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# The Wounded Cricketer (Not by Walt Whitman)

Written in July 1920 for 'College Days' (a school magazine) when Orwell was a student at Eton College.
The Wounded Cricketer (not by Walt Whitman.)
I am a wetbob who was trying to play cricket, (not because I wanted to, but because I had to.) Then I got hit in the eye by a ball, So I lie on the grass here under a lime hue. The grass looks nice, & so does the sky too. The leaves look green, & there are such lots of them. One, two, three, four.... seven, eight, nine, ten. .... eighteen, nineteen... I can't count them. The sky looks all blue & white & grey. I can hear someone walking on the road over there. His feet go up & down, up & down. He treads in the puddles, & kicks the little pebbles so that they rattle all over the place. The ground underneath me is all rough & lumpy. I can feel a little beetle running down my backbone. And there's an ant on my ear. I can see a rook up there; he's black all over. I don't think I shall move. I feel nice & comfortable.
| | Oh joyful sound that met my ear! |
| | As sweet as wedding bell. |
| | That saved my mind in wave & wind, |
| | And very month of Hell. |
| And, the weather | Then fell the wind & shone the sun |
| abating, reachable | At the kindly voice of man. |
| home safely. | And I was home from flood & foam |
| | Before fourth school began. |
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# The Zoologist/4th series, vol 6 (1902)/Issue 728/Editorial Gleanings

Published in The Zoologist, 4th series, vol 6, issue 728, p. 80
EDITORIAL GLEANINGS.
We regret to read in the 'Athenæum' that "an eminent man of science has passed away in Emil Selenka, titular Professor of Zoology and Comparative Anatomy at Munich since 1896, when he resigned his professorship at Erlangen. Prof. Selenka, who was born at Brunswick in 1842, devoted his attention chiefly to the Echinodermata and vertebrate animals. He twice undertook a journey to the Sunda Islands and Java to study the anthropoid Apes. His most important works are 'Zoologische Studien' and 'Studien über die Entwicklungsgeschichte der Tiere.'"
We have received from Oxford the 'Thirteenth Annual Report of the Delegates of the University Museum (for 1900).' Anthropology is well represented at Oxford. The late Prof. Rolleston upheld the science in his day, and Dr. E.B. Tylor is the present Keeper of the Museum, which contains the Pitt-Rivers collection. Among the many donations to this grand collection, we read:—"A special, if melancholy and pathetic, interest attaches to the collection of West African objects formed by the late Miss Mary Kingsley, through whose untimely death the Museum has lost a sincere friend. It was the wish of this gifted and courageous traveller that her West African specimens should eventually come to Oxford, and her brother, Mr. Charles G. Kingsley, to whom the specimens were bequeathed in the first instance, most kindly transferred them at once to the Museum. Amongst them will be noticed several specimens of the now extinct artistic bronze-work of Benin, which has created so much stir of recent years, since the punitive expedition first brought these forgotten treasures to light; also a fetish figure, which is probably the finest of its kind in any Museum." The Report of the "Hope Professor of Zoology" is restricted to entomological acquisitions, of which a very large number are now being acquired and arranged under his direction.
Most British naturalists feel an interest in the now much restricted area in which Papilio machaon is found in England. Mr. C.W. Dale has contributed an article to the last issue of the 'Entomologist's Monthly Magazine,' entitled "Historical Notes on Papilio machaon in England," which supplies a very useful and timely information on the subject.
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# The complete poetical works and letters of John Keats/Woman! when I behold thee flippant, vain

'WOMAN! WHEN I BEHOLD THEE FLIPPANT, VAIN'
In the 1817 volume, where this poem was first published, with no title, it is placed at the end of a group of poems which are thus advertised on the leaf containing the dedication: 'The Short Pieces in the middle of the Book as well as some of the Sonnets, were written at an earlier period than the rest of the Poems.' In the absence of any documentary evidence, it seems reasonable to place it near the 'Imitation of Spenser' rather than near 'Calidore.'
Woman! when I behold thee flippant, vain, Inconstant, childish, proud, and full of fancies; Without that modest softening that enhances The downcast eye, repentant of the pain That its mild light creates to heal again: E'en then, elate, my spirit leaps, and prances, E'en then my soul with exultation dances For that to love, so long, I've dormant lain: But when I see thee meek, and kind, and tender, ​Heavens! how desperately do I adore Thy winning graces;—to be thy defender I hotly burn—to be a Calidore— A very Red Cross Knight—a stout Leander— Might I be loved by thee like these of yore.
Light feet, dark violet eyes, and parted hair; Soft dimpled hands, white neck, and creamy breast, Are things on which the dazzled senses rest Till the fond, fixed eyes, forget they stare. From such fine pictures, heavens! I cannot dare To turn my admiration, though unpossess'd They be of what is worthy,—though not drest In lovely modesty, and virtues rare. Yet these I leave as thoughtless as a lark; These lures I straight forget,—e'en ere I dine, Or thrice my palate moisten: but when I mark Such charms with mild intelligences shine, My ear is open like a greedy shark, To catch the tunings of a voice divine.
Ah! who can e'er forget so fair a being? Who can forget her half-retiring sweets? God! she is like a milk-white lamb that bleats For man's protection. Surely the All-seeing, Who joys to see us with his gifts agreeing, Will never give him pinions, who intreats Such innocence to ruin,—who vilely cheats A dove-like bosom. In truth there is no freeing One's thoughts from such a beauty; when I hear A lay that once I saw her hand awake, Her form seems floating palpable, and near; Had I e'er seen her from an arbour take A dewy flower, oft would that hand appear, And o'er my eyes the trembling moisture shake.
# The complete poetical works and letters of John Keats/Written on the Blank Space at the end of Chaucer's Tale of 'The Floure and the Lefe'

WRITTEN ON THE BLANK SPACE AT THE END OF CHAUCER'S TALE OF 'THE FLOURE AND THE LEFE'
Written in February, 1817, and published in The Examiner, March 16, 1817. There is a pleasant story that Charles Cowden Clarke had fallen asleep over the book, and woke to find this epilogue.
This pleasant tale is like a little copse: The honied lines so freshly interlace, To keep the reader in so sweet a place, So that he here and there full-hearted stops; And oftentimes he feels the dewy drops Come cool and suddenly against his face, And, by the wandering melody, may trace Which way the tender-legged linnet hops. Oh! what a power has white simplicity! What mighty power has this gentle story! I, that do ever feel athirst for glory, Could at this moment be content to lie Meekly upon the grass, as those whose sobbings Were heard of none beside the mournful robins.
# The complete poetical works and letters of John Keats/Written on the Day that Mr. Leigh Hunt left Prison

WRITTEN ON THE DAY THAT MR. LEIGH HUNT LEFT PRISON
Either the 2d or 3d of February, 1815. Charles Cowden Clarke, to whom Keats showed the sonnet, writes in his recollections: 'This I feel to be the first proof I had received of his having committed himself in verse; and how clearly do I recollect the conscious look and hesitation with which he offered it! There are some momentary glances by beloved friends that fade only with life.' The sonnet was printed in the 1817 volume.
What though, for showing truth to flatter'd state, Kind Hunt was shut in prison, yet has he, In his immortal spirit, been as free As the sky-searching lark, and as elate. Minion of grandeur! think you he did wait? Think you he nought but prison-walls did see, Till, so unwilling, thou unturn'dst the key? Ah, no! far happier, nobler was his fate! In Spenser's halls he strayed, and bowers fair, Culling enchanted flowers; and he flew With daring Milton through the fields of air: To regions of his own his genius true Took happy flights. Who shall his fame impair When thou art dead, and all thy wretched crew?
# The complete poetical works and letters of John Keats/Written upon the Top of Ben Nevis

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Written upon the Top of Ben Nevis
Enclosed in a letter to Tom Keats from Letter Findlay, August 3, 1818.
Read me a lesson, Muse, and speak it loud Upon the top of Nevis, blind in mist! I look into the chasms, and a shroud Vaporous doth hide them,—just so much I wist Mankind do know of hell; I look o'erhead, And there is sullen mist,—even so much Mankind can tell of heaven; mist is spread Before the earth, beneath me,—even such, Even so vague is man's sight of himself! Here are the craggy stones beneath my feet,— Thus much I know that, a poor witless elf, I tread on them,—that all my eye doth meet Is mist and crag, not only on this height, But in the world of thought and mental might!
# The complete poetical works and letters of John Keats/Written in Disgust of Vulgar Superstition

WRITTEN IN DISGUST OF VULGAR SUPERSTITION
In Tom Keats's copybook this sonnet is dated 'Sunday evening, Dec. 24, 1816.' Lord Houghton gives it in the Aldine edition, and heads it 'Written on a Summer Evening.' Possibly the seventh line may be adduced as evidence of the wintry season.
The church bells toll a melancholy round, Calling the people to some other prayers, Some other gloominess, more dreadful cares, More hearkening to the sermon's horrid sound. Surely the mind of man is closely bound In some black spell; seeing that each one tears Himself from fireside joys, and Lydian airs, And converse high of those with glory crown'd. Still, still they toll, and I should feel a damp,— A chill as from a tomb, did I not know That they are dying like an outburnt lamp; That 't is their sighing, wailing ere they go Into oblivion;—that fresh flowers will grow, And many glories of immortal stamp.
# The complete poetical works and letters of John Keats/Written in the Cottage where Burns was born

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Written in the Cottage where Burns was born
From Kingswell's, July 13, 1818, Keats wrote of his experience in visiting Burns's birthplace: 'The approach to it [Ayr] is extremely fine—quite outwent my expectations—richly meadowed, wooded, heathed and rivuleted—with a grand Sea view terminated by the black Mountains of the isle of Annan. As soon as I saw them so nearby I said to myself, "How is it they did not beckon Burns to some grand attempt at Epic?" The bonny Doon is the sweetest river I ever saw—overhung with fine trees as far as we could see—We stood some time on the Brig across it, over which Tam o' Shanter fled—we took a pinch of snuff on the Keystone—then we proceeded to the "auld Kirk Alloway." As we were looking at it a Farmer pointed the spots where Mungo's Mither hang'd hersel' and "drunken Charlie brake 's neck's bane." Then we proceeded to the Cottage he was born in—there was a board to that effect by the door side—it had the same effect as the same sort of memorial at Stratford on Avon. We drank some Toddy to Burns's memory with an old Man who knew Burns—damn him and damn his anecdotes—he was a great bore—it was impossible for a Southron to understand above 5 words in a hundred.—There was something good in his description of Burns's melancholy the last time he saw him. I was determined to write a sonnet in the Cottage—I did—but it was so bad I cannot venture it here.' He wrote in the same strain to Reynolds, saying, 'I wrote a sonnet for the mere sake of writing some lines under the Roof—they are so bad I cannot transcribe them. . . . I cannot write about scenery and visitings—Fancy is indeed less than a present palpable reality, but it is greater than remembrance. . . . One song of Burns's is of more worth to you than all I could think for a whole year in his native country.'
This mortal body of a thousand days Now fills, O Burns, a space in thine own room, Where thou didst dream alone on budded bays, Happy and thoughtless of thy day of doom! My pulse is warm with thine old Barley-bree, My head is light with pledging a great soul, My eyes are wandering, and I cannot see, Fancy is dead and drunken at its goal; Yet can I stamp my foot upon thy floor, Yet can I ope thy window-sash to find The meadow thou hast tramped o'er and o'er,— Yet can I think of thee till thought is blind,— Yet can I gulp a bumper to thy name,— O smile among the shades, for this is fame!
# The Wonderful Garden/end matter

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# The fables of Aesop by William Caxton (Jacobs)/Vol. II/Other Aesop's/Fable 11

Numbered 235 in the Perry Index. Translated from French by William Caxton and first published in 1484. Click here to create an annotated version of this text.
¶ The xj fable is of the ante and of the columbe
One ought to be slowful of the good whiche he receyueth of other / As reherceth this fable of an Ante / whiche came to a fontayne for to drynke / and as she wold haue dronke she felle within the fontayn / vpon the whiche was a columbe or douue / whiche seyng that the Ante shold haue ben drowned withoute helpe / took a braunche of a tree / & cast it to her for to saue her self / ¶ And the Ante wente anone upon the braunche and saued her / ¶ And anone after came a Fawkoner / whiche wold haue take the douue / And thenne the Ante whiche sawe that the Fawkoner dressed his nettes came to his foote / and soo fast pryked hit / that she caused hym to smyte the erthe with his foote / and therwithe made soo gret noyse / that the douue herd hit / wherfore she flewhe aweye or the gynne and nettes were al sette / ¶ And therfore none ought to forgete the benyfyce whiche he hath receyued of some other / for slowfulnesse is a grete synne
# The fables of Aesop by William Caxton (Jacobs)/Vol. II/Other Aesop's/Fable 16

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Numbered 30 in the Perry Index. Click here to create an annotated version of this text.
¶ The xvi fable is of the husbond and of his two wyves
Oo thynge is werse to the man than the woman / As it appereth by this fable / of a man of a meane age / whiche tooke two wyues / that is to wete an old / & one yong / whiche were both dwellyng in his hows / & by cause that the old desyred to haue his loue / she plucked the blak herys fro his hede and his berde / by cause he shold the more be lyke her / And the yonge woman at the other syde ​plucked and drewe oute alle the whyte herys / to the ende / that he shold seme the yonger / more gay and fayrer in her syghte / And thus the good man abode withoute ony here on his hede And therfore hit is grete folye to the auncyent to wedde them self ageyne / For to them is better to be vnwedded / than to be euer in trouble with an euyl wyf / for the tyme in whiche they shold reste them / they put it to payne and to grete labour.
# The fables of Aesop by William Caxton (Jacobs)/Vol. II/Other Aesop's/Fable 17

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Numbered 42 in the Perry Index. Click here to create an annotated version of this text.
¶ The xvij fable is of the labourer and of his children
e that laboureth and werketh contynuelly maye not faylle to haue plente of goodes / as it appiereth by this present table / Of a good man labourer / whiche all his lyf had laboured and wrought / and was ryche / and whan he shold deye / he sayd to his children / My children I muste now deye / and my tresour I haue lefte in my vyne / And after that the good man was dede / his children whiche supposed that his tresour had ben in the vyne / dyd nothyng al day but delued hit / & it bare more fruyte then hyt dyd before / ¶ For who trauaylleth wel / he hath euer brede ynough for to ete / And he that werketh not dyeth for hongrer.
¶ Here fynysshen the Fables of Esope ¶ And after foloweth the fables of Auyan
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# The fables of Aesop by William Caxton (Jacobs)/Vol. II/Other Aesop's/Fable 12

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Numbered 163 in the Perry Index. Click here to create an annotated version of this text.
¶ The xij fable is of the Bee and of Jupiter
Ow the euyl which men wysshe to other / cometh to hym whiche wyssheth hit / as hit appiereth by this fable / of a Bee whiche offred and gaf to Jupyter a pyce of hony / wherof Jupyter was moche Joyous / And thenne Jupyter sayd to the bee / demaunde of me what thow wylt / and I shalle graunte and gyue hit to the gladly / And thenne the Bee prayed hym in this manere / God almyghty I pray the that thow wylt gyue to me and graūte / that who so euer shal come for to take awey my hony / yf I pryke hym / he may sodenly deye / And by cause that Jupyter loued the humayn lygnage he sayd to the Bee / Suffyse the / that who so euer shalle goo to take thy hony / yf thow pryke or stynge hym / Incontynent thow shalt deye / And thus her prayer was tourned to her grete dommage / For men ought not to demaude of god / but suche thynges that ben good and honest
# The fables of Aesop by William Caxton (Jacobs)/Vol. II/Other Aesop's/Fable 10

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Numbered 210 in the Perry Index. Click here to create an annotated version of this text.
¶ The tenth fable is of the child / whiche kepte the sheep
E whiche is acustomed to make lesynges / how be it that he saye trouthe / Yet men byleue hym not / As reherceth this fable / Of a child whiche somtyme kepte sheep / the whiche cryed ofte withoute cause / sayenge / Allas for goddes loue socoure yow me / For the wulf wylle ete my sheep / And whanne the labourers that cultyued and ered the erthe aboute hym / herd his crye / they come to helpe hym / the whiche came so many tymes / and fond nothyng / And as they sawe that there were no wulues / they retorned to theyr labourrage / And the child dyd so many tymes for to playe hym / ¶ It happed on a day that the wulf came / and the child cryed as he was acustomed to doo / And by cause that the labourers supposed / that hit had not ben trouthe / abode stylle at theyr laboure / wherfore the wulf dyd ete the sheep / For men bileue not lyghtly hym / whiche is knowen for a lyer
# The fables of Aesop by William Caxton (Jacobs)/Vol. II/Other Aesop's/Fable 13

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Numbered 173 in the Perry Index. Click here to create an annotated version of this text.
¶ The xiij fable is of a carpenter
N as moche as god is more propyce and benygne to the good and holy / moche more he punyssheth the wycked and euylle / As we may see by this fable / Of a carpenter whiche cutte wode vpon a Ryuer for to make a temple to the goddes / And as he cutte wode / his axe felle in the Ryuer / wherfore he beganne to wepe and to calle helpe of the goddes / And the god Mercurye for pyte appiered before hym And demaunded of hym wherfore he wepte / and shewed to hym an axe of gold / and demaunded of hym yf hit was the axe whiche he had lost / & he sayd nay / And after the god shewed to hym another axe of syluer / And semblably said nay And by cause that Mercurius sawe that he was good and trewe / he drewe his axe oute of the water / and took hit to hym with moche good that he gaf to hym / And the carpenter told thystory to his felawes / of the whiche one of them came in to the same place for to cutte woode as his felawe dyd before / & lete falle his axe within the water / and beganne / to wepe and to de​maund the helpe and ayde of the goddes / And thenne Mercury appiered to tore hym / and shewed to hym an axe of gold / and demaunded of hym in suche manere / Is the same hit that thow hast lost / And he ansuerd to Mercury / ye fayre syre and myghty god the same is it / And Mercury seynge the malyce of the vylayne gaf to hym neyther the same ne none other / and lefte hym wepynge / For god whiche is good and Jurt rewarded the good and trewe in this world / or eche other after his deserte and punyssheth the eyylle and Iniuste
# The fables of Aesop by William Caxton (Jacobs)/Vol. II/Other Aesop's/Fable 14

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Numbered 200 in the Perry Index. Click here to create an annotated version of this text.
¶ The xiiij fable is of a yonge theef and of his moder
e whiche is not chastysed at the begynnynge is euyll and peruers at the ende / As hit appiereth by this fable of a yonge child whiche of his yongthe beganne to stele / and to be a theef / And the theftys whiche he maad / he broughte to his moder / and the moder toke them gladly / & in no wyse she chastysed hym / And after that he had done many theftys / he was taken / and condempned to be hanged / And as men ledde hym to the Justyce / his moder folowed hym and wepte sore / And thenne the child prayed to the Justyce / that he myght saye one word to his moder / And as he approuched to her / made semblaunt to telle her somme wordes at her ere / & with his teeth he bote of her nose / wherof the Justyce blamed hym / And he ansuerd in this manere / My lordes ye haue no cause to blame me therfore / For my moder ​is cause of my deth For yf she had wel chastysed me / I had not come to this shame and vergoyne / For who loueth wel / wel he chastyseth / And therfore chastyse wel youre children / to thende / that ye falle not in to suche a caas