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# The White Bull

Akron, Ohio: The Werner Company, page 194
The White Bull.
* Chapter I.—How the Princess Amasidia meets a bull.
* Chapter II.—How the wise Mambres, formerly magician of Pharaoh, knew again the old woman, and was known by her.
* Chapter III.—How the beautiful Amasidia had a secret conversation with a beautiful serpent.
* Chapter IV.—How they wanted to sacrifice the bull and exorcise the Princess.
* Chapter V.—How the wise Mambres conducted himself wisely.
* Chapter VI.—How Mambres met three prophets, and gave them a good dinner.
* Chapter VII.—How King Amasis wanted to give the white bull to be devoured by the fish of Jonah, and did not do it.
* Chapter VIII.—How the serpent told stories to the Princess to comfort her.
* Chapter IX.—How the serpent did not comfort the Princess.
* Chapter X.—How they wanted to behead the Princess, and did not do it.
* Chapter XI.—Apotheosis of the white bull—Triumph of the wise Mambres—The seven years proclaimed by Daniel are accomplished—Nebuchadnezzar resumes the human form, marries the beautiful Amasidia, and ascends the throne of Babylon.
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# The White-throated Sparrow

"Would you feel the witching spell"
* Coates, Florence Earle (1911), "The White-throated Sparrow" in Lippincott's Monthly Magazine (July 1911).
* Coates, Florence Earle (1912), "The White-throated Sparrow" in The Unconquered Air, and Other Poems (1912).
* Coates, Florence Earle (1916), "The White-throated Sparrow" in Poems II.

## References

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# The Vicar of Tours/Dedication

             To David, Sculptor:
The permanence of the work on which I inscribe your name—twice made illustrious in this century—is very problematical; whereas you have graven mine in bronze which survives nations —if only in their coins. The day may come when numismatists, discovering amid the ashes of Paris existences perpetuated by you, will wonder at the number of heads crowned in your atelier and endeavour to find in them new dynasties.
To you, this divine privilege; to me, gratitude.
             De Balzac.
# The Victoria Falls/Cover

THE VICTORIA FALLS.
A FEW PAGES
FROM THE
DIARY
OF
EMIL HOLUB, M.D.,
WRITTEN DURING
His Third Trip into the Interior of Southern Africa.
GRAHAMSTOWN:
T. AND G. SHEFFIELD, PRINTERS, “EASTERN STAR” OFFICE.
1879.
# The Whistle Maker and Other Poems/Walking by the Way

In nights of darkness, Lord, let me With full contentment walk with Thee. Walking freely, as with brother, Serving, trusting one another.
When sunshine floods the way with light, And I would climb the mountain's height, The night remembering, let me In gratefulness, still walk with Thee.
When paths are smooth, so prone my feet To wander off in by-ways sweet, Where beauty hides the poison vine, Or loosened stones, for feet like mine.
Walk with me, Lord, and counsel give. Teach me to love, to help, to live. When danger does my way entwine, Lord, let me feel Thy hand in mine.
With hand in Thine, let me reach out My other hand to those about, Who know Thee not, Oh, Gentle Friend, Let me their needs and wants attend.
And so, dear Lord, along the way, A brotherhood from day to day Shall fill the paths on land and sea, 'Till all the world is linked with Thee.
Nov. 16, 1914.
# The Whistle Maker and Other Poems/The Ships That Go Out

I sit on the hillside and watch them, All they who go down to the sea, And I watch the white sails As they bend to the gales And the gulls as they fly 'neath the clouds rushing by— They all tell their story to me.
They have called as they passed on their way, They've asked why I sit me to rest In the shade of the tree When the great rolling sea Is calling so loud, when the wind and the cloud All rush to the gold tinted west?
Asking in turn why they sail away When there's wealth and health at my feet. But they dance in their glee, Waving farewell to me; "Oh the water is blue, and our sweethearts are true And the wind on the wave is sweet."
But I've seen when the ships 'turn again— The sails are all battered and torn, And the the youth that was free Has gone down in the sea There to rest evermore, 'neath the waves sullen roar, And the home he left is forlorn.
But the sailors are born for the sea; The plowmen are bound to the land, And God's way is the best For He brings them to rest, From their labor and toil, from the rush and the moil, To the fold and care of His hand.
July 23, 1913.
# The Whistle Maker and Other Poems/The Poppy Fields by Lake Chabot

I wish you'd go to the poppy fields That bloom by the lake Chabót Such wonderfully carpeted poppy fields, They look like a golden snow That has fallen upon the emerald earth, Then melted in spots, where the blue Of the cornflowers show like bits of sky, And the world has a marvelous hue.
The work-a-day world seemed brighter today For the charm of the poppies was there, And the dull gray stones of the city's way Seemed an easier path to fare. For I felt that around every corner Green vistas would burst into view, Tho I listened in vain for the caroling birds, The hum of the city seemed new.
April, 1913.
# The Whistle Maker and Other Poems/To a Bird

O, bird upon your swaying bough, Teach me your secret; tell me how You learned to find in life such joy? What are the arts which you employ?
Why do the notes swell in your throat? Why do you rest like some fair boat, Upon a calm unruffled sea? O singer, teach your song to me.
I find in life so many cares; O, tell me, where you buy your wares, Who sells the food you feast upon, Which gives you joy till life is done.
The secret of the Gods you hold, More precious far than finest gold. Your life is full, your song is free. O singer, teach your song to me.
Dec. 9, 1912.
# The Whistle Maker and Other Poems/The Coming Night

The shining clouds hang pendant Along the winding lea; The sun stands out resplendent Above the tranquil sea. The western wind moves softly, Waving the tender grass, The trees more staid and lofty Scarce bend to let it pass.
The cattle down the hillside, Move slowly, homeward bent: Cooing doves and mates in pride Breathe out their sweet content. Far beyond, the sea-gulls fly With curving, measured sweep; Swallows playing, dot the sky; The world prepares for sleep.
I turn, the sun more splendid, Bathes land and sea in gold; A thousand colors blended, Toward the hills are rolled. There, amethyst and violet, Where green and brown held sway With scarlet, form a triolet To deck the dying day.
Down sinks the sun—the monarch Of all this glorious show; Clouds once brilliant, now are dark And all is hushed below. Uplifted heart and outstretched hand Bid farewell to the sight; I speed my steps to lower land And bless the coming night.
Feb. 8, 1913.
# The Whistle Maker and Other Poems/The Evening Star

I saw the evening star At the very point in the sky Where the rose turned to blue; A few scattered clouds to the right and left And a great black mass of cloud below: Opal, shading into blue, filled the sky above, And the star, a great diamond of wonderous luster, Stood supreme. A symbol for jewelers To forever hold, as a perfect ideal. No other light was seen, it stood alone, And its brilliant beauty brought me thoughts of you.
I stood in the gloaming; The beauty sank into my soul; Filled me, calmed me, gave me joy. Standing thus entranced, years slipped away; And the old victor's song filled my heart. Then night came on, slowly, like music repeated In softer strain, before ceasing. So sank my star in that hour when you left me; Sank into the mist of eternity, But left its radiance and glory with me.
April 6, 1914.
# The Whistle Maker and Other Poems/To the Lady Who Helped

If I come to your place, some morning fine, And you are not there to see These scribblings, rambling and jottings of mine, Lady, how dark it will be.
I mean if they say, you have gone away, To other scenes and faces, And you may not return, a-lac-a-day, Lady; I'll miss your graces.
You are no critic, you are far too kind, Your smile is surpassing sweet; If the verse is wrong, excuses you find, If fair, they're "perfect," "complete."
Lady: I'll miss you, you've helped many ways, I'll miss your smile and be sad; But I'll not forget you thru all the days You've helped me and made me glad.
Sept. 2, 1914.
# The Whistle Maker and Other Poems/Progress

The man you meet is not the man you knew, Though bones and skin and the strong sinew Have held their place and the heart is true. I have builded much with bolt and screw; I'm a larger man than the man you knew.
I have suffered pain, I have had my loss, I have bowed my knees beneath my cross, I've served as hireling and been the boss, I've been rolling stone, I've gathered moss, I have sown good gold, and I've garnered dross.
I've battled power when my strength was weak; Talked when my heart was afraid to speak; I've sought when men forbade me seek; Been bold when they said I should be meek And I have worked a month to gain a week.
I believe in God and I trust His word He has fed me as He feeds a bird. But many have called my faith absurd— I know I've sinned and I know I've erred For flesh is weak and the sight is blurred.
But a better man, a man fairly true, Stands in the place of the man you knew, A man who has gained a broader view, Has found a work which he hopes to do And to be the man which you thought you knew.
June 23, 1914.
# The Whistle Maker and Other Poems/The Whistle-Maker

Tweedle-tweet-e-tweedle-tweet Comes the call across the years; Gently stealing clear and sweet, Bringing smiles or tears. Willows swaying in the wind, Mossy banks of stream below, Children, chicks and kindred kin Gather round to see the show.
Gray of hair but young of heart, Youth still singing in your soul, Master of an ancient art— Liquid notes around you roll. Orpheus playing to the beasts, Music-maker to the stones, Faunus at the Roman feasts; Syrinx-like are all your tones.
Breeze and birds join in your song, Feet of young things round you race, Pan still leads the way along As he did in Golden Thrace. Barks for whistles you know well, Learned them in Olympian woods E'er the gods by mortals fell You were fashioning your goods.
"Whistles, for one baby's kiss; (With much haggling on the trade) Bargains now you must not miss Step up, do not be afraid!" You have cheated from the start. You have played an unfair game, Sold the whistle, stole the heart, Robbers always are the same.
Now each time when fancy roves From the busy halls of trade, We go seeking through the groves For the whistles you have made. Tweedle-tweet,-e-tweedle-twee, Sounds the call; but you are gone, Sounding clear in heart of me, So my footsteps follow on.
June 26, 1914.
# The Yosemite

* information about this edition.
* sister projects: Wikidata item.
Dedication
Affectionately dedicated to my friend, Robert Underwood Johnson, faithful lover and defender of our glorious forests and originator of the Yosemite National Park.
Acknowledgment
On the early history of Yosemite the writer is indebted to Prof. J. D. Whitney for quotations from his volume entitled “Yosemite Guide-Book,” and to Dr. Bunnell for extracts from his interesting volume entitled “Discovery of the Yosemite.”

#### Contents

* Chapter 1: The Approach to the Valley
* Chapter 2: Winter Storms and Spring Floods
* Chapter 3: Snow-Storms
* Chapter 4: Snow Banners
* Chapter 5: The Trees of the Valley
* Chapter 6: The Forest Trees in General
* Chapter 7: The Big Trees
* Chapter 8: The Flowers
* Chapter 9: The Birds
* Chapter 10: The South Dome
* Chapter 11: The Ancient Yosemite Glaciers: How the Valley Was Formed
* Chapter 12: How Best to Spend One’s Yosemite Time
* Chapter 13: Early History of the Valley
* Chapter 14: Lamon
* Chapter 15: Galen Clark
* Chapter 16: Hetch Hetchy Valley
* Appendix A: Legislation About the Yosemite
* Appendix B: Table of Distances
* Appendix C: Maximum Rates for Transportation
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 Yosemite/Appendix B

From the Guardian’s office, in the village, the distances to various points are in miles as follows:
| Destination | Miles |
| Bridal Veil Fall | 4.04 |
| Cascade Falls | 7.67 |
| Clouds Rest, Summit | 11.81 |
| Columbia Rock, on Eagle Peak Trail | 1.98 |
| Dana, Mt., Summit | 40.34 |
| Eagle Peak | 6.59 |
| El Capitan Bridge | 3.63 |
| Glacier Point, direct trail | 4.45 |
| Glacier Point, by Nevada Falls | 16.98 |
| Lyell, Mt., Summit | 38.20 |
| Merced Bridge | 2.03 |
| Mirror Lake, by Hunt’s avenue | 2.91 |
| Nevada Fall (Hotel) | 4.63 |
| Nevada Fall, Bridge above | 5.45 |
| Pohono Bridge | 5.29 |
| Register Rock | 3.24 |
| Ribbon Fall | 3.99 |
| Rocky Point (base of Three Brothers) | 1.45 |
| Tenayah Creek Bridge | 2.26 |
| Tenayah Lake | 16.00 |
| Yosemite Falls, foot | 0.90 |
| Yosemite Falls, foot Upper Fall | 2.67 |
| Yosemite Falls, top | 4.33 |
| Soda Springs (Eagle Peak Trail) | 24.50 |
| Sentinel Dome | 5.57 |
| Union Point, on Glacier Point Trail | 3.13 |
| Vernal Fall | 3.50 |
# The Yeomen of the Guard

The eleventh Savoy opera by W. S. Gilbert and Arthur Sullivan, considered by critics to be the comic pair's darkest collaboration.
THE
YEOMEN OF THE GUARD;
OR,
THE MERRYMAN AND HIS MAID.
BY
W. S. GILBERT
AND
ARTHUR SULLIVAN.
PRICE ONE SHILLING NET.
London
CHAPPELL & CO. Ltd., 50, New Bond Street, W.1
NEW YORK — SYDNEY
*21571
THE YEOMEN OF THE GUARD;
OR,
THE MERRYMAN AND HIS MAID.
Dramatis Personæ
Sir Richard Cholmondeley (Lieutenant of the Tower)
Colonel Fairfax (under sentence of death)
Sergeant Meryll (of the Yeomen of the Guard)
Leonard Meryll (his Son)
Jack Point (a Strolling Jester)
Wilfred Shadbolt (Head Jailer and Assistant Tormentor)
The Headsman
First Yeoman
Second Yeoman„
First Citizen
Second Yeoman„
Elsie Maynard (a Strolling Singer)
Phœbe Meryll (Sergeant Meryll's Daughter)
Dame Carruthers (Housekeeper to the Tower)
Kate (her Niece)
Chorus of Yeomen of the Guard, Gentlemen, Citizens, &c.
Scene. — Tower Green.
Date. — 16th Century.
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 Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 13/From Jonathan Swift to George Faulkner - 4

TO MR. FAULKNER.
DEANERY HOUSE,
I HAVE often mentioned to you an earnest desire I had, and still have, to record the merit and services of the lord mayor, Humphrey French; whom I often desired, after his mayoralty, to give me an account of many passages that happened in his mayoralty, and which he has often put off, on the pretence of his forgetfulness, but in reality of his modesty: I take him to be a hero in his kind, and that he ought to be imitated by all his successors, as far as their genius can reach. I desire you therefore to inquire among all his friends whom you are acquainted with, to press them to give you the particulars of what they can remember, not only during the general conduct of his life, wherever he had any power or authority in the city; but particularly from Mr. Maple, who was his intimate friend, who knew him best, and could give the most just character of himself and his actions.
When I shall have got a sufficient information of all these particulars, I will, although I am oppressed with age and infirmities, stir up all the little spirit I can raise, to give the publick an account of that great patriot; and propose him as an example to all future magistrates, in order to recommend his virtues to this miserable kingdom.
I am, sir, your very humble servant,
JON. SWIFT.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 13/From Jonathan Swift to George Faulkner - 2

TO MR. FAULKNER.
I AM answering a letter I had from Mr. Pope, when I was at Cavan. My absence and sickness, since I retired, have hindered me from writing to him. He complains of his unluckiness that you could never find him at home, which, he says, since his mother's death, he is often absent from. I here will transcribe a paragraph which relates to you, and I desire you will return an answer to it, time enough for me to send a letter to night, and I will insert the sum of it.
"As to his (Mr. Faulkner's) design about my works, I beg you will desire him to postpone it, until he sees the duodecimo edition of them here, with the first volume, published by Lintot: for that, joined to the rest by Gillever, will make the completest hitherto extant, and is revised by me. I guess they will be out at Christmas."
​Pray, let me know what answer I shall make to Mr. Pope: write it down and send it by any messenger, the sooner the better, for I am an ill writer at night.
I am, yours, &c.
J. SWIFT.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 13/From Jonathan Swift to George Faulkner - 5

TO MR. FAULKNER.
SOME of my friends wonder very much at your delaying to publish that treatise of Polite Conversation, &c. when you so often desired that I should hasten to correct the several copies you sent me; which, as ill as I have been, and am still, I dispatched as fast as I got them. I expect you would finish it immediately, and send it to me; I hope you have observed all the corrections. I hear you have not above four or five pages remaining. I find people think you are too negligent; and, if you delay longer, what you fear may come to pass, that the English edition may come over before you have your own ready.
I am your humble servant,
JON. SWIFT.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 13/From Jonathan Swift to George Faulkner - 8

TO MR. FAULKNER.
I CANNOT find a manuscript I wrote, called, Directions for Servants, which I thought was very useful, as well as humourous. I believe, you have both seen and read it. I wish you could give me some intelligence of it, because my memory is quite gone; therefore, let me know all you can conjecture about it. I am, sir,
Your very humble servant,
JONATHAN SWIFT.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 13/From Jonathan Swift to John Barber - 1

This letter also appears at volume 18, page 353.
TO MR. ALDERMAN BARBER.
YOU will read the character of the bearer, Mr. Lloyd, which he will deliver to you, signed by the magistrates and chief inhabitants of Coleraine. It seems, your society has raised the rents in that town, and of your lands about it, within three years past, to four times the value of what the tenants formerly paid; which is beyond what I have ever heard, even among the most screwing landlords of this kingdom: and the consequence has already been, that many of your tenants in that town, and the lands about it, are preparing for the plantations of America, for the ​same reasons that are driving some thousands of families in the north to the same plantations: I mean, the oppression of landlords. My dear friend, you are to consider, that no society can, or ought, in prudence or justice, let their lands at so high a rate as a squire, who lives upon his estate, and is able to distrain at an hour's warning. All bodies corporate must give easy bargains, so as to be ready to pay all the incident charges to which they are subject. Thus bishops, deans, and chapters, as well as other corporations, seldom or never let their lands even so high as half the value: and when they raise those rents which are unreasonably low, it is by degrees. I have instances of this conduct in my own practice, as well as that of my chapter; although my own lands, as dean, are let four-fifths under their value. On the other side, there is no reason why an honourable society should rent their estate for a trifle. And therefore I told Mr. Lloyd my opinion, "That, if you could be prevailed on just to double the rent, and no more, I hoped the tenants might be able to live in a tolerable manner." For, I am as much convinced as I can be of any thing human, that this wretched oppressed country must necessarily decline for ever. If, by a miracle, things should mend, you may, in a future renewal, make a moderate increase of rent; but not by such leaps as you are now taking: for, you ought to remember the fable of the hen, who laid every second day a golden egg; upon which, her mistress killed her, to get the whole lump together. I am told, that one condition in your charter is, to plant a colony of English in those parts. If that be so, you are too wise to let it be a colony of Irish beggars. I would not have said thus much ​in an affair, and about persons to whom I am a stranger, if I had not been long assured of the poor condition those people in and about Coleraine have lain under, since that enormous raising of their rents. The bearer, whom I never saw until yesterday, seems to be a gentleman of truth and good sense: yet, if he has misrepresented this matter to me, I shall never be his advocate again.
My health is very indifferent: spirits I have none left. I decline every day. I hope and hear it is better with you. May you live as long as you desire! for I have lost so many friends without getting any new, that I must keep you as a sample of the former. I am, my dear friend,
Yours, &c.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 13/From Jonathan Swift to James Brydges - 1

TO THE DUKE OF CHANDOS.
ALTHOUGH I have long had the honour to be an humble servant to your grace, yet I do not remember to have ever written you a letter, at least since her majesty's death. For this reason, your grace will reasonably wonder to find a man wholly forgotten begin a commerce by making a request. For which I can offer no other excuse, than that frequent application has been made to me, by many learned and worthy persons of this city and kingdom; who, having heard that I was not unknown to you, seldom failed any opportunity of pressing me to solicit your grace, of whose generous nature fame has well informed them, to make a present of those ancient records, in paper or parchment, which relate to this kingdom, that were formerly collected, as we have heard, by the late earl of Clarendon, during his government here, and are now in your grace's possession. They can be of no use in England, and the sight of them will be of little value to foreign virtuosi; and they naturally belong to this poor kingdom. I could wish they were of great intrinsick value, so as to be sold on the Exchange for a thousand pounds, because you would then part with them at the first hint, merely to gratify your darling passion of generosity and munificence: and yet, since they are only valuable in the place of their birth, like the rest of our natives, I hope you will be prevailed on to ​part with them, at the humble request of many very deserving persons in this city and university. In return for which bounty, the memory of it shall be preserved in that honourable manner, which so generous a patron of learning as your grace will be certainly pleased with. And at their request alone, I desire your compliance, without the least mention of myself as any way instrumental.
I entreat your grace's pardon for this interruption; and remain, with the greatest respect, my lord,
Your grace's, &c.