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# The City of Dreadful Night and other poems/A Polish Insurgent

A POLISH INSURGENT.
1863.
What would you have? said I; 'Tis so easy to go and die, 'Tis so hard to stay and live, In this alien peace and this comfort callous, Where only the murderers get the gallows, Where the jails are for rogues who thieve.
'Tis so easy to go and die, Where our Country, our Mother, the Martyr, Moaning in bonds doth lie, Bleeding with stabs in her breast, Her throat with a foul clutch prest, Under the thrice-accursed Tartar.
But Smith, your man of sense, Ruddy, and broad, and round-like so! Kindly—but dense, but dense, Said to me: "Do not go:
It is hopeless; right is wrong; The tyrant is too strong."
Must a man have hope to fight? Can a man not fight in despair? Must the soul cower down for the body's weakness, And slaver the devil's hoof with meekness, Nor care nor dare to share Certain defeat with the right?
They do not know us, my Mother! They know not our love, our hate! And how we would die with each other, Embracing proud and elate, Rather than live apart In peace with shame in the heart.
No hope!—If a heavy anger Our God hath treasured against us long, His lightning-shafts from His thunder-clangour Raining a century down: We have loved when we went most wrong; He cannot for ever frown.
No hope!-We can haste to be killed, That the tale of the victims get filled;
The more of the debt we pay, The less on our sons shall weigh: This star through the baleful rack of the cope Burns red; red is our hope.
O our Mother, thou art noble and fair! Fair and proud and chaste, thou Queen! Chained and stabbed in the breast, Thy throat with a foul clutch prest; Yet around thee how coarse, how mean, Are these rich shopwives who stare!
Art thou moaning, O our Mother, through the swoon Of thine agony of desolation?— "Do my sons still love me? or can they stand Gazing afar from a foreign land, Loving more peace and gold—the boon Of a people strange, of a sordid nation?"
O our Mother, moan not thus! We love you as you love us, And our hearts are wild with thy sorrow: If we cannot save thee, we are blest Who can die on thy sacred bleeding breast.— So we left Smith-Land on the morrow, And we hasten across the West.
# The City of Dreadful Night and other poems/A Recusant

A RECUSANT.
The Church stands there beyond the orchard-blooms: How yearningly I gaze upon its spire! Lifted mysterious through the twilight glooms, Dissolving in the sunset's golden fire, Or dim as slender incense morn by morn Ascending to the blue and open sky. For ever when my heart feels most forlorn It murmurs to me with a weary sigh, How sweet to enter in, to kneel and pray With all the others whom we love so well! All disbelief and doubt might pass away, All peace float to us with its Sabbath bell. Conscience replies, There is but one good rest, Whose head is pillowed upon Truth's pure breast.
# The City

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# The City (Lovecraft)

It was golden and splendid,  That City of light; A vision suspended  In deeps of the night; A region of wonder and glory, whose temples were marble and white.
I remember the season  It dawn'd on my gaze; The mad time of unreason,  The brain-numbing days When Winter, white-sheeted and ghastly, stalks onward to torture and craze.
More lovely than Zion  It shone in the sky When the beams of Orion  Beclouded my eye, Bringing sleep that was filled with dim mem'ries of moments obscure and gone by.
Its mansions were stately,  With carvings made fair, Each rising sedately  On terraces rare, And the gardens were fragrant and bright with strange miracles blossoming there.
The avenues lur'd me  With vistas sublime; Tall arches assur'd me  That once on a time I had wander'd in rapture beneath them, and bask'd in the Halcyon clime.
On the plazas were standing  A sculptur'd array; Long bearded, commanding,  Grave men in their day-- But one stood dismantled and broken, its bearded face battered away.
In that city effulgent  No mortal I saw, But my fancy, indulgent  To memory's law, Linger'd long on the forms in the plazas, and eyed their stone features with awe.
I fann'd the faint ember  That glow'd in my mind, And strove to remember  The aeons behind; To rove thro' infinity freely, and visit the past unconfin'd.
Then the horrible warning  Upon my soul sped Like the ominous morning  That rises in red, And in panic I flew from the knowledge of terrors forgotten and dead.
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# The City of Dreadful Night and other poems/Art

ART.
1865.
I.
In all these silken lines? And where and to whom will it go at last? Such subtle knots and twines!
I am tying up all my love in this, With all its hopes and fears, With all its anguish and all its bliss, And its hours as heavy as years.
I am going to send it afar, afar, To I know not where above; To that sphere beyond the highest star Where dwells the soul of my Love.
But in vain, in vain, would I make it fast With countless subtle twines; For ever its fire breaks out at last, And shrivels all the lines.
II.
That can fly over land and sea; And a message for your Love, "Lady, I love but thee!"
And this dove will never stir But straight from her to you, And straight from you to her; As you know and she knows too.
Will you first ensure, O sage, Your dove that never tires With your message in a cage, Though a cage of golden wires?
Or will you fling your dove: "Fly, darling, without rest, Over land and sea to my Love, And fold your wings in her breast"?
III.
Lips only sing when they cannot kiss.
Did he ever suspire a tender lay While her presence took his breath away?
Had his fingers been able to toy with her hair Would they then have written the verses fair?
Had she let his arm steal round her waist Would the lovely portrait yet be traced?
Since he could not embrace it flushed and warm He has carved in stone the perfect form.
Who gives the fine report of the feast? He who got none and enjoyed it least.
Were the wine really slipping down his throat Would his song of the wine advance a note?
Will you puff out the music that sways the whirl, Or dance and make love with a pretty girl?
Who shall the great battle-story write? Not the hero down in the thick of the fight.
Statues and pictures and verse may be grand, But they are not the Life for which they stand.
# The Devil's Dictionary/V

VALOR, n. A soldierly compound of vanity, duty and the gambler's hope.
    "Why have you halted?" roared the commander of a division and Chickamauga, who had ordered a charge; "move forward, sir, at once."
    "General," said the commander of the delinquent brigade, "I am persuaded that any further display of valor by my troops will bring them into collision with the enemy."
VANITY, n. The tribute of a fool to the worth of the nearest ass.
    They say that hens do cackle loudest when
       There's nothing vital in the eggs they've laid;
       And there are hens, professing to have made
    A study of mankind, who say that men
    Whose business 'tis to drive the tongue or pen
       Make the most clamorous fanfaronade
       O'er their most worthless work; and I'm afraid
    They're not entirely different from the hen.
    Lo! the drum-major in his coat of gold,
       His blazing breeches and high-towering cap --
    Imperiously pompous, grandly bold,
       Grim, resolute, an awe-inspiring chap!
    Who'd think this gorgeous creature's only virtue
    Is that in battle he will never hurt you?
Hannibal Hunsiker
VIRTUES, n.pl. Certain abstentions.
VITUPERATION, n. Saite, as understood by dunces and all such as suffer from an impediment in their wit.
VOTE, n. The instrument and symbol of a freeman's power to make a fool of himself and a wreck of his country.

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# The Devil's Dictionary/Y

YANKEE, n. In Europe, an American. In the Northern States of our Union, a New Englander. In the Southern States the word is unknown. (See DAMNYANK.)
YEAR, n. A period of three hundred and sixty-five disappointments.
YESTERDAY, n. The infancy of youth, the youth of manhood, the entire past of age.
    But yesterday I should have thought me blest
       To stand high-pinnacled upon the peak
       Of middle life and look adown the bleak
    And unfamiliar foreslope to the West,
    Where solemn shadows all the land invest
       And stilly voices, half-remembered, speak
       Unfinished prophecy, and witch-fires freak
    The haunted twilight of the Dark of Rest.
    Yea, yesterday my soul was all aflame
       To stay the shadow on the dial's face
    At manhood's noonmark! Now, in God His name
       I chide aloud the little interspace
    Disparting me from Certitude, and fain
    Would know the dream and vision ne'er again.
Baruch Arnegriff
It is said that in his last illness the poet Arnegriff was attended at different times by seven doctors.
YOKE, n. An implement, madam, to whose Latin name, _jugum_, we owe one of the most illuminating words in our language -- a word that defines the matrimonial situation with precision, point and poignancy. A thousand apologies for withholding it.
YOUTH, n. The Period of Possibility, when Archimedes finds a fulcrum, Cassandra has a following and seven cities compete for the honor of endowing a living Homer.
    Youth is the true Saturnian Reign, the Golden Age on earth again, when figs are grown on thistles, and pigs betailed with whistles and, wearing silken bristles, live ever in clover, and cows fly over, delivering milk at every door, and Justice never is heard to snore, and every assassin is made a ghost and, howling, is cast into Baltimost!
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# The Devil's Dictionary/X

X in our alphabet being a needless letter has an added invincibility to the attacks of the spelling reformers, and like them, will doubtless last as long as the language. X is the sacred symbol of ten dollars, and in such words as Xmas, Xn, etc., stands for Christ, not, as is popular supposed, because it represents a cross, but because the corresponding letter in the Greek alphabet is the initial of his name -- _Xristos_. If it represented a cross it would stand for St. Andrew, who "testified" upon one of that shape. In the algebra of psychology x stands for Woman's mind. Words beginning with X are Grecian and will not be defined in this standard English dictionary.

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# The Devil's Dictionary/Q

QUEEN, n. A woman by whom the realm is ruled when there is a king, and through whom it is ruled when there is not.
QUILL, n. An implement of torture yielded by a goose and commonly wielded by an ass. This use of the quill is now obsolete, but its modern equivalent, the steel pen, is wielded by the same everlasting Presence.
QUIVER, n. A portable sheath in which the ancient statesman and the aboriginal lawyer carried their lighter arguments.
    He extracted from his quiver,
       Did the controversial Roman,
    An argument well fitted
    To the question as submitted,
    Then addressed it to the liver,
       Of the unpersuaded foeman.
Oglum P. Boomp
QUIXOTIC, adj. Absurdly chivalric, like Don Quixote. An insight into the beauty and excellence of this incomparable adjective is unhappily denied to him who has the misfortune to know that the gentleman's name is pronounced Ke-ho-tay.
    When ignorance from out of our lives can banish
    Philology, 'tis folly to know Spanish.
Juan Smith
QUORUM, n. A sufficient number of members of a deliberative body to have their own way and their own way of having it. In the United States Senate a quorum consists of the chairman of the Committee on Finance and a messenger from the White House; in the House of Representatives, of the Speaker and the devil.
QUOTATION, n. The act of repeating erroneously the words of another. The words erroneously repeated.
    Intent on making his quotation truer,
    He sought the page infallible of Brewer,
    Then made a solemn vow that we would be
    Condemned eternally. Ah, me, ah, me!
Stumpo Gaker
QUOTIENT, n. A number showing how many times a sum of money belonging to one person is contained in the pocket of another -- usually about as many times as it can be got there.

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# The Decameron (Rigg)/Novel 1, 9

DAY FIRST-NOVEL IX
The censure of a Gascon lady converts the King of Cyprus from a churlish to an honourable temper. --
Except Elisa none now remained to answer the call of the queen, and she without waiting for it, with gladsome alacrity thus began:--
Bethink you, damsels, how often it has happened that men who have been obdurate to censures and chastisements have been reclaimed by some unpremeditated casual word. This is plainly manifest by the story told by Lauretta; and by mine, which will be of the briefest, I mean further to illustrate it; seeing that, good stories, being always pleasurable, are worth listening to with attention, no matter by whom they may be told.
'Twas, then, in the time of the first king of Cyprus, after the conquest made of the Holy Land by Godfrey de Bouillon, that a lady of Gascony made a pilgrimage to the Holy Sepulchre, and on her way home, having landed at Cyprus, met with brutal outrage at the hands of certain ruffians. Broken-hearted and disconsolate she determined to make her complaint to the king; but she was told that it would be all in vain, because so spiritless and faineant was he that he not only neglected to avenge affronts put upon others, but endured with a reprehensible tameness those which were offered to himself, insomuch that whoso had any ill-humour to vent, took occasion to vex or mortify him. The lady, hearing this report, despaired of redress, and by way of alleviation of her grief determined to make the king sensible of his baseness. So in tears she presented herself before him and said:--"Sire, it is not to seek redress of the wrong done me that I come here before you: but only that, so please you, I may learn of you how it is that you suffer patiently the wrongs which, as I understand, are done you; that thus schooled by you in patience I may endure my own, which, God knows, I would gladly, were it possible, transfer to you, seeing that you are so well fitted to bear them." These words aroused the hitherto sluggish and apathetic king as it were from sleep. He redressed the lady's wrong, and having thus made a beginning, thenceforth meted out the most rigorous justice to all that in any wise offended against the majesty of his crown.
# The Death of Wolfe (n.d.)/The Death of Wolfe

THE DEATH OF WOLFE.
# The Death of Wolfe (n.d.)/The Woodland Maid

THE WOODLAND MAID.
FINIS.
# The Death of an Angel

English-language translations of Der Tod eines Engels include:
* "The Death of an Angel", translated by Richard Holcraft (1829)
* "The Death of an Angel", translated anonymously (1847) (external scan)
* "The Death of an Angel", translated by Juliette Bauer (1864)
# The Death of the Lion

* "The Death of the Lion" in The Yellow Book, 1 (1894), pp. 1–52
    — First publication in any form
* "The Death of the Lion" in Terminations (London: William Heinemann, 1895): 3–64.
    — English issue of the first book edition
* "The Death of the Lion" in Terminations (New York: Harper and Brothers, 1895): 1–58.
    — American issue of the first book edition.
* "The Death of the Lion" in The Novels and Tales of Henry James 15: 99–154.
    — The "New York Edition"; revised for publication by James; this is the last revised version published in James' lifetime.
* The Death of the Lion (London: Martin Secker, 1915)
    — Part of "The Uniform Tales of Henry James"; uses the New York Edition text.
* "The Death of the Lion" in The Lesson of the Master, The Death of the Lion, The Next Time, and Other Tales (London: Macmillan & Co., 1922): 87–137.
    — Volume 20 of The Novels and Stories of Henry James, the first posthumous collection of James' works; uses the "New York Edition" text.
# The Death of the Old Year (Tennyson)

* "The Death of the Old Year", in Poems (1833)
* "The Death of the Old Year", in Poems (1843)
* "The Death of the Old Year", in Poems That Every Child Should Know (1904), edited by Mary Elizabeth Burt
# The Death of Wolfe (n.d.)/The Girl of My Heart

THE GIRL OF MY HEART.
# The Death of the Old Year

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* The Death of the Old Year, a poem by Alfred Tennyson
* Death of the Old Year, a poem by Marie Joussaye
# The Death of the Flowers

—————— THE DEATH OF THE FLOWERS.
".... the fair young flowers, that lately sprang and stood In brighter light and softer airs, a beauteous sisterhood?"
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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# The Death of the Little Hen

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English-language translations of Von dem Tode des Hühnchens include:
* "The Adventures of Chanticleer and Partlet", part 3 (1823), translated by Edgar Taylor and David Jardine, in German Popular Stories
* "The Death of the Hen" Lucy Crane [tr.] and Walter Crane [ill.] Household stories from the collection of the Bros Grimm (1882).
* "The Death of the Little Hen", Grimm's Household Tales, tr. Margaret Hunt, 1884
* "The Adventures of Chanticleer and Partlet", translated by Alice Lucas, illustrated by Arthur Rackham, in The Fairy Tales of the Brothers Grimm (1909)
# The Dictionary of Australasian Biography/Macalister, Hon. Arthur

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​Macalister, Hon. Arthur, C.M.G., sometime Premier of Queensland, was born in Glasgow, where he studied for the legal profession. He emigrated to New South Wales and settled in the Moreton Bay district of that colony (now Queensland) in 1850. He represented Ipswich in the New South Wales Parliament until severance, of which he was one of the most active promoters, took place, when he refused a seat in the Queensland Legislative Council and was returned to the Legislative Assembly for his old constituency of Ipswich. When Mr. (now Sir) Robert Herbert formed the first responsible ministry, Mr. Macalister was included in it as Secretary for Lands and Works, and held office from March 1862 to Feb. 1866, when Mr. Herbert retired, and he himself became Premier. In the following July, however, he resigned, owing to the refusal of the Governor to assent to his method of overcoming the financial crisis by making notes legal tender. Mr. Herbert again took the helm, but retired in eighteen days, when Mr. Macalister resumed office as Premier and Colonial Secretary. Having been again relegated to private life in August 1867, Mr. Macalister acted as Chairman of Committees of the Legislative Assembly during the greater part of 1868. In November of the same year he joined the Lilley Government as Secretary for Lands and Secretary for Public Works. In Jan. 1869 he resigned the former post, but continued to administer the Public Works Department till the fall of the Ministry in May 1870. From Nov. 1870 to June 1871 Mr. Macalister was Speaker of the Legislative Assembly, but lost his seat at the general election which followed. In 1873 he was re-elected for Ipswich and again became Premier, with the Portfolio of Colonial Secretary in Jan. 1874. In this ministry, both Sir Thomas McIlwraith and Sir Samuel Griffith were included. In June 1876, in which year he was created C.M.G., Mr. Macalister resigned to take up the position of Agent-General in London, which post he held till his death, in 1882.
# The Dictionary of Australasian Biography/Macandrew, James

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​Macandrew, James, M.H.R., was born ​in Aberdeen, Scotland, in 1820, and whilst still a youth went to London, where he engaged in business. He took great interest in the scheme for the settlement of Otago, N.Z., by the Free Church of Scotland. Eventually he decided to cast in his lot with the settlement; and, having purchased an iron schooner, he and his family set sail in 1850 for his new colonial home. He very soon commenced to take an active part in public affairs, and his enterprise in starting new industries of various kinds led to the establishment of shipbuilding. Mr. Macandrew introduced the first merchant steamer, and was one of the members of the first Otago Provincial Council and of the first House of Representatives, being elected to the former for the Dunedin country district in Sept 1853, and being continuously a member of the latter body for Dunedin City and Port Chalmers down to his death in 1887. In 1860 he became Superintendent of the Province of Otago, and served four terms, holding office until the provinces were abolished in spite of strenuous opposition in 1876. In the first General Assembly Mr. Macandrew, in 1854, was one of the members of the Executive Council appointed by Acting Governor Wynyard without portfolio; out it was not Until 1877 that he held office again, when (in October) he became Minister of Lands in Sir George Grey's Cabinet, a portfolio which he subsequently exchanged for the Ministry of Public Works. The Grey Government went out of office in Oct. 1879. Mr. Macandrew was the founder of the Otago University, and the originator of the Panama and Californian mail services, and, indeed, of steam communication by sea in New Zealand. In 1884 he ventilated a plan for settling the Highland crofters on the lands of the colony. Mr. Macandrew was the Father of the House of Representatives at the time of his death, which took place on Feb. 24th, 1887, as the result of a carriage accident, when a fund was raised for his family, and several public memorials were organised to perpetuate his memory.
# The Dictionary of Australasian Biography/Macarthur, David Charteris

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​Macarthur, David Charteris, sometime Superintendent, Bank of Australasia, went to Sydney, N.S.W., in 1835 as one of the first batch of clerks sent out to start the Bank of Australasia in that city. In 1837, after the settlement at Port Phillip had been definitely organised, Mr. Macarthur was sent there to open a branch of the Bank of Australasia in Melbourne, and did so towards the end of the year in a small two-roomed house in what is now Little Collins Street. In 1854 Mr. Macarthur was one of a small committee appointed by the Governor of Victoria, Sir Charles Hotham, to inquire into the state of the finances, and concurred in the report which recommended the abolition of the imprest system. Down to 1878 Mr. Macarthur was Superintendent of the Bank of Australasia, and on his retirement was made managing director in Australia. He died on Nov. 15th, 1887.