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# The Wayside Hen

From the American Motorist magazine for June, 1917.
The smooth, free rush in the winey breeze, By open field and by tangled brake, By curving roads where the stately trees Are mirrored deep in the placid lake, Past town and village, by farm and stream, Through peaceful valley and rugged glen, Is life that rivals a poet’s dream— Till one encounters the wayside hen!
Her eyes are blind to the swift machine, Her ears are deaf to the purr of wheels, So she continues to prink and preen While close behind her the monster steals; Its warning note is a brazen goad That brings her up with a startled screech And sends her fluttering down the road To get well out of its fearful reach.
She sets the pace in a straightaway, But though she flounders with might and main Her heart grows heavy with deep dismay To find her efforts are all in vain; And so, at last, when her powers fail, She veers around in her frantic stride— And half the feathers that once were tail Are scattered far through countryside!
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# The Wealth of Nations

An Inquiry into the Nature and Causes of the Wealth of Nations is the magnum opus of this Scottish economist. It is a clearly written account of political economy at the dawn of the Industrial Revolution, and is widely (if perhaps incorrectly) considered to be the first modern work in the field of economics. The work is also the first comprehensive defence of free markets.
* Volume 1
* Volume 2
* Volume 3
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# The Way to Wealth (2)/Introduction

THE WAY TO WEALTH.
INTRODUCTION.
At this time, when the general complaint is that money is scaree, it will be an act of kindness to inform the moneyless how they may reinforce their pockets. I will acquaint them with the true secret of money-catching—the certain way to fill empty purses—and how to keep them always fnll. Two simple rules, well observed, will do the business:—First, Let honesty and indnstry be thy constant companions; and, sceondly, spend one penny less than thy elear gains. Then shall thy hide-bound pocket soon begin to thrive, and will never again ery with the empty belly-ache; neither will creditors insult, nor want oppress thee, nor hunger bite, nor nakedness freeze tbee. The wbole hemisphere will shine brighter, and pleasure spring up in every corner of thy heart. Now, therefore, embrace these rules and be happy. Banish the bleak winds of sorrow from thy mind, and live independent. Then shalt thou be a man, and not hide thy face at the approach of the rich, nor suffer the pain of feeling little when the sons of fortune walk at thy right hand; for independeney, whether with little or much, is good fortune, and plaeeth thee on even ground with the proudest of the golden fleece. Oh, then, be wise, and let industry walk with thee in the morning, and attend thee until thou reachest the evening hour for rest. Let honesty be as the breath of thy soul, and never forget to have a penny, when all thy expenses are enumerated and paid; then shalt thou reach the point of happiness, and independenee shall be thy shield and buekler, thy helmet and erown; then shall thy soul walk upright, nor stoop to the silken wreteh because he bath riches, nor pocket an abuse beeause the hand which offers it wears a ring set with diamonds.
# The Treadmill Song

The stars are rolling in the sky,  The earth rolls on below, And we can feel the rattling wheel  Revolving as we go. Then tread away, my gallant boys,  And make the axle fly; Why should not wheels go round about,  Like planets in the sky?
Wake up, wake up, my duck-legged man,  And stir your solid pegs! Arouse, arouse, my gawky friend,  And shake your spider legs; What though you're awkward at the trade,  There's time enough to learn,— So lean upon the rail, my lad,  And take another turn.
They've built us up a noble wall,  To keep the vulgar out; We've nothing in the world to do  But just to walk about; So faster now, you middle men,  And try to beat the ends,— It's pleasant work to ramble round  Among one's honest friends.
Here, tread upon the long man's toes,  He sha'n't be lazy here,— And punch the little fellow's ribs,  And tweak that lubber's ear,— He's lost them both, — don't pull his hair,  Because he wears a scratch, But poke him in the further eye,  That isn't in the patch.
Hark! fellows, there's the supper-bell,  And so our work is done; It's pretty sport, — suppose we take  A round or two for fun! If ever they should turn me out,  When I have better grown, Now hang me, but I mean to have  A treadmill of my own!
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# The Treason of an accent

The Treason of an accent Might Ecstasy transfer — Of her effacing Fathom Is no Recoverer —
The Treason of an Accent Might vilify the Joy — To breathe — corrode the rapture Of Sanctity to be —
# The Treasure-Seeker

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* The Treasure-Seeker (1787), a short story by Johann Karl August Musäus
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# The Travels of Macarius, Patriarch of Antioch/Volume 1/Part 1/Translator's Dedication

To the Right Honourable
Sir Gore Ouseley, Bart. F.R.S. F.A.S.
Knight of the Lion and Sun,
Vice-President of the Royal Asiatic Society, Chairman of the Oriental Translation Committee, &c. &c. &c.
| London, May the 4th, 1829. | The Translator. |
# The Wheel of Time, Collaboration, Owen Wingrave/The Wheel of Time

THE WHEEL OF TIME
* Chapter 1
* Chapter 2
* Chapter 3
* Chapter 4
* Chapter 5
* Chapter 6
# The Wheel of Time

* "The Wheel of Time" in Cosmopolitan Magazine 14 (December 1892 – January 1893):
** "The Wheel of Time" in Cosmopolitan Magazine 14 (December 1892): 215–228.
** "The Wheel of Time" in Cosmopolitan Magazine 14 (January 1893): 348–360.
    — First publication in any form
* "The Wheel of Time" in The Private Life, The Wheel of Time, Lord Beaupré, The Visits, Collaboration, Owen Wingrave (London: James R. Osgood, McIlvaine & Co., 1893): 59–125.
    — First English book edition.
* "The Wheel of Time" in The Wheel of Time, Collaboration, Owen Wingrave (New York: Harper & Brothers, 1893): 1–96.
    — First American book edition
* "The Wheel of Time" in Lord Beaupré, The Visits, The Wheel of Time and Other Tales (London: Macmillan & Co., 1923): 97–154.
    — Volume 27 of The Novels and Stories of Henry James, the first posthumous collection of James' works.
# The Wheel of Time, Collaboration, Owen Wingrave

Published 26 September 1893 as part of the Harper's American Story Tellers series; sold for $1. Harpers printed a great many sheets, then bound them in small batches over a period of years, resulting in many binding states. This is the first American book edition of all three stories, though all had previously been published in magazines, and had appeared in the English market book The Private Life, The Wheel of Time, Lord Beaupré, The Visits, Collaboration, Owen Wingrave.
The Wheel of Time
Collaboration
Owen Wingrave
BY
HENRY JAMES
NEW YORK
HARPER & BROTHERS PUBLISHERS
1893
Copyright, 1893, by Harper & Brothers.
All rights reserved.
CONTENTS
| | PAGE |
| THE WHEEL OF TIME | 3 |
| COLLABORATION | 99 |
| OWEN WINGRAVE | 147 |
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# The Wheel of Time, Collaboration, Owen Wingrave/Owen Wingrave

OWEN WINGRAVE
* Chapter 1
* Chapter 2
* Chapter 3
* Chapter 4
# The True Benjamin Franklin/The Pennsylvania Politician

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# The True Benjamin Franklin/Difficulties and Failure in England

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# The True Benjamin Franklin/Index

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* Vegetarianism, 22.
* VEILLARD, Le, 347.
* Ventilation, 29.
* Venus, transit of, 168.
* VERGENNES, 277, 281, 303, 321-2, 324. 338, 341 344.
* "Virtue, The Art of," planned by Franklin, 109.
* VOLTAIRE, resemblance of, to Franklin, 280; embraces Franklin, 306.
* War, Franklin's opinion of, 191.
* War, Quaker opinion of, 203.
* Water, depth of, as affecting vessels, 181.
* Water-drinking, 23.
* Water-spouts, 180.
* Wealth of Franklin, 165.
* WEDDERBURN, 256-9.
* WHATELY, Thomas, his duel with Temple, 249.
* Whistle, story of the, 60.
* WHITEFIELD, Rev. George, 94-5.
* WILLIAMS, Jonathan, 293-8.
* Writing, Franklin trains himself in, 46.
THE END.
# The True Benjamin Franklin/Pleasures and Diplomacy in France

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# The True Benjamin Franklin/The Embassy to France and its Scandals

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# The True Benjamin Franklin/The Constitution-Maker

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# The True Benjamin Franklin/Education

​II
EDUCATION
Self-made men of eminence have been quite numerous in America for a hundred years. Frank- lin was our first hero of this kind, and I am inclined to think our greatest The others have achieved wealth or political importance ; sometimes both. But Franklin achieved not only wealth and the reputa- tion of a diplomatist and a statesman, but made him- self a most accomplished scholar, a man of letters of world-wide fame, a philosopher of no small im- portance, and as an investigator and discoverer in science he certainly enlarged the domain of human knowledge. His father, Josiah Franklin, an industrious candle- maker in Boston, intended that his youngest son, Benjamin, should enter the ministry of the Puritan Church. With this end in view he sent him, when eight years old, to the Boston Grammar-School ; but before a year had expired he found that the cost of even this slight schooling was too much for the slender means with which he had to provide for a large family of children. So Franklin went to another school, kept by one George Brownell, where he stayed for about a year, and then his school-days were ended forever. He entered his father's shop to cut wicks and melt tallow. During his two years of
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# The True Benjamin Franklin/Religion and Morals

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# The Works of Abraham Cowley/Volume 1/Prologue to the Guardian: before the Prince

The prologue to Cowley's play 'The Guardian'.
PROLOGUE TO THE GUARDIAN:
BEFORE THE PRINCE.
# The Works of Abraham Cowley/Volume 1/Prometheus ill-painted

PROMETHEUS ILL-PAINTED.
# The Works of Abraham Cowley/Volume 1/Reason, the Use of it in divine Matters

REASON,
THE USE OF IT IN DIVINE MATTERS.
# The Works of Abraham Cowley/Volume 1/The Chronicle

THE CHRONICLE.
A BALLAD.
# The Works of Abraham Cowley/Volume 1/On the Death of Sir Anthony Vandyke, the famous Painter

ON THE DEATH OF
SIR ANTHONY VANDYKE,
THE FAMOUS PAINTER.
# The Works of Abraham Cowley/Volume 1/Prologue to "The Cutter of Colman-street"

PROLOGUE
TO THE
CUTTER OF COLMAN STREET.
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END OF THE FIRST VOLUME.
Printed by T. Davison, White-friars.
# The Works of Abraham Cowley/Volume 1/On the Queen's repairing Somerset-house

ON THE
QUEEN'S REPAIRING SOMERSET-HOUSE.
# The Unconquered Air, and Other Poems (1912)/Winter-Song

WINTER-SONG
To him who doth remember, June evermore is near: He breathes her rose amid the snows, And still he seems to hear The lark from wintry fields arise Into the blue of summer skies.
Both April and December Time doth to mortals bring, But in the seed, for future need, Eternal waits the spring; And there be stars that never set, For him who knows not to forget.
# The Unconquered Air, and Other Poems (1912)/Yesterday

YESTERDAY
My soul is fain to drink of joy; Thy cup is full of tears. Ah, take it from me, nor destroy The dream of future years! Thy face is fair, but grief is there— And grief but wastes and sears.
We two have been companioned long; Now straightway let us part! Another and a dearer song, By some mysterious art, Draws young, sweet breath while thy lips of death Yet whisper to my heart.
Ah, joy it is a timid thing, And easily 't is slain; A tender firstling of the spring, It shrinks at touch of pain; Then haste away, dread Yesterday! Nor hither come again!
So quickly? But who goes with thee, Unrecognized before? ​Are hope, alas! and memory Thus joined forevermore? Then must thou stay, O Yesterday! Lest joy, too, quit my door.
# The Unconquered Air, and Other Poems (1912)/Éastre

ÉASTRE
I, who am ever young, Am she whom Earth hath sung From the far ages when from death awaking She felt the dawn of life within her breaking— A strange and inexperienced delight— That warned the desert places of her night, And, after bondage long, Left her divinely free To worship with an ecstasy, Voiceless, that yet was song!
I am that she, Astarte named, By proud Phœnicia and Assyria claimed, Adored by Babylon and Naucratis. From the moon, my throne of bliss, On famed Hieropolis Where stood my temple sanctified and hoary, I poured such floods of silver glory That mortals—blest my palest beams to see— Fell prone upon the earth and worshiped me!
I am Aurora—goddess of the dawn! To heaven in my orient car updrawn, While wingéd joys fly after, ​I part with roseate hand the curtained dark. Mid bird-songs and celestial laughter, I perfume all the æther with my breath, And putting by the envious clouds of Death, With my insistent yearning Rekindle the sun's fire and set it burning.
Persephone am I—the Spring! Whom all things celebrate and sing. When glad from Hades' sombre home Back to the dear, dear earth I come, The gods themselves, my way befriending, Look down on me with shining eyes benign, And grant that, to my mother's arms ascending, Of miracles the loveliest shall be mine.
Howe'er men speak my name I ever am the same,— In herb and tree and vine and blossoming flower, Regenerating, consecrating power, Youth am I and delight. Astarte or Aurora, still the priest Of mysteries beneficently bright. The vivifying glory of the East, The Spring, in vesture of transparent dyes 'Broidered with blossoms and with butterflies, The door that leads from gloomy vasts of Death,— I resurrection am!—new life! new breath!
# The Unconquered Air, and Other Poems (1912)/Unpardoned

UNPARDONED
"Some things I never would forgive!" So said you, dear, not knowing That love is dead unless it live All charity bestowing.
Now, you whose heart love so could brim In dire, dire need, learn this of him Whose all to you is owing: The one wrong man can not forgive Is the wrong of his own sowing!
# The Unconquered Air, and Other Poems (1912)/Why Did You Go ?

WHY DID YOU GO?
Death called,—but why did you go? Did you not know That life is better than death, That snatches the breath Out of joy?—that love is better than death?
Did you not understand How guarded the Land Where death leads?—that howe'er the heart yearn, One can never return From the gloom Of that dwelling-place lone that doth hold and entomb?
O my sweet! Might I follow your feet,— Afar from the sun and the bloom-scented air, I would open once more The inexorable door, And drink of dark Lethe, your prison to share!
# The Unconquered Air (Coates)

"Others endure Man's rule: he therefore deems"
* Coates, Florence Earle (1911), "The Unconquered Air" in Harper's Monthly Magazine (December 1911).
* Coates, Florence Earle (1912), "The Unconquered Air" in The Unconquered Air, and Other Poems.
* Coates, Florence Earle (1916), "The Unconquered Air" in Poems I.

## References

* ↑ View this version at Google Books.
# The Unconquered Air, and Other Poems (1912)/To the Author of "Madame Butterfly"

Also published as "To John Luther Long: On Seeing His Opera 'Madame Butterfly'" in Book News Monthly (Jun 1912). This poem was not included in Mrs. Coates' collected Poems (1916, in 2 vols.).
TO THE AUTHOR OF "MADAME BUTTERFLY"
ON SEEING THE OPERA
Poet, it was your soul created her: Yours was the vision lovely and supreme, Yours the appealing, high-imagined theme, That like a breath of attar-rose or myrrh, Piercing the sense, made Art her worshiper— Made heavenly Music long to be, and seem, A part of the impassionating dream, An added accent, beauty to confer.
And Music to that service, as desired, Brought lofty harmonies—so love inspired— And melodies as pure as they are sweet; Yet 't is the soul of Cio-Cio-San alone, Untouched by any genius but your own, That makes the charm so lasting, so complete.
# The Unconquered Air, and Other Poems (1912)/To Alice Meynell

This poem was not included in Mrs. Coates' collected Poems (1916, in 2 vols.).
TO ALICE MEYNELL
I marvel not that they have loved you so— The gifted ones who knew you; Gazing upon your face, I know Why poet and why painter drew you; Perceive the mystic thing divine That brought their hearts to worship at your shrine!
How much the eyes are windows to the soul Your poet eyes have taught me,— Those shadowed orbs that seem the goal Of all that fairest dreams have brought me,— And, in their depths revealing you, Win from my heart a tender homage, too.
# The Unconquered Air, and Other Poems (1912)/To R. R. On Rereading the "De Profundis" of Oscar Wilde

* information about this edition.
* related authors: Oscar Wilde.
Also published in Lippincott's Monthly Magazine (January 1912). This poem was not included in Mrs. Coates' collected Poems (1916, in 2 vols.).
TO R. R.
ON REREADING THE "DE PROFUNDIS" OF OSCAR WILDE
He stood alone, despairing and forsaken: Alone he stood, in desolation bare; From him avenging powers e'en hope had taken: He looked,—and thou wast there!
Why hadst thou come? Not profit, no: nor pleasure, Nor any faint desire of selfish gain, Had moved thee, giving of thy heart's pure treasure, To share a culprit's pain.
In that drear place, as thou hadst lonely waited To greet with noble friendship one who came Handcuffed from prison, pointed at, and hated, Bowed low in mortal shame,
No thought hadst thou of any special merit, So simple, natural, seemed that action fine Which kept alive, in a despairing spirit, The spark of the divine,
​And taught a dying soul that love is deathless, Even as when its holiest accents fell Upon a woman's heart who listened, breathless, By a Samarian well.
# The Works of Lord Byron (ed. Coleridge, Prothero)/Poetry/Volume 1/Translation from Anacreon (Ode 1)

TRANSLATION FROM ANACREON.
Θέλω λέγειν Ἀτρείδας, κ.τ.λ.
ODE I.
TO HIS LYRE.
I wish to tune my quivering lyre, To deeds of fame, and notes of fire; ​To echo, from its rising swell, How heroes fought and nations fell, When Atreus' sons advanc'd to war, Or Tyrian Cadmus rov'd afar; But still, to martial strains unknown, My lyre recurs to Love alone. Fir'd with the hope of future fame, I seek some nobler Hero's name; The dying chords are strung anew, To war, to war, my harp is due: With glowing strings, the Epic strain To Jove's great son I raise again; Alcides and his glorious deeds, Beneath whose arm the Hydra bleeds; All, all in vain; my wayward lyre Wakes silver notes of soft Desire. Adieu, ye Chiefs renown'd in arms! Adieu the clang of War's alarms! To other deeds my soul is strung, And sweeter notes shall now be sung; My harp shall all its powers reveal, To tell the tale my heart must feel; Love, Love alone, my lyre shall claim, In songs of bliss and sighs of flame.
* ↑ [The motto does not appear in Hours of Idleness or Poems O. and T.]
* ↑ I sought to tune ——.—[MS. Newstead.]
* ↑ The chords resumed a second strain, To Jove's great son I strike again. Alcides and his glorious deeds, Beneath whose arm the Hydra bleeds.—[MS. Newstead.]
* ↑ The Trumpet's blast with these accords To sound the clash of hostile swords— Be mine the softer, sweeter care To soothe the young and virgin Fair.—[MS. Newstead.]