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# The Book of Scottish Song/I'm naebody noo

I’m naebody noo.
[William Anderson, author of "Landscape Lyrics." Printed here for the first time.]
I'm naebody noo, though in days that are gane, Whan I'd hooses, and lands, and gear o' my ain, There war' mony to flatter, and mony to praise, And wha but mysel' was sae proud in those days!
Ah! then roun' my table wad visitors thrang, Wha laugh'd at my joke, and applauded my sang, Though the tane had nae point, and the tither nae glee, But of coorse they war' grand when comin' frae me!
Whan I'd plenty to gi'e, o' my cheer and my crack, There war' plenty to come, and wi' joy to partak', But whanever the water grew scant at the well, I was welcome to drink all alane by mysel'.
Sae lang as my bottle was ready and free, Friends in dozens I had who then crooded to prie, They sat ower the toddy until they war' fou, Noo I drink by mysel', for I'm naebody noo. ​Whan I'd nae need o' aid, there were plenty to' proffer, And noo whan I want it, I ne'er get the offer: I could greet whan I think hoo my siller decreast, In the feasting o'those wha came only to feast.
The fulsome respec' to my gowd they did gi'e, I thought a' the time was intended for me; But whanever the end o' my money they saw, Their friendship, like it, also flicker'd awa'.
My advice ance was sought for by folks far and near, Sic great wisdom I had ere I tint a' my gear, I'm as weel able yet to gi'e counsel that's true, But I may jist haud my wheesht, for I'm naebody noo.
# The Collected Poems of Dora Sigerson Shorter/When the Dark Comes

From The Collected Poems of Dora Sigerson Shorter (1907).
WHEN THE DARK COMES
When the dark comes, “Is this the end?” I pray; No answer from the night, And then once more the day. I take the world again Upon my neck and go Pace with the serious hours. Since fate will have it so, Begone, dead man, unclasp Your hands from round my heart, I and my burden pass. You and your peace depart.
# The Collected Poems of Dora Sigerson Shorter/To Mona

From The Collected Poems of Dora Sigerson Shorter (1907).
TO MONA
When dainty Mona walks this way  My foolish heart will beat. And leaves me, though I turn aside,  To lie beneath her feet.
It follows her all up and down  More faithfully, I wis, Than that be-ribboned spaniel which  She honours with a kiss!
And when all chidden by her frown  My heart creeps back to me, It holds my breast a prison-house  And would again be free.
# The Collected Poems of Dora Sigerson Shorter/When Summer Comes

From The Collected Poems of Dora Sigerson Shorter (1907).
WHEN SUMMER COMES
When summer comes, then you are near to me,
I feel your phantom presence on my heart,
In every wind the dead year speaks again,
And every scene springs up to take its part.
'Twas such a day, as sweet a wind arose.
To kiss with perfumed Ups your brown blown hair;
With brow perplexed and that odd smile you had,
I wondered what you thought of, standing there.
'Twas here I stooped to pluck a drooping flower,
You prayed so foolishly that vou might keep;
And here you turned a moment's space so cold,
I only laughed for fear that I should weep.
O phantom love I that haunts me restlessly.
That from my passionate hands will ever fly,
Fate owes me this, I will pursue and hold,
Or, finding you but shadow, let me die.
# The Collected Poems of Dora Sigerson Shorter/When You Are on the Sea

From The Collected Poems of Dora Sigerson Shorter (1907).
WHEN YOU ARE ON THE SEA
How can I laugh or dance as others do, Or ply my rock or reel? My heart will still return to dreams of you Beside my spinning-wheel.
My little dog he cried out in the dark, He would not whisht for me: I took him to my side—why did he bark When you were on the sea?
I fear the red cock—if he crow to-night— I keep him close and warm, 'Twere ill with me, if he should wake in fright And you out in the storm.
I dare not smile for fear my laugh would ring Across your dying ears; O, if you, drifting, drowned, should hear me sing And think I had not tears!
I never thought the sea could wake such waves, Nor that such winds could be; I never wept when other eyes grew blind For some one on the sea.
But now I fear and pray all things for you. How many dangers be! I set my wheel aside, what can I do When you are on the sea?
# The Collected Poems of Dora Sigerson Shorter/Unknown Ideal

From The Collected Poems of Dora Sigerson Shorter (1907).
UNKNOWN IDEAL
Whose is the voice that will not let me rest? I hear it speak. Where is the shore will gratify my quest, Show what I seek? Not yours, weak Muse, to mimic that far voice, With halting tongue; No peace, sweet land, to bid my heart rejoice Your groves among.
Whose is the loveliness I know is by, Yet cannot place? Is it perfection of the sea or sky, Or human face? Not yours, my pencil, to delineate The splendid smile! Blind in the sun, we struggle on with Fate That glows the while.
Whose are the feet that pass me, echoing On unknown ways? Whose are the lips that only part to sing Through all my days? Not yours, fond youth, to fill mine eager eyes Or find that shore That will not let me rest, nor satisfies For evermore.
# The Collected Poems of Dora Sigerson Shorter/What Will You Give?

From The Collected Poems of Dora Sigerson Shorter (1907).
WHAT WILL YOU GIVE?
What will you give me, if I will wed? “A golden gown To come sweetly down, And deck you from foot to head.”
How will you keep me, if I am cold? “By a heart so warm. The bravest storm Dare not force through my strong hands' hold.”
How will you please me, if I should thirst? “Why by the rape Of the purple grape, Which the summer and sun have nursed.”
If I should hunger what may I eat? “For you the skies The falcon flies. And the hounds on the stag are fleet.”
How can you comfort when fair youth dies, When the spirit's fain For a purer gain. Than the satisfied flesh supplies?
“But this I promise, when starved and cold A lonely soul Finds for its goal A six-foot bed and churchyard mould.”
# The Collected Poems of Dora Sigerson Shorter/To Clarissa

From The Collected Poems of Dora Sigerson Shorter (1907).
TO CLARISSA
Clarissa, when you passed me by With scornful Up and haughty eye,  My fault I did deplore, Your anger, like a poisoned dart, Struck death into my guilty heart,  I vowed to sin no more.
Clarissa, when you did forgive And bid my fainting heart to live,  Nor killed me with disdain, So soft your eye, so sweet your lip, Where like a bee I hung to sip,  I fain would sin again.
# The Collected Poems of Dora Sigerson Shorter/Vale

From The Collected Poems of Dora Sigerson Shorter (1907).
VALE
Goodbye, sweet friend, goodbye And all the world must be Between my friend and me; And nothing is, dear heart, But hands that meet to part; Goodbye, sweet friend, goodbye.
Goodbye, sweet love, goodbye. And one long grave must be Between my love and me; What comfort there, dear heart. For hands that meet to part? Goodbye, sweet love, goodbye.
# The Collected Poems of Dora Sigerson Shorter/Who Is He?

From The Collected Poems of Dora Sigerson Shorter (1907).
WHO IS HE?
Who is he, dying so hard? Hard is it to die— Die in the warmth of June, Bird and bee in tune— Die in the singing time, When all the world's in rhyme, Hard it is to die.
He is Hope lying so low, Dull it is to lie— Lie, and the hounds full cry Gives music to each sigh— Lie, and the antlered stag Leaps light from crag to crag. Weary 'tis to lie.
Is there never a one to weep? Weep, for Hope is dead. Dead, and a body so fair, Never a woman to care? Untuneful is laughter and mirth; Hide him, then, under the earth. Well it were to be dead.
Here comes one weeping so hard: Woeful 'tis to weep. Tears on the cheek of youth, Where smiles should be in truth; Tears in the eyes of love. Angels should weep above, When the young are sad below. Better were death than woe; Hard it is to weep.
# The Collected Poems of Dora Sigerson Shorter/Winter in Summer

From The Collected Poems of Dora Sigerson Shorter (1907).
WINTER IN SUMMER
All in a bleak December My heart had summer-time; Crouched by the glowing ember, We found an Eden's clime. The storm that shook the casements Made laughter in my ears; No frown thy gloom, December, Sweet rain that was not tears.
All in the month of roses My heart is like to die; Now winter's gloom encloses, We thought it passed us by; And so my young companions Fall laughing back from me: For dreary melancholy Is no good company.
O who can smile in summer, When winter rules their heart?— When pleading Ups grow dumb, or Clasped hands fall apart? White cheeks more chill than snowing. Dull eyes so full of rain. Pale lips that part for sighing, Where is your summer's gain?
Or who'd weep in December, Whose heart with summer glows? O who would e'er remember Bare branches, or the rose? Smooth cheeks flush pink as blossoms, Red lips and laughter rhyme; O would June were December, I wot 'twas summer-time.
# The Barrier (Smith)

In the desire of welded lips, Of heart on prone tumultuous heart, Abides no stronger thing than this Dread love that keeps our lips apart.
Between us lies an ancient fear; Before me, in thy troubled eyes, A shadow flees as flees the nymph, Tremulous with the faun's surprise.
Hard silence like a stifling hand Withholds the word we fain would say; Over us lies the dreamt caress Transfixèd with a dear dismay.
When shall the passion of the faun Resistless in my heart arise, And take the warm and trembling nymph That flees within thy startled eyes ?
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# The Bartered Bride (1908)

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Die Verkaufte Braut (The Bartered Bride)
COMIC OPERA IN THREE ACTS
By K. SABINA
German text by Max Kallbeck
MUSIC BY FRIEDRICH SMETANA
ENGLISH VERSION BY HELEN J. HARVITT
English version copyrighted, 1908, by F. Rullman
Published by F. RULLMAN,
AT THE THEATRE TICKET OFFICE, 111 BROADWAY,
NEW YORK
* Programme
* Argument
* Act first
* Act second
* Act third
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# The Barrier

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# The Bartered Bride

English-language translations of Prodaná nevěsta include:
# The Barrister

The Barrister is a periodical, published from 1791 to 1792. A corrected second edition was published in 1818.
* First Edition (1792) (transcription project)
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# The Burning Babe

The Burning Babe was taken from a collection called St. Peter's Complaint, printed privately and circulated shortly after the poet's execution in 1595. Ben Johnson said that he would have been content to destroy many of his own poems to have written The Burning Babe.
* "The Burning Babe," in The Complete Poems of Robert Southwell, (ed.) by Alexander B. Grosart (1876).
* "The Burning Babe," in Oxford Book of English Verse 1250-1918, (ed.) by Arthur Quiller-Couch (1940).
# The Bush Beyond the Range

First published in The Bulletin, 21 February 1907
From Crow's Nest here by Sydney town, Where crows had nests of old, I see the Range where day goes down— The dim blue in the gold. And sometimes wonder, half in doubt, Has there been so much change As pictured in the prints about The Bush beyond the Range.
There's motor-cars and all the "frills," But none of my old mates — The Bush seems run by Buff'lo Bills And Hayseeds from the States. I miss the homesteads and the scrub, The stock and fences too, The horse and swagtman from the pub That Minns and Mahoney drew.
I miss the drovers, diggers—sheep, And—lots of things. Ah well! I wonder if the Kellys keep The Carriers' Camp Hotel, If that still stands by hill and plain As old Man Kelly's pride, Or if he did pull round again — When Mary Kelly died —
And Andy Kelly took to drink, And Barney took a horse (And two years' hard without a blink), And each one took his course. And what become of Andy Mack, Tom Browne, and Pat "O'Brine"? It must be twenty seasons back Since last I had a line.
I wonder if—but I forget And wonder like a fool, Is Bertha Lambert teaching yet A wretched half-time school. I hope — Ah! how the memories come To bother and defer — I only hope my boyhood's chum, Fred. Spencer, married her.
I wonder, and the more it seems So far away and strange, For I have lost, except in dreams, The Bush beyond the Range. I wonder, too, in fear and shame, Do they, like me, forget— I wonder if they mind the name Of Henry Lawson yet.
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# The Burning Book

First published in the periodical The Cornhill Booklet.
* "The Burning Book", in The Man Against the Sky; a Book of Poems (1916)
* "The Burning Book", in Collected Poems (1921)
# The Burning Ship at Sea

from The Burning Ship at Sea (1865)
The night was clear and mild,  And the breeze went softly by,  And the stars of heaven smiled  As they wandered up the sky; And there rode a gallant ship on the wave---  But many a hapless wight  Slept the sleep of death that night,  And before the morning light  Found a grave!
 All were sunk in soft repose,  Save the watch upon the deck:  Not a boding dream arose  Of the horrors of the wreck, To the mother, or the child, or the sire;  Till a shriek of woe profound,  Like a death-knell echoed round---  With a wild and dismal sound,  A shriek of "Fire!"
 Now the flames are spreading fast---  With resistless rage they fly,
 Up the shrouds and up the mast,  And are flickering to the sky; Now the deck is all a-blaze; now the rails---  There's no place to rest their feet;  Fore and aft the torches meet,  And a wingèd lightning-sheet  Are the sails.
 No one heard the cry of woe  But the sea-bird that flew by;  There was hurrying to and fro,  But no hand to save was nigh; Still before the burning foe they were driven---  Last farewells were uttered there,  With a wild and frenzied stare,  And a short and broken prayer  Sent to Heaven.
 Some leap over in the flood  To the death that waits them there;  Others quench the flames with blood,  And expire in open air; Some, a moment to escape from the grave,  On the bowsprit take a stand;  But their death is near at hand---  Soon they hug the burning brand  On the wave.
 From his briny ocean-bed,  When the morning sun awoke,  Lo, that gallant ship had fled!  And a sable cloud of smoke Was the monumental pyre that remained;
 But the sea gulls round it fly,  With a quick and fearful cry,  And the brands that floated by  Blood had stained.
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# The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley (ed. Hutchinson, 1914)/To ——. 'I fear thy kisses, gentle maiden'

TO ———
[Published by Mrs. Shelley, Posthumous Poems, 1824.]
# The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley (ed. Hutchinson, 1914)/To the Moon

TO THE MOON
[Published (I) by Mrs. Shelley, Posthumous Poems, 1824, (II) by W. M. Rossetti, Complete P. W., 1870.]
# The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley (ed. Hutchinson, 1914)/To the People of England

FRAGMENT: TO THE PEOPLE OF ENGLAND
[Published by Dr. Garnett, Relics of Shelley, 1862.]
# The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley (ed. Hutchinson, 1914)/To —. 'Oh! there are spirits of the air'

TO: ———
[Published with Alastor, 1816. See Editor's Note.]
ΔΑΚΡΤΕΙ ΔΙΟΙΕΩ ΠΟΤΜΟΝ 'ΑΠΟΤΜΟΝ.
* ↑ of 1816; in 1839.
* ↑ moonlight 1816; mountain 1839.
# The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley (ed. Hutchinson, 1914)/To —. 'Yet look on me'

TO ———
[Published in Poetical Works, 1839, 2nd ed. See Editor's Note.]
# The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley (ed. Hutchinson, 1914)/To a Skylark

TO A SKYLARK
[Composed at Leghorn, 1820, and published with Prometheus Unbound in the same year. There is a transcript in the Harvard MS.]
# The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley (ed. Hutchinson, 1914)/To ——. 'Music, when soft voices die'

TO ———
[Published by Mrs. Shelley, Posthumous Poems, 1824.]
# The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley (ed. Hutchinson, 1914)/To the Mind of Man

FRAGMENT: TO THE MIND OF MAN
(Edited, published and here placed as the preceding.]
# The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley (ed. Hutchinson, 1914)/To the Nile

POEMS WRITTEN IN 1818
TO THE NILE
['Found by Mr. Townshend Meyer among the papers of Leigh Hunt, [and] published in the St. James's Magazine for March, 1876.' (Mr. H. Buxton Forman, C.B.; P. W. of P. B. S., Library Edition, 1876, vol. iii, p. 410.) First included among Shelley's poetical works in Mr. Forman's Library Edition, where a facsimile of the MS. is given. Composed February 4, 1818. See Complete Works of John Keats, ed. H. Buxton Forman, Glasgow, 1901, vol. iv, p. 76.]
# The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley (ed. Hutchinson, 1914)/To the Lord Chancellor

TO THE LORD CHANCELLOR
[Published in part (v-ix, xiv) by Mrs. Shelley, P. W., 1839, 1st ed. (without title); in full 2nd ed. (with title). Four transcripts in Mrs. Shelley's hand are extant: two—Leigh Hunt's and Ch. Cowden Clarke's—described by Forman, and two belonging to Mr. C. W. Frederickson of Brooklyn, described by Woodberry [P. W., Centenary Edition, iii. 193-6]. One of the latter (here referred to as Fa) is corrected in Shelley's autograph. A much-corrected draft in Shelley's hand is in the Harvard MS. book.]
* ↑ Angel which aye cancelled by Shelley for Fate which ever Fa.
* ↑ promise of a 1839, 2nd ed.; promises of 1839, 1st ed.
* ↑ lore] love Fa.
* ↑ and saddest] the saddest Fa.
* ↑ yet not fatherless! cancelled by Shelley for why not fatherless? Fa.
* ↑ 41-4 By ... built 'crossed by Shelley and marked dele by Mrs. Shelley' (Woodberry) Fa.
* ↑ arts and snares 1839, 1st ed.; snares and arts Harvard Coll. MS.; snares and nets Fa.; acts and snares 1839, 2nd ed.
* ↑ those] their Fa.
# The Czechoslovak Review/Volume 2/To our readers!

TO OUR READERS!
This issue concludes the second volume of the Bohemian Review, which has now been transformed into the Czechoslovak Review. It is the ambition of the editor to increase the size of the monthly and to enrich its contents, as far as financial con, siderations will permit. The last three issues con tained 24 pages; and it is the intention to have all the coming issues have at least 24 pages, not in cluding the covers.
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# The Czechoslovak Review/Volume 2/To our readers (2)

TO OUR READERS.
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