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# The Catholic's pocket prayer-book/Consecration to the Sacred Heart

ACT OF CONSECRATION TO THE SACRED HEART OF JESUS.
(BY BLESSED MARGARET MARY ALACOQUE.)
I N. N. give and consecrate myself to the Sacred Heart of our Lord Jesus Christ; I give to Him my person and my life, my actions, pains and sufferings, so that my entire being may be devoted to honor, love and glorify Him. My determination, taken forever, is to be and do all for love of Him, and to give up with all my heart everything that could displease Him.
I choose Thee therefore, O Sacred Heart, for the only object of my love, the protector of my life, the pledge of my salvation, the remedy against my malice and weakness, the repairer of the sins of my life, ​and my safe refuge at the hour of death. Be then, O Heart of Goodness, my justification before God the Father, and ward off from me the darts of His just wrath. O Heart of Love, in Thee I place my entire trust, I fear everything from my own malice and weakness, but I hope all from Thy goodness. Destroy, therefore, in me whatever may displease or resist Thee. Let Thy pure love penetrate so deep into my heart that I may never forget Thee or be separated from Thee. I implore Thee by Thy goodness, let my name be written in Thee, for my wish is to find my happiness and glory in living and dying as Thy slave. Amen.
# The Catholic's pocket prayer-book/Devotions to the Blessed Virgin Mary

Devotions to the Blessed Virgin Mary.
Cultivate a tender devotion to the Blessed Virgin Mary. Jesus Himself gave her to us for our Mother, when He said on the cross to His beloved disciple St. John, "Behold thy Mother!" She is the most tender, the most compassionate and most loving of all mothers. In particular, do not neglect the devotions of the holy Rosary and the Litany.
# The Catholic's pocket prayer-book/Evening Prayers

EVENING PRAYERS.
In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost. Amen.
O Almighty and Eternal God! prostrate at the feet of Thy holy and awful Majesty, I adore Thee with all possible reverence. I believe and hold for certain all Thou hast revealed to Thy holy Church. I hope in Thy infinite goodness and mercy, and I love Thee with all my heart.
O my God! I give Thee thanks, through Jesus Christ, for all the favors Thou hast bestowed upon me, especially for creating me to Thy own image and likeness, for redeeming me with Thy Son's precious blood, for making me a Chris​tian, and preserving me this day. I beseech the Blessed Virgin, and all the saints, to give Thee thanks for ever and ever. Amen.
O my God! grant me the grace to know wherein I have offended Thee, and to have a perfect sorrow for my sins.
Here pause a little to ascertain what sins you may have committed:
1. By thought: Willingly entertaining bad, angry, impatient, or uncharitable thoughts and desires.
2. By word: Using bad language, cursing, lying, etc.
3. By deed: Being disobedient, rude, cross and unkind; having evil or dangerous company; doing an immodest action; being idle.
4. By omission: Neglecting your prayers, your lessons or some other duty.
THE CONFITEOR.
I confess to Almighty God, to blessed Mary ever Virgin, to blessed ​Michael the Archangel, to blessed John the Baptist, to the holy apostles Peter and Paul, to all the Saints, that I have sinned exceedingly in thought, word, and deed, through my fault, through my fault, through my most grievous fault. Therefore, I beseech the blessed Mary ever Virgin, blessed Michael the Archangel, blessed John the Baptist, the holy apostles Peter and Paul, and all the Saints, to pray to the Lord our God for me.
May the Almighty God have mercy on me, and forgive me my sins, and bring me to everlasting life. Amen.
May the Almighty and merciful Lord grant me pardon, absolution, and remission of all my sins. Amen.
Because all my sins displease Thee, O Sovereign Goodness, I am heartily sorry for having committed them; I ask pardon for them, and promise, by the help of Thy grace, ​not only to avoid the like faults for the future, but also to do penance for them.
O most holy Virgin! be a mother to me: pray for me, now, and at the hour of my death.
O my good Angel! whom God has appointed to be my guardian, enlighten me, protect me, and guard me in all my actions. Amen.
# The Canterbury Tales (unsourced)/Chaucer's Retraction

Now preye I to hem alle that herkne this litel tretys or rede, that if ther be any thynge in it that liketh hem, that therof they thanken oure lord Jhesu Crist, of whom procedeth al wit and al goodnesse. And if ther be any thyng that displese hem, I preye hem also that they arrette it to the defaute of myn unkonnynge, and nat to my wyl, that wolde ful fayn have seyd bettre if I hadde had konnynge. For oure book seith, al that is writen is writen for our doctrine, and that is myn entente. Wherfore I biseke yow mekely, for the mercy of God, that ye preye for me that Crist have mercy on me and foryeve me my giltes; and namely of my translacions and enditynges of worldly vanitees, the whiche I revoke in my retracciouns: as is the book of Troilus; the book also of Fame; the book of the XXV. Ladies; the book of the Duchesse; the book of Seint Valentynes day of the Parlement of Briddes; the tales of Caunterbury, thilke that sownen into synne; the book of the Leoun; and many another book. If they were in my remembrance, and many a song and many a leccherous lay; that Crist for his grete mercy foryeve me the synne. But of the translacion of Boece de Consolacione, and othere bookes of legendes of seintes, and omelies and moralitee, and devocioun. That thanke I oure lord Jhesu Crist and his blisful mooder, and alle the seintes of hevene, bisekynge hem that they from hennes forth unto my lyves ende sende me grace to biwayle my giltes, and to studie to the salvacioun of my soule, and graunte me grace of verray penitence, confessioun and satisfaccioun to doon in this present lyf, thurgh the benigne grace of hym that is kyng of kynges and preest over alle preestes, that boghte us with the precious blood of his herte; so that is may been oon of hem at the day of doom that shulle be saved. Qui cum patre et spiritu sancto vivit et regnat deus per omnia secula. Amen.
# The Canterbury Tales (unsourced)/The Cook's Prologue and Tale

Chaucer never finished writing this tale, and as a result this is an incomplete text.
# The Collected Works of Theodore Parker/Volume 02/Theodore Parker's Prayers

PRAYERS.
BY
THEODORE PARKER.
TO
THE WIFE OF THEODORE PARKER
THIS VOLUME OF PRAYERS
IS AFFECTIONATELY DEDICATED
BY THE EDITORS.
# The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 2/Reports in American Newspapers
## Reports in American Newspapers

* Note
* Divinity of Man
* Swami Vivekananda on India
* Religious Harmony
* From far off India
* An Evening with our Hindu Cousins
* The Manners and Customs of India
* The Religions of India
* Sects and Doctrines in India
* Less Doctrine and more Bread
* The Religion of Buddha
* All Religions are Good
* The Hindu way of life
* Ideals of Womanhood
* True Buddhism
* India's Gift to the World
* Child Widows of India
* Some Customs of the Hindus
# The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 2/Reports in American Newspapers/Child Widows of India

CHILD WIDOWS OF INDIA (Daily Eagle, February 27, 1895)
Swami Vivekananda, the Hindu monk, lectured in Historical hall Monday night under the auspices of the Brooklyn Ethical association, on "India's Gift to the World". There were about two hundred and fifty people in the hall when the Swami stepped on the platform. Much interest was manifested on account of the denial by Mrs. James McKeen, president of the Brooklyn Ramabai circle, which is interested in Christian work in India, of the statement attributed to the lecture that the child widows of India were not protected [ill-treated]. In no part of his lecture was reference made to this denial, but after he had concluded, one of the audience asked the lecturer what explanation he had to make to the statement. Swami Vivekananda said that it was untrue that child widows were abused or ill treated in any way. He added:
"It is a fact that some Hindus marry very young. Others marry when they have attained a fair age and some do not marry at all. My grandfather was married when quite a child. My father when he was 14 years old and I am 30 years old and am not yet married. When a husband dies all his possessions go to his widow. If a widow is poor she is the same as poor widows in any other country. Old men sometimes marry children, but if the husband was wealthy it was all the better for the widow the sooner he died. I have traveled all over India, but failed to see a case of the ill treatment mentioned. At one time there were religious fanatics, widows, who threw themselves into a fire and were consumed by the flames at the death of their husbands. The Hindus did not believe in this, but did not prevent it, and it was not until the British obtained control of India that it was finally prohibited. These women were considered saints and in many instances monuments were erected to their memory."
# The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 2/Reports in American Newspapers/From far off India

FROM FAR OFF INDIA
(Saginaw Courier-Herald, March 22, 1894)
Seated in the lobby of the Hotel Vincent yesterday evening was a strong and regular featured man of fine presence, whose swarthy skin made more pronounced the pearly whiteness of his even teeth. Under a broad and high forehead his eyes betoken intelligence. This gentleman was Swami Vive Kananda, the Hindoo preacher. Mr. Kananda's conversation is in pure and grammatically constructed English sentences, to which his slightly foreign accent lends piquancy. Readers of the Detroit papers are aware that Mr. Kananda has lectured in that city a number of times and aroused the animosity of some on account of his strictures upon Christians. The Courier-Herald representative had a few moments' conversation with the learned Buddhist [?] just before he left for the Academy, where he was to lecture. Mr. Kananda said in conversation that he was surprised at the lapses from the paths of rectitude which were so common among Christians, but that there was good and bad to be found among members of all religious bodies. One statement he made was decidedly un-American. Upon being asked if he had been investigating our institutions, he replied: "No, I am a preacher only." This displayed both a want of curiosity and narrowness, which seemed foreign to one who appeared to be so well versed upon religious topics as did the Buddhist [?] preacher.
From the hotel to the Academy was but a step and at 8 o'clock Rowland Connor introduced to a small audience the lecturer, who was dressed in a long orange colored robe, fastened by a red sash, and who wore a turban of windings of what appeared to be a narrow shawl.
The lecturer stated at the opening that he had not come as a missionary, and that it was not the part of a Buddhist to convert others from their faiths and beliefs. He said that the subject of his address would be, "The Harmony of Religions". Mr. Kananda said that many ancient religions had been founded, and were dead and gone.
He said that the Buddhists [Hindus] comprise two-thirds of the race, and that the other third comprised those of all other believers. He said that the Buddhists have no place of future torment for men. In that they differ from the Christians, who will forgive a man for five minutes in this world and condemn him to everlasting punishment in the next. Buddha was the first to teach the universal brotherhood of man. It is a cardinal principle of the Buddhist faith today. The Christian preaches it, but does not practice its own teachings.
He instanced the condition of the Negro in the South, who is not allowed in hotels nor to ride in the same cars with white men, and is a being to whom no decent man will speak. He said that he had been in the South, and spoke from his knowledge and observation.
# The Confederate Soldier's wife

THE
Confederate Soldier’s Wife
PARTING FROM HER HUSBAND!
Here is thy trusty blade! Take it, and wield it in a glorious cause; Defend our firesides, battle for the laws Which our forefathers made; And stay, that on thy breast my hand May place the blue cockade!
Go forth to conquer; where The battle rages fiercest thou wilt be, And I will glory that my Love is there Struggling for Liberty.
Haste to the battle field! Thy country calls thee to the deadly fight— Go forth undaunted in thy manhood’s might, Thy noble cause thy shield; And if thou fallest—hush, heart, thine agony— God will defend the right!
Where the Palmetto waves O’er manly hearts that struggle to be free, That bid defiance bold to Tyranny; Where hospitable graves Are widely yawning for the reckless foe, My lip can bid thee, best beloved, go! What if thou fallest? my heart will throb to know He died, O South, for thee!
This work was published in 1861 and is anonymous or pseudonymous due to unknown authorship. It is in the public domain in the United States as well as countries and areas where the copyright terms of anonymous or pseudonymous works are 162 years or less since publication.
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# The Confederate Flag

THE CONFEDERATE FLAG.
Bright banner of freedom, with pride I unfold thee. Fair flag of my country with love I behold thee; Gleaming above us, in freshness and youth, Emblem of liberty symbol of truth, For this fag of my country in triumph shall wave O’er the Southerner’s home and the Southerner’s grave.
All bright are the stars that are beaming upon us, And bold are the bars that are gleaming above us, The one shall increase in their number and light; The other grows bolder in power and might— For this flag of my country in triumph shall wave, O’er the Southerner’s home or the Southerner’s grave.
Those bars of bright red shows our firm resolution, To die if need be, shielding thee from polution; For man in this hour must give all he holds dear, And woman her prayer and words of high cheer If they wish this fair banner in triumph to wave, O’er the Southerner’s home and the Southerner’s grave.
To the great God of battle we look in reliance; On our fierce Northern foe with contempt and defiance; For the South shall smile on in fragrance and bloom; When the North is fast sinking in silence and gloom For the flag of our country in triumph must wave O’er the Southerner’s home or the Southerner’s grave.
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 Confession (Gorky)

1908 novel, translated in 1916
# The Confederate Flag, Red, White, & Blue

The Confederate Flag
Red, White & Blue.
Composed and sung by J. S. Prevatt, Co. E. 6th Ga. Reg.
On the banks of the Potomac, there’s an army so grand, Whose object’s to subjugate Dixie’s fair land; They say that we’ve split this great Union in two, And altered the colors of Red, White and Blue.
CHORUS.
And we’ll stand by our colors of Red, White and Blue.
Our banner is simple, and by it we’ll stand, It floats from the Potomac to the great Rio Grande: It waves o’er a people that’s gallant and true, And they’ll die defending the Red, White and Blue. Huzzah! Huzzah! &c.
We’d a nice little fight on the tenth of last June, Magruder at Bethel whipped out Picayune: They began in the morning and fought until two, When in glory waved o’er them, the Red, White and Blue. Huzzah! Huzzah! &c.
In the morning the twenty-first of last July, A trip down to Richmond, the Yankees thought they’d try; They did’nt get far, before back they all flew, With their old Union banner of Red, White and Blue. Huzzah! Huzzah! &c.
On the plains of Manassas, the Yankees we met, And we gave them a whipping they’ll never forget; When started to Richmond, how little they knew, How Rebels would fight, under Red, White and Blue. Huzzah! Huzzah!
If you want to hear Greely and Yankeedom rear, Just mention the Mason and Slidell affair; Yes, when they first got them, they made great ado, But now they curse England, and Red, White and Blue. Huzzah! Huzzah! &c.
They’ll never subdue us, as you all will see, While we’ve Davis, Bragg, Beauregard, Johnson, and Lee; Magruder, Stonewall, and others as true, We’ll stand by our colors of Red, White and Blue. Huzzah! Huzzah! &c.
The sweetest, the happiest place upon earth, Is Dixie, sweet Dixie, the land of my birth; I love her, I adore her, and I’ll to her prove true, And stand by our colors of Red, White and Blue.
CHORUS.
And we’ll stand by our colors of Red, White and Blue.
This work is in the public domain in the United States because it was published before January 1, 1929.
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 Collected Poems of Dora Sigerson Shorter/The Banshee

From The Collected Poems of Dora Sigerson Shorter (1907).
THE BANSHEE
Now God between us and all harm, For I to-night have seen A banshee in the shadow pass Along the dark boreen.
And as she went she keened and cried And combed her long white hair, She stopped at Molly Reilly's door, And sobbed till midnight there.
And is it for himself she moans, Who is so far away? Or is it Molly Reilly's death She cries until the day?
Now Molly thinks her man is gone A sailor lad to be; She puts a candle at her door Each night for him to see.
But he is off to Galway town, (And who dare tell her this?) Enchanted by a woman's eyes, Half-maddened by her kiss.
So as we go by Molly's door We look towards the sea. And say, “May God bring nome your lad, Wherever he may be.”
I pray it may be Molly's self The banshee keens and cries, For who dare breathe the tale to her, Be it her man who dies?
But there is sorrow on the way, For I to-night have seen A banshee in the shadow pass Along the dark boreen.
# The Collected Poems of Dora Sigerson Shorter/The Angler

From The Collected Poems of Dora Sigerson Shorter (1907).
THE ANGLER
When saucy Celia came my way I knew my sport was ended, So ceased my cunning rod to play, Since she the fish befriended.
Across my eyes her tangled locks She bound with childish laughter, “Here is the shadow, sir,” said she; “Now, who doth follow after?”
“'Tis saucy Celia, she,” quoth I, “Who comes all uninvited; And with much noisy merriment Hath all my fish affrighted!”
“Not so.” She pointed to the stream, Where peeped her sweet reflection; “If you would fish, good sir, behold, There's fishing in perfection.”
I smiled upon her winsome face And pulled the tresses straying. “Nay, child,” I said, “the baby fish Are never worth the slaying.”
Quick from my hand the lock she tore, Her face was sore offended; “Farewell,” she said, “thou foolish youth, Our friendship is all ended.
“If thou my hand should seek to claim I'll leave thee lone in sorrow; What thou to-day may'st cast aside, Thou may'st desire to-morrow.”
She stood apart, the little maid, Because I did offend her; And there bound up her golden locks. With hands all white and slender.
When Celia thus bound up her hair, I gazed in awe and wonder, And chid my foolish heart the while To think it e'er had shunned her.
The dainty face with its disdain. The tearful eye averted, The lips that trembled on their speech By all their mirth deserted.
Till Celia first bound up her hair In one gold coil above her, I did not know so sweet a shape Was hidden 'neath its cover.
So proudly poised the little head, On dimpled neck and shoulder, The timid touch of womanhood All sudden seemed to hold her.
“Sweet maid,” I cried—a fear awoke I— “Oh, give me no refusing; Let down thy silken locks and be The Celia I am losing.
“Come, thou shalt woo the silly fish”— To her my rod I tended, “And oh, have pity on thy catch, Ere their brief life be ended.”
'Twas saucy Celia smiled on me, All banisned was her sorrow: “To-day Til loose the silly fish, For I shall kill to-morrow.”
# The Collected Poems of Dora Sigerson Shorter/The Awakening

From The Collected Poems of Dora Sigerson Shorter (1907).
THE AWAKENING
I had no culture for my love, Hungrily my heart cried: “Knowledge, be my master, Turn, brain, O faster. Grind the seeds of wisdom fine, Till no mind be wise as mine, At my wit in smiting Men will smile delighting. 'Tis not too quick for craft, or Not too keen for laughter.” Wise for love's sweet sake to be Surely is no vanity.
I had no fairness for my love. Hungrily my heart cried: “Beauty, be my handmaid! Leave me unafraid. That another glass have shown Fair a face as hath my own.” So the early morning Found me still adorning. Going from the glass with pride, Coming back unsatisfied. Vain for love's sweet sake to be Surely is no vanity.
Lo! my love was not my love. Stonily my heart cried: “Take a fool for master, Turn, brain, O faster, While the jingling bells repeat Much the chaff and little wheat Behind a pair of soul-lit eyes You a soul would fain surprise. Non ewise as he you ne'er could know. Because a sweet tongue tells you so. All his deeds were done before; All his thoughts a borrowed store. Said I, “He is heaven-sent With his thinking brows so bent,” This false light that made my day Was the sun's reflected ray, Dancing broken on the wave Of ignorance, nor can I save One tossing spark of foolish light To make a beacon for my night Blind for love's sweet sake to be, Seeing is a misery.”
# The Collected Poems of Dora Sigerson Shorter/The Blow Returned

From The Collected Poems of Dora Sigerson Shorter (1907).
THE BLOW RETURNED
I struck you once, I do remember well. Hard on the track of passion sorrow sped, And swift repentance, weeping for the blow; I struck you once—and now you're lying dead!
Now you are gone the blow no longer sleeps In your forgiveness hushed through all the years; But like a phantom haunts me through the dark, To cry, “You gave your own belovèd tears.”
Stript now of all excuses, stern and stark. With all your small transgressings dimmed or fled. The ghost returns the blow upon my heart. I struck you once—and now you're lying dead.
# The Collected Poems of Dora Sigerson Shorter/Spring Song: To Ireland

From The Collected Poems of Dora Sigerson Shorter (1907).
SPRING SONG: TO IRELAND
Weep no more, heart of my heart, no more! The night has passed and the dawn is here, The cuckoo calls from the budding trees, And tells us that Spring is near.
Sorrow no more, beloved, no more! For see, sweet emblem of hope untold, The tears that soft on the shamrocks fall There turn to blossoms of gold.
Winter has gone with his blighting breath, No more to chill thee with cold or fear. The brook laughs loud in its liberty, Green buds on the hedge appear.
Weep no more, life of my heart, no more! The birds are carolling sweet and clear; The warmth of Summer is in the breeze. And the Spring—the Spring is here.