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# Abroad with Mark Twain and Eugene Field/Mark in France and Italy

MARK IN FRANCE AND ITALY
From Paris Mark Twain usually returned disgruntled. His stories did not go in France, and there was that "Dreyfus affair" that made him sick of the "frog-eaters forever and a day." Nor was Mark appreciated in Italy.
"The Dagoes," he used to say, "like their humor colored with politics, of which I know nothing, or flavored with risqué stories, which my wife won't let me write—there you are. As to France—one critical Madame gave me to understand that I am 'lacking in the stupendous task of interpreting the great tableaux of real American life.' See? When a wet blanket of that kind is clapped on to you, what is the use of further efforts? I am a dead one, according to Madame, and Mark Twain is too humane to whip a dead horse. I will tell you what is really the matter with France," concluded Twain. "Every Frenchman who can read and write has in his closet a frock coat embroidered with the lilies (or whatever flower it may be) of the Académie Française—hoping against hope that he may be elected to the Institute like Molière or Zola. Hence Monsieur is very critical and pronounces everything he doesn't understand 'bosh!' A joke in Chicago, you know, is a riddle in Paris, and, as one Frenchman put it, 'I get guffaws out of people by thumping them on the ribs.' I would never dare thump a Frenchman, of course—I might bust him."
# Abroad with Mark Twain and Eugene Field/Mark on "Royal Honors"

MARK ON "ROYAL HONORS"
Mark and I were walking down the Linden, Berlin, when a royal carriage, easily distinguished for its well-known breed of horses and livery, passed us. When it drew near the "Foot Guards," a drum and fife corps and half a hundred soldiers, under a lieutenant, rushed out, stood at attention and made a frightful racket.
Mark remained glued to the spot at the first sound of the "royalist propaganda"—his description—and eyed the spectacle with a mixture of amazement and disgust written all over his genial face.
"That carriage was empty," he observed, after a lot of staring and pulling at his moustache.
"What's the difference? If it were full of princes there would be a void—somewhere," I replied.
"Thanks awfully," said Mark, impatiently, "I was once greeted by fife and drums and thought it the most tremendous honor ever paid to a writing person. And now I see they do as much for an empty carriage, when there is a coat of arms on the door.
"Yes, I got so inflated with the reverse of modesty when the boys in red were tickling the veal-skin for me and worked their merry flutes, I well nigh bust off the buttons of my Prince Albert. It happened in Ottawa when I was visiting the Governor General, the ​Marquis of Lorne, and come to think of it, I was riding in one of Lorne's carriages. When we neared the Government House, the guards tumbled out like mad, the drummer boys worked like windmills in a gale and the fifes like steam calliopes. Sure, I felt like a hundred and fifteen degrees in the shade and I must have walked into the hall with the strut of Larry Barrett playing the Ghost in Hamlet. It was the proudest moment of my life then—and now I see it was all bosh and balderdash."
Speaking of those Canadian days, Mark vehemently rebuked me when I suggested that the Marquis of Lorne was "a prosy ass."
"But I admit it's embarrassing to visit in a family where the head of the house is a mere Lord, while the wife is kowtowed to as her Royal Highness. Mixes one up so, and I think that in my perplexity I once or twice said a Lord too many, namely, 'Oh Lord, Oh Lord.' I never was boss in my own house, but I like other men to be the he-brute for fair. At Ottawa I recalled a hundred times Lola Montez, the girl who started the revolution in Munich by wearing the breeches at the Palace.
"'I am the master here,' shouted King Louis, during one of their rows.
"'And I am the mistress, don't you forget that,' replied Lola.
​"Now, Lola was only a common baggage, strolling actor-folks' bairn," added Mark. "Think of the advantages royal birth gives to a woman. Such a one, even if born without legs, would wear the breeches and boss the show."
# A Song of Liberty (William Blake)

* The Eternal Female groan’d; it was heard over all the earth:
* Albion’s coast is sick silent; the American meadows faint.
* Shadows of prophecy shiver along by the lakes and the rivers, and mutter across the ocean. France, rend down thy dungeon!
* Golden Spain, burst the barriers of old Rome!
* Cast thy keys, O Rome, into the deep—down falling, even to eternity down falling;
* And weep!
* In her trembling hands she took the new-born terror, howling.
* On those infinite mountains of light now barr’d out by the Atlanticsea, the new-born fire stood before the starry king.
* Flagg’d with grey-brow’d snows and thunderous visages, the jealous wings wav’d over the deep.
* The speary hand burn’d aloft; unbuckled was the shield; forth went the hand of jealousy among the flaming hair, and hurl’d the new-born wonder through the starry night.
* The fire, the fire is falling!
* Look up! look up! O citizen of London, enlarge thy countenance! O Jew, leave counting gold; return to thy oil and wine! O African, black African! (Go, winged thought, widen his forehead.)
* The fiery limbs, the flaming hair shot like the sinking sun into the Western sea.
* Wak’d from his eternal sleep, the hoary element roaring fled away.
* Down rush’d, beating his wings in vain, the jealous king, his grey-brow’d councillors, thunderous warriors, curl’d veterans, among helms and shields, and chariots, horses, elephants, banners, castles, slings, and rocks.
* Falling, rushing, ruining; buried in the ruins, on Urthona’s dens.
* All night beneath the ruins; then their sullen flames, faded, emerge round the gloomy king.
* With thunder and fire, leading his starry hosts through the waste wilderness, he promulgates his ten commandments, glancing his beamy eyelids over the deep in dark dismay.
* Where the Son of Fire in his Eastern cloud, while the Morning plumes her golden breast,
* Spurning the clouds written with curses, stamps the stony law to dust, loosing the eternal horses from the dens of night, crying: “Empire is no more! and now the lion and wolf shall cease.”
CHORUS
Let the Priests of the Raven of Dawn, no longer in deadly black, with hoarse note curse the Sons of Joy. Nor his accepted brethren whom, tyrant, he calls free, lay the bound or build the roof. Nor pale religious lechery call that virginity that wishes, but acts not! For everything that lives is holy.
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# A Song of Pitcairn's Island

Come, take our boy, and we will go Before our cabin door; The winds shall bring us, as they blow, The murmurs of the shore; And we will kiss his young blue eyes, And I will sing him, as he lies, Songs that were made of yore: I'll sing, in his delighted ear, The island lays thou lov'st to hear.
And thou, while stammering I repeat, Thy country's tongue shalt teach; 'Tis not so soft, but far more sweet, Than my own native speech: For thou no other tongue didst know, When, scarcely twenty moons ago, Upon Tahete's beach, Thou cam'st to woo me to be thine, With many a speaking look and sign.
I knew thy meaning--thou didst praise My eyes, my locks of jet; Ah! well for me they won thy gaze,-- But thine were fairer yet!
I'm glad to see my infant wear Thy soft blue eyes and sunny hair, And when my sight is met By his white brow and blooming cheek, I feel a joy I cannot speak.
Come talk of Europe's maids with me, Whose necks and cheeks, they tell, Outshine the beauty of the sea, White foam and crimson shell. I'll shape like theirs my simple dress, And bind like them each jetty tress. A sight to please thee well: And for my dusky brow will braid A bonnet like an English maid.
Come, for the soft low sunlight calls, We lose the pleasant hours; 'Tis lovelier than these cottage walls,-- That seat among the flowers. And I will learn of thee a prayer, To Him, who gave a home so fair, A lot so blessed as ours-- The God who made, for thee and me, This sweet lone isle amid the sea.
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# A Song of the English (1909)/England's Answer

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ENGLAND'S ANSWER
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MY ARM IS NOTHING WEAK, MY STRENGTH IS NOT GONE BY
Deeper than speech our love, stronger than life our tether, But we do not fall on the neck nor kiss when we come together. My arm is nothing weak, my strength is not gone by; Sons, I have borne many sons, but my dugs are not dry.
MY ARM IS NOTHING WEAK MY STRENGTH IS NOT GONE BY
ENGLAND'S ANSWER
Truly ye come of The Blood; slower to bless than to ban; Little used to lie down at the bidding of any man. Flesh of the flesh that I bred, bone of the bone that I bare;
Stark as your sons shall be—stern as your fathers were. Deeper than speech our love, stronger than life our tether, But we do not fall on the neck nor kiss when we come together.
My arm is nothing weak, my strength is not gone by; Sons, I have borne many sons, but my dugs are not dry. Look, I have made ye a place and opened wide the doors,
That ye may talk together, your Barons and Councillors— Wards of the Outer March, Lords of the Lower Seas, Ay, talk to your grey mother that bore you on her knees!—
That ye may talk together, brother to brother's face— Thus for the good of your peoples— thus for the Pride of the Race. Also, we will make promise. So long as The Blood endures,
I shall know that your good is mine: ye shall feel that my strength is yours: In the day of Armageddon, at the last great fight of all, That Our House stand together and the pillars do not fall.
Draw now the threefold knot firm on the ninefold bands, And the Law that ye make shall be law after the rule of your lands. This for the waxen Heath, and that for the Wattle-bloom,
This for the Maple-leaf, and that for the southern Broom. The Law that ye make shall be law and I do not press my will, Because ye are Sons of The Blood and call me Mother still.
Now must ye speak to your kinsmen and they must speak to you, After the use of the English, in straight-flung words and few. Go to your work and be strong, halting not in your ways,
Baulking the end half-won for an instant dole of praise. Stand to your work and be wise—certain of sword and pen, Who are neither children nor Gods, but men in a world of men!
# A Song of Liberty

* A Song of Liberty. Blake, William. The Marriage of Heaven and Hell, c. 1793. Privately printed, p. 25-27
* A Song of Liberty. Swinburne William Blake, a critical essay, 1863. 'The prophetic books' p. 223-224
* A Song of Liberty Ellis, E. ed., The poetical works of William Blake, 1906. London: Chatto & Windus. Volume 1 p. 267-270
* A Song of Liberty Sampson, J. ed., Poetical works of William Blake, 1913. London: Oxford University Press. p. 293-294
# A Song of Love (Carroll)

* "Say, what is the spell, when her fledgelings are cheeping" in Chapter 19 of Sylvie and Bruno Concluded—for versions, see Sylvie and Bruno Concluded
* "A Song of Love" in Three Sunsets and Other Poems (1898)
# A Song of the English (1909)/A Song of the English

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A SONG OF THE ENGLISH
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HE HATH SMOTE FOR US A PATHWAY TO THE ENDS OF ALL THE EARTH
Fair is our lot—goodly is our heritage! (Humble ye, my people, and be fearful in your mirth!) For the Lord our God Most High He hath made the deep as dry, He hath smote for us a pathway to the ends of all the Earth!
A SONG OF THE ENGLISH
Fair is our lot—O goodly is our heritage! (Humble ye, my people, and be fearful in your mirth!) For the Lord our God Most High He hath made the deep as dry, He hath smote for us a pathway to the ends of all the Earth!
Yea, though we sinned—and our rulers went from righteousness— Deep in all dishonour though we stained our garments' hem. Oh be ye not dismayed, Though we stumbled and we strayed. We were led by evil counsellors—the Lord shall deal with them!
Hold ye the Faith—the Faith our Fathers sealed us; Whoring not with visions—overwise and overstale Except ye pay the Lord Single heart and single sword, Of your children in their bondage shall He ask them treble-tale!
Keep ye the Law—be swift in all obedience— Clear the land of evil, drive the road and bridge the ford. Make ye sure to each his own That he reap where he hath sown; By the peace among Our peoples let men know we serve the Lord!
Hear now a song—a song of broken interludes— A song of little cunning; of a singer nothing worth. Through the naked words and mean May ye see the truth between As the singer knew and touched it in the ends of all the Earth!
# A Song of Swords

Written 1913, this poem is based on an incident in which rioters in the town of Swords, Dublin stopped a herd of cattle that entered their town.
* "A Song of Swords" in Poems (1915).
* "A Song of Swords" in Utopia of Usurers and Other Essays (1917).
# A Song of Love

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* "A Song of Love", an anonymous poem, translated by Nina Davis
* "A Song of Love", a poem by Lewis Carroll
* "A Song of Love", a poem by Sidney Lanier

### See also

* Love Song
# Alumni Oxonienses: the Members of the University of Oxford, 1500-1714/Awbrey, John (3)

From volume 1 of the work.
​Awbrey, John, s. John, of Grendon, co. Hereford, gent. Christ Church, matric. 9 May, 1628, aged 20, student 1627, expelled by order 15 May, 1648; B.A. from Brasenose Coll. 3 July, 1628, M.A. from Christ Church 30 April, 1631, created B.D. 1 Feb., 1647-8 (and admitted 2 Nov. following), buried in Christ Church 29 March, 1649. See Gutch, i. 511; & Burrows, 30, 92, etc.
# Alumni Oxonienses: the Members of the University of Oxford, 1500-1714/Awbrey, John (2)

From volume 1 of the work.
​Awbrey, John, 1s. Thomas, of Llantrithid, co. Glamorgan, militis. Wadham Coll., matric. 3 Nov., 1626, aged 20; created a baronet 23 July, 1660, admitted to Gray's Inn 1626, buried at Llantrithyd 25 March, 1679, brother of Thomas 1627. See Foster's Gray's Inn Reg.
# Alumni Oxonienses: the Members of the University of Oxford, 1500-1714/Aubrey, Thomas

From volume 1 of the work.
​Aubrey, Thomas (Auberie), student of Christ Church 1569, B.A. 7 July, 1573, M.A. 22 May, 1577, admou. at Oxford 6 Jan., 1596-7. See O.H.S., xii. 29.
# Alumni Oxonienses: the Members of the University of Oxford, 1500-1714/Awbrey, (Sir) John (1)

From volume 1 of the work.
​Awbrey, (Sir) John, s. John, of Llantrythydd, co. Glamorgan, Bart. Jesus Coll., matric. 29 Oct., 1668, aged 18; of Llantrithyd, 2nd baronet, M.P. Brackley 1698-1700, killed Sept., 1700, by a fall from his horse, father of the next named.
# Alumni Oxonienses: the Members of the University of Oxford, 1500-1714/Awbrey, (Sir) John (2)

From volume 1 of the work.
​Awbrey, (Sir) John, s. J., of Llantrythydd, co. Glamorgan, Bart. Jesus Coll., matric. 7 April, 1698, aged 17; 3rd baronet, M.P. Cardiff Feb., 1706-10, died 16 April, 1743.
# Alumni Oxonienses: the Members of the University of Oxford, 1500-1714/Awbrey, John (1)

From volume 1 of the work.
​Awbrey, John, of London, gent. Magdalen Coll., matric. 26 June, 1621, aged 16; demy 1620-30, B.A. 26 June, 1624, M.A. 17 April, 1627, B.Med. and licenced to practice 21 Oct., 1634, D. Med. 5 July, 1639, admon. at Oxford 19 Sept., 1639. See Bloxam, v. 106.
# Alumni Oxonienses: the Members of the University of Oxford, 1500-1714/Aubrey, Samuel

From volume 1 of the work.
​Aubrey, Samuel ('Aubry'), of London, gent. St. John's Coll., matric. 6 July, 1593, aged 14; (son and heir of Morgan, of London, esquire,) of Clehonger, co. Hereford, admitted to the Middle Temple 1598, knighted July or Aug., 1620, died 19 May, 1645, buried in Hereford Cathedral, father of Herbert 1621. See Foster's Inns of Court Reg.
# Alumni Oxonienses: the Members of the University of Oxford, 1500-1714/Awbrey, Charles

From volume 1 of the work.
​Awbrey, Charles, of Jesus Coll., in or before 1572-3. See O.H.S., i.
# Alumni Oxonienses: the Members of the University of Oxford, 1500-1714/Awbrey, Havard

From volume 1 of the work.
​Awbrey, Havard, of co. Brecknock, eq. aur. fil. Jesus Coll., matric. 3 May, 1616, aged 17; 5th son of Sir Edward of Tredomen.
# Alumni Oxonienses: the Members of the University of Oxford, 1500-1714/Awbrey, Lewis

From volume 1 of the work.
​Awbrey, Lewis, s. Matth., of Cardiff, co. Glamorgan, p.p. Christ Church, matric. 21 June, 1677, aged 15; B.A. 1681, M.A. 29 Jan., 1683-4, vicar of East Garston, Berks, 1681, rector of Lantrithyd, co. Glamorgan, 1685, and of Llanthetty, co. Brecon, 1700. See Foster's Index Ecclesiasticus.
# A Study in Scarlet (London: Ward, Lock & Co.)

A STUDY IN SCARLET
"Lestrade and Holmes sprang upon him like so many staghounds." (Page 54.)
A STUDY IN SCARLET
BY
SIR A. CONAN DOYLE AUTHOR OF "ADVENTURES OF SHERLOCK HOLMES," "THE SIGN OF FOUR," ETC
WITH A NOTE ON SHERLOCK HOLMES BY DR. JOSEPH BELL
ILLUSTRATED BY GEORGE HUTCHINSON
LONDON WARD, LOCK AND CO. LIMITED
CONTENTS
| | | PAGE |
| Publishers' Note to this Edition | Publishers' Note to this Edition | 7 |
| "Mr. Sherlock Holmes." By Dr. Joseph Bell | "Mr. Sherlock Holmes." By Dr. Joseph Bell | 8 |
| PART I (Being a Reprint from the Reminiscences of John H. Watson, M.D., late of the Army Medical Department.) |||
| CHAPTER | CHAPTER | PAGE |
| I | Mr. Sherlock Holmes | 13 |
| II | The Science of Deduction | 18 |
| III | The Lauriston Gardens Mystery | 25 |
| IV | What John Rance had to Tell | 33 |
| V | Our Advertisement Brings a Visitor | 37 |
| VI | Tobias Gregson Shows What He Can Do | 42 |
| VII | Light in the Darkness | 48 |
| PART II The Country of the Saints |||
| I | On the Great Alkali Plain | 56 |
| II | The Flower of Utah | 63 |
| III | John Ferrier Talks with the Prophet | 68 |
| IV | A Flight for Life | 71 |
| V | The Avenging Angels | 78 |
| VI | A Continuation of the Reminiscences of John Watson, M.D. | 84 |
| VII | The Conclusion | 92 |
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# A Study in Scarlet/Publishers' Note

PUBLISHERS' NOTE TO THIS EDITION
As it is in A Study in Scarlet that Mr. Sherlock Holmes is first introduced to the public, and his methods of work described, it occurred to the publishers of the volume that a paper on "Sherlock Holmes," which Dr. Doyle's old master, Dr. Joseph Bell, the original of Sherlock Holmes, contributed recently to The Bookman, would greatly interest readers who did not see it when it appeared in that publication.
Dr. Bell's "intuitive powers" in dealing with his patients were, so his pupil, Dr. Doyle, tells us in the pages of The Strand Magazine "simply marvellous." Case No. I would step up.
"'I see,' said Mr. Bell, 'you're suffering from drink: You even carry a flask in the inside breast pocket of your coat.'
"Another case would come forward.
"'Cobbler, I see.' Then he would turn to the students, and point out to them that the inside of the knee, of the man's trousers was worn. That was where the man had rested the lapstone—a peculiarity only found in cobblers.
"All this impressed me very much. He was continually before me—his sharp, piercing eyes, eagle nose, and striking features. There he would sit in his chair with fingers together—he was very dexterous with his hands—and just look at the man or woman before him. He was most kind and painstaking with the students—a real good friend—and when I took my degree and went to Africa the remarkable individuality and discriminating tact of my old master made a deep and lasting impression on me, though I had not the faintest idea that it would one day lead me to forsake medicine for story-writing."
That it did lead Dr. Doyle "to forsake medicine for story-writing," and with what result, every one knows. And as Mr. Sherlock Holmes has now become a household word and almost a public institution, the publishers of A Study in Scarlet hope that the following paper, in which some particulars of Dr. Doyle's early education and training, and of the circumstances which led him to form the habit of making careful observations, will prove of interest to his many readers. Their cordial thanks are due to Dr. Doyle, Dr. Bell, and to the editor and proprietors of The Bookman, for courteously consenting to the reproduction of the paper.
# A Study of Ben Jonson

A Study of Ben Jonson
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A STUDY OF
BEN JONSON
BY
ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE
LONDON CHATTO & WINDUS, PICCADILLY 1889
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CONTENTS
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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# Alumni Oxonienses: the Members of the University of Oxford, 1500-1714/Colepeper, William (3)

From volume 1 of the work.
​Colepeper, William (Culpeper), B.A. from Balliol Coll. 22 June, 1625, M.A. from Hart Hall 18 March, 1633-4, possibly of Lincoln's Inn 1623 (as son and heir of Sir Edward, of Wakehurst, Sussex, knight), created a baronet 20 Sept., 1628, and M.P. East Grinstead 1640 (L.P.), till void 24 Dec., in that year. See Foster's Inns of Court Reg. & Index.
# Alumni Oxonienses: the Members of the University of Oxford, 1500-1714/Cooper, Anthony Ashley (2)

From volume 1 of the work.
​Cooper, Anthony Ashley, born at Wimborne St. Giles, Dorset, s. Anthony, Lord Ashley. Trinity Coll., matric. 2 April, 1666, aged 14; created M.A. 4 Feb., 1666-7, 3rd Earl of Shaftesbury, died 15 Feb., 1713. See Dictionary of National Biography.
# Alumni Oxonienses: the Members of the University of Oxford, 1500-1714/Colepepyr, (Sir) Thomas

From volume 1 of the work.
​Colepepyr, (Sir) Thomas, baronet, s. Rich., of Preston Hall, Kent, baronet. Magdalen Hall, matric. 15 June, 1672, aged 15; 3rd baronet, sheriff of Kent 1704, M.P. Maidstone in 5 parliaments 1705, until his death 18 May, 1723. See Foster's Parliamentary Dictionary.
# Alumni Oxonienses: the Members of the University of Oxford, 1500-1714/Cooper, Benjamin (1)

From volume 1 of the work.
​Cooper, Benjamin, s. William, of Hallam, Notts, pleb. Merton Coll., matric. 16 April, 1641, aged 18; B.A. 22 June, 1647, M.A. 16 Nov., 1648, registrar of the University 1659-1701, will at Oxford (proved) 28 Feb., 1701. See Burrows, 149, etc.
# Alumni Oxonienses: the Members of the University of Oxford, 1500-1714/Cooper, Benjamin (2)

From volume 1 of the work.
​Cooper, Benjamin, pleb. New Coll., matric. 16 Nov., 1650; fellow 1650, M.A. 22 June, 1653 (incorp. at Cambridge 1657), father of George 1682. See Burrows, 37, 169.
# Alumni Oxonienses: the Members of the University of Oxford, 1500-1714/Cooper, Benjamin (3)

From volume 1 of the work.
​Cooper, Benjamin, s. Geo., of Southwell, Notts, gent. Merton Coll., matric. 10 Oct., 1695, aged 17; B.A. 1699, M.A. 1702, rector of Barnold-by-le-Beck 1724, and of Hatcliffe, co. Lincoln, 1724, etc. See Foster's Index Ecclesiasticus.
# Alumni Oxonienses: the Members of the University of Oxford, 1500-1714/Colman, Thomas (1)

From volume 1 of the work.
​Colman, Thomas, of co. Leicester, pleb. Gloucester Hall, matric. 22 Nov., 1581, aged 21; B.A. from Lincoln Coll. 26 Nov., 1584, rector of Thorpe-juxta-Newark 1591. See Foster's Index Ecclesiasticus.
# Alumni Oxonienses: the Members of the University of Oxford, 1500-1714/Colman, Thomas (2)

From volume 1 of the work.
​Colman , Thomas; B.A. from Merton Coll. 8 Dec., 1605.