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# Poems of Rural Life in the Dorset Dialect/Zittèn out the Wold Year

ZITTEN OUT THE WOLD YEAR.
Why, raïn or sheen, or blow or snow,  I zaid, if I could stand so’s, I’d come, vor all a friend or foe,  To sheäke ye by the hand, so’s; An’ spend, wi’ kinsvo’k near an’ dear, A happy evenèn, woonce a year,  A-zot wi’ me’th  Avore the he’th  To zee the new year in, so’s.
There’s Jim an’ Tom, a-grown the size  O’ men, girt lusty chaps, so’s, An’ Fanny wi’ her sloo-black eyes,  Her mother’s very dap’s, so’s; An’ little Bill, so brown’s a nut, An’ Poll a gigglèn little slut.  I hope will shoot  Another voot  The year that’s comèn in, so’s.
An’ there, upon his mother’s knee,  So peärt do look about, so’s, The little woone ov all, to zee  His vu’st wold year goo out, so’s An’ zoo mid God bless all o’s still, Gwaïn up or down along the hill,  To meet in glee  Ageän to zee  A happy new year in, so’s.
​The wold clock’s han’ do softly steal  Up roun’ the year’s last hour, so’s; Zoo let the han’-bells ring a peal,  Lik’ them a-hung in tow’r, so’s. Here, here be two vor Tom, an’ two
Vor Fanny, an’ a peäir vor you;  We’ll meäke em swing,  An’ meäke em ring,  The merry new year in, so’s.
Tom, mind your time there; you be wrong.  Come, let your bells all sound, so’s: A little clwoser, Poll; ding, dong!  There, now ’tis right all round, so’s. The clock’s a-strikèn twelve, d’ye hear? Ting, ting, ding, dong! Farewell, wold year!  ’Tis gone, ’tis gone!—  Goo on, goo on,  An’ ring the new woone in, so’s!
# Poems of Rural Life in the Dorset Dialect/Zummer Stream

ZUMMER STREAM.
Ah! then the grassy-meäded Maÿ Did warm the passèn year, an’ gleam Upon the yellow-grounded stream, That still by beech-tree sheädes do straÿ. ​The light o’ weäves, a-runnèn there,  Did plaÿ on leaves up over head, An’ vishes scealy zides did gleäre,  A-dartèn on the shallow bed, An’ like the stream a-slidèn on, My zun out-measur’d time’s agone.
There by the path, in grass knee-high, War buttervlees in giddy flight, All white above the deäisies white, Or blue below the deep blue sky. Then glowèn warm wer ev’ry brow, O’ maid, or man, in zummer het, An’ warm did glow the cheäks I met That time, noo mwore to meet em now. As brooks, a-slidèn on their bed, My season-measur’d time’s a-vled.
Vrom yonder window, in the thatch, Did sound the maïdens’ merry words, As I did stand, by zingèn birds, Bezide the elem-sheäded hatch. ’Tis good to come back to the pleäce,  Back to the time, to goo noo mwore; ’Tis good to meet the younger feäce  A-mentèn others here avore. As streams do glide by green meäd-grass, My zummer-brighten’d years do pass.
# Poems of Rural Life in the Dorset Dialect/Zummer Thoughts in Winter Time

ZUMMER THOUGHTS IN WINTER TIME.
Well, aye, last evenèn, as I shook My locks ov haÿ by Leecombe brook, The yollow zun did weakly glance Upon the winter meäd askance, A-castèn out my narrow sheäde Athirt the brook, an’ on the meäd. ​The while ageän my lwonesome ears Did russle weatherbeäten spears, Below the withy’s leafless head That overhung the river’s bed; I there did think o’ days that dried The new-mow’d grass o’ zummer-tide, When white-sleev’d mowers’ whetted bleädes Rung sh’ill along the green-bough’d gleädes, An’ maïdens gaÿ, wi’ plaÿsome chaps, A-zot wi’ dinners in their laps, Did talk wi’ merry words that rung Around the ring, vrom tongue to tongue; An’ welcome, when the leaves ha’ died, Be zummer thoughts in winter-tide.
# Poems That Every Child Should Know/Little Billee

Little Billee.
"Little Billee," by William Makepeace Thackeray (1811-63), finds a place here because it carries a good lesson good-naturedly rendered. An accomplished teacher recommends it, and I recollect two young children in Chicago who sang it frequently for years without getting tired of it.
There were three sailors of Bristol city Who took a boat and went to sea. But first with beef and captain's biscuits And pickled pork they loaded she.
There was gorging Jack and guzzling Jimmy, And the youngest he was little Billee. Now when they got so far as the Equator They'd nothing left but one split pea.
Says gorging Jack to guzzling Jimmy, "I am extremely hungaree." To gorging Jack says guzzling Jimmy, "We've nothing left, us must eat we."
Says gorging Jack to guzzling Jimmy, "With one another, we shouldn't agree! There's little Bill, he's young and tender, We're old and tough, so let's eat he."
"Oh! Billy, we're going to kill and eat you, So undo the button of your chemie." When Bill received this information He used his pocket-handkerchie.
"First let me say my catechism, Which my poor mammy taught to me." "Make haste, make haste," says guzzling Jimmy While Jack pulled out his snickersnee.
​So Billy went up to the main-topgallant mast, And down he fell on his bended knee. He scarce had come to the Twelfth Commandment When up he jumps, "There's land I see.
"Jerusalem and Madagascar, And North and South Amerikee: There's the British flag a-riding at anchor, With Admiral Napier, K. C. B."
So when they got aboard of the Admiral's He hanged fat Jack and flogged Jimmee; But as for little Bill, he made him The Captain of a Seventy-three.
William Makepeace Thackeray.
# Poems That Every Child Should Know/Little Orphant Annie

Little Orphant Annie.
"Little Orphant Annie" certainly earns her "board and keep" when she has "washed the dishes," "swept up the crumbs," "driven the chickens from the porch," and done all the other odds and ends of work on a farm. The poet, James Whitcomb Riley (1853-), has shown how truly a little child may be overtaxed and yet preserve a brave spirit and keen imagination. Children invariably love to learn this poem.
Little Orphant Annie's come to our house to stay, An' wash the cups and saucers up, an' brush the crumbs away, An' shoo the chickens off the porch, an' dust the hearth, an' sweep, An' make the fire, an' bake the bread, an' earn her board-an'-keep; An' all us other children, when the supper things is done, We set around the kitchen fire an' has the mostest fun ​A-list'nin' to the witch-tales 'at Annie tells about, An' the Gobble-uns 'at gits you Ef you Don't Watch Out!
Onc't they was a little boy wouldn't say his pray'rs— An' when he went to bed at night, away up-stairs, His mammy heerd him holler, an' his daddy heerd him bawl, An' when they turn't the kivvers down, he wasn't there at all! An' they seeked him in the rafter-room, an' cubby-hole, an' press, An' seeked him up the chimbly flue, an' ever'wheres, I guess; But all they ever found was thist his pants an' roundabout! An' the Gobble-uns'll git you Ef you Don't Watch Out!
An' one time a little girl 'ud allus laugh an' grin, An' make fun of ever' one, an' all her blood-an'-kin; An' onc't when they was "company," an' ole folks was there, She mocked 'em an' shocked 'em, an' said she didn't care! ​An' thist as she kicked her heels, an' turn't to run an' hide, They was two great big Black Things a-standin' by her side, An' they snatched her through the ceilin' 'fore she knowed what she's about! An' the Gobble-uns'll git you Ef you Don't Watch Out!
An' little Orphant Annie says, when the blaze is blue, An' the lamp wick sputters, an' the wind goes woo-oo! An' you hear the crickets quit, an' the moon is gray, An' the lightnin'-bugs in dew is all squenched away,— You better mind yer parents, an' yer teachers fond an' dear, An' churish them 'at loves you, an' dry the orphant's tear, An' he'p the pore an' needy ones 'at clusters all about, Er the Gobble-uns'll git you Ef you Don't Watch Out!
James Whitcomb Riley.
# Poems That Every Child Should Know/Lord Ullin's Daughter

Lord Ullin's Daughter.
A chieftain, to the Highlands bound, Cries, "Boatman, do not tarry! And I'll give thee a silver pound, To row us o'er the ferry."
"Now who be ye, would cross Lochgyle, This dark and stormy water?" "O, I'm the chief of Ulva's isle, And this Lord Ullin's daughter.
​"And fast before her father's men Three days we've fled together, For should he find us in the glen, My blood would stain the heather.
"His horsemen hard behind us ride; Should they our steps discover, Then who will cheer my bonny bride When they have slain her lover?"
Outspoke the hardy Highland wight, "I'll go, my chief—I'm ready; It is not for your silver bright, But for your winsome lady:
"And by my word! the bonny bird In danger shall not tarry; So though the waves are raging white, I'll row you o'er the ferry."
By this the storm grew loud apace, The water-wraith was shrieking; And in the scowl of heaven each face Grew dark as they were speaking.
But still as wilder blew the wind, And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armèd men, Their trampling sounded nearer.
"O haste thee, haste!" the lady cries, "Though tempests round us gather; I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father."
​The boat has left a stormy land, A stormy sea before her,— When, oh! too strong for human hand, The tempest gather'd o'er her.
And still they row'd amid the roar Of waters fast prevailing: Lord Ullin reach'd that fatal shore, His wrath was changed to wailing.
For sore dismay'd, through storm and shade, His child he did discover:— One lovely hand she stretch'd for aid, And one was round her lover.
"Come back! come back!" he cried in grief, "Across this stormy water: And I'll forgive your Highland chief, My daughter!—oh my daughter!"
'Twas vain the loud waves lashed the shore, Return or aid preventing;— The waters wild went o'er his child,— And he was left lamenting.
Thomas Campbell.
# Poems That Every Child Should Know/Little White Lily

Little White Lily.
This poem (George Macdonald, 1828-) finds a place in this volume because, as a child, I loved it. It completely filled my heart, and has made every member of the lily family dear to me. George Macdonald's charming book, "At the Back of the North Wind," also was my wonder and delight.
Little White Lily Sat by a stone, Drooping and waiting Till the sun shone. ​Little White Lily Sunshine has fed; Little White Lily Is lifting her head.
Little White Lily Said: "It is good Little White Lily's Clothing and food." Little White Lily Dressed like a bride! Shining with whiteness, And crownèd beside.
Little White Lily Drooping with pain, Waiting and waiting For the wet rain. Little White Lily Holdeth her cup; Rain is fast falling And filling it up.
Little White Lily Said: "Good again, When I am thirsty To have the nice rain. Now I am stronger, Now I am cool; Heat cannot burn me, My veins are so full."
​Little White Lily Smells very sweet; On her head sunshine, Rain at her feet. Thanks to the sunshine, Thanks to the rain, Little White Lily Is happy again.
George Macdonald.
# Poems That Every Child Should Know/Little Things

Little Things.
Little drops of water, Little grains of sand, Make the mighty ocean And the pleasant land.
Thus the little minutes, Humble though they be, Make the mighty ages Of eternity.
Ebenezer Cobham Brewer.
# Poems That Every Child Should Know/Lochinvar

PART III
Lochinvar.
"Lochinvar" and "Lord Ullin's Daughter," the first by Scott (1771-1832) and the second by Campbell (1777-1844), are companions in sentiment and equally popular with boys who love to win anything desirable by heroic effort.
Oh, young Lochinvar is come out of the west. Through all the wide Border his steed was the best, And save his good broadsword he weapons had none: He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
He stayed not for brake, and he stopped not for stone, He swam the Eske River where ford there was none; But ere he alighted at Netherby gate The bride had consented, the gallant came late: For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.
So boldly he entered the Netherby Hall, Among bridesmen and kinsmen and brothers and all: Then spoke the bride's father, his hand on his sword (For the poor craven bridegroom said never a word), ​"Oh, come ye in peace here, or come ye in war, Or to dance at our bridal, young Lord Lochinvar?"
"I long woo'd your daughter, my suit you denied;— Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide— And now am I come, with this lost love of mine, To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar."
The bride kissed the goblet; the knight took it up; He quaffed of the wine, and he threw down the cup. She looked down to blush, and she looked up to sigh, With a smile on her lips and a tear in her eye. He took her soft hand ere her mother could bar,— "Now tread we a measure!" said young Lochinvar.
So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume, And the bridemaidens whispered, "'Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar."
​One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear, When they reached the hall door, and the charger stood near; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung! "She is won! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur; They'll have fleet steeds that follow," quoth young Lochinvar.
There was mounting 'mong Græmes of the Netherby clan; Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran: There was racing and chasing, on Cannobie Lee, But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see. So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar?
Sir Walter Scott.
# Poems That Every Child Should Know/Love Between Brothers and Sisters

Love Between Brothers and Sisters.
Whatever brawls disturb the street, There should be peace at home: Where sisters dwell and brothers meet, Quarrels should never come.
Birds in their little nests agree; And 'tis a shameful sight, When children of one family Fall out and chide and fight.
Isaac Watts.
# Poems That Every Child Should Know/Life, I Know Not What Thou Art

Life, I Know Not What Thou Art.
Life! I know not what thou art, But know that thou and I must part; And when, or how, or where we met I own to me's a secret yet. Life! we've been long together Through pleasant and through cloudy weather ​'Tis hard to part when friends are dear— Perhaps 'twill cost a sigh, a tear; —Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time; Say not Good Night,—but in some brighter clime Bid me Good Morning.
A. L. Barbauld.
# Poems That Every Child Should Know/Lucy

Lucy.
She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove; A maid whom there were none to praise, And very few to love.
​A violet by a mossy stone Half-hidden from the eye! Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.
She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me!
William Wordsworth.
# Popular Science Monthly/Volume 53/August 1898/Minor Paragraphs

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​ ​at work upon it. The material was sent into all Christian countries, and its name is found in most European languages. Queen Elizabeth was vestita di tabi d'argento et bianco (dressed in silver-and-white tabby) when she received the Venetian envoy Scaramelli in 1602. Samuel Pepys records of a certain day that he put on his "false taby waistecoate with gold lace." And Miss Burney, on the occasion of the birthday of the princess royal, at Windsor, in 1786, appeared in a gown of "lilac tabby." Dr. Johnson explains in his dictionary that tabby is "a kind of waved silk," and adds that the tabby cat is so named from the brindled markings of its fur.
The "pine-barren region" of the Atlantic coast, sporadic and narrow in New England and Long Island, broadens as we go south, and in the Carolinas often extends to a distance of about eighty miles from the sea. It has a flora of its own, and quite distinct from those of the hill and mountain regions back of it. Mr. Thomas H. Kearney, Jr., reports in the new periodical The Plant World that he has found spots where a large proportion of this flat-country flora occurs in nooks of sandy ground hidden away among the high regions of the Appalachians. Especially along the French Broad River, in East Tennessee and western North Carolina, "there is a notable incursion of plants usually considered typical of the coastal plain. In some places these 'miniature pine barrens,' with their growth of pitch and scrub pine and the herbaceous plants that associate themselves with them, push their way up on the lower, near-by ridges, crowding among the oaks and chestnuts that are the rightful tenants. Such islands of coastal vegetation have been observed at several places in this mountain region."
Every one is acquainted with those water plants, the duckweeds, which appear to the eye as small oval leaves floating on the surface of ponds and streams, so closely packed together as to form an apparently continuous mass, often of considerable extent. Mr. Charles Henry Thompson, who has made a study of them, finds four well-defined genera and about twenty eight species in their order, the Lemnaceæ, distributed throughout the torrid and temperate zones. In our range the four genera are represented by about thirteen species and one variety, of which two species and the variety are probably peculiar to it alone, and ten are found only in the western hemisphere. There are difficulties in classifying them, because the species have a strong tendency to vary widely according to the surroundings, and because the flowers and fruit are only partially known in some species and not at all in others. Then some species may have two or three marked stages of growth differing from each other so widely as to give rise to different specific names for each. In the third of these stages, which the author calls the "resting stage," "winter fronds" are formed, and the plant sinks to the bottom, to rise again in the spring. Somewhat similar modified fronds are formed when the ponds recede or dry up, to start out again in healthy vegetation when the moisture returns.
# Popular Science Monthly/Volume 53

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# Principles of Biography/front matter

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# Principles for Reforming the Military Selective Service Process

Memorandum published at Whitehouse.gov on April 3, 2017. Scan: File:Presidential Memorandum on the Principles for Reforming the Military Selective Service Process.pdf.
Administration of Donald J. Trump , 2017
April 3, 2017
By the President of the United States of America
A Memorandum
Memorandum for the National Commission on Military, National, and Public Service
The Archivist of the United States
Subject: Principles for Reforming the Military Selective Service Process
I am forwarding to you the attached Principles for Reforming the Military Selective Service Process, in accordance with section 555 of the National Defense Authorization Act for Fiscal Year 2017 (Public Law 114-328), which calls for the President to establish principles for reform of the military selective service process in support of the National Commission on Military, National, and Public Service.
    Donald J. Trump
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# Prevailing fashions/Robin A'boon

ROBIN A'BOON
My name is Robin A’boon, my age is twenty and four, I married last midsummer morn, for the sake of a plentiful ⟨store⟩: My wife she's decreppet and old, and scarce has an eye for to see. But I know she had plenty of gold, or the d---l should have had her for me
Though I be young, randy and (illegible text), and Dolly my ⟨comical⟩ bride, Her locks are as grey at a rat, and her nose is staud all on one side : ⟨I⟩ stroak'd her old cheeks with my hand, in few words we soon did agree, ​My wife has abundance of gold, or the d---l should have had her for me.
The very first visit I paid, she gave me a delicate ring, So lovingly as we did agree oh ! then she began for to sing: She pray'd for my prosp'rous health, So lovingly we did agree. At the first she show'd me her wealth, or the d—l should have had her for me.
She promis'd to make me the lord, of every penny she had, So lovingly as we did accord, all people think me mad; But the end of my fingers did itch, to handle the gold I did see I knew very well she was rich, or the d—l should have had her for me.
Her stumps they are rotten and black, for teeth she has none in her head, And with a great hump on her back She waddled away to be wed. I laught at the comical sight to think that she wedded must be, For if that she had not been so rich the d—l should have had her for me.
I kept both my hawks and my hounds, and often a hunting I go, Sometimes up on other folks grounds, I catch a young cunny or so. Of which l‘m wondrous proud, my wife to the same did agree, ​And if liberty was not allowed, the d---l should have had her for me.
Oft-times I have cross'd the seas, where thundring cannons do roar, But now I do live at my ease, drinking bumming good liquor and galore : I'll cast off my tarpauling rags and on with some clothes that are free, My wife had abundance of bags, or the d---l should have had her for me.
Her husband when he was alive, he liv'd upon usury then, He made it his trade to contrive, to cheat and defraud honest men ; But now he is laid up in the dust, and I'm her young husband to be, She shew'd me her riches at first, or the d---l should have had her for me.
Old wives love men that are young, young men love money likewise, Court them with a flattering tongue, and soon they'll surrender the prize; Since it has been my prosperous lot, I wish her no more of (illegible text) I have got all the money she had, let her die now as soon as she will.