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# Alumni Oxonienses: the Members of the University of Oxford, 1500-1714/Evans, Thomas (5)

From volume 2 of the work.
​Evans, Thomas, of Jesus Coll., sup. for B.A. 15 April, 1586. See O.H.S. xii. 138.
# Alumni Oxonienses: the Members of the University of Oxford, 1500-1714/Evans, Thomas (9)

From volume 2 of the work.
​Evans, Thomas, B.A. from St. Mary Hall 27 Feb., 1610-11.
# Alumni Oxonienses: the Members of the University of Oxford, 1500-1714/Evans, Thomas (6)

From volume 2 of the work.
​Evans, Thomas, B.A. from Jesus Coll. 2 March, 1593-4.
# A Treatise on Diamonds, and Precious Stones/Chapter 2/Section 2

SECT. II.
Chrysoberyl or Oriental Chrysolite , and Cymophane
The chrysoberyl, though differing in some characters from the sapphire, yet closely approximates to it in hardness and specific gravity. When pure, it is of a gold yellow color inter-mixed with green, exhibiting a peculiar richness of tint, and in lustre yields only to the brilliant.
It occurs in Brazil, in the alluvial soil, associating with diamonds, usually in grains or rounded pieces, and sometimes in crystals: a stone of twenty carats is rarely met with. ​In that country it is esteemed the most valuable of all colored stones; and although but recently introduced into Europe, it is rapidly rising in public estimation.
The high lustreand exquisite polish which it is capable of receiving, enables it to sustain a competition with the yellow diamond; and so great is its brilliancy by candle-light, that while the transcendant splendor of the diamond destroys the effect of other stones, this is able to support its presence with unimpaired beauty.
This gem is very difficult to be cut, and few lapidaries are capable of doing justice to it. The Chrysolite is the only colored stone that shows to the greatest advantage when formed into brilliant; but thin stones must be cut in steps.
CYMOPHANE, or OPALESCENT CHRYSOBERYL
Is a chatoyant variety of the preceding gem; it emits a luminous white ray, which changes its position according as the stone receives the light. Its principal estimation in the eye of the connoisseur arises from that circumstance, which on the other hand renders it of little value to the jeweller, the brilliant translucency of the chrysoberyl being more esteemed by the public. The Cymophane is generally cut en cabochon, that it may better shew the play of light from whence it derives its name.
# A Treatise on Diamonds, and Precious Stones/Chapter 2/Section 3

SECT. III.
On the Ruby—Spinelle and Balais.
The Spinelle, when perfect, is a gem of great value and scarcity; its color is a fine, full carmine or rose red, which varies in intensity; in hardness and specific gravity it is inferior to the oriental ruby, and it differs also in some other characters, which will be described in the Appendix.
It is found in Ceylon and Pegu, of an octahedral form. Small crystals, from one to two grains, are very common, but stones of three carats and upwards are rare, and may be considered nearly of equal value with the oriental ruby.
BALAIS RUBY.
This is a pale variety of the spinelle; it varies in color from light red to yellowish red. It probably derives its name from some supposed locality, or from some peculiar earth, in which it may have occurred.
The Balais possesses considerable beauty, and though not so rare as the spinelle, it is by no means common. It is much admired for its agreeable tinge of color, and, when pure and perfect, sells for a high price, but considerably less than the other distinguished stones of this class.
# A Treatise on Diamonds, and Precious Stones/Chapter 2/Section 10

SECT. X.
Zircon—Hyacinth and Jargoon.
The Hyacinth is of an orange red color, and, when free from defects, is a beautiful and brilliant stone. Small specimens are common in Ceylon, where they are cut and polished; they rarely exceed the size of a bean, but they have occurred large enough for brooch stones. As they are generally full of flaws, they are not often employed in jewellery.
THE JARGOON.
Though differing in color, is of the same class with the preceding. It is a transparent stone, greatly resembling colored crystal, but when polished, it has considerably more lustre. ​A century ago this gem was considered to be a variety of diamond; it was usually set in rings, buckles, and around stones of little value: at present it is seldom used in jewellery, and therefore bears but a very low price.
TOURMALINE.
Tuts stone is remarkable for its electrical properties. It generally occurs in black and opaque crystals; but the precious varieties are translucent, and of a green, blue, or pink color; they are used for ring-stones, brooches, or seals. By heat or friction it becomes elec tric, and may be distinguished by this property, which it retains many hours.
MOON-STONE.
Is a beautiful translucent substance, of a bluish white color, When cut spheroidal, it reflects a strong light, which appears on the surface of the stone, agreeably contrasting with the pale celestial hue of the gem. It is used chiefly for ring-stones and ear-drops. Fine specimens were formerly sold at high prices; but the recent importations from Ceylon have considerably reduced their value.
SUN-STONE
Is a rich variety of aventurine, which reflects a bright flame-like color, when held in a strong light. It is a silicious substance, and owes its peculiar beauty to the arrangement of its particles, or the dispersion of minute specks of mica in ferruginous quartz. It is rare, and much valued by connoisseurs.
# Alumni Oxonienses: the Members of the University of Oxford, 1500-1714/Carter, John (12)

From volume 1 of the work.
​Carter, John, s. Tho., of Sarum, Wilts, pleb. Queen's Coll., matric. 31 March, 1683, aged 17.
# Alumni Oxonienses: the Members of the University of Oxford, 1500-1714/Carter, John (4)

From volume 1 of the work.
​Carter, John, of Bucks, pleb. Magdalen Hall, matric. 4 June, 1619, aged 15; B.A. 24 Oct., 1622, M.A. 7 July, 1625, B.Med. 21 June, 1631, licence to practice medicine 28 June, 1631, created D.Med. 31 Aug., 1636, after a practitioner of his faculty near to Chancery Lane in London. See Fasti, i. 493.
# Alumni Oxonienses: the Members of the University of Oxford, 1500-1714/Carter, John (10)

From volume 1 of the work.
​Carter, John, gent. Christ Church, matric. 15 June, 1657; M.A. from Brasenose Coll. 1662.
# Alumni Oxonienses: the Members of the University of Oxford, 1500-1714/Carter, John (2)

From volume 1 of the work.
​Carter, John, of Cornwall, pleb. Broadgates Hall, matric. 28 June, 1594, aged 18; B.A. from Balliol Coll. 25 Feb., 1597-8, of St. Columb, Cornwall, buried there 2 Feb., 1668, brother of James 1599, and of Richard 1593. See Vivian's Visitations of Cornwall.
# Alumni Oxonienses: the Members of the University of Oxford, 1500-1714/Carter, John (3)

From volume 1 of the work.
​Carter, John, of co. Gloucester, gent. Queen's Coll., matric. 3 May, 1611, aged 16.
# Alumni Oxonienses: the Members of the University of Oxford, 1500-1714/Carter, John (5)

From volume 1 of the work.
​Carter, John, s. Francis, of Southwark, Surrey, gent. Corpus Christi Coll., matric. 7 Nov., 1623, aged 16; B.A. from Pembroke Coll. 1 June, 1627 (? M.A. from Magdalen Hall 24 April, 1630).
# Alumni Oxonienses: the Members of the University of Oxford, 1500-1714/Carter, John (6)

From volume 1 of the work.
​Carter, John, s. William, of Whethamstead, Herts, gent. Christ Church, matric. 24 July, 1624, aged 18; B.A. 18 Feb., 1627-8 (? M.A. as preceding entry). See Alumni West., 93.
# Alumni Oxonienses: the Members of the University of Oxford, 1500-1714/Carter, John (1)

From volume 1 of the work.
​Carter, John, of Somerset, 'cler. fil.' Magdalen Coll., matric. 24 Nov., 1581, aged 20.
# Alumni Oxonienses: the Members of the University of Oxford, 1500-1714/Carter, John (11)

From volume 1 of the work.
​Carter, John, s. George, of London, gent. Corpus Christi Coll., matric. 21 May, 1669, aged 17; died in College 27 April, 1671, aged 19. See Gutch, i. 407.
# Alumni Oxonienses: the Members of the University of Oxford, 1500-1714/Carter, John (13)

From volume 1 of the work.
​Carter, John, s. Tho., of Oxford (city), paup. University Coll., matric. 17 Dec., 1686, aged 11.
# A treasury of war poetry, British and American poems of the world war, 1914-1919/Spring in War-Time

SPRING IN WAR-TIME
I FEEL the spring far off, far off, The faint, far scent of bud and leaf— Oh, how can spring take heart to come To a world in grief, Deep grief?
The sun turns north, the days grow long, Later the evening star grows bright— How can the daylight linger on For men to fight, Still fight?
The grass is waking in the ground, Soon it will rise and blow in waves— How can it have the heart to sway Over the graves, New graves?
Under the boughs where lovers walked The apple-blooms will shed their breath— But what of all the lovers now Parted by Death, Grey Death?
Sara Teasdale
# A treasury of war poetry, British and American poems of the world war, 1914-1919/Sonnets

SONNETS
I
I SEE across the chasm of flying years The pyre of Dido on the vacant shore; I see Medea's fury and hear the roar Of rushing flames, the new bride's burning tears; And ever as still another vision peers Thro' memory's mist to stir me more and more, I say that surely I have lived before And known this joy and trembled with these fears.
​The passion that they show me burns so high; Their love, in me who have not looked on love, So fiercely flames; so wildly comes the cry Of stricken women, the warrior's call above, That I would gladly lay me down and die To wake again where Helen and Hector move.
II
The falling rain is music overhead, The dark night, lit by no intruding star, Fit covering yields to thoughts that roam afar And turn again familiar paths to tread, Where many a laden hour too quickly sped In happier times, before the dawn of war, Before the spoiler had whet his sword to mar The faithful living and the mighty dead.
It is not that my soul is weighed with woe, But rather wonder, seeing they do but sleep. As birds that in the sinking summer sweep Across the heaven to happier climes to go, So they are gone; and sometimes we must weep, And sometimes, smiling, murmur, "Be it so!"
Henry William Hutchinson
# A treasury of war poetry, British and American poems of the world war, 1914-1919/Song

SONG
SHE goes all so softly, Like a shadow on the hill, A faint wind at twilight That stirs, and is still.
She weaves her thoughts whitely, Like doves in the air, Though a grey mound in Flanders Clouds all that was fair.
Edward J. O'Brien
# A treasury of war poetry, British and American poems of the world war, 1914-1919/Songs from an Evil Wood

SONGS FROM AN EVIL WOOD
I
THERE is no wrath in the stars, They do not rage in the sky; I look from the evil wood And find myself wondering why.
Why do they not scream out And grapple star against star, Seeking for blood in the wood As all things round me are?
They do not glare like the sky Or flash like the deeps of the wood; But they shine softly on In their sacred solitude.
​To their high, happy haunts Silence from us has flown, She whom we loved of old And know it now she is gone.
When will she come again, Though for one second only? She whom we loved is gone And the whole world is lonely.
II
Somewhere lost in the haze The sun goes down in the cold, And birds in this evil wood Chirrup home as of old;
Chirrup, stir and are still On the high twigs frozen and thin. There is no more noise of them now, And the long night sets in.
Of all the wonderful things That I have seen in the wood, I marvel most at the birds And their wonderful quietude.
For a giant smites with his club All day the tops of the hill, Sometimes he rests at night, Oftener he beats them still.
And a dwarf with a grim black mane Raps with repeated rage All night in the valley below On the wooden walls of his cage.
And the elder giants come Sometimes, tramping from far Through the weird and flickering light Made by an earthly star.
​And the giant with his club, And the dwarf with rage in his breath, And the elder giants from far, They are all the children of Death.
They are all abroad to-night And are breaking the hills with their brood, And the birds are all asleep Even in Plug Street Wood!
III
The great guns of England, they listen mile on mile To the boasts of a broken War-Lord; they lift their throats and smile; But the old woods are fallen For a while.
The old woods are fallen; yet will they come again, They will come back some springtime with the warm winds and the rain, For Nature guardeth her children Never in vain.
They will come back some season; it may be a hundred years; It is all one to Nature with the centuries that are hers; She shall bring back her children And dry all their tears.
But the tears of a would-be War-Lord shall never cease to flow, He shall weep for the poisoned armies whenever the gas-winds blow, He shall always weep for his widows, And all Hell shall know.
The tears of a pitiless Kaiser shallow they'll flow and wide, Wide as the desolation made by his silly pride When he slaughtered a little people To stab France in her side.
​Over the ragged cinders they shall flow and on and on With the listless falling of streams that find not Oblivion, For ages and ages of years Till the last star is gone.
IV
I met with Death in his country, With his scythe and his hollow eye, Walking the roads of Belgium. I looked and he passed me by.
Since he passed me by in Plug Street, In the wood of the evil name, I shall not now lie with the heroes, I shall not share their fame,
I shall never be as they are, A name in the lands of the Free, Since I looked on Death in Flanders And he did not look at me.
Dunsany
# A treasury of war poetry, British and American poems of the world war, 1914-1919/Song of the Red Cross

SONG OF THE RED CROSS
O GRACIOUS ones, we bless your name Upon our bended knee; The voice of love with tongue of flame Records your charity.
Your hearts, your lives right willingly ye gave, That sacred ruth might shine; Ye fell, bright spirits, brave amongst the brave, Compassionate, divine.
Example from your lustrous deeds The conqueror shall take, Sowing sublime and fruitful seeds Of aidos in this ache.
​And when our griefs have passed on gloomy wing, When friend and foe are sped, Sons of a morning to be born shall sing The radiant Cross of Red; Sons of a morning to be born shall sing The radiant Cross of Red.
Eden Phillpotts
# A treasury of war poetry, British and American poems of the world war, 1914-1919/Sportsmen in Paradise

SPORTSMEN IN PARADISE
THEY left the fury of the fight, And they were very tired. The gates of Heaven were open quite, Unguarded and unwired. There was no sound of any gun, The land was still and green; Wide hills lay silent in the sun, Blue valleys slept between.
They saw far off a little wood Stand up against the sky. Knee-deep in grass a great tree stood . . . Some lazy cows went by . . . There were some rooks sailed overhead, And once a church-bell pealed. "God! but it's England," someone said, "And there's a cricket-field!"
T. P. Cameron Wilson
# A treasury of war poetry, British and American poems of the world war, 1914-1919/Song of the Dardanelles

SONG OF THE DARDANELLES
THE wireless tells and the cable tells How our boys behaved by the Dardanelles. Some thought in their hearts "Will our boys make good?" We knew them of old and we knew they would! Knew they would— Knew they would; We were mates of old and we knew they would.
They laughed and they larked and they loved likewise, For blood is warm under Southern skies; ​They knew not Pharaoh ('tis understood), And they got into scrapes, as we knew they would, Knew they would— Knew they would; And they got into scrapes, as we knew they would.
They chafed in the dust of an old dead land At the long months' drill in the scorching sand; But they knew in their hearts it was for their good, And they saw it through as we knew they would, Knew they would— Knew they would; And they saw it through as we knew they would.
The coo-ee called through the Mena Camp, And an army roared like the Ocean's tramp On a gale-swept beach in her wildest mood, Till the Pyramids shook as we knew they would, Knew they would— Knew they would. (And the Sphinx woke up as we knew she would.)
They were shipped like sheep when the dawn was grey; (But the officers knew that no lambs were they). They squatted and perched where'er they could, And they "blanky-ed" for joy as we knew they would, Knew they would— Knew they would; They "blanky-ed" for joy as we knew they would.
The sea was hell and the shore was hell, With mine, entanglement, shrapnel and shell, But they stormed the heights as Australians should, And they fought and they died as we knew they would, Knew they would— Knew they would; They fought and they died as we knew they would.
​From the southern hills and the city lanes, From the sandwaste lone and the Blacksoil Plains; The youngest and strongest of England's brood! They'll win for the South as we knew they would, Knew they would— Knew they would; They'll win for the South as we knew they would.
Henry Lawson
# A treasury of war poetry, British and American poems of the world war, 1914-1919/Subalterns

SUBALTERNS
A Song of Oxford
THEY had so much to lose; their radiant laughter Shook my old walls—how short a time ago! I hold the echoes of their song hereafter Among the precious things I used to know.
Their cup of life was full to overflowing. All earth had laid its tribute at their feet. What harvest might we hope from such a sowing? What noonday from a dawning so complete?
​And I—I watched them working, dreaming, playing, Saw their young bodies fit the mind's desire, Felt them reach outward, upward, still obeying The passionate dictates of their hidden fire.
Yet here and there some greybeard breathed derision, "Too much of luxury, too soft an age! Your careless Galahads will see no vision, Your knights will make no mark on honour's page."
No mark?—Go ask the broken fields in Flanders, Ask the great dead who watched in ancient Troy, Ask the old moon as round the world she wanders What of the men who were my hope and joy!
They are but fragments of Imperial splendour, Handfuls of might amid a mighty host, Yet I, who saw them go with proud surrender, May surely claim to love them first and most.
They who had all, gave all. Their half-writ story Lies in the empty halls they knew so well, But they, the knights of God, shall see His glory, And find the Grail ev'n in the fire of hell.
Mildred Huxley
# Adventures Into Darkness/10

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# Alumni Oxonienses: the Members of the University of Oxford, 1500-1714/Cobbs, Thomas

From volume 1 of the work.
​Cobbs, Thomas, of Kent, gent. Oriel Coll., matric. 16 Feb., 1596-7, aged 17.
# Alumni Oxonienses: the Members of the University of Oxford, 1500-1714/Cobden, Edward

From volume 1 of the work.
​Cobden, Edward, s. William, of Haslemere, Surrey, gent. Trinity Coll., matric. 19 Nov., 1702, aged 16, B.A. 1706 (incorp. at Cambridge 1713, M.A. from King's Coll. 1713). B. & D.D. 1723, baptized at Haslemere 15 July, 1683, educated at Winchester College, vicar of Empshot, Hants, of Sandon, Herts, 1711, and of Buckden, Hunts, 1720, canon of Lincoln 1721-64, chaplain to Edmund Gibson, bishop of Lincoln, rector of Acton, Middlesex, 1726, canon of St Paul's, 1727, rector of St. Augustin-at-the-Gate with St. Faith 1730, chaplain in ordinary to George II. 1730, died 22 April, 1764. See Rawlinson, v. 440, xvi. 385; Foster's Index Ecclesiasticus; & D.N.B.
# Alumni Oxonienses: the Members of the University of Oxford, 1500-1714/Cobden, Francis

From volume 1 of the work.
​Cobden, Francis; B.A. from Trinity Coll., Cambridge, 1641, supplicated for incorp. as M.A. 12 July, 1645.
# Alumni Oxonienses: the Members of the University of Oxford, 1500-1714/Cobden, Richard (1)

From volume 1 of the work.
​Cobden, Richard, s. John, of West Deane, Sussex, pleb. New Inn Hall, matric. 14 Dec., 1666, aged 17; B.A. 1670, M.A. 1673, rector of Wood Eaton, Oxon, 1674. See Foster's Index Ecclesiasticus.
# Alumni Oxonienses: the Members of the University of Oxford, 1500-1714/Cobbs, Edmund

From volume 1 of the work.
​Cobbs, Edmund (Cobbes), s. Ambrose, of Canterbury, Kent, pleb. Pembroke Coll., matric. 20 June, 1627, aged 34; one of these names vicar of Compton Bishop, Somerset, 1639. See Foster's Index Ecclesiasticus.
# Alumni Oxonienses: the Members of the University of Oxford, 1500-1714/Cobden, William (2)

From volume 1 of the work.
​Cobden, William, s. William, of Elsfield, co. Southants, cler. New Inn Hall, matric. 28 March, 1688, aged 17, B.A. 1691; M.A. from Lincoln Coll. 1694, rector of Lurgashall, Sussex, 1698-1723, brother of Richard 1695. See Foster's Index Ecclesiasticus.
# Alumni Oxonienses: the Members of the University of Oxford, 1500-1714/Cobbett, Thomas (1)

From volume 1 of the work.
​Cobbett, Thomas, of co. Oxon, pleb. Lincoln Coll., matric. 25 Oct, 1616, aged 16.
# Alumni Oxonienses: the Members of the University of Oxford, 1500-1714/Cobbett, Thomas (2)

From volume 1 of the work.
​Cobbett, Thomas, s. Thomas, of Newbery, Berks, pleb. Trinity Coll., matric. 12 Oct., 1627, aged 19, B.A. 11 Feb., 1627-8; M.A. from St. Mary Hall 26 June, 1632.
# Alumni Oxonienses: the Members of the University of Oxford, 1500-1714/Cobden, Richard (2)

From volume 1 of the work.
​Cobden, Richard, s. William, of Elsfield, Hants, cler. University Coll., matric. 13 March, 1694-5, aged 15; B.A. 1698, M.A. 1701, rector of Lasham, Hants, 1709, and of Ash 1713, brother of William 1688. See Foster's Index Ecclesiasticus.