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# The Book of Scottish Song/When first I saw

When first I saw.
[From the Scotsman newspaper of 29th June, 1842.— Air, "Somebody." This song, we understand, is by Lieut. T. C. Gray, son of Captain Charles Gray, author of "Lays and Lyrics."]
When first I saw the witching smiles That glanced frae e'e o' somebody, Around my heart it cuist love's wiles— That deep blue e'e o' somebody. Ochon, for somebody! Och hey, for somebody! I'll ne'er forget that glamour'd glance Shot frae the e'e o' somebody!
Soft glossy locks o' darkest brown Adorn the brow o' somebody, And hang in waving wimplers down The snowy neck o' somebody. Ochon, for somebody! Och hey, for somebody! Here Nature, in her simple guise, A halo sheds round somebody!
And music, wi' its magic sound, Attunes the voice of somebody, When softly swell the words around— "Oh, for the sake o' somebody!" Ochon, for somebody! Och hey, for somebody! Nae strains to me are half sae sweet As those I hear frae somebody I
For, as she chants that simple lay. And sweetly sings o' somebody, My heart, enraptured, borne away, Responsive throbs to "somebody!" Ochon, for somebody! Och hey, for somebody! Hope whispers I'm the happy man— The dearly loved o" somebody!
Though fair her face, the artless mind Is fairer far of somebody; There, truth and innocence combined, Add tenfold charms to somebody. Ochon, for somebody! Och hey, for somebody! Gae range the world frae end to end, Ye'll find nane like that somebody!
# The Book of Scottish Song/When gowans sprinkl'd

When gowans sprinkl’d.
[James Fraser.—Air, "Kind Robin lo'es me."]
When gowans sprinkl'd a' the lea, An' blossoms hung on ilka tree, 'Twas then my Jeanie's saft blue e'e Shot a' its witchery through me. I felt—I wonder'd at the smart, New wishes floated roun' my heart— Ah! little kenn'd I 'twas a dart That's fated to undo me.
Through lanely glen and greenwood shaw I stole frae heartless mirth awa', Or wander'd heedless o' the snaw, That heap'd its wraiths around me: But still I felt I kenn'd nae what, Nor wist I what I would be at; And aftentimes my cheek was wat, Though stars shone clear aboon me.
And when a sidelang stowan glance I took, as if't might seem by chance, My very bluid was in a dance— My heart lap sae within me. Her voice was music in my ear— Her lip I daur'd na touch for fear, But O methought the hinny pear Less sweetness had to win me.
O Jeanie! dinna think I'm cauld, When ither lads may be mair bauld; True love like mine can ne'er be tauld— 'Tis constancy maun prove me. Tour hair I'll braid wi' spring's young flow'rs, I'll shade you cool in simmer bow'rs, An' a' the winter's lang cauld hours Nae blast shall ever move ye.
# The Botany of the Antarctic Voyage/Plate CLXXVIII

Nitophyllum Smithii Hook. fil. et Harv.
# The Botany of the Antarctic Voyage/Plate CLXV.CLVI

D'Urvilea Harveyi Hook. fil.
# The Botany of the Antarctic Voyage/Plate CLXXII.CLXXIII

Desmarestia Rossii Hook. fil. et Harv.
# The Botany of the Antarctic Voyage/Plate CLXXIV

Stereocladon Lyallii Hook. fil. et Harv.
# The Botany of the Antarctic Voyage/Plate CLXXVII

Nitophyllum Crozieri Hook. fil. et Harv.
# The Botany of the Antarctic Voyage/Plate CLXXIX

Nitophyllum lividum Hook. fil. et Harv.
# The Botany of the Antarctic Voyage/Plate CLXXV

Delessaria Davisii Hook. fil. et Harv.
# The Botany of the Antarctic Voyage/Plate CLXXVI

Delessaria Lyallii Hook. fil. et Harv.
# The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar/A Lyric

A LYRIC
My lady love lives far away, And oh my heart is sad by day, And ah my tears fall fast by night, What may I do in such a plight.
Why, miles grow few when love is fleet, And love, you know, hath flying feet; Break off thy sighs and witness this, How poor a thing mere distance is.
My love knows not I love her so, And would she scorn me, did she know? How may the tale I would impart Attract her ear and storm her heart?
Calm thou the tempest in my breast, Who loves in silence loves the best, But bide thy time, she will awake, No night so dark but morn will break.
But though my heart so strongly yearn, My lady loves me not in turn, How may I win the blest reply That my void heart shall satisfy.
Love breedeth love, be thou but true, And soon thy love shall love thee, too; If Fate hath meant you heart for heart, There's naught may keep you twain apart.
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# The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar/A Lazy Day

A LAZY DAY
The trees bend down along the stream,  Where anchored swings my tiny boat. The day is one to drowse and dream  And list the thrush's throttling note. When music from his bosom bleeds Among the river's rustling reeds.
No ripple stirs the placid pool,  When my adventurous line is cast, A truce to sport, while clear and cool,  The mirrored clouds slide softly past. The sky gives back a blue divine, And all the world's wide wealth is mine.
A pickerel leaps, a bow of light, The minnows shine from side to side. The first faint breeze comes up the tide— I pause with half uplifted oar, While night drifts down to claim the shore.
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# The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar/A Little Christmas Basket

A LITTLE CHRISTMAS BASKET
De win' is hollahin' "Daih you" to de shuttahs an' de fiah,  De snow's a-sayin' "Got you" to de groun',  Fu' de wintah weathah 's come widout a-askin' ouah desiah,  An' he 's laughin' in his sleeve at whut he foun';  Fu' dey ain't nobody ready wid dey fuel er dey food,  An' de money bag look timid lak, fu' sho',  So we want ouah Chrismus sermon, but we 'd lak it ef you could  Leave a little Chrismus basket at de do'.
 Wha 's de use o' tellin' chillen 'bout a Santy er a Nick,  An' de sto'ies dat a body allus tol'?  When de harf is gray wid ashes an' you has n't got a stick  Fu' to warm dem when dey little toes is col'?  Wha 's de use o' preachin' 'ligion to a man dat's sta'ved to def,  An' a-tellin' him de Mastah will pu'vide?  Ef you want to tech his feelin's, save yo' sermons an' yo' bref,  Tek a little Chrismus basket by yo' side.
 'T ain't de time to open Bibles an' to lock yo' cellah do',  'T ain't de time to talk o' bein' good to men;  Ef you want to preach a sermon ez you nevah preached befo',  Preach dat sermon wid a shoat er wid er hen;  Bein' good is heap sight bettah den a-dallyin' wid sin,  An' dey ain't nobody roun' dat knows it mo',  But I t'ink dat 'ligion 's sweeter w'en it kind o' mixes in  Wid a little Chrismus basket at de do'.
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# The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar/A Lost Dream

A LOST DREAM
Ah, I have changed, I do not know Why lonely hours affect me so. In days of yore, this were not wont, No loneliness my soul could daunt.
For me too serious for my age, The weighty tome of hoary sage, Until with puzzled heart astir, One God-giv'n night, I dreamed of her.
I loved no woman, hardly knew More of the sex that strong men woo Than cloistered monk within his cell; But now the dream is lost, and hell
Holds me her captive tight and fast Who prays and struggles for the past. No living maid has charmed my eyes, But now, my soul is wonder-wise.
For I have dreamed of her and seen Her red-brown tresses' ruddy sheen, Have known her sweetness, lip to lip, The joy of her companionship.
When days were bleak and winds were rude, She shared my smiling solitude, And all the bare hills walked with me To hearken winter's melody.
And when the spring came o'er the land We fared together hand in hand Beneath the linden's leafy screen That waved above us faintly green.
In summer, by the river-side, Our souls were kindred with the tide That floated onward to the sea As we swept toward Eternity.
The bird's call and the water's drone Were all for us and us alone. The water-fall that sang all night Was her companion, my delight,
And e'en the squirrel, as he sped Along the branches overhead, Half kindly and half envious, Would chatter at the joy of us.
'Twas but a dream, her face, her hair, The spring-time sweet, the winter bare, The summer when the woods we ranged,— 'Twas but a dream, but all is changed.
Yes, all is changed and all has fled, The dream is broken, shattered, dead. And yet, sometimes, I pray to know How just a dream could hold me so.
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# The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar/A Hymn

A HYMN
AFTER READING "LEAD, KINDLY LIGHT."
Lead gently, Lord, and slow,  For oh, my steps are weak, And ever as I go,  Some soothing sentence speak;
That I may turn my face  Through doubt's obscurity Toward thine abiding-place,  E'en tho' I cannot see.
For lo, the way is dark;  Through mist and cloud I grope, Save for that fitful spark,  The little flame of hope.
Lead gently, Lord, and slow,  For fear that I may fall; I know not where to go  Unless I hear thy call.
My fainting soul doth yearn  For thy green hills afar; So let thy mercy burn—  My greater, guiding star!
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# The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar/A Love Song

A LOVE SONG Ah, love, my love is like a cry in the night, A long, loud cry to the empty sky, The cry of a man alone in the desert, With hands uplifted, with parching lips,
Oh, rescue me, rescue me, Thy form to mine arms, The dew of thy lips to my mouth, Dost thou hear me?—my call thro' the night?
Darling, I hear thee and answer, Thy fountain am I, All of the love of my soul will I bring to thee, All of the pains of my being shall wring to thee, Deep and forever the song of my loving shall sing to thee, Ever and ever thro' day and thro' night shall I cling to thee. Hearest thou the answer? Darling, I come, I come.
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# The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar/A Golden Day

A GOLDEN DAY
I found you and I lost you,  All on a gleaming day. The day was rilled with sunshine,  And the land was full of May.
A golden bird was singing  Its melody divine, I found you and I loved you,  And all the world was mine.
I found you and I lost you,  All on a golden day, But when I dream of you, dear,  It is always brimming May.
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# The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar/A Grievance

A GRIEVANCE
Wen de snow 's a-fallin'  An' de win' is col'. Mammy 'mence a-callin',  Den she 'mence to scol', "Lucius Lishy Brackett,  Don't you go out do's, Button up yo' jacket,  Les'n you 'll git froze."
I sit at de windah  Lookin' at de groun', Nuffin nigh to hindah,  Mammy ain' erroun'; Wish 't she would n' mek me  Set down in dis chaih; Pshaw, it would n't tek me  Long to git some aih.
So I jump down nimble  Ez a boy kin be, Dough I 's all a-trimble  Feahed some one 'll see; Bet in a half a minute  I fly out de do' An' I 's knee-deep in it,  Dat dah blessed snow.
Den I hyeah a pattah  Come acrost de flo'. Den dey comes a clattah  At de cabin do'; An' my mammy holler  Spoilin' all my joy, "Come in f'om dat waller,  Don't I see you, boy?"
Wen de snow 's a-sievin'  Down ez sof ez meal, Whut 's de use o' livin'  'Cept you got de feel Of de stuff dat's fallin'  'Roun' an' white an' damp, 'Dout some one a-callin',  "Come in hyeah, you scamp!"
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# The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar/A Love Letter

A LOVE LETTER
Oh, I des received a letter f'om de sweetest little gal;  Oh, my; oh, my. She's my lovely little sweetheart an' her name is Sal:  Oh, my; oh, my. She writes me dat she loves me an' she loves me true, She wonders ef I'll tell huh dat I loves huh, too; An' my heaht's so full o' music dat I do' know what to do;  Oh, my; oh, my.
I got a man to read it an' he read it fine;  Oh, my; oh, my. Dey ain' no use denying dat her love is mine;  Oh, my; oh, my. But hyeah's de t'ing dat's puttin' me in such a awful plight, I t'ink of huh at mornin' an' I dream of huh at night; But how's I gwine to cou't huh w'en I do' know how to write?  Oh, my; oh, my.
My heaht is bubblin' ovah wid de t'ings I want to say;  Oh, my; oh, my. An' dey's lots of folks to copy what I tell 'em fu' de pay;  Oh, my; oh, my. But dey's t'ings dat I's a-t'inkin' dat is only fu' huh ears, An' I couldn't lu'n to write 'em ef I took a dozen years; So to go down daih an' tell huh is de only way, it 'pears;  Oh, my; oh, my.
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# The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar/A Letter

A LETTER
Dear Miss Lucy: I been t'inkin' dat I 'd write you long fo' dis, But dis writin' 's mighty tejous, an' you know jes' how it is. But I 's got a little lesure, so I teks my pen in han' Fu' to let you know my feelin's since I retched dis furrin' lan'. I 's right well, I 's glad to tell you (dough dis climate ain't to blame), An' I hopes w'en dese lines reach you, dat dey 'll fin' yo' se'f de same. Cose I 'se feelin kin' o' homesick—dat 's ez nachul ez kin be, Wen a feller 's mo'n th'ee thousand miles across dat awful sea. (Don't you let nobidy fool you 'bout de ocean bein' gran'; If you want to see de billers, you jes' view dem f'om de lan'.) 'Bout de people? We been t'inkin' dat all white folks was alak; But dese Englishmen is diffunt, an' dey 's curus fu' a fac'. Fust, dey's heavier an' redder in dey make-up an' dey looks, An' dey don't put salt nor pepper in a blessed t'ing dey cooks! Wen dey gin you good ol' tu'nips, ca'ots, pa'snips, beets, an' sich, Ef dey ain't some one to tell you, you cain't 'stinguish which is which. Wen I t'ought I 's eatin' chicken—you may b'lieve dis hyeah 's a lie— But de waiter beat me down dat I was eatin' rabbit pie. An' dey 'd t'ink dat you was crazy—jes' a reg'lar ravin' loon, Ef you 'd speak erbout a 'possum or a piece o' good ol' coon. O, hit's mighty nice, dis trav'lin', an' I 's kin' o' glad I come. But, I reckon, now I 's willin' fu' to tek my way back home. I done see de Crystal Palace, an' I 's hyeahd dey string-band play, But I has n't seen no banjos layin' nowhahs roun' dis way. Jes' gin ol' Jim Bowles a banjo, an' he 'd not go very fu', 'Fo' he 'd outplayed all dese fiddlers, wif dey flourish and dey stir. Evahbiddy dat I 's met wif has been monst'ous kin an' good; But I t'ink I 'd lak it better to be down in Jones's wood, Where we ust to have sich frolics, Lucy, you an' me an' Nelse, Dough my appetite 'ud call me, ef dey was n't nuffin else. I 'd jes' lak to have some sweet-pertaters roasted in de skin; I 's a-longin' fu' my chittlin's an' my mustard greens ergin; I 's a-wishin' fu' some buttermilk, an' co'n braid, good an' brown, An' a drap o' good ol' bourbon fu' to wash my feelin's down! An' I 's comin' back to see you jes' as ehly as I kin, So you better not go spa'kin' wif dat wuffless scoun'el Quin! Well, I reckon, I mus' close now; write ez soon's dis reaches you; Gi' my love to Sister Mandy an' to Uncle Isham, too. Tell de folks I sen' 'em howdy; gin a kiss to pap an' mam; Closin' I is, deah Miss Lucy, Still Yo' Own True-Lovin' Sam.
P. S. Ef you cain't mek out dis letter, lay it by erpon de she'f,  An' when I git home, I 'll read it, darlin', to you my own se'f.
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# The Buckaroo of Blue Wells

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   A Mystery Story of the Open Country. West—Hashknife helps out a tenderfoot.
Meet Hashknife and Sleepy again in
    W. C. Tuttle’s
New COMPLETE NOVEL
The Buckaroo of Blue Wells
* I. Bookkeepers 2
* II. The Preacher’s Horse 6
* III. Other People’s Money 8
* IV. Jimmy Gets His Dander Up 11
* V. Paul the Apostle 15
* VI. The Making of a Cowboy 21
* VII. Jimmy Wins His Spurs 26
* VIII. A Regular Job 36
* IX. Complications 42
* X. Hashknife and Sleepy, Philanthropists 45
* XI. The Sheriff Wonders 53
* XII. Jimmy Takes a Shot 56
* XIII. Captured 72
* XIV. Who Got the Pay-roll? 75
Copyright, 1926, by The Butterick Publishing Company in the United States and Great Britain. All rights reserved.
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# The Buchan sangster/Your Ain Fireside

YOUR AIN FIRESIDE.
Tune-"Kelvin Grove."
Would you banish care and gloom Frae your ain fireside, Oh, let Temperance bud and bloom At your ain fireside; Then your canty wifie's smile Will the cares of life beguile, And allay the pains of toil At your ain fireside.
​Oh, how sweet the artless joys At your ain fireside, While your gleesome girls and boys Cheer your ain fireside; Or can blyther sight be seen, As they round your board convene, Fresh and fair as olives green By your ain fireside?
Would you foree the bitter tear At your ain fireside, Frae the heart you vow'd to cheer At your ain fireside? Could you see the fading cheek Still her smother'd grief bespeak, And afar your pleasure seek, Frae your ain fireside?
Have you vow'd to train for heaven At your ain fireside, Those sweet flow'ries kindly given To your ain fireside? Could you see their bloom decline, While in cold and want they pine, Or run wild in heart and min', At your ain fireside?
Would you dread the serpent's fang At your ain fireside? Or the deadly adder's stang At your ain fireside? Frae the drunkard's drink abstain, And your sair-won penny hain; Then will peace and pleasure reign At your ain fireside.
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# The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley (ed. Hutchinson, 1914)/'My head is wild with weeping'

FRAGMENT: 'MY HEAD IS WILD WITH WEEPING'
[Published by W. M. Rossetti, 1870.]
# The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley (ed. Hutchinson, 1914)/'O that a Chariot of Cloud were mine'

'O THAT A CHARIOT OF CLOUD WERE MINE'
[Published by Dr. Garnett, Relics of Shelley, 1862.]
# The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley (ed. Hutchinson, 1914)/'Mighty Eagle'

'MIGHTY EAGLE'
SUPPOSED TO BE ADDRESSED TO WILLIAM GODWIN
[Published in 1882 (P. W. of B. P. S.) by Mr. H. Buxton Forman, C.B., by whom it is dated 1817.]
# The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley (ed. Hutchinson, 1914)/'The viewless and invisible consequence'

FRAGMENT: 'THE VIEWLESS AND INVISIBLE CONSEQUENCE'
[Published by Rossetti, Complete P. W. of P. B. S., 1870.]
# The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley (ed. Hutchinson, 1914)/'Wake the serpent not'

FRAGMENT: 'WAKE THE SERPENT NOT'
[Published by Mrs. Shelley, P. W, 1839, 2nd ed.]
# The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley (ed. Hutchinson, 1914)/'What men gain fairly'

FRAGMENT: 'WHAT MEN GAIN FAIRLY'
[Published by Mrs. Shelley, P. W, 1839, 2nd ed.]
# The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley (ed. Hutchinson, 1914)/'Ye gentle visitations of calm thought'

FRAGMENT: 'YE GENTLE VISITATIONS OF CALM THOUGHT'
[Published by Mrs. Shelley, P. W, 1839, 1st ed.]
# The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley (ed. Hutchinson, 1914)/'Such hope, as is the sick despair of good'

FRAGMENT: 'SUCH HOPE, AS IS THE SICK DESPAIR OF GOOD'
[Published by Dr. Garnett, Relics of Shelley, 1862.]
# The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley (ed. Hutchinson, 1914)/'Unrisen splendour of the brightest sun'

FRAGMENT: 'UNRISEN SPLENDOUR OF THE BRIGHTEST SUN'
[Published by Dr. Garnett, Relics of Shelley, 1862.]
# The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley (ed. Hutchinson, 1914)/'When a lover clasps his fairest'

FRAGMENT: 'WHEN A LOVER CLASPS HIS FAIREST'
[Published by Mrs. Shelley, P. W, 1839, 2nd ed.]
# The Cloud of Unknowing/Chapter 60

​HERE BEGINNETH THE SIXTIETH CHAPTER
That the high and the next way to heaven is run by desires, and not by paces of feet.
BUT now peradventure thou sayest, that how should it then be? For thee thinkest that thou hast very evidence that heaven is upwards; for Christ ascended the air bodily upwards, and sent the Holy Ghost as He promised coming from above bodily, seen of all His disciples; and this is our belief. And therefore thee thinkest since thou hast thus very evidence, why shalt thou not direct thy mind upward bodily in the time of thy prayer?
And to this will I answer thee so feebly as I can, and say: since it so was, that Christ should ascend bodily ​and thereafter send the Holy Ghost bodily, then it was more seemly that it was upwards and from above than either downwards and from beneath, behind, or before, on one side or on other. But else than for this seemliness, Him needed never the more to have went upwards than downwards; I mean for nearness of the way. For heaven ghostly is as nigh down as up, and up as down: behind as before, before as behind, on one side as other. Insomuch, that whoso had a true desire for to be at heaven, then that same time he were in heaven ghostly. For the high and the next way thither is run by desires, and not by paces of feet. And therefore saith Saint Paul of himself and many other thus; although our bodies be presently here in earth, nevertheless yet our living is in heaven. He meant their love and their desire, the which is ghostly their life. And surely as verily is a soul there where it loveth, as in the body that liveth by it and to the which ​it giveth life. And therefore if we will go to heaven ghostly, it needeth not to strain our spirit neither up nor down, nor on one side nor on other.
# The Cloud of Unknowing/Chapter 64

​HERE BEGINNETH THE FOUR AND SIXTIETH CHAPTER
Of the other two principal powers, Reason and Will; and of the work of them before sin and after.
REASON is a power through the which we depart the evil from the good, the evil from the worse, the good from the better, the worse from the worst, the better from the best. Before ere man sinned, might Reason have done all this by nature. But now it is so blinded with the original sin, that it may not con work this work, unless it be illumined by grace. And both the self Reason, and the thing that it worketh in, be comprehended and contained in the Memory.
Will is a power through the which we choose good, after that it be de​termined with Reason; and through the which we love good, we desire good, and rest us with full liking and consent endlessly in God. Before ere man sinned, might not Will be deceived in his choosing, in his loving, nor in none of his works. For why, it had then by nature to savour each thing as it was; but now it may not do so, unless it be anointed with grace. For ofttimes because of infection of the original sin, it savoureth a thing for good that is full evil, and that hath but the likeness of good. And both the Will and the thing that is willed, the Memory containeth and comprehendeth in it.