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# The Bowman and Lion

* related authors: Aesop.
* sister projects: Wikidata item.
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* "Of the Hunter and of the Tygre", translated by William Caxton, edited by Joseph Jacobs, in The fables of Aesop, as first printed by William Caxton in 1484 (1484)
* "A Tyger and a Fox", translated by Roger L'Estrange, in Fables of Æsop and Other Eminent Mythologists (1692)
* "The Bowman and Lion", translated by George Fyler Townsend, in Three Hundred Æsop's Fables (1867)
* "The Archer and the Lion", 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.
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# The Bowbells Tribune

Defunct newspaper from Ward County, North Dakota
1899
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# The Boarwolf

Attributed to Johann August Apel in E. F. Bleiler's Guide to Supernatural Fiction (1983), but no German original has been identified.
* "The Boarwolf" by Robert Pearse Gillies (1826)
* "The Demons' Victim" uncredited variant of the above story (1848) (external scan)
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 Book of American Negro Poetry/Calling the Doctor

CALLING THE DOCTOR
Ah'm sick, doctor-man, Ah'm sick!
Gi' me some'n' to he'p me quick,
Don't,— Ah'll die!
Tried mighty hard fo' to cure mahse'f;
Tried all dem t'ings on de pantry she'f;
Couldn' fin' not'in' a-tall would do,
An' so Ah sent fo' you.
"Wha'd Ah take?" Well, le' me see:
Firs',—horhound drops an' catnip tea;
Den rock candy soaked in rum, An' a good sized chunk o' camphor gum;
Next Ah tried was castor oil, An' snakeroot tea brought to a boil;
Sassafras tea fo' to clean mah blood;
But none o' dem t'ings didn' do no good.
Den when home remedies seem to shirk,
Dem pantry bottles was put to work:
Blue-mass, laud'num, liver pills,
"Sixty-six, fo' fever an' chills," Ready Relief, an' A. B. C.,
An' half a bottle of X. Y. Z.
An' sev'al mo' Ah don't recall,
Dey nevah done no good at all.
Mah appetite begun to fail;
Ah fo'ced some clabber, about a pail,
Fo' mah ol' gran 'ma always said
When yo' can't eat you're almost dead.
So Ah got scared an' sent for you.—
Now, doctor, see what you c'n do.
Ah'm sick, doctor-man. Gawd knows Ah'm sick!
Gi' me some'n' to he'p me quick,
Don't,— Ah'll die!
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# The Book of American Negro Poetry/Children of the Sun

Fenton Johnson
CHILDREN OF THE SUN
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# The Book of American Negro Poetry/Christmas at Melrose

CHRISTMAS AT MELROSE
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# The Book of American Negro Poetry/Compensation

COMPENSATION
O, rich young lord, thou ridest by
With looks of high disdain;
It chafes me not thy title high,
Thy blood of oldest strain.
The lady riding at thy side
Is but in name thy promised bride,
Ride on, young lord, ride on!
Her father wills and she obeys,
The custom of her class;
'Tis Land not Love the trothing sways—
For Land he sells his lass.
Her fair white hand, young lord, is thine,
Her soul, proud fool, her soul is mine,
Ride on, young lord, ride on!
No title high my father bore;
The tenant of thy farm,
He left me what I value more:
Clean heart, clear brain, strong arm
And love for bird and beast and bee
And song of lark and hymn of sea,
Ride on, young lord, ride on!
The boundless sky to me belongs,
The paltry acres thine;
The painted beauty sings thy songs,
The lavrock lilts me mine;
The hot-housed orchid blooms for thee,
The gorse and heather bloom for me,
Ride on, young lord, ride on!
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# The Book of American Negro Poetry/De Drum Majah

DE DRUM MAJAH
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# The Book of American Negro Poetry/Dead Fires

DEAD FIRES
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# The Book of American Negro Poetry/Chaucer

CHAUCER
Gone are the sensuous stars, and manifold,
Clear sunbeams burst upon the front of night; Ten thousand swords of azure and of gold
Give darkness to the dark and welcome light; Across the night of ages strike the gleams,
And leading on the gilded host appears
An old man writing in a book of dreams,
And telling tales of lovers for the years;
Still Troilus hears a voice that whispers, Stay;
In Nature's garden what a mad rout sings!
Let's hear these motley pilgrims wile away
The tedious hours with stories of old things;
Or might some shining eagle claim
These lowly numbers for the House of Fame!
# The Book of American Negro Poetry/Brothers

BROTHERS
See! There he stands; not brave, but with an air
Of sullen stupor. Mark him well! Is he
Not more like brute than man? Look in his eye!
No light is there; none, save the glint that shines
In the now glaring, and now shifting orbs
Of some wild animal caught in the hunter's trap.
How came this beast in human shape and form? Speak, man!—We call you man because you wear
His shape—How are you thus? Are you not from
That docile, child-like, tender-hearted race
Which we have known three centuries? Not from
That more than faithful race which through three wars
Fed our dear wives and nursed our helpless babes
Without a single breach of trust? Speak out!
I am, and am not.
Then who, why are you?
I am a thing not new, I am as old
As human nature. I am that which lurks,
Ready to spring whenever a bar is loosed;
The ancient trait which fights incessantly
Against restraint, balks at the upward climb;
The weight forever seeking to obey
The law of downward pull;—and I am more:
The bitter fruit am I of planted seed;
The resultant, the inevitable end Of evil forces and the powers of wrong.
Lessons in degradation, taught and learned,
The memories of cruel sights and deeds,
The pent-up bitterness, the unspent hate
Filtered through fifteen generations have
Sprung up and found in me sporadic life.
In me the muttered curse of dying men,
On me the stain of conquered women, and
Consuming me the fearful fires of lust,
Lit long ago, by other hands than mine.
In me the down-crushed spirit, the hurled-back prayers
Of wretches now long dead,—their dire bequests,—
In me the echo of the stifled cry
Of children for their bartered mothers' breasts.
I claim no race, no race claims me; I am
No more than human dregs; degenerate;
The monstrous offspring of the monster. Sin;
I am—just what I am. . . . The race that fed
Your wives and nursed your babes would do the same
To-day, but I—
Enough, the brute must die!
Quick! Chain him to that oak! It will resist
The fire much longer than this slender pine.
Now bring the fuel! Pile it 'round him! Wait!
Pile not so fast or high! or we shall lose
The agony and terror in his face.
And now the torch! Good fuel that! the flames
Already leap head-high. Ha! hear that shriek!
And there's another! Wilder than the first.
Fetch water! Water! Pour a little on
The fire, lest it should burn too fast. Hold so!
Now let it slowly blaze again. See there!
He squirms! He groans! His eyes bulge wildly out,
Searching around in vain appeal for help!
Another shriek, the last! Watch how the flesh
Grows crisp and hangs till, turned to ash, it sifts
Down through the coils of chain mat hold erect
The ghastly frame against the bark-scorched tree.
Stop! to each man no more than one man's share.
You take that bone, and you this tooth; the chain—
Let us divide its links; this skull, of course,
In fair division, to the leader comes.
And now his fiendish crime has been avenged;
Let us back to our wives and children.—Say,
What did he mean by those last muttered words,
"Brothers in spirit, brothers in deed are we"?
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# The Book of American Negro Poetry/Christmas Eve in France

CHRISTMAS EVE IN FRANCE
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# The Book of American Negro Poetry/De Cunjah Man

DE CUNJAH MAN
O chillen, run, de Cunjah man,
Him mouf ez beeg ez fryin' pan,
Him yurs am small, him eyes am raid,
Him hab no toof een him ol' haid.
Him hab him roots, him wu'k him trick,
Him roll him eye, him mek you sick—
De Cunjah man, de Cunjah man,
O chillen, run, de Cunjah man!
Him hab ur ball ob raid, raid ha'r,
Him hide it un' de kitchen sta'r,
Mam Jude huh pars urlong dat way,
An' now huh hab ur snaik, de say.
Him wrop ur roun' huh buddy tight.
Huh eyes pop out, ur orful sight—
De Cunjah man, de Cunjah man,
O chillen, run, de Cunjah man!
Miss Jane, huh dribe him f'um huh do'.
An' now huh hens woan' lay no mo';
De Jussey cow huh done fall sick.
Hit all done by de Cunjah trick.
Him put ur root un' 'Lijah's baid.
An' now de man he sho' am daid—
De Cunjah man, de Cunjah man,
O chillen, run, de Cunjah man!
Me see him stan' de yudder night
Right een de road een white moon-light;
Him toss him arms, him whirl him 'roun',
Him stomp him foot urpon de groun';
De snaiks come crawlin', one by one,
Me hyuh um hiss, me break an' run—
De Cunjah man, de Cunjah man,
O chillen, run, de Cunjah man!
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# The Aquarian Gospel of Jesus the Christ/Chapter 102

The Christines at the home of Jesus. Jesus unfolds to them the secret doctrine. They go through all Galilee and teach and heal. Jesus brings to life the son of a widow at Nain. They return to Capernaum.
1. The twelve apostles went with Jesus to his home, and there abode for certain days.
2. And Jesus told them many things about the inner life that may not now be written in a book.
3. Now, in Capernaum, there lived a man of wealth, a Roman captain of a hundred men, who loved the Jews and who had built for them a synagogue.
4. A servant of this man was paralysed, and he was sick nigh unto death.
5. The captain knew of Jesus and had heard that by the Sacred Word he healed the sick, and he had faith in him.
6. He sent a message by the elders of the Jews to Jesus, and he pled for help.
7. and Jesus recognised the captain's faith and went at once to heal the sick; the captain met him on the way and said to him,
8. Lo, Lord, it is not well that you should come unto my house; I am not worthy of the presence of a man of God.
9. I am a man of war, my life is spent with those who ofttimes take the lives of fellow men.
10. And surely he who comes to save would be dishonoured if he came beneath my roof.
11. If you will speak the Word I know my servant will be well.
12. And Jesus turned and said to those who followed him,
13. Behold the captain's faith; I have not seen such faith, no, not in Israel.
14. Behold, the feast is spread for you; but while you doubt and wait, the alien comes in faith and takes the bread of life.
15. Then turning to the man he said, Go on your way; according to your faith so shall it be; your servant lives.
16. It came to pass that at the time that Jesus spoke the Word the palsied man arose, and he was well.
17. And then the Christines went abroad to teach. And as they came to Nain, a city on the Hermon way, they saw a multitude about the gates.
18. It was a funeral train; a widow's son was dead, and friends were bearing out the body to the tomb.
19. It was the widow's only son, and she was wild with grief. And Jesus said to her, Weep not, I am the life; your son shall live.
20. And Jesus raised his hand; the bearers of the dead stood still.
21. And Jesus touched the bier and said, Young man, return.
22. The soul returned; the body of the dead was filled with life; the man sat up and spoke.
23. The people were astonished at the scene, and every one exclaimed, Praise God.
24. A Jewish priest stood forth and said, Behold a mighty prophet has appeared; and all the people said, Amen.
25. The Christines journeyed on; they taught, and healed the sick in many towns of Galilee, and then they came again unto Capernaum.
# The Aquarian Gospel of Jesus the Christ/Chapter 100

The Sermon on the Mount, continued. Jesus formulates and presents to the twelve a practical code of spiritual ethics.
1. There is a rule that carnal man has made, and which he rigidly observes:
2. Do unto other men as they do unto you. As others judge, they judge; as others give, they give.
3. Now, while you walk with men as men, judge not, and you shall not be judged.
4. For as you judge you shall be judged, and as you give it shall be given to you. If you condemn, you are condemned.
5. When you show mercy, men are merciful to you, and if you love in such a way that carnal man can comprehend your love, you will be well beloved.
6. And so the wise man of this world does unto other men as he would have them do to him.
7. The carnal man does good to other men for selfish gain, for he expects to have his blessings multiplied and then returned; he does not stop to note the end.
8. Man is himself the field; his deeds are seeds, and what he does to others grows apace; the harvest time is sure.
9. Behold the yield! If he has sown the wind, he reaps the wind; if he has sown the noxious seeds of scandal, theft and hate; of sensuality and crime,
10. The harvest is assured and he must reap what he has sown; yea, more; the seeds produce an hundred fold.
11. The fruit of righteousness and peace and love and joy can never spring from noxious seeds; the fruit is like the seed.
12. And when you sow, sow seeds of right, because it is the right, and not in the way of trade, expecting rich rewards.
13. The carnal man abhors the spirit law, because it takes away his liberty to live in sin; beneath its light he cannot satisfy his passions and desires.
14. He is at enmity with him who walks in Holy Breath. The carnal man has killed the holy men of old, the prophets and the seers.
15. And he will buffet you; will charge you falsely, scourge you and imprison you, and think he does the will of God to slay you in the streets.
16. But you may not prejudge nor censure him who does you wrong.
17. Each one has problems to be solved, and he must solve them for himself.
18. The man who scourges you may have a load of sin to bear; but how about your own?
19. A little sin in one who walks in Holy Breath is greater in the sight of God than monster sins in him who never knew the way.
20. How can you see the splinter in your brother's eye while you have chunks within your own?
21. First take the chunks from out your eye and then you may behold the splinter in your brother's eye and help him take it out,
22. And while your eyes are full of foreign things you cannot see the way, for you are blind,
23. And when the blind lead forth the blind, both lose the way and fall into the slough.
24. If you would lead the way to God you must be clear in sight, as well as pure in heart.
# The Author of Beltraffio, Pandora, Georgina's Reasons, The Path of Duty, Four Meetings/Georgina's Reasons

GEORGINA'S REASONS.
* Part 1
** Chapter 1
** Chapter 2
* Part 2
** Chapter 3
** Chapter 4
* Part 3
** Chapter 5
** Chapter 6
# The Author of Beltraffio, Pandora, Georgina's Reasons, The Path of Duty, Four Meetings

HENRY JAMES
The Author of Beltraffio
PANDORA ＊ GEORGINA'S REASONS THE PATH OF DUTY FOUR MEETINGS
BOSTON
JAMES R. OSGOOD AND COMPANY
1885
Copyright, 1884 and 1885, By Henry James.
All rights reserved.
University Press:
John Wilson and Son, Cambridge.
CONTENTS.
| | Page |
| The Author of Beltraffio | 7 |
| Pandora | 81 |
| Georgina's Reasons | 159 |
| The Path of Duty | 261 |
| Four Meetings | 321 |
# The Author of Beltraffio

* "The Author of Beltraffio" in The English Illustrated Magazine 1 (9–10) (June–July 1884)
** "The Author of Beltraffio" in The English Illustrated Magazine 1 (9) (June 1884): 563–573.
** "The Author of Beltraffio" in The English Illustrated Magazine 1 (10) (July 1884): 628–639.
    — First publication in any form.
* "The Author of Beltraffio" in Stories Revived (3 volumes, London: Macmillan & Co., 1885) 1: 1–70.
    — First English book edition.
* "The Author of Beltraffio" in Stories Revived (2 volumes, London: Macmillan & Co., 1885) 1: 1–70.
    — Two-volume reprint of first English book edition.
* "The Author of Beltraffio" in The Author of Beltraffio, Pandora, Georgina's Reasons, The Path of Duty, Four Meetings (Boston: James R. Osgood and Company, 1885): 7–78.
    — First American book edition.
* "The Author of Beltraffio" in The Novels and Tales of Henry James (New York: Scribner; London: Macmillan & Co., 1907–1909) 16: 3–73.
    — The "New York Edition".
* "The Author of Beltraffio" in The Author of Beltraffio, The Middle Years, Greville Fane, and Other Tales (London: Macmillan, 1922): 3–63.
    — Volume 21 of The Novels and Stories of Henry James, the first posthumous collection of James' works; uses the New York Edition text.
# The Child's Own Music Book/The Fair

THE FAIR
# The Child's Own Music Book/Slumber Song

SLUMBER SONG
F. Kücken
# The Child's Own Music Book/Soldier, Soldier, Will You Marry Me?

SOLDIER, SOLDIER, WILL YOU MARRY ME?
2. Soldier, soldier, will you marry me? etc. When I have no shoes to put on. Then she ran away to the shoemaker's shop etc.
3. Soldier, soldier, will you marry me? etc. When I have no hat to put on. Then she ran away to the hatter's shop etc.
4. Soldier, soldier, will you marry me? etc. When I have no gloves to put on. Then she ran away to the glove-maker's shop etc.
5. Soldier, soldier, will you marry me? etc. "Oh how can I marry such a pretty maid as thee, When I've got a good wife at home?"
Two children are selected to play the parts. The little girl sings the first half of the verse and the little boy the second half. When he says he has no coat to put on, she borrows one from some other one of the children and so on for each verse. The last verse, which is sung by the soldier alone, always creates great merriment.
# The Child's Own Music Book/The Song of the Moon

Song of the Moon
# The Child's Own Music Book/The Diligent Pupil (secondo)

THE DILIGENT PUPIL
Secondo
C. Gurlitt
# The Child's Own Music Book/The Dustman

THE DUSTMAN
J. L. Molloy
# The Child's Own Music Book/Sweet and Low

Setting of a poem by Alfred Tennyson
SWEET AND LOW
# The Child's Own Music Book/The Butterfly's Ball

THE BUTTERFLY'S BALL
# The Child's Own Music Book/The New Toy

The New Toy
# The Climber

1912 reprint of 1908 work
HEINEMANN'S TWO-SHILLING NOVELS
THE CLIMBER
THE NOVELS OF E. F. BENSON
EACH CROWN 8VO., WITH COLOURED PICTURE WRAPPER AND FRONTISPIECE. PRICE 2/- NET
DODO THE VINTAGE MAMMON & CO. THE LUCK OF THE VAILS BOOK OF MONTHS. A REAPING THE CHALLONERS THE ANGEL OF PAIN THE IMAGE IN THE SAND PAUL SHEAVES THE CLIMBER JUGGERNAUT THE OSBORNES ACCOUNT RENDERED
LONDON: WILLIAM HEINEMANN
21 Bedford Street, W.C.
And at all Booksellers' and Bookstalls
"I make you out a benefactor" she said.
THE CLIMBER
By E. F. BENSON
LONDON
WILLIAM HEINEMANN
1912
First printed, October, 1908
Popular 2s. Edition, August, 1912
Copyright, 1908
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20
This work is in the public domain in the United States because it was published before January 1, 1929.
The longest-living author of this work died in 1940, so this work is in the public domain in countries and areas where the copyright term is the author's life plus 83 years or less. 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 Bird of Time/Songs of Life/The Faery Isle of Janjira

The Faery Isle of Janjira To Her Highness Nazli Raffia, Begum of Janjira
Fain would I dwell in your faery kingdom, O faery queen of a flowering clime, Where life glides by to a delicate measure, With the glamour and grace of a far-off time.
Fain would I dwell where your wild doves wander, Your palm-woods burgeon and sea-winds sing. . . . Lulled by the rune of the rhythmic waters, In your Island of Bliss it is always spring.
Yet must I go where the loud world beckons, And the urgent drum-beat of destiny calls, Far from your white dome's luminous slumber, Far from the dream of your fortress walls,
Into the strife of the throng and the tumult, The war of sweet Love against folly and wrong; Where brave hearts carry the sword of battle, 'Tis mine to carry the banner of song,
The solace of faith to the lips that falter, The succour of hope to the hands that fail, The tidings of joy when Peace shall triumph, When Truth shall conquer and Love prevail.
# The Bird of Time/Songs of Life/The Hussain Saagar

The Hussain Saagar
The young dawn woos thee with his amorous grace, The journeying clouds of sunset pause and hover, Drinking the beauty of thy luminous face, But none thine inmost glory may discover, For thine evasive silver doth enclose What secret purple and what subtle rose Responsive only to the wind, thy lover. Only for him thy shining waves unfold Translucent music answering his control; Thou dost, like me, to one allegiance hold, O lake, O living image of my soul.
# The Bird of Time/Songs of Life/Solitude

Solitude
Let us rise, O my heart, let us go where the twilight is calling Far away from the sound of this lonely and menacing crowd, To the glens, to the glades, where the magical darkness is falling In rivers of gold from the breast of a radiant cloud.
Come away, come away from this throng and its tumult of sorrow, There is rest, there is peace from the pang of its manifold strife Where the halcyon night holds in trust the dear songs of the morrow, And the silence is but a rich pause in the music of life.
Let us climb where the eagles keep guard on the rocky grey ledges, Let us lie 'neath the palms where perchance we may listen, and reach A delicate dream from the lips of the slumbering sedges, That catch from the stars some high tone of their mystical speech.
Or perchance, we may glean a far glimpse of the Infinite Bosom In whose glorious shadow all life is unfolded or furled. Thro' the luminous hours ere the lotus of dawn shall reblossom In petals of splendour to worship the Lord of the world.
# The Bird of Time/Songs of Life/The Call to Evening Prayer

The Call to Evening Prayer
Allah ho Akbar! Allah ho Akbar! From mosque and minar the muezzins are calling; Pour forth your praises, O Chosen of Islam; Swiftly the shadows of sunset are falling: Allah ho Akbar! Allah ho Akbar!
Ave Maria! Ave Maria! Devoutly the priests at the altars are singing; O ye who worship the Son of the Virgin, Make your orisons, the vespers are ringing: Ave Maria! Ave Maria!
Ahura Mazda! Ahura Mazda! How the sonorous Avesta is flowing!
Ye, who to Flame and the light make obeisance, Bend low where the quenchless blue torches are glowing:
Ahura Mazda! Ahura Mazda! Naray'yana! Naray'yana! Hark to the ageless, divine invocation! Lift up your hands, O ye children of Bramha, Lift up your voices in rapt adoration: Naray'yana! Naray'yana!