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# The Black Riders & Other Lines

* Black riders came from the sea.
* Three little birds in a row
* In the Desert
* Yes, I have a thousand tongues
* Once There Came a Man
* God fashioned the ship of the world carefully
* Mystic shadow, bending near me,
* I looked here
* I stood upon a high place,
* Should the wide world roll away,
* In a lonely place,
* "And the sins of the fathers shall be"
* If there is a witness to my little life,
* There was a crimson clash of war.
* "Tell brave deeds of war."
* Charity thou art a lie,
* There were many who went in huddled procession
* In heaven
* A god in wrath
* A learned man came to me once
* There was, before me
* Once I saw mountains angry
* Places Among the Stars
* I Saw a Man Pursuing the Horizon
* Behold, the grave of a wicked man
* There was set before me a mighty hill
* A youth in apparel that glittered
* "Truth," said a traveller
* Behold, from the land of the farther suns
* Supposing that I should have the courage
* Many workmen
* Two or three angels
* There was one I met upon the road
* I Stood upon a Highway
* A man saw a ball of gold in the sky
* I Met a Seer
* On the horizon the peaks assembled
* The ocean said to me once
* The livid lightnings flashed in the clouds
* And you love me
* Love walked alone
* I walked in a desert
* There came whisperings in the winds
* I was in the Darkness
* Tradition, thou art for suckling children
* Many red devils ran from my heart
* "Think as I think," said a man
* Once there was a man
* I stood musing in a black world
* You say you are holy
* A man went before a strange God
* Why do you strive for greatness, fool?
* Blustering God
* "It was wrong to do this," said the angel
* A man toiled on a burning road
* A man feared that he might find an assassin
* With eye and with gesture
* The sage lectured brilliantly
* Walking in the sky
* Upon the road of my life
* There was a Man and a Woman
* There was a man who lived a life of fire
* There was a great cathedral
* Friend, your white beard sweeps the ground
* Once, I knew a fine song
* If I should cast off this tattered coat
* God lay dead in heaven
* A spirit sped
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# The Black Riders & Other Lines/"It was wrong to do this," said the angel

This poem was published in 1905 in the volume The Black Rider & Other Lines.
"It was wrong to do this," said the angel. "You should live like a flower, Holding malice like a puppy, Waging war like a lambkin."
"Not so," quoth the man Who had no fear of spirits; "It is only wrong for angels Who can live like the flowers, Holding malice like the puppies, Waging war like the lambkins."
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# The Black Riders & Other Lines/"Tell brave deeds of war."

This poem was published in 1905 in the volume The Black Rider & Other Lines.
"Tell brave deeds of war."
Then they recounted tales, — "There were stern stands And bitter runs for glory."
Ah, I think there were braver deeds.
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# The Black Riders & Other Lines/"And the sins of the fathers shall be"

This poem was published in 1905 in the volume The Black Riders & Other Lines.
"And the sins of the fathers shall be visited upon the heads of the children, even unto the third and fourth generation of them that hate me."
Well, then I hate thee, unrighteous picture; Wicked image, I hate thee; So, strike with thy vengeance The heads of those little men Who come blindly. It will be a brave thing.
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# The Awakening (Chopin)/Chapter VI

VI
Edna Pontellier could not have told why, wishing to go to the beach with Robert, she should in the first place have declined, and in the second place have followed in obedience to one of the two contradictory impulses which impelled her.
A certain light was beginning to dawn dimly within her,—the light which, showing the way, forbids it.
At that early period it served but to bewilder her. It moved her to dreams, to thoughtfulness, to the shadowy anguish which had overcome her the midnight when she had abandoned herself to tears.
In short, Mrs. Pontellier was beginning to realize her position in the universe as a human being, and to recognize her relations as an individual to the world within and about her. This may seem like a ponderous weight of wisdom to descend upon the soul of a young woman of ​twenty-eight—perhaps more wisdom than the Holy Ghost is usually pleased to vouchsafe to any woman.
But the beginning of things, of a world especially, is necessarily vague, tangled, chaotic, and exceedingly disturbing. How few of us ever emerge from such beginning! How many souls perish in its tumult!
The voice of the sea is seductive; never ceasing, whispering, clamoring, murmuring, inviting the soul to wander for a spell in abysses of solitude; to lose itself in mazes of inward contemplation.
The voice of the sea speaks to the soul. The touch of the sea is sensuous, enfolding the body in its soft, close embrace.
# The Brigs of Ayr (Full version)

* "The Brigs of Ayr", in The Beauties of Burn's Poems (1819), a chapbook printed in Falkirk
* "The Brigs of Ayr", in The Poetical Works of Robert Burns (1887), edited by Alexander Smith
# The Bristol Mercury and Daily Post/Death of Thomas Kerslake

The Bristol Mercury and Daily Post (Bristol, England), Tuesday, January 6, 1891; p.8 Issue 13307. — The Talk of Bristol
In literary circles in a Bristol many will regret to learn of the death, announced in our obituary column, of Mr Thomas Kerslake, one of the most famous booksellers of the old school. For the vest part of half a century he was in business at the bottom of Park street, near the Literary and Philosophic Institution, now the wellknown Masonic hall, and afterwards he removed to the top of that thoroughfare, Mr Kerslake was not only notable for his knowledge of the value of old books, but was a great collector and an authority on most bookish matters. As an antiquarian he had a store of literary knowledge, as was manifest on many occasions in his contribution to the Mercury and to "Notes and Queries," as well as to other publications, Only a few years ago he took part in one or two literary discussion in the columns of this journal. He retired from business a short time ago, and had reached the advanced age of 78 years when he ided yesterday at his residence, Wynford, Clevedon.
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# The Brisbane Courier/1878/Notice of public auction of Lots 1 and 2 in subdivision of Allotment 19 of Section 29 owned by Telegraph Newspaper Company

Public notice in Friday 30 August 1878, of auction to be held on Monday, September 16. It ran without alteration until that day, with "2692" at the bottom of each.
MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 16.
By Order of the Directors of the Telegraph Newspaper Company.
TWO SPLENDID BUSINESS SITES,
each having 25ft. frontage to
EDWARD-STREET,
between the Patriot Newspaper Office and Ahern's Hotel, at the corner of
QUEEN-STREET,
while directly opposite to Finney,Isles, & Co.'s Wholesale Warehouse, being one of the most valuable unutilised properties in the city.
Terms very easy, declared at Sale.
JOHN CAMERON has been favored with instructions from the Directors of the Telegraph Newspaper Compauy to sell by public auction, at his Real Property Mart, Town Hall, on MONDAY, September 16, at Eleven o'clock,
All those pieces of Land described upon the
plan of subdivision of Allotment 19 of Section 29, as Lots 1 and 2, each having a frontage to
EDWARD-STREET
of 25ft., by a depth of 120ft.
These invaluable business sites are only 2 chains
removed from
QUEEN-STREET,
and are quite equal in value for almost any description of business to any of the intermediate lots in our leading thoroughfares, more especially as the Telegraph Newspaper Company are now calling for tenders to erect premises for conducting and carrying on the business of the Telegraph and Week newspapers on the property adjoining that now offered to the public.
These sites are literally in the heart of the business portion of the Metropolis, being in the midst of, and surrounded by, the new and handsome premises in course of erection for the A.M.P. Society, tho Joint Stock Bank, Finney, Isles & Co.'s aud Edwards & Chapman's drapery establishments, the Patriot newspaper office, Cleghorn's printing office, and a whole host of other important firms; and last, but by no means least, the new Telegraph newspaper offices will be erected, as stated above, on the lot immediately adjoining the land.
To give those who are ignorant of the fact an idea of the value of land in the locality, the Auctioneer may state that only a few mouths ago he was offered by one of our city firms £175 per foot for 82 feet frontage to Queen-street, the land backing up to and only separated from the sites now offered by a 20ft. right-of-way, and the offer was declined. This little incident speaks volumes as to the value of the position.
The plan showing the subdivision, together with plans of the proposed building to be erected for the Telegraph Newspaper Company, can be seen by calling at the Auctioneer's mart.
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# The Brisbane Courier

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The pages listed below are an automatically generated listing.
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# The Bristol Mercury and Daily Post/Death of Thomas Kerslake (2)

The Bristol Mercury and Daily Post (Bristol, England), Wednesday, January 7, 1891; p.8 Issue 13308. — The Talk of Bristol
The announcement made in this column yesterday, of the death of Mr Thomas Kerslake came as a sad surprise to many Bristolians amongst whom the deceased gentleman was well known. It was as long ago as 1828 that Mr Kerslake set up in business at the bottom of Park street, and he removed to the top of that thoroughfare about 30 years since, after a fire, in which he lost some very valuable books. His bibliographical knowledge was widely recognised, and during his business some very rare volumes passed through his hands at different times. Notwithstanding his astuteness, however, he once made mistake which he never afterwards forgot, bu under-estimating the value of some original scores of Handel, and disposing of them at a comparatively low figure. Mr Kerslake's great delight in life was his study of matters archælogical, and for many he years he regularly contributed articles to various papers, in addition to occasionally issuing pamphlets for private circulation. In the Bristol and Gloucester archælogical publications are to be found several of his writing; and amongst other papers to which he addressed articles, controversial and otherwise, may be mentioned the Bristol Mercury, the "Athenæum," and the "Academy." It can hardly be said that Mr Kerslake was a popular writer, his style being somewhat didactic and polemic; but he was a man of shrewd mind, keen perception, and original though, and when he engage into controversy his arguments were invariably weighty and to the point. The retirement of Mr Kerslake from business a few years ago afforded him great leisure, of which he fully availed himself, for the pursuit of his favourite study; and only a month since the "Academy" contained one of his article. Mr Kerslake's wife died seven or eight years ago, and he leave no family.
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# The Ball and the Cross

1909.

### Contents

* I: A Discussion Somewhat in the Air
* II: The Religion of the Stipendiary Magistrate
* III: Some Old Curiosities
* IV: A Discussion at Dawn
* V: The Peacemaker
* VI: The Other Philosopher
* VII: The Village of Grassley-in-the-Hole
* VIII: An Interlude of Argument
* IX: The Strange Lady
* X: The Swords Rejoined
* XI: A Scandal in the Village
* XII: The Desert Island
* XIII: The Garden of Peace
* XIV: A Museum of Souls
* XV: The Dream of MacIan
* XVI: The Dream of Turnbull
* XVII: The Idiot
* XVIII: A Riddle of Faces
* XIX: The Last Parley
* XX: Dies Irae
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# The Barren Islands

Extracted from Blue Book magazine, June 1924, pp. 168–192. [#Trenchard]
That daring adventurer Trenchard whose exciting fortunes you followed in last month’s success “Madagascar Gold” is also the central figure in this new story of sudden hazard and swift action in far ports and seas. And you'll find this sequel even more interesting than its predecessor.
The BARREN ISLANDS
A complete novelette by H. Bedford-Jones
“The Brazen Peacock,” “Cactus and Rattlers,” “The Second Life of M. the Devil” and many other fine stories have well demonstrated Mr. Bedford-Jones’ extraordinary gift for fast-moving fiction. But never have his talents showed to more enjoyable advantage than in this absorbing novelette.
* Chapter I
* Chapter II
* Chapter III
* Chapter IV
* Chapter V
* Chapter VI
* Chapter VII
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# The Bengali Book of English Verse/In Memoriam, Michael Madhusudan Dutt (Nabakrishna Ghosh)

NOBO KISSEN GHOSE (Ram Sharma). 1837-1918.
In Memoriam
MICHAEL MADHUSUDAN DUTT.
Mourn, poor Bangala, mourn, thy hapless state! Thy swan, thy warbler's snatched by ruthless fate! Oh, snatched in prime of life, thy darling child, Datta who sang in magic numbers wild Great Megnath—Indra's haughty conquering foe, Hurled by brave Lakshman to the shades below! —Hushed is the tuneful voice that thrilled the soul, Silent the lyre whose swelling notes did roll In streams of music sweet that did impart A life—a soul ev'n to the dullest heart! Ah, poor unhappy land! how sad thy doom, Thy noblest sons are lost in vigor's bloom! Oh Death how stern, implacable thou art To single them out for thy cruel dart! Ye children of Bangala, o'er his bier Pour forth your sorrows—shed the grateful tear To wit and talents due, and genius rare, Now lost beyond the reach of hope and care! What though no pageant grand, no funeral show Followed his hearse in sable garb of woe? What though no column high, no living bust Should mark the spot where lies his honoured dust? He needs not these, though prized by little men; His works his noblest monument remain! Oh, crown your poet's grave with flowery wreaths, The flesh is dead, th' immortal spirit breathes!
# The Bengali Book of English Verse/Indians at the Front (Roby Datta)

Indians at the Front.
Fight for the cause of Britain and of right, Ye Indians brave, and lay the tyrant low, A 'cultured' yet at heart a savage foe, That dares astound the world with ruthless might.
For peace, for commerce and for freedom fight, Fight to relieve a hapless nation's woe, That in the cause of all the world did throw Her lot in with your king in terror's spite.
Your country needs no tyrant's lip-deep lore Her old enlightenment to vindicate, That placed her high among the states of yore:
For valour India always has been great, And ye are India's sons, and—what is more— Fit partners of a world-embracing State.
# The Bengali Book of English Verse/London (Manmohan Ghose)

London.
Farewell, sweetest country; out of my heart, you roses, Wayside roses, nodding the slow traveller to keep. Too long have I drowsed alone in the meadows deep, Too long alone endured the silence Nature espouses.
O, the rush, the rapture of life!—throngs, lights, houses! This is London. I wake as a sentinel from sleep.
Stunned with the fresh thunder, the harsh delightful noises, I move entranced on the thronging pavement. How sweet, To eyes sated with green, the dusty brick-walled street! And the lone spirit, of self so weary, how it rejoices To be lost in others, bathed in the tones of human voices, And feel hurried along the happy tread of feet.
And a sense of vast sympathy my heart almost crazes, The warmth of kindred hearts in thousands beating with mine. Each fresh face, each figure, my spirit drinks like wine, Thousands endlessly passing. Violets, daisies, What is your charm to the passionate charm of faces, This ravishing reality, this earthliness divine?
O murmur of men more sweet than all the wood's caresses. How sweet only to be an unknown leaf that sings In the forest of life! Cease, nature, thy whisperings, Can I talk with leaves, or fall in love with breezes? Beautiful boughs, your shade not a human pang appeases, This is London. I lie, and twine in the roots of things.
# The Bengali Book of English Verse/Jelaludeen Khiliji (Shoshee Chunder Dutt)

Jelaludeen Khiliji.
Malleck Feroze, otherwise called Jelaludeen, was the son of Malleck, a soldier of fortune and chief of the Afghan tribe called Khiliji. He was raised to the throne by a powerful faction, on the murder of Keikobad, of which he was believed to be the principal instigator: but he affected extreme regret at having his high office forced on him; and, while on the throne, was remarkable for his exceeding humility, clemency and simplicity of manners.
I am a king, but why forget That I am still a man? And why should gilded baubles lure, And thoughts unclean, and deeds impure Engross life's little span?
Who in the pride and pomp of state Hath ever found his spirit's rest? In Glory's thraldom who was blest?
What is there in a pageant's blaze To cheer a monarch's eye? And why should flattery's voice subdue, Or why should dazzling trinkets woo, Or vests of purple dye, That soul which God has deign'd to raise Above the reach of vulgar pain, And fortune's frown, and pride's disdain?
I scorn the applause of servile men, The wicked passions shun; Nor would I barter for renown, A richer jewel than my crown, The feelings which I own: I seek the poor in every den; The rustic's cheerful hearth is mine, I laugh with him—with him repine.
The friends with whom my footsteps ranged O'er barren rock and hill. To them with haughtiness to speak, This faithful heart would surely break, And be for ever still: I find my feelings are unchanged, Or I these royal robes would scorn, And be again what I was born.
When I was low I ne'er repined, Nor cursed my humble lot; I never ask'd for wealth or pride, Ne'er turn'd from poverty aside, My duty ne'er forgot;
I sought for peace within my mind: A man content I roved the green, In folly's path was never seen.
The sick, the grieved, I tend them still Beside their beds of straw; A welcome guest where'er I come, I always seek the poor man's home: My word they say is law; Then be fulfill'd a monarch's will, Avaunt, fly Fear, let Discord cease, And come and bless us meek-eyed Peace.
I ask'd not to be raised to state, I never sought a throne; With greater pleasure I could dwell, My friends and I within a cell, Than thus reign all alone— The greatest man among the great! No, rather would I choose to be The poorest of the company.
O Thou! who from the lowliest life Hast raised me 'bove my peers, When all the world lies hush'd in sleep, Before Thy throne my soul doth creep, In penitence and tears: Since to this state, with peril rife, Lord! Thou hast dragg'd me in Thy wrath, In pity light my rugged path.
# The Bengali Book of English Verse/Lines (Govin Chunder Dutt)

Lines.
When from the dewsprent rose the blustering wind Steals leaf by leaf away, Sighs the sad flower to leave no trace behind, No record of its day?
When the fair colours in the rainbow laid, Dissolve in heaven's own hue, Weep they to find their glories blend and fade Into the pristine blue?
When stars on stars before the rising sun Sink down and disappear, Mourns any that its brief career is run, And leaves no vestige here?
Why then should man alone indulge in grief, Or ever wish to give A frail memorial of his sojourn brief To those who later live?
What the necessity of earthly fame, Or monument, or mound, To one who in the Book of Life, his name Shall see, if faithful found?