OpenLLM-France/wikimedia huggingface dataset:
# The Esperanto Teacher/Exercise in Pronunciation

a (as in bath), pat-ra, la-na, a-gra-bla, mal-var-ma, kla-ra, pa-fa-do.
e (as in bend), be-la, mem, fe-nes-tro, ven-dre-do, tre-e-ge, le-te-ro.
i (as in see), mi, i-li, i-mi-ti, vi-zi-ti, trin-ki, in-sis-ti.
o (as in for), ho-mo, ro-zo, ko-lom-bo, dor-mo (the r rolled), mor-to, po-po-lo.
u (as in boot), u-nu, dum, bru-lu, sur-tu-to, vul-tu-ro, mur-mur-i.
aj (as in nice), ajn, kaj, raj-to, taj-lo-ro, faj-ro, be-laj.
ej (as in play), vej-no, hej-mo, plej, hej-to.
oj (as in boy), pat-roj, foj-no, ho-mojn, koj-no, soj-lo, kon-koj.
uj (as in hallelujah), tuj, ĉi-uj, ti-uj.
aŭ (as in cow), an-taŭ, laŭ-bo, fraŭ-li-no, kaŭ-zi, aŭs- kul-tu, aŭ-di.
eŭ (like ehw), Eŭ-ro-po, neŭ-ral-gi-o, Eŭ-kar-is-to, reŭ-ma-tis-mo.
c (= ts, bits), ce-lo, fa-ci-la (=fa-tsee-la), be-le-co (be-le-tso), ofi-ci-ro, pa-co, ci-ko-ni-o, co-lo.
ĉ (= tch, match), ĉu, eĉ, ĉe, ĉam-bro, ĉer-pi, tran-ĉi, ri-ĉa.
g (as in good), lon-ga, le-gi, ge-nu-o, gen-to, gli-ti, gro-so.
ĝ (as in gem), ĝe-mi, ĝis, ĝar-de-no, sa-ĝa, man-ĝi, re-ĝo.
h (breathed), ha-ro, hi-run-do, ha-rin-go, his-to-ri-o, he-de-ro, him-no.
ĥ (in throat), ĥe-mi-o, ĥo-le-ro, me-ĥa-ni-ko, e-ĥo, ĥa-o-so.
j (like y), ju-na, ma-jes-ta, sin-jo-ro, ka-je-ro, jes, ja.
ĵ (= zh), bon-aĵ-o, ĵe-ti, ĵur-na-lo, ĵus, ĵaŭ-do, ĵa-lu-zo.
s (ss), su-per, ses, sta-ri, trans, ves-pe-ro, svin-gi.
ŝ (sh), fre-ŝa, ŝe-lo, ku-ŝi, ŝtu-po, ŝvi-ti, ŝve-li.
kz, ek-zer-co, ek-zem-plo, ek-za-me-no, ek-ze-ku-ti, ek-zi-li, ek-zis-ti.
kv, kvar, kvin, kvi-e-ta, kvan-kam, kver-ko, kva-zaŭ.
gv, gvi-di, lin-gvo.
kn, kna-bo, kne-di.
sc (sts), sci-o (sts-ee-o), sce-no (stse-no), scep-tro, eks-ci-ti (eks-tsee-tee), eks-cel-en-co (eks-tsel-en-tso), sci-en-co (stsee-en-tso).
cen-to, sen-to; ce-lo, se-lo, ŝe-lo; co-lo, ko-lo; ci, ĉi; ec, eĉ; kru-co, kru-ĉo; pa-go, pa-ĝo; re-gi, re-ĝi; se-gi, se-ĝo; ho-ro, ĥo-ro; pe-si, pe-zi; ste-lo, ŝte-lo; san-go, ŝan-go; ver-so, ver-ŝi; dis-i-ri, dis-ŝi-ri; gus-ta, ĝus-ta; stu-po, ŝtu-po; sta-lo, ŝta-lo; pos-to, poŝ-to; re-ser-vi, re-zer-vi; ru-ĝi-gi, ru-ĉi-ĝi; ri-ĉi-gi, ri-ĉi-ĝi, ri-ĉe-co; fti-zo.
a-e-ro, oce-a-no, fe-i-no, ĝu-i, pe-re-i, pe-re-u; fo-i-ro, ĉi-u-ja-ra, vo-joj, tro-u-zi, for-ram-pi, ku-i-ri; skva-mo, zo-o-lo-gi-o, en-u-i, de-tru-u, ŝpru-ci, ru-i-ni; Jan-u-a-ro, Feb-ru-a-ro, li-e-no, ho-di-aŭ, hi-e-raŭ, Hun-gár-u-jo, Ne-a-po-lo, sci-u-ro.
Note.—A useful mnemonic for the Esperanto vowels is par, pear, pier, pore, poor, but the sounds should not be dragged. It is helpful to note that the English words mate, reign, pane, bend; meet, beat, feel, lady; grow, loan, soft; mute, yes, mule (as pronounced in London and South of England), would be written in Esperanto thus:—mejt, rejn, pejn, bend; mijt, bijt, fijl, lejdi; groŭ, loŭn, soft; mjut, jes, mjul.
# The Escaped Jackdaw

Perry index 131
* "A Daw with a String at's foot", translated by Roger L'Estrange, in Fables of Æsop and Other Eminent Mythologists (1692)
* "The Escaped Jackdaw", translated by Vernon Stanley Jones, in Æsop's fables: A New Translation (1912)
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
Public domainPublic domainfalsefalse
# The Esperanto Teacher/Lesson 2

Every "describing" word, that is, every word which tells the kind or quality of a person or thing, ends in "a," as granda, large; ruĝa, red.
(A describing word is called an ADJECTIVE).
Vocabulary.
bela, beautiful. juna, young.
blanka, white. matura, mature, ripe.
blua, blue. nova, new. bona, good. nutra, nutritious. fidela, faithful. pura, pure, clean. forta, strong. riĉa, rich. freŝa, fresh. sana, well (healthy).
ĉielo, sky, heaven. festo, holiday. fraŭlino, maiden lady, Miss homo, man (human being). hundo, dog. infano, child. Johano, John. kajero, exercise book. lakto, milk. mano, hand. neĝo, snow. pano, bread. papero, paper. tablo, table. vino, wine. onklo, uncle. pli, more. ol, than. sed, but. tre, very.
La patro estas sana. Infano ne estas matura homo. La ĉielo estas blua. Leono estas forta. La patro estas bona. La mano de Johano estas pura. Papero estas blanka. Blanka papero kuŝas sur la tablo. Jen estas la kajero de la juna fraŭlino. Sur la ĉielo staras la bela suno. La papero estas tre blanka, sed la neĝo estas pli blanka. Lakto estas pli nutra, ol vino. La pano estas freŝa. La onklo estas pli riĉa, ol la frato. Jen kuŝas ruĝa rozo. La hundo estas tre fidela. La libro estas nova.
# The Dictionary of Australasian Biography/Bathgate, Alexander

Layout 2
​Bathgate, Alexander, son of John Bathgate (q.v.), is a barrister and solicitor of Dunedin, N.Z., and the author of "Colonial Experiences; or, Sketches of People and Places in the Province of Otago, N.Z." (Glasgow, 1874); "Waitaruna: a Story of New Zealand Life" (London, 1881); "Far South Fancies" (Griffith & Farran, 1890). Mr. Bathgate has contributed many verses to the colonial press.
# The Dictionary of Australasian Biography/Bathgate, Hon. John

Layout 2
​Bathgate, Hon. John, M.L.C. New Zealand, was born in Edinburgh in 1809, and educated at Edinburgh High School and Edinburgh University. He was admitted as a writer and practised his profession in Peebles, holding the office of Procurator Fiscal for the county for many years. He went to Dunedin, N.Z., in 1863, as General Manager of the Bank of Otago. He was elected a member of the Provincial Council of Otago in 1869, and for a time held office in the executive as Provincial Solicitor. He was appointed major of Volunteers in 1866, and practised as a barrister and solicitor in Dunedin from the year 1869. In 1871 he was elected to the House of Representatives for Dunedin city, and on Oct. 11th, joined the short-lived Waterhouse Ministry as Commissioner of Customs, which office he exchanged on the 29th for those of Minister of Justice and Commissioner of Stamps. On March 3rd, when Mr. Waterhouse retired in favour of Sir Julius Vogel, Mr. Bathgate retained his portfolios. During his term of office he carried a district county bill and an insolvency bill; and on Feb. 20th, 1874, he retired from the House, and was later appointed to a district judgeship in Otago. Having obtained a year's leave of absence, he went to England, where he embraced every opportunity of bringing the colony before the public by lecturing and otherwise. Shortly after his return to the colony the office of District Judge at Dunedin was abolished, and in 1885 he was called to a seat in the Legislative Council. He died Sept. 21st, 1886. Mr. Bathgate was the author of "New Zealand: its Resources and Prospects" (London and Edinburgh), 1881.
# The Dictionary of Australasian Biography/Bates, Hon. William

Layout 2
​Bates, Hon. William, was born at Uxbridge, in Middlesex, and emigrated to South Australia in 1850. In 1852 the gold discoveries tempted him to Victoria, where he went into business at Sandhurst, and after four years' successful trading, removed to Melbourne, where he had a prosperous career as a general merchant. In 1868 he was returned to the Assembly for Collingwood as a supporter of the Darling Grant, defeating no less a candidate than the Hon. James Service. He was Minister of Public Works in the McCulloch Government from April 1870 to June 1871, but did not re-enter Parliament after 1874. Mr. Bates was a prominent member of the Congregationalist body, and was Treasurer of the Jubilee Fund which was raised a few years ago to celebrate the jubilee of the establishment of the first church of the denomination in Victoria. That movement was so successful that close upon £48,000 was raised, and the denomination was able to pay off the debts on all its churches in the colony. Mr. Bates died at Fitzroy, Melbourne, on Jan. 12th, 1891, at the age of sixty-five.
# The Dictionary of Australasian Biography/Bayles, Hon. William

Layout 2
​Bayles, Hon. William, second son of William Bayles of Hunderthwaite, Yorkshire, was born in 1820, and emigrated to Tasmania in 1846. Removing to Melbourne in 1852, he went into business as a merchant and shipowner, and was Mayor of Melbourne in 1865, in which year he retired from active business. In 1864 he was elected to the assembly for Villiers and Heytesbury, and was Commissioner of Trade and Customs in the shortlived Sladen Ministry from May to July 1868. He has for some years past taken no part in public life. He married, in 1854, Isabel, third daughter of Arthur Buist, of Macquarie River, Tasmania.
# The Dictionary of Australasian Biography/Basedow, Martin Peter Friedrich

Layout 2
​Basedow, Martin Peter Friedrich, M.P., J.P., is a native of Hanover, Germany. He is identified with the Zeitung, a German newspaper published in South Australia, and has represented Barossa in the Assembly since 1876. He was Minister of Education in the Morgan Ministry from March to June 1881.
# The Dictionary of Australasian Biography/Bath, James

Layout 2
​Bath, James, J.P., Secretary of Education South Australia, was appointed Secretary to the Board of Education in August 1867 and Secretary to the Education Department in August 1883.
# The Dictionary of Australasian Biography/Beach, William

Layout 2
​Beach, William, the well-known New South Wales oarsman, was born in Surrey, England, and was beaten by Trickett, the then champion sculler of the world, on the Parramatta river on July 28th, 1883. The weather was rough on this occasion, but under more favourable conditions Beach beat Trickett in three successive matches. On Jan. 26th, 1884, Trickett again beat Beach on the Parramatta; but as a foul occurred the race was rowed over again, with the same result, Beach being unwell. On April 12th following the positions were again reversed, with great apparent ease by Beach, who defeated Hanlan, the Canadian sculler, on August 16th of the same year over the Parramatta champion course in ​21 minutes 17 seconds. In the next year Beach defeated Clifford, repeated his defeat of Hanlan, and also vanquished Neil Matterson, a young sculler of his own colony. On March 27th, 1886, Beach sailed for England, and arrived at Plymouth on May 17th. He at once accepted a challenge from Hanlan, but nothing coming of it, he challenged the world. Beach then won the first prize of £1200 in the International Sweepstake on the Thames, defeating Bubear, Lee, Teemer, and others. On Sept. 18th he rowed Gaudaur on the Thames for £1000 and the championship of the world, and won the day after a tough struggle. On Sept. 25th he defeated Wallace Ross for a similar stake, and soon afterwards left for Australia, arriving in Sydney on Dec. 3rd, 1886. Hanlan followed him to Australia, and they met on the Nepean, when Beach's superiority was again asserted. He then wished to relinquish the championship, and on Peter Kemp challenging him resigned it to him, declining to row him. He subsequently kept a public house in Sydney.
# The Dictionary of Australasian Biography/Bealey, Samuel

Layout 2
​Bealey, Samuel, M.A., was born in Lancashire in 1821, and was educated at Trinity College, Cambridge, where he took his degree in 1852. In the same year he went out to the Canterbury settlement in New Zealand, then newly founded, and set up as a station-holder in conjunction with his brother John. When Canterbury was constituted a province Mr. Bealey was one of the members for Christchurch in the Provincial Council, and in 1863 was elected Superintendent. The harbour works at Port Lyttelton were constructed under his official régime, and he was a warm advocate for the erection of the breakwater which contributes so much to the safety of the harbour. At the close of his term of office he returned to England.
# The Dictionary of Australasian Biography/Bayley, Hon. Lyttleton Holyoake

Layout 2
​Bayley, Hon. Lyttleton Holyoake, second son of Sir John Edward George Bayley, Bart., and brother of Sir John Robert Laurie Emilias Laurie, Bart., was born on May 6th, 1827, and educated at Eton and Trinity College, Cambridge. He was called to the bar at the Middle Temple in May 1850, and married, in May 1852, Isabella, daughter of Anthony Mactier, of Durris House, Kincardineshire, who died in April 1860. He emigrated to Australia, and was Attorney-General of New South Wales in the second Cowper Government from March to Oct. 1859, in succession to Mr. (afterwards Judge) Lutwyche. His appointment gave great offence to the legal fraternity, as he had been but a short time in the colony; and Mr. Deniehy moved a resolution censuring his nomination. It was not, however, carried. In 1866 Mr. Bayley was appointed Advocate-General at Bombay, and Puisne Judge in 1869. This position he still holds.
# The Dictionary of Australasian Biography/Beaney, Hon. James George

Layout 2
​Beaney, Hon. James George, M.L.C., M.D., F.R.C.S.E., L.K.Q.C.P.I., M.R.I.A., was born at Canterbury, in Kent, where he was educated, and studied surgery with Mr. W. J. Cooper. He was afterwards a student at Edinburgh University, at Paris, and at Guy's Hospital. He commenced his medical career as regimental surgeon in the Mediterranean, and with the Turkish contingent in the Crimean war. After the campaign he made several trips to America, and ultimately went to Melbourne, where in 1858 he became assistant to Dr. John Maund, at whose death he succeeded to his practice. In 1860 he was appointed surgeon to the Melbourne Hospital, surgeon to the Royal Victorian Artillery, and was elected a member of the Royal Society of Victoria. He was again elected surgeon to the hospital and banquetted at the town hall in 1875, and was subsequently re-elected despite the strenuous opposition of a large section of the medical profession. In 1878 Dr. Beaney visited England with a semi-official commission from the Berry Government to report on medical matters. In 1883, after a severe contest, he was elected to the Legislative Council for the North Yarra Province, and was re-elected for a period of six years, in 1885, when he defeated the Hon. James Munro, the late Premier of Victoria. Dr. Beaney was the author of several medical works, including "Contributions to Conservative Surgery." He was munificent in his donations to public institutions in his native place, and offered various medical prizes. He died in Melbourne on June 30th, 1891, bequeathing by his will £10,000 to his native place.
# The Complete Poems of Emily Brontë/And first an hour of mournful musing

LXV
And first an hour of mournful musing, And then a gush of bitter tears; And then a dreary calm diffusing Its deadly mist o'er joys and cares.
And then a throb and then a lightening, And then a wakening from above; And then a star in heaven brightening The star, the glorious star of love.
Wind, sink to rest in the heather, Thy wild voice suits not me; I would have dreary weather, But all devoid of thee.
Sun set from that evening heaven, Thy glad smile wins not mine; If light at all is given, O give me Cynthia's shine!
Long neglect has worn away Half the sweet, the haunting smile; Time has turned the bloom to grey, Mould and damp the face defile. ​But that lock of silky hair, Still beneath the picture twined, Tells what once those features were, Paints her image on the mind.
Fair the hand that traced that line, 'Dearest, ever deem me true'; Swiftly flew the fingers fine When the pen that motto drew.
Awaking morning laughs from heaven On golden summer's forests green, And what a gust of song is given To welcome in that light serene!
A fresh wind waves the clustering roses And through the open window sighs Around the couch where she reposes, The lady with the dovelike eyes;
With dovelike eyes and shining hair, And velvet cheek so sweetly moulded; And hands so white and soft and fair Above her snowy bosom folded.
Her sister's and her brother's feet Are brushing off the scented dew, And she springs up in haste to greet The grass and flowers and sunshine too.
# The Complete Poems of Emily Brontë/At Castle Wood

XX
AT CASTLE WOOD
The day is done, the winter sun Is setting in its sullen sky, And drear the course that has been run, And dim the hearts that slowly die.
No star will light my coming night, No morn of hope for me will shine; I mourn not Heaven would blast my sight And I never longed for joys divine.
Through life's hard task I did not ask Celestial aid, celestial cheer; I saw my fate without its mask, And met it too without a tear.
The grief that prest my aching breast Was heavier far than earth can be; And who would dread eternal rest When labour's hour was agony?
Dark falls the fear of this despair On spirits born of happiness; But I was bred the mate of care, The foster-child of sore distress.
​No sighs for me, no sympathy, No wish to keep my soul below; The heart is dead in infancy, Unwept for let the body go.
February 2, 1844.
# The Complete Poems of Emily Brontë/At such a time, in such a spot

LIII
At such a time, in such a spot, The world seems made of light, Our blissful hearts remember not How surely follows night.
I cannot, Alfred, dream of aught, That casts a shade of woe; That heaven is reigning in my thought, Which wood and wave and earth have caught From skies that ever flow.
That heaven which my sweet lover's brow Has won me to adore, Which from his blue eyes beaming now Reflects a still intenser glow Than Native's heaven can pour.
I know our souls are all divine, I know that when we die What seems the vilest, even like thine A part of God himself shall shine In perfect purity.
But coldly breaks November's day; Its changes, charmless all, Unmarked, unloved, they pass away: We do not wish one hour to stay Nor sigh at evening's fall. ​And glorious is the gladsome rise Of June's rejoicing morn; And who with unregretful eyes Can watch the lustre leave its skies To twilight's shade forlorn?
Then art thou not my golden June, All mist and tempest free? As shines earth's sun in summer noon So heaven's sun shines in thee.
Let others seek its beams divine In cell and cloister drear; But I have found a fairer shrine And happier worship here.
By dismal rites they win their bliss, By penance, fasts and fears; I have one rite—a gentle kiss; One penance—tender tears.
O could it thus for ever be, That I might so adore; I'd ask for all eternity, To make a paradise for me, My love and nothing more.
July 28, 1843.
# The Complete Poems of Emily Brontë/And like myself lone, wholly lone

XXII
And like myself lone, wholly lone, It sees the day's long sunshine glow; And like myself it makes its moan In unexhausted woe.
Give we the hills our equal prayer, Earth's breezy hills and heaven's blue sea; I ask for nothing further here But my own heart and liberty.
Ah! could my hand unlock its chain, How gladly would I with it soar; And ne'er regret and ne'er complain To see its shining eyes no more.
But let me think, that if to-day It pines in cold captivity, To-morrow both shall soar away, Eternally, entirely free.
Methinks this heart should rest awhile, So stilly round the evening falls; The veiled sun shone no parting smile, Nor mirth, nor music wakes my halls.
I have sat lonely all the day, Watching the drizzly mist descend, And first conceal the hills in grey, And then along the valleys wend.
​And I have sat and watched the trees, And the sad flowers, how drear they blew; Those flowers were formed to feel the breeze Wave their light heads in summer's glow.
Yet their lives passed in gloomy woe, And hopeless comes its dark decline, And I lament because I know That cold departure pictures mine.
February 27, 1841.
# The Complete Poems of Emily Brontë/And now the house dog stretched once more

XXXV
And now the house-dog stretched once more His limbs upon the glowing floor; The children half resume their play, Though from the warm hearth scared away; The goodwife left her spinning-wheel And spread with smiles the evening meal; The shepherd placed a seat and pressed To their poor fare his unknown guest, And he unclasped his mantle now, And raised the covering from his brow, Said, voyagers by land and sea Were seldom feasted daintily, And cheered his host by adding stern He'd no refinement to unlearn. A silence settled on the room, The cheerful welcome sank to gloom; But not those words, though cold or high, So froze their hospitable joy. No—there was something in his face, Some nameless thing which hid not grace, And something in his voice's tone Which turned their blood as chill as stone. The ringlets of his long black hair Fell o'er a cheek most ghastly fair. Youthful he seemed—but worn as they Who spend too soon their youthful day. When his glances dropped, 'twas hard to quell Unbidden feelings' hidden swell; ​And Pity scarce her tears could hide, So sweet that brow with all its pride. But when upraised his eye would dart An icy shudder through the heart, Compassion changed to horror then, And fear to meet that gaze again. It was not hatred's tiger-glare, Nor the wild anguish of despair; It was not either misery Which quickens friendship's sympathy; No—lightning all unearthly shone Deep in that dark eye's circling zone, Such withering lightning as we deem None but a spirit's look may beam; And glad were all when he turned away And wrapt him in his mantle grey, And hid his head upon his arm, And veiled from view his basilisk charm.
July 12, 1839, E. J. Brontë.
# The Complete Poems of Emily Brontë/Anticipation

VII
ANTICIPATION
How beautiful the earth is still, To thee—how full of happiness! How little fraught with real ill, Or unreal phantoms of distress! How spring can bring thee glory, yet, And summer win thee to forget December's sullen time! Why dost thou hold the treasure fast, Of youth's delight, when youth is past, And thou art near thy prime?
When those who were thy own compeers, Equals in fortune and in years, Have seen their morning melt in tears, To clouded, smileless day; Blest, had they died untried and young, Before their hearts went wandering wrong,— Poor slaves, subdued by passions strong, A weak and helpless prey!
'Because, I hoped while they enjoyed, And by fulfilment, hope destroyed; As children hope, with trustful breast, I waited bliss—and cherished rest. A thoughtful spirit taught me soon, That we must long till life be done; ​That every phase of earthly joy Must always fade, and always cloy:
'This I foresaw—and would not chase The fleeting treacheries; But, with firm foot and tranquil face, Held backward from that tempting race, Gazed o'er the sands the waves efface, To the enduring seas— There cast my anchor of desire Deep in unknown eternity; Nor ever let my spirit tire, With looking for what is to be!
'It is hope's spell that glorifies, Like youth, to my maturer eyes, All Nature's million mysteries, The fearful and the fair— Hope soothes me in the griefs I know; She lulls my pain for others' woe, And makes me strong to undergo What I am born to bear.
Glad comforter! will I not brave, Unawed, the darkness of the grave? Nay, smile to hear Death's billows rave— Sustained, my guide, by thee? The more unjust seems present fate, The more my spirit swells elate, Strong, in thy strength, to anticipate Rewarding destiny!
# The Complete Poems of Emily Brontë/Awake, awake! how loud the stormy morning

XVII
Awake, awake! how loud the stormy morning Calls up to life the nation's resting round; Arise, arise! it is the voice of mourning That breaks our slumber with so wild a sound.
The voice of mourning; listen to its pealing; That shout of triumph drowns the sigh of woe; Each tortured heart forgets its wonted feeling, Each faded cheek resumes its long lost glow.
Our souls are full of gladness; God has given Our arms to victory, our foes to death; The crimson ensign waves its sheet in heaven, The sea-green standard lies in dust beneath.
Patriots, the stain is on your country's glory; Soldiers, preserve that glory bright and free; Let Almedore in peace and battle gory Be still another name for victory.
December 1837.
This poem in the original manuscript is entitled 'Song by Julius Angora.'