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# The Garden of Years and Other Poems/The Débutante

This poem was published in the posthumous anthology The Garden of Years and Other Poems (1904).
To-day dawned not upon the earth as other days have done: A throng of little virgin clouds stood waiting for the sun, Till the herald-winds aligned them, and they blushed, and stood aside, As the marshals of the morning flung the eastern portals wide. So Nature lit her playhouse for the play that May begins, And the twigs of honeysuckle sawed like little violins: In the dawn there dwelt a whisper of a presence that was new, For the slender Spring was at the wing, and waiting for her cue!
As yet I could not see her, and the stage was wide and bare; As yet the Winter's chorus echoed faintly on the air With a dying wail of tempest, and of dry and tortured trees, But a promise of new music lent enchantment to the breeze. In the scene's secluded corners lay the snow-drifts, still secure; But the murmur of their melting sang another overture Than the brooks of brown November, and I listened, and I knew That blue-eyed Spring was at the wing, and waiting for her cue!
The world was all attention, and the hemlocks stood, a-row, Ushers, never changing costume through the Seasons’ wonder-show, While the day, below the hillside, tried her colors, one by one, On the clouds experimenting, till the coming of the sun. In the vines about my window, where the sparrows all convene, They were practising the chorus that should usher in the Queen, And the sod-imprisoned flowers craved the word to shoulder through: Green-girdled Spring was at the wing, and waiting for her cue!
She shall enter to the clarion of the crystal-ringing brooks, She shall tread on frail arbutus in the moist and mossy nooks; She shall touch the bleak drop-curtain of the Winter with her wand Till it lifts, and shows the wonder of the apple blooms beyond! Yet with all her golden sunlight, and her twilights of perfume, Yet with all the mystic splendor of her nights of starlit gloom, She shall bring no sweeter moment than this one in which I knew That laughing Spring was at the wing, and waiting for her cue!
Swampscott, 1902.
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# The Garden of Years and Other Poems/The Fog

This poem was published in the posthumous anthology The Garden of Years and Other Poems (1904).
The fog slunk down from Labrador, stealthy, sure, and slow, Southwardly shifting, far inshore, so never a man might know How the sea it trod with feet soft-shod, watching the distance dim. Where the fishing-fleet to the eastward beat, white dots on the ocean’s rim. Feeling the sands with its furtive hands, fingering cape and cove. Where the sweet salt smells of the nearer swells up the sloping hillside rove; Where the whimpering sea-gulls swoop and soar, and the great king-herons go, The fog slunk down from Labrador, stealthy, sure, and slow!
Then a stillness fell on crag and cliff, on beach and breaker fell, As the sea-breeze brought on its final whiff the note of a distant bell, One faint, far sound, and the fog unwound its mantle across the lea. Joined hand in hand with a wind from land, and the twain went out to sea. And the wind that rose spoke soft, of those who watch on the cliffs at dawn, And the fog’s white lips, of sinking ships where the tortured tempests spawn, As, each to each, they told once more such things as fishers know, When the fog slinks down from Labrador, stealthy, sure, and slow !
Oh, the wan, white hours go limping by, when that pall comes in between The great, blue bell of the cloudless sky and the ocean’s romping green! Nor sane young day, nor swirl of spray, as the cat’s-paws lunge and lift;— On sad, slow waves, like the mounds of graves, the fishermen’s dories drift. For the fishing-craft that leapt and laughed are swallowed in ghostly gray: Only God’s eyes may see where lies the lap of the sheltered bay, So their dories grope, for lost their lore, witlessly to and fro, When the fog slinks down from Labrador, stealthy, sure, and slow !
Oh, men of the fleet, ’t is ye who learn, of the white fog’s biting breath, That life may hang on the way ye turn, or the way ye turn be death! Though they on the lea look out to sea for the woe or the weal of you, The ominous East, like a hungry beast, is waiting your tidings, too. A night and a day, mayhap, ye stray; a day and a night, perchance, The dory is led toward Marblehead, or pointed away for France; The shore may save, or the sea may score, in the unknown final throw, When the fog slinks down from Labrador, stealthy, sure, and slow!
Ah, God of the Sea, what joy there lies in that first faint hint of sun!— When the pallid curtains sulking rise, and the reaches wider run, When a wind from the west on the sullen breast of the waters shoulders near, And the blessed blue of the sky looks through, as the fog-wreaths curl and clear. Ah, God, what joy when the gallant buoy, swung high on a sudden swell, Puts fear to flight like a dream of night with its calm, courageous bell, And the dory trips the sea’s wide floor with the verve ’t was wont to know, And the fog slinks back to Labrador, stealthy, sure, and slow!
Marblehead, 1901.
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# The Garden of Years and Other Poems/Paris

This poem was published in the posthumous anthology The Garden of Years and Other Poems (1904).
I knew when first I looked into her eyes,  And she in mine, that what has been must be, And so let others say she told them lies:  She told no lie to me! She spoke me fair, of lees as well as wine,  Then, with that subtlest charm of all her charms, Half-dropped her languid lids, and at the sign  I ran into her arms!
Now it is she who flings my window wide  At dawn, and lets the perfumed morning in, And she who walks so softly at my side,  Through noonday’s dust and din. But, most of all, ’t is she, where blue night falls,  Whose firm, imperious fingers tap the pane, And she whose velvet voice it is that calls,  Nor calls her own in vain!
It is as if the siren understood  How that she is so strong at this still hour, That I could not repulse her if I would,  Nor would, had I the power: As if she knew that, should I try to check  The strength of that enrapt, responsive thrill, Let her but slide her arm about my neck,  And I obey her will!
So, when she speaks, I answer; when she woos,  Her voice, like wine, the slow pulse goads and spurs: I go to meet her through the dropping dews,  And lean my lips to hers. All the long hours run laughing into one—  The strange, sweet moment when the evening falls— And, like a mother summoning her son,  Resistless Paris calls!
Paris, 1901.
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# The Garden of Years and Other Poems/Rex Captivus

This poem was published in the posthumous anthology The Garden of Years and Other Poems (1904).
Americans if ye be, who stand surrounding my prison,  Has the sight of me, caged and cowed, no hint of the past to say, Of the days when ye chose me symbol of Freedom the New-arisen?  Free ye found me, and King ye crowned me,  And what is your King to-day? Shackled for fools to laugh at, shorn of defence and defiance,  Tainted and reeking with filth in this barred, unspeakable slough, Behold the sign of a creed divine, the bird of your faith’s reliance!  Polluted and shamed, the King ye acclaimed  Recalls your allegiance now !
Born to be Prince of the Air, and the great Sun’s peer and brother,  Who alone might meet his eye in the infinite heights of blue, Butt of the vulgar and lewd, in the ruck of my pen I smother:  Yet King! Ye have said it! Is my discredit  Not greater disgrace for you? Men—if ye still be men, not blind, unreasoning cattle—  See what the work of your hands hath made of the work of God! These tabid things were once such wings as flash on your flags in battle,  And benisons put on every foot  Of your hardly-ransomed sod!
To me the faith of your fathers its resolute eyes uplifted,  I poised on your earliest banners, I routed your youngest foe, I was borne in your van of late, where the Spanish smoke-bank drifted:—  Is all forgotten, that, smirched and rotten,  You make of me squalid show? I am stained with blood of your sons, and armored with prayers of your daughters,  To me your defenders point as sign of their aim most true, On the prows of your mail-clad ships I sail to guard your conquered waters:  O sons of the West, will ye sully your crest  With this hideous thing ye do?
Nay ! By the oath ye swore, by the pledge of your ancient duty,  By the blood ye spilled for my honor, I bid you to bend the knee! Yield me my place again, in its purity, pride, and beauty!  Men of my nation, is this my station?  I summon you, set me free! Let there be one rift in the cloud of man’s world-wide dominion,  One thing of all breathing things that he bids no hand molest! Let Liberty’s sky be hallowed by the beat of the eagle’s pinion,  By her sons released, from the earliest east  To the shores of the farthest west!
Else am I king no more, acclaimed of bugle and tymbal;  No longer Bird of the Free, but, palsied, defiled, and sore; Leave me to dream on the days when ye hailed me Liberty’s symbol,  On how I led you, to victory sped you,  And how ye are mine no more! Are ye blind, American men, that ye pass me, caged and pining?  Are ye deaf, American men, to that daring and distant cry, The cheer of your sons, above their guns, for the bird on your banners shining,  For the world to see?—Ah, God of the Free,  That symbol and sign am I!
New York, 1901.
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# The Garden of Years and Other Poems/The Easter Lily

This poem was published in the posthumous anthology The Garden of Years and Other Poems (1904).
A little child, as winter turned to spring,  Tended a lily-plant with patient care, Thinking, when she should see it blossoming,  To set it on the chancel-step; that there, When Easter dawned on Lent, the spotless thing Might on the feast-day be her offering,  Lifting its own white face to One more fair.
But, as the plant grew upward day by day,  Raising itself from earth towards the sky, So seemed the child from earth to draw away,  The while she feared to see the lily die; Unthinking that, ere broke the Easter ray, She might her own white soul before Him lay  For Whom she sought the flower to sanctify.
Time passed. The lily bloomed not; and the night  Before the feast had come. And so the child Sent to the church the cherished plant, despite  ’T was but an unblown bud; and—reconciled That on the altar-step, midst flowers white, Her poor green stalk watched out the silent flight  Of hours until the morn—contented smiled.
Fair broke the dawn upon the altar’s hem  Of lilies, breathing Easter greeting sweet; But, with the night that so perfected them,  The child’s own spirit fled, the Light to meet Beyond the heaven’s roseate diadem; And, with the morning, bloomed upon the stem  The fair, white soul her own had longed to greet!
New York, 1893.
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# The Heritage of Dedlow Marsh (book)

* information about this edition.
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1889
* The Heritage of Dedlow Marsh
* A Knight-Errant of the Foot-Hills
* A Secret of Telegraph Hill
* Captain Jim's Friend
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# The Heritage of the Sioux

Book 6 in the Flying U ranch series. Luck Lindsay wants to make another movie with the Flying U cowboys; a "reel" bank robbery gets entangled with a real robbery, with not so humorous consequences. Meanwhile, Annie-Many-Ponies, the beautiful daughter of a Sioux chieftain has her own problems.
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THE HERITAGE OF THE SIOUX
By B. M. BOWER
Good Indian The Uphill Climb The Gringos The Ranch at the Wolverine The flying U's Last Stand Jean of the Lazy A The Phantom Herd The Heritage of the Sioux
"You not let moon look. on you," she chided in an undertone. Frontispiece. See page 53.
THE HERITAGE
OF THE SIOUX
BY
B. M. BOWER
WITH FRONTISPIECE BY
MONTE CREWS
BOSTON
LITTLE, BROWN, AND COMPANY
1916
Copyright, 1916,
By Little, Brown, and Company.
All rights reserved
Published, September, 1916
Printers R. J. Parnhill & Co., Boston, U.S.A.
CONTENTS
CHAPTER PAGE
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# The Experiment/Opinion of the Court

* Court Documents
* Case Syllabus
* Opinion of the Court
APPEAL from the Circuit Court of Massachusetts. This was a question of collusive capture.
The Attorney-General moved to invoke into this cause depositions taken, on further proof, in the case of The George, reported 1 Wheat. 408.
MARSHALL, Ch. J.
Original evidence and depositions taken on the standing interrogatories, may be invoked from one prize cause into another. But depositions taken as further proof in one cause, cannot be used in another.
Motion refused.(a)

## Notes
### (a)

    But in other respects, cases of collusive and joint captures form an exception to the general rules of evidence in prize causes. In cases of this nature, the usual simplicity of the prize proceedings is departed from, because the standing interrogatories are more peculiarly directed to the question of prize or no prize, as between the captor and captured, and are not adapted to the determination of questions of joint or collusive capture. It is, therefore, almost a matter of course, to permit the introduction of further proof in these cases. The George, 1 Wheat. 408. But this further proof must be of such a nature as is admissible by the general rules of prize evidence. Under what circumstances, these rules permit the invocation of papers and depositions, may be seen, 2 Wheat. Appendix, Note I., p. 23.
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# The Expiration

SO, so, break off this last lamenting kiss, Which sucks two souls, and vapours both away; Turn, thou ghost, that way, and let me turn this, And let ourselves benight our happiest day. We ask none leave to love; nor will we owe Any so cheap a death as saying, "Go."
Go; and if that word have not quite killed thee, Ease me with death, by bidding me go too. Or, if it have, let my word work on me, And a just office on a murderer do. Except it be too late, to kill me so, Being double dead, going, and bidding, "Go."
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# The Explanation

* "The Explanation" in Ballads and Barrack-Room Ballads (1892)
* "The Explanation" in Departmental Ditties and Ballads and Barrack-Room Ballads (1919)
# The Exploits of Brigadier Gerard

The hero, Etienne Gerard, is a Hussar officer in the French Army during the Napoleonic Wars whose most notable attribute is his vanity. Conan Doyle, in making his hero a vain, and often rather uncomprehending Frenchman, was able to satirise both the stereotypical English view of the French and—by presenting them from Gerard's baffled point of view—English manners and attitudes. Warning: template has been deprecated.
THE EXPLOITS
OF
BRIGADIER GERARD
BY
A. CONAN DOYLE.
—French Biography.
WITH TWENTY-FOUR ILLUSTRATIONS, BY W. B. WOLLEN, R.I.
LONDON: GEORGE NEWNES, Ltd, SOUTHAMPTON STREET, AND EXETER STREET, STRAND.
1896.
CONTENTS.
| | | PAGE |
| I. | —How the Brigadier Came to the Castle of Gloom | 3 |
| II. | —How the Brigadier Slew the Brothers of Ajaccio | 43 |
| III. | —How the Brigadier Held the King | 83 |
| IV. | —How the King Held the Brigadier | 127 |
| V. | —How the Brigadier Took the Field Against the Marshal Millefleurs | 169 |
| VI. | —How the Brigadier Played for a Kingdom | 213 |
| VII. | —How the Brigadier Won His Medal | 251 |
| VIII. | —How the Brigadier was Tempted by the Devil | 295 |
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS.
| "Come Out, You Rascal" | Frontispiece |
| When I Doze in my Arm-chair, I See Those Great Warriors | Facing Page 4 |
| Facing Us There Sat a Huge Man | 22 |
| I Saw a Great Spout of Fire Shoot Up | 38 |
| He Roared with Laughter | 52 |
| The Emperor was Pacing Up and Down | 64 |
| The Emperor was Standing Before Me | 72 |
| I was Dragged by the Heels on to the Road | 92 |
| "What Game are You up to Here?" | 110 |
| The Cards Fluttered from His Nerveless Fingers | 122 |
| "Help! Help! a Prisoner is Escaping" | 140 |
| I Ventured to Salute the Lady's Hand | 148 |
| I Saw as Many Flashes as at Austerlitz | 158 |
| "Hang Him to the Nearest Tree" | 172 |
| "I Should Recommend You to Keep in His Good Graces" | 196 |
| Her Eyes were Raised to His Face | 208 |
| A Bullet Hummed Past Me Like a Bee | 226 |
| Ah, That Terrible Song | 242 |
| "This Man is Mine" | 246 |
| He Handed Our Letters to Us | 254 |
| I Laughed Heartily | 280 |
| "What are You Doing Here?" He Shouted | 288 |
| Tremeau and Berthier were Rolling Together upon the Floor | 302 |
| I Pulled It Out | 322 |
"COME OUT, YOU RASCAL."
(See page 275)
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# The History of the Church and Manor of Wigan/Ranulf

​The first indubitable Parson, or Rector, of Wigan that I meet with is
Ranulf, Treasurer of Salisbury, who, as a non-resident, appears to have nominated a vicar or perpetual curate to serve the church in his place. On 12th June, 1199 (1 John), a grant was made to Adam, clerk, de Frekelton, of the perpetual vicarage of the church of Wigan, at the request of Ranulf, Treasurer of Salisbury, Parson of Wigan. Ranulf resigned the benefice in the 6th year of John (1205), when the right of patronage, for that turn, fell to the Crown, because the land of Makerfield was in the King's hands by reason of the death of Guarin Banastre; and on the 23rd April, 1205. the King presented his beloved clerk,
* ↑ In a plea of 31 Edw. I. (which will be quoted in its place) a claim was made to the patronage by the Lord of Standish; who asserted that in the time of King Richard, one Ulf had been presented, and instituted, to the chapel of Wigan by a certain Ralph de Standish, and received the great tithes, &c., but the assertion was not proved, and his claim to the advowson was rejected.
* ↑ Charters of the Duchy of Lancaster (Appendix to 21st Report of Deputy Keeper of Records, p. 5). I have no means of ascertaining when Ranulf was presented to the church of Wigan, but Canon Jones, Fasti Sarum, 343, gives 1192 as the date of his appointment to the Treasurership of Salisbury, and 1210 as the date of his successor's appointment.
# The History of the Church and Manor of Wigan/Richard de Langton

​On vi Id. (10th) of July, 1359, Richard de Langton, clerk, was presented to the parish church of Wigan, then vacant, by Sir Robert Langton, knight, the true patron, and Stephen de Chetaston, Rector of Warrington, was appointed a special commissary for his institution, which took place in the chapel of the said Sir Robert, at Newton, in his presence, and he, the said Richard, made oath that he would pay an annual pension of £20 due to the cathedral of Lichfield by equal portions at Michaelmas and Easter. Richard de Langton was a younger son of Sir Robert de Langton, knight, and is named in an entail of W. fil. H. de Orel, in 1340. His incumbency was of short duration, for on the 4th of September, 1359,
* ↑ Lichfield Dioc. Reg. Lib. iv. fol. 6.
* ↑ Hill's History of Langton, p. 19.
# The History of the Church and Manor of Wigan/Richard Langton

​Richard Langton, the next rector, who succeeded Nicholas Towneley in 1532, was the second son of Sir Thomas Langton, knight, of Walton in le Dale, the patron of the church. Had he outlived his father he would have become the head of the family and Baron of Newton, for his elder brother Edward Langton died before his father without surviving issue. But Sir Thomas Langton outlived all his sons, and at his death, in 1569, he was succeeded by the son of his younger son Leonard.
Richard Langton, parson of Wigan, died in 1534-5. He was the last of this family who held the rectory of Wigan, of which no less than nine had held it since the advowson first came into the hands of the Langtons, in the reign of King Edward III.
* ↑ Chetham Tract li. p. 247, (Lancashire and Cheshire Wills and Inventories).
* ↑ Some account of the Langton family, as patrons, will be given in an appendix.