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# The Soul Of A Century/My changeless fate

MY CHANGELESS FATE
My Fate will never change for me But one day to arise and fall And ’ere Death plays her melody Only these words will I recall; “My Fate will never change for me.”
I would drink wine, but I swallow dust, I would cheer others, but grieve alone. I long for strength and fancy’s thrust But only grievous words intone. I would drink wine, but swallow dust.
My dreams of happiness are brief, Across my life, deep shadows plod. I feel the weight of all my grief, I am fashioned of a luckless clod. My dreams of happiness are brief.
What can I do! Be still and bear? Someday perhaps, my sun will rise. I wish my soul, like a bird could flare And fly from out its narrow ties. What can I do! Be still and bear?
No one will I stop to upbraid, To reproach him for his sham and pain, Of storms and thunder unafraid Like a nightingale I will sing my strain. No one will I stop to upbraid.
My Fate will never change for me, Perhaps this is my end, at length, To die in my dreams’ rhapsody, To hold you back, I lack the strength. My Fate will never change for me.
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# The Tyger (1st draft)

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From Notebook, p. 109-108, reversed. First draft of The Tyger in Songs of Experience
The Tyger
1 Tyger Tyger, burning bright  In the forests of the night;  What immortal hand or eye.  [Could del.] [Dare del.] frame thy fearful symmetry?
2 [In what del.] [Burnt in del.] distant deeps or skies.  [Burnt the del.] [The cruel del.] fire of thine eyes?  On what wings dare he aspire?  What the hand, dare sieze the fire?
3 And what shoulder & what art  Could twist the sinews of thy heart?  And when thy heart began to beat  What dread hand & what dread feet
 [Could fetch it from the furnace deep  And in [the altered to] thy horrid ribs dare steep  In the well of sanguine woe?  In what clay & in what mould  Were thy eyes of fury roll'd? del.]   4 [What del.] Where the hammer? [What del.] Where the chain?  In what furnace was thy brain?  What the anvil? what [the arm del.] [arm del.] [grasp del.] [clasp del.] dread grasp.  [Could del.] Dare its deadly terrors [clasp del.] [grasp del.] clasp?
 Tyger Tyger burning bright.  In the forests of the night:  What immortal hand [or del.] & eye.  Dare [form del.] frame thy fearful symmetry?
5 3 And [did he laugh del.] dare he [smile del.] [laugh del.] his work to see?  [What the (shoulder del.) ankle? What the knee? del.]  4 [Did del.] Dare he who made the lamb make thee?
 1 When the stars threw down their spears  2 And water'd heaven with their tears
# The Tyger (2nd draft)

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From Notebook, p. 108, reversed. Second draft of The Tyger in Songs of Experience

#### 1st reading:

[The Tyger]
Tyger, Tyger, burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand [or del.] & eye. Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
Burnt in distant deeps or skies. The cruel fire of thine eyes? Could heart descend or wings aspire? What the hand, dare sieze the fire?
And what shoulder & what art Could twist the sinews of thy heart? And when thy heart began to beat What dread hand? & what dread feet?
When the stars threw down their spears, And water'd heaven with their tears, Did he smile his work to see? Did he who made the lamb make thee?
Tyger, Tyger, burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand & eye. Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
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#### 2nd reading:

[THE TYGER]
Tyger Tyger burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand [or] & eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry
Burnt in distant deeps or skies The cruel fire of thine eyes Could heart descend or wings aspire What the hand dare sieze the fire
And what shoulder & what art Could twist the sinews of thy heart And when thy heart began to beat What dread hand & what dread feet
When the stars threw down their spears And waterd heaven with their tears Did he smile his work to see Did he who made the lamb make thee
Tyger Tyger burning bright In the forests of the night What immortal hand & eye Dare frame thy fearful symmetry
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## Wikisource notes

* ↑ "Blake Complete Writings", ed. Geoffrey Keynes, pub. OUP 1966/85, p. 173.
* ↑ The title is added to the 1st draft only.
* ↑ William Blake The Complete Poems", ed. Alicia Ostriker, Penguin Books 1977, p. 146-147.
* ↑ The title is added to the 1st draft only.
# The Tyranny of Shams

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THE
TYRANNY OF SHAMS
by
JOSEPH McCABE
author of "a candid history of the Jesuits" "the iron cardinal" etc.
NEW YORK.
DODD, MEAD & COMPANY
1916
Printed in Great Britain
CONTENTS
| chap. | | page |
| I. | The Philosophy of Revolt | 1 |
| II. | The Military Sham | 22 |
| III. | The Follies of Sham Patriotism | 50 |
| IV. | Political Shams | 76 |
| V. | The Distribution of Wealth | 109 |
| VI. | Idols of the Home | 148 |
| VII. | The Future of Woman | 179 |
| VIII. | Shams of the School | 205 |
| IX. | The Education of the Adult | 233 |
| X. | The Clerical Sham | 259 |
| | Index | 294 |
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# The Tyger

Original text from an illuminated manuscript by William Blake, Printed and published by Blake in Songs of Experience (later in Songs of Innocence and Experience), it is perhaps the most anthologised poem in the English language.
    The Tyger (1st draft) from the Notebook after "Blake Complete Writings", ed. Geoffrey Keynes, pub. OUP 1966/85, p. 172
    The Tyger (2nd draft) from the Notebook after "Blake Complete Writings", ed. Geoffrey Keynes, pub. OUP 1966/85, p. 172

## Original editions

    'The Tyger', with unpublished transcription of an original copy (1794)
    'The Tyger', monochrome plate in Ellis, E. Facsimile of the original outlines before colouring of the Songs of Innocence and of Experience. 1893
    'The Tyger' reproduction in Garnett, R. William Blake, painter and poet. 1895
    'The Tyger' reproduction in Chesterton, G. K. William Blake. 1910

## Typeset editions

    'The Tiger' in Malkin's A Father's memoirs of his child 1805
    'The Tiger' in Gilchrist's Life of Blake, vol. 2 1863
    'The Tiger' in Gilchrist's Life of Blake, vol. 2 1880. edited by D G Rossetti
    'The Tiger and The Tiger (second version)' in The poetical works of William Blake (Aldine edition, 1890), edited by D G Rosetti, W M Rossetti
    'The Tyger' in The poetical works of William Blake; a new and verbatim text from the manuscript engraved and letterpress originals; With variorum readings and bibliographical notes and prefaces , 1905. J Sampson.
    'The Tiger' F Tatham, MS. (Life of Blake) in A. G. B. Russell, ed., The letters of William Blake; together with a life by Frederick Tatham, 1906. New York: Scribner's sons. p. 42

## Translated

    'Der Tiger', (Vaterländisches Museum, 1811.)
       reprint in The Library, 1914. "An Early Appreciation of William Blake"
       reprint 1905 (Sampson edition)
    '猛虎与蔷薇'，徐志摩(1897－1931)譯, 新世界出版社 (2015) Translated by Xu Zhimo (1897－1931), New World Press, Beijing (2014)

## Recitation

    "The Tyger"▶️ (Internet Archive)
# The Wonderful Garden

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Another edition—stitched together from the instalments in The Strand Magazine where the story was first serialised, is available at [mobileread]. With many more of Millar's illustrations. Also, an audiobook is available at [Librivox]
THE
WONDERFUL GARDEN
OR
THE THREE C.'S
BY
E. NESBIT
AUTHOR OF
'THE WOULD-BE-GOODS,' 'THE AMULET,' ETC ETC
WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY H. R. MILLAR
MACMILLAN AND CO., LIMITED
ST MARTIN'S STREET, LONDON
1911
And through it, in trailing velvet, came a lady—P. 392
TO
CECILY KATHLEEN
AND
MAVIS CARTER
WITH LOVE FROM
E. NESBIT
Crowlink Sussex
1911

### CONTENTS

CHAPTER
* The Beginning
* The Manor House
* The Wonderful Garden
* In Thessalonians
* The Midnight Adventure
* Hunted
* Being Detective
* The Heroine
* The Morning After
* Brewing the Spell
* The Rosicurians
* The Other Book
* The Rosy Cure
* The Mineral Woman
* Justice
* The Appeal to Cæsar
* The Le-o-pard
* The Leopard's-Bane
* F. or H.D.
* The Waxen Man
* The Atonement of Rupert
* The Portrait
* The End
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# The Wonderful Fairies of the Sun/The Wedding of "The Man in the Moon"

THE WEDDING OF “THE MAN IN THE MOON.”
THERE’S a very common notion, which was long ago begun, That a man lives in the Moon, and lives alone; That he lights the Moon each night with matches borrowed from the Sun. These are notions, but the facts will now be shown. Some traditions make him aged; from the Earth he seems to smile; Yet some say that he is weeping all the time: But although he’s full each month, he leads a steady, sober life, For he was married when he reached that lonely clime.
He was always rather partial to the little school-girl stars, In his early youthful days with Mother Earth, And would wink and smile bewitchingly each morning when they passed; And when school was out at night, he joined their mirth. There was one among their number, though, that seemed to win his heart, So beautiful, so lovely, pure, and bright, That he named her “Pretty Venus;” paid attentions thick and fast, And he popped the question one bright August night.
“He was always rather partial to the little school-girl Stars.”
​When the wedding night was settled, and arrangements were complete, Every star and planet got a card to go. And they every one accepted, all except, of course, the Sun, For he never stays out late at night you know. Father Jupiter accepted; Saturn said he’d bring the ring; Fierce old Mars would be policeman at the door; Mercury would be the usher; so the groom was wild with joy, And got fuller than he ever did before.
On that night, each star and planet donned their very best attire, Their bright eyes twinkling in their boundless glee. ’Twas a night when all were merry, from the old down to the young, And they all joined in to have a grand old spree. As the hour was approaching, crowds of guests came pouring in;— Some were hours ahead of time and had to wait; While a member who had stopped to prink, or waited for a friend, Came on comets, or they’d got there much too late.
“Fierce old Mars would be policeman at the door.”
​They were married: and the bridegroom took his lovely blushing bride, And a loving kiss imprinted on her lips; And whene’er they do it now, as every little while they do, Here on earth we call the action an “eclipse;” Then the banquet lamps were lighted and the Heavens were ablaze, While a marvellous feast was tendered to the crowds; For a chair each used a moon-beam, and they made a wondrous sight Round the table, which was laid upon the clouds.
When the wedding feast was done, congratulations came in stacks; While the wind played glorious music for the dance; Brother Thunder did the prompting in the lancers and quadrilles, And the Lightning lit the hall up like a trance. ’Twas a long time after midnight when the merry-making ceased, And the guests each took a small prismatic spray Of Aurora Borealis, as a present from the groom, To light their passage down the “Milky Way.”
# The Wonderful Fairies of the Sun/The Wonderful Fairies of the Sun

THE
WONDERFUL FAIRIES OF THE SUN.
AGES ago, when the World was new, Dame Nature discovered, one day, That she couldn’t take care of it all alone, And sent out her heralds to say That some one was needed to help with the work, Some Goblins, Gnomes, Spirits, or Elves; And the very next day, at her office door, The Fairies presented themselves.
They said they were workmen of every trade; And they knew, if she’d let them but try, That they could become quite a help to her On the Earth, or around in the Sky. They were willing to work, though most Fairies are not (Preferring to dance, play, and sing),— So she hired the Band; then they all cast a vote And elected the Sun for their King.
​The King then explained what there was to do: One tribe must attend to the Snow; Another must govern the Clouds, Winds, and Rain; And some one must stay down below, Bring dreams to the children, help Santa Claus work, Take care of the World in the night, Sprinkle frost on the ground, teach the birds how to sing,— In fact, keep the Earth clean and bright.
The Fairies all listened with joy unconfined, Well pleased to get something to do; Then each of the tribes chose a branch of the work, And promised to carry it through. Two superintendents, called Daytime and Night, Were appointed to show them the way; And one or the other is always around Wherever Dame Nature holds sway;
Then off they all scattered, each tribe to their work; And even to-day we can see How well these wee Fairies have kept to their word; What helpers we’ve found them to be: If it wasn’t for Fairies the World would be dark, And people unhappy and sad; But they light up the World with their beautiful works, And keep us all merry and glad.
# The Way of the Cross (Doroshevich)/X

X
ALONG THE OLD ROAD
AT Dovsk a block took place.
Around the statue of Alexander II. was an immense collection of fugitives' carts.
Two thirds were moving to the south towards Kief.
One third was going toward Roslavl.
They are building barracks in Dovsk.
Only on the eighteenth of October are they beginning to build barracks.
During the week, since I passed last along this road, all has changed.
In the south it is still warm, but here it is cold.
The morning frosts have changed everything.
​The forests have become clear, and it has become light in them.
The birch trees stand like dark skeletons.
The ground under them is a golden carpet of leaves.
There is work going on on the road.
People are working and Nature is working.
Near Cherikof they are building barracks.
On the nineteenth of October they are building barracks.
At twenty-five versts from Cherikof they are building barracks.
At the first post station after Roslavl.
At the post station of Sophiskaya they are building barracks.
In the province of Kaluga they are building barracks.
It is the twentieth of October, and all the same they are only building barracks!
​Formerly, all the way from Roslavl to Moscow there were not crosses along the road.
Now they glimmer, they stretch on.
They have stretched to the twenty-eighth verst.
New ones, only just planed.
They have grown up here in one week.
Whilst they were building barracks.
# The Way of the Cross (Doroshevich)/VII

VII
AT THE CROSS-ROADS
DOVSK is a large village. Here the high-road divides into two, one branch goes to Kief, the other to Moscow.
Here the river of fugitives flows off in two directions.
One takes the direct way to Roslavl, the other turns to the right for Kief.
Which means that after Dovsk the fugitives will be even thicker on the road.
Dovsk is a memorial to the Emperor Alexander II., with a great white wall around it, and around the wall is a camp of peasant carts.
At a turn on the Kief road a great new ​cemetery of new white crosses lies concealed.
Dovsk will long live in the memory of the fugitives.
Such a cemetery we have not yet met upon the road.
—But what's that! say the fugitives,—now near Baranovitchi there is a cemetery, at Novi Puti, on the road to Slutsk.
At Baranovitchi perished the weakest.
Every one remembers Baranovitchi with terror.
When we passed Baranovitchi it was still hot.
There was a terrible thirst.
The water of the wells had been scooped even to the bottom.
They let down boys with the buckets, and the boys got the last of the dirty water and were hoisted up.
The fugitives ate nothing but potatoes and cucumbers.
​—We dug up the potatoes whilst they were green.
The potatoes were not boiled, but were made hot in dirty water in pots put at the edge of bonfires.
They ate half-raw potatoes and cucumbers.
—To-day he ate, to-morrow he was gone!
The fugitives are always saying this:
—That's why I'm safe and sound today. I ate no potatoes.
—I was hungry, but I did not eat.
—All those who ate, died.
—I, pan, ran after the children all the time and didn't let them out of my sight. Just so as they shouldn't take anything to eat from neighbours.
Is it possible to die here? There they died,—say the strongest, those who have gone through it all.
​We pass through Rogachef, a little town overwhelmed with fugitives, with the dust, and with the smell of the bonfires burning in the camps around.
Rogachef is like a little white building, like a prison built on the high and beautiful bank of the Dnieper.
All the meadow-land beneath is alight with bonfires, bonfires, bonfires, and flocking with fugitives.
Here also is an exit for the great river.
The railway,—and a portion of the people find a place here:
Na mashinu, on the train.
That means that ahead, the river is even thicker.
—The fugitives eat us up, says Rogachef, trembling.
In this town also you can buy nothing.
There's no small change.
In the chemist's shop where I go to buy ​benzine, the public is given "kvitki, money-tickets."
—Ninety copecks change. There are the tickets. Sit down and wait a little whilst we deal with other customers.
—The fugitives will eat us up, wails Rogachef, as the other towns and villages wail also.
# The Way of the Cross (Doroshevich)/VIII

VIII
BOBRUISK
AND behold, we are in the province of Minsk.
Look, over there is where it began.
We go along the high-road at a footpace, as if in a town amid heavy traffic.
They are driving cattle along the road.
They drive the cattle here also, and sell them at the "points" to make soup for refugees.
The hungry cows blunder among the carts, and put up their forefeet on to the backs of them in order to pull out hay.
Cattle, relief cars, stray horses wandering about by themselves, peasant ​women, road menders, police, soldiers,—all in one great mass.
And dust, dust like a wall.
Dust in which nothing is seen.
In which you travel as in smoke, as in a dense fog.
And when we drove out at last on the shore of the River Berezina, tortured, overwhelmed by all that we had seen, suffocating with dust, from the heat of the road,—I for the first time since Rogachef, took a full breath.
And down below, on the lower shore, look where you would, there burned in the setting twilight and kindled redder and more red—bonfires.
And a multitude of carts over the extent of which you could not throw the eyes.
Bobruisk—that is the first stopping-place where the oncoming crowds of people stumble under the burden of the Cross.
​Here for the first time on the road, the first of the exhausted:
—Deprive themselves of the last thing.
Cease to be "muzhiks."
Give up their horses.
And take their seats:
—Na mashinu, on the train.
They carry them away.
And in their place come on like a continuous wall, newer and ever newer hordes.
And overwhelmed Bobruisk trembles in terror.
—They suffocate us.
—What will happen to us?
Whatever will become of these people?
# The Way of the Cross (Doroshevich)/XII

XII
HOW THE RIVER FLOWS
IN the overwhelmed, over frightened, trembling little towns and villages—they will tell you:
—There is no order whatever! No system, no plan.
That is not so.
That is how it seems in an immense war.
At each separate point it is difficult to catch the general plan.
And only if you make the whole journey of "The Way of the Cross" will you see that here is both plan and system.
Even an iron system.
The general principle is that:
—The railways being so overburdened, ​the fugitives be forced to go as far as they can with their own horses.
And along the road, to lead offf the stream in various directions and to diminish it.
To Bobruisk they all go in carts.
At Bobruisk there is the first diversion.
A portion of the fugitives is sent off by rail.
The stream is diminished.
At Rogachef another railroad crosses the way, and at Rogachef there is another diversion.
Another portion of the fugitives is given places.
—Na mashinu. On the train.
At Dovsk the direction of the stream is regulated.
It is let loose upon Roslavl.
Roslavl being choked, a dam is formed there and from Dovsk the main stream ​is set going towards Gomel, Cherneegof, and Kief.
At Roslavl the greatest diversion takes place.
Here the majority sell their horses, and the railway takes them off by a round-about route to the eastern provinces of Russia, avoiding Moscow.
Those who can still go on with their horses beyond Roslavl turn into the province of Kaluga.
Where they wander and are absorbed.
The province of Moscow receives only the tiniest streams, the little drops of this mighty:
—Bitter river.
# The Way of the Mississippi

Extracted from the Argosy All-Story Weekly Oct 28, 1922, pp. 659–695: A novelette
By RAYMOND S. SPEARS Author of "Waltzing Coyotes," etc.
A NOVELETTE—COMPLETE IN THIS ISSUE
* Toskin Buys a Pretty Shanty Boat
* Just Naturally Sentimental
* An Artist Practices
* When a Man has Done Something
* A Favor to a River Pirate
* Dangling River Temptations
* The River Does to Men
* They Walk in River Night
* The Craven Lurks
* An Old Man's Kiss
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# The Tale of Beowulf/Chapter 26

XXVI. MORE CONVERSE OF HROTHGAR AND BEOWULF: THE GEATS MAKE THEM READY FOR DEPARTURE.
# The Tale of Beowulf/Chapter 28

XXVIII. BEOWULF COMES BACK TO HIS LAND. OF THE TALE OF THRYTHO.
# The Tale of Beowulf/Chapter 31

XXXI. BEOWULF GIVES HROTHGAR'S GIFTS TO HYGELAC, AND BY HIM IS REWARDED. OF THE DEATH OF HYGELAC AND OF HEARDRED HIS SON, AND HOW BEOWULF IS KING OF THE GEATS: THE WORM IS FIRST TOLD OF.
# The Tale of Beowulf/Chapter 32

XXXII. HOW THE WORM CAME TO THE HOWE, AND HOW HE WAS ROBBED OF A CUP; AND HOW HE FELL ON THE FOLK.
# The Tale of Beowulf/Chapter 27

XXVII. BEOWULF BIDS HROTHGAR FAREWELL: THE GEATS FARE TO SHIP.
# The Tale of Beowulf/Chapter 33

XXXIII. THE WORM BURNS BEOWULF'S HOUSE, AND BEOWULF GETS READY TO GO AGAINST HIM. BEOWULF'S EARLY DEEDS IN BATTLE WITH THE HETWARE TOLD OF.
# The Tale of Beowulf/Chapter 29

XXIX. BEOWULF TELLS HYGELAC OF HROTHGAR: ALSO OF FREAWARU HIS DAUGHTER.
# The Tale of Beowulf/Chapter 3

III. HOW GRENDEL FELL UPON HART AND WASTED IT.
# The Tale of Beowulf/Chapter 30

XXX. BEOWULF FOREBODES ILL FROM THE WEDDING OF FREAWARU: HE TELLS OF GRENDEL AND HIS DAM.
# The Tale of Beowulf/Chapter 34

XXXIV. BEOWULF GOES AGAINST THE WORM. HE TELLS OF HEREBEALD AND HÆTHCYN.