvest, She neither can sew nor glean, But waits for the weary reapers With cheerful calm serene.
Commanding all to serve her, From service she is free; But, ah, my babe so helpless Is health and wealth to me!
# Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume II/An Optimist

AN OPTIMIST
"O AGED man, pray, if you know, Now answer me the truth!— Which of the gifts that gods bestow Is the greatest gift of youth?
"O aged man, I have far to fare By the divers paths of Earth, Which of the gifts I with me bear Is the gift of the greatest worth?
"Is it the might of the good right arm, Whereby I shall make my way Where dangers threaten and evils harm, Holding them still at bay?
"Is it the strength wherewith I shall climb Where few before have trod— To the mountain-tops, the peaks sublime That glow in the smile of the god?
"Is it the never-failing will, Invincible in might, Which armed against oppression still Shall vanquish for the right? ​"Or is it the heart, thou aged man!— The heart, impassioned, strong, Which shall be blest, as naught else can, In perfect love ere long?"
The old man smiled: a listening breeze Grew whist on the sun-lit slope; The old man sighed: "Ah, none of these! Youth's greatest gift is its hope."
# Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume II/April

APRIL
SWELLING bud and fond suggestion, Wafting of perfume, Tearful rapture, thrilling question Of restraint or bloom, Life all dreamlessly asleeping, As in death, but now, Upward to the sunlight creeping,— April, that is thou!
Mystery's authentic dwelling, Faith's expanding wing, Maiden loveliness foretelling Fuller blossoming, Prophet of the new creation, Priestess of the bough, Month of the imagination,— April, that is thou!
# Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume II/An Appeal

AN APPEAL
HARKEN, heroic England! Know how near To thy life-citadel the foe has drawn! Abjure complacent counsels; learn to fear; For Might that wars 'gainst all thou holdest dear, Unstayed, is marching on!
Thou, patient ever, be deceived no more: Part with delusive dreams that make less strong! Behold how bold (a ruthless conqueror), By night and day comes nearer to thy door Intolerable Wrong!
Call upon all thy strength—not later, now!— Now while the world waits breathless for thy deed, That it eternally may disavow The faith that "Might makes Right," nor bow To Savagery's brute creed!
Brave in defence of honor and the word Which, given freely, binds and maketh free. ​Arm, that the weak and helpless may be heard!— Yea, that the hearts of men may still be stirred To Christ's humanity!
From fields of horror, blood-soaked, eloquent, From shrines of beauty, waste and desecrate, From unoffending lips and innocent, The cry of anguish and of hope is rent:— "England! be not too late!"
# Pastorals Epistles Odes (1748)/Dedication

Ambrose Philips dedicated this volume to Thomas Pelham-Holles, 1st Duke of Newcastle.
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To His Grace
THOMAS
Duke of Newcastle.
My Lord,
HE Honours of your antient and illustrious Family, which that noble Writer Algernon Sidney places ​among the first in these Kingdoms for Prerogative of Birth, the Titles which You have long worn with distinguished Lustre, and the high Station which You have many Years filled, and now fill, in the Government, give Your Grace a just Preheminence in the Community; but they are Excellences of a more exalted Kind to which this Tribute of my Respect is paid. Your early Zeal in the Cause of Liberty, which ​manifested itself at the Close of a late Reign, when the worst of Schemes were promoted against this Nation by the worst of Men, the Association (of which I had the Honour to be an humble Member) into which You then entered, with some others eminent for their Birth, Fortune, and Knowledge, for securing the Succession of the House of Hanover to the Throne of these Kingdoms, your Taste of useful ​and polite Literature, and the Encouragement which You have been always ready to give to it, your friendly Regard to, and Connection with, that University which has been the Nurse of the greatest Statesmen, Heroes, Philosophers, and Poets, of English Growth, and the open Liberality of your Heart on all laudable Occasions, must give You a Place in the Affections of all Englishmen who know the Interest of ​their native Country: and to those Virtues, more than to the private Friendship with which your Grace has long honoured me, I make this Offering of the few poetical Pieces which were the Produce of my leisure, but some of my most pleasant, Hours: your Grace will be able to distinguish those which have been printed before from those which now make their first Appearance: and I number among the ​Felicities of my Days this Opportunity of approaching You with something perhaps not unworthy your Acceptance; and I have the Honour to be,
My Lord,
Your Grace's
most devoted, obliged,
and most humble Servant
April, 1748.
Ambrose Philips.
# Pastorals Epistles Odes (1748)/Fable of Thule

An unfinished poem about the mythical Thule.
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THE
FABLE of THULE,
UNFINISHED.
# Pastorals (Pope)/Winter

IV.
WINTER: OR, DAPHNE.
TO THE MEMORY OF MRS. TEMPEST.
# Pastorals Epistles Odes (1748)/Fifth Pastoral

THE
FIFTH PASTORAL.
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# Pastorals (Pope)/Summer

II.
SUMMER: OR, ALEXIS.
TO DR. GARTH.
# Pastorals Epistles Odes (1748)

Ambrose Philips' poetry, including translations from Pindar, Anacreon, and Sappho.
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PASTORALS,
EPISTLES, ODES,
AND OTHER
ORIGINAL POEMS,
With Translations from
Pindar, Anacreon and Sappho.
By AMBROSE PHILIPS Esq;
——hic Cæstus Artemque repono. Virgil.
LONDON:
Printed for J. and R. Tonson and S. Draper.
MDCCXLVIII.
Pastoral Poems
* Preface
* First Pastoral
* Second Pastoral
* Third Pastoral
* Fourth Pastoral
* Fifth Pastoral
* Sixth Pastoral
* The Stray Nymph
* The Happy Swain
Epistles
* To a Friend who desired me to write on the Death of King William
* From Holland, to a Friend in England, in the Year 1703
* To the Earl of Dorset
* To the Right Honourable Charles Lord Halifax
* To Lord Carteret
Odes
* Song: "From White's and Will's"
* Song: "Why we love, and why we hate"
* To Signora Cuzzoni
* To the Memory of the late Earl of Halifax
* To the Honourable Miss Carteret
* On the Death of the Right Honourable William Earl Cowper
* To the Right Honourable William Pulteney Esq
* To Miss Margaret Pulteney Daughter of Daniel Pulteney Esq; in the Nursery
* To Miss Charlotte Pulteney, in her Mother's Arms
* To the Right Honourable Robert Walpole Esq
* Supplication for Miss Cartertet in the Small-Pox
* To Miss Georgiana, youngest Daughter to Lord Carteret
Epigrams and short Poems
* On a Company of bad Dancers to good Musick
* Epigram
* In Answer to the Question, What is Thought?
* To Mr. Addison on Cato
* On Wit and Wisdom. A Fragment
* The following Epitaph on the Monument of my Kinswoman was written at the Request of her Husband
* The Fable of Thule
Translations
* The First Olympionique of Pindar
* The Second Olympionique of Pindar
* The First Ode of Anacreon
* The Second Ode of Anacreon
* The Third Ode of Anacreon
* An Hymn to Venus, from the Greek of Sappho
* A Fragment of Sappho
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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# Pastorals Epistles Odes (1748)/A Fragment of Sappho

Ambrose Philips' translations of Sappho.
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A Fragment of Sappho.
TheEND.
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# Pastorals Epistles Odes (1748)/An Hymn to Venus, from the Greek of Sappho

Ambrose Philips' translations of Sappho.
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An Hymn to VENUS, from the Greek of SAPPHO.
This work is a translation and has a separate copyright status to the applicable copyright protections of the original content.
# Pastorals Epistles Odes (1748)/Epigram

EPIGRAM.
# Pastorals Epistles Odes (1748)/First Pastoral

PASTORAL
POEMS.
The FIRST PASTORAL.
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# Poems (Taggart)/Preface to the Second Edition

PREFACE
TO THE SECOND EDITION
In the present edition the pieces entitled "The Cup of Bitterness," "Psalm Forty-first," "To a Lady," "To the Young Ladies of Miss ———'s School," have been added to the Poems; and "Some Account of the Author, written by Herself," has been prefixed to them. The volume is moreover enriched by a portrait of the author, and by a landscape view of the cottage where she resides. The former has been kindly furnished by Miss Jane Stuart of Newport, and the latter by Lieut. Harwood of the same place.
August, 1834.
# Poems in The Court Journal during the year 1835 by Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.)/Song

The Court Journal, 22nd August 1835, page 529
SONG.
Let morning light fall o'er thee,
While I am far away:
Let hope, sweet hope restore thee
All we have dreamed to-day.
 I would not have thee keep me
In mind, by tears alone:
I would not have thee weep me
Love mine when I am gone.
 No; as the brook is flowing,
With sunshine on its tide,
While fair and wild flowers blowing,
Lean lovely at its side!
 So linked with many a treasure
Of nature, and of spring,
With all that gives thee pleasure,
My heart to thine shall cling.
 The rose shall be enchanted,
To breathe of sighs to thee;
All fair things shall be haunted
With vows of faith from me.
 The west wind shall secure thee
My tidings o'er the main;
But most of all assure thee,
How soon we meet again. L. E. L.
# Poems in Prose/The Master

Now when the darkness came over the earth Joseph of Arimathea, having lighted a torch of pinewood, passed down from the hill into the valley. For he had business in his own home.
And kneeling on the flint stones of the Valley of Desolation he saw a young man who was naked and weeping. His hair was the colour of honey, and his body was as a white flower, but he had wounded his body with thorns and on his hair had he set ashes as a crown.
And he who had great possessions said to the young man who was naked and weeping, `I do not wonder that your sorrow is so great, for surely He was a just man.'
And the young man answered, `It is not for Him that I am weeping, but for myself. I too have changed water into wine, and I have healed the leper and given sight to the blind. I have walked upon the waters, and from the dwellers in the tombs I have cast out devils. I have fed the hungry in the desert where there was no food, and I have raised the dead from their narrow houses, and at my bidding, and before a great multitude of people, a barren fig-tree withered away. All things that this man has done I have done also. And yet they have not crucified me.'
# Poems in The Court Journal during the year 1835 by Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.)/Chanson

The Court Journal, 19th September 1835, pages 593-594
CHANSON. By L. E. L.
[The following song is supposed to have been addressed to the fair Gabrielle, by Henri Quatre. I believe that it has not been before published. I have just attempted to give a very literal version.]
Viens, Aurore,
 Je t'implore,
Je suis gai quand je te voi.
 La bergère
 Qui m'est chère,
Est vermeille comme toi.
 De rosée,
 Arrosée,
La rose a moins de fraicheur,
 Une hermine
 Est moins fine;
Le lait a moins de blancheur.
 Pour entendre
 Sa voix tendre,
On déserte le hameau:
 Et Tityre
 Qui soupire,
Fait taire son chalumeau.
 Elle est blonde,
 Sans seconde;
Elle a la taille à la main
 Sa prunelle
 Etincelle
Comme l'astre du matin.
 D'ambroisie
 Bien choisie,
Hébé la nourrit à part;
 Et sa bouche,
 Quand je touche,
Me parfume de nectar.
TRANSLATION.
Come, Aurore,
 I implore, I am glad when thou art breaking.
 That sweet cheek
 Whose smiles I seek,
Is vermillion like thy waking.
 Bathed and fair
 With dew and air,
Yon fresh rose has less of brightness;
 And less fine
 Is the ermine,
While the milk has less of whiteness.
 To rejoice
 In her soft voice,
Leave they yonder hamlet lonely;
 And the swain
 Neglects his strain,
Listening to her music only.
 She is fair
 Beyond compare,— You may span her waist so slender;
 Like a star
 Her soft eyes are,
Opening in its morning splendour.
 When none heed her,
 Hebe feeds her
With such balm as heaven consumeth;
 And her mouth,
 Like the sweet south,
With one fragrant touch perfumeth.
# Poems in The Court Journal during the year 1835 by Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.)/The Swarming of the Bees

The Court Journal, 12th September 1835, page 579
THE SWARMING OF THE BEES.
They are come, they are come; yet what brings them here, With smoke around, and with walls so near?
Yet there they cling to the golden wand
As there were no sunnier garden beyond.
 The garden is filled with their drowsy hum!
 Oh where is a hive, for the bees are come!
Whence have they wandered I cannot tell,
But I dream me a dream of some lonely dell,
Where violets thick mid the green grass sprung,
Like a purple cloak by a monarch flung.
 Our garden now fills with their drowsy hum!
 Oh where is a hive, for the bees are come!
Had they grown weary of roses in bloom,
Or the long falling wreaths of the yellow-haired broom!
Of the seringa's pale orange-touched flowers
Of the gardens afar, that they wander to ours!
 How pleasant it is with their drowsy hum!
 Oh where is a hive, for the bees are come!
Our garden is somewhat pale and lone,
And the walls are high, with ivy o'ergrown;
And the dust of the city lies dark on the rose,
And the lily is almost afraid to unclose.
 Yet, welcome the sound of their drowsy hum!
 Oh where is a hive, for the bees are come!
The vapours of London float over our head,
Yet athwart them the shower and the sunshine are shed;
And cheerful the light of the morning falls
O'er the almond-tree and the ivied walls.
 Sweet sounds around it the drowsy hum!
 Oh where is a hive, for the bees are come!
We have shrubs that have flourished the summer through—
The jessamine hanging like pearls on dew,
The fusia that droops, like the curls of a bride,—
Bells of coral, with Syrian purple inside.
 They'll grow more fair, with that drowsy hum!
 Oh where is a hive, for the bees are come!
The sun-flower's golden round shall yield
Its shining store for their harvest field;
We'll plant wild thyme with the April rain,
And feed them till then on the sugar-cane.
 Welcome, welcome, their drowsy hum!
 Oh where is a hive, for the bees are come!
L. E. L.
# Poems in The Court Journal during the year 1835 by Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.)

Poems in The Court Journal during the year 1835 by Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.)
Also a tribute by Another
compiled by Peter J. Bolton
Landon in The Court Journal, 1835
Contents
| 1 | 8th August | Little Red Riding Hood |
| 2 | 22nd August | Song - Let morning light fall o’er you |
| 3 | 12th September | The Swarming of the Bees |
| 4 | 19th September | Chanson |
| 5 | 19th September | Former Times |
| 6 | 19th September | The Phantom |
| 7 | 7th November | On First Seeing the Portrait of L. E. L. By †† |
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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