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# The Unconquered Air, and Other Poems (1912)/The "Titanic"—Aftermath

This poem was not included in Mrs. Coates' collected Poems (1916, in 2 vols.).
THE "TITANIC"—AFTERMATH
O Nature! overmastered by thy power, Man is a hero still And knighthood is in flower! All save his tameless will Thou can'st subdue by thine appalling might; But failest utterly to quench his spirit's light.
Yea, though he seem, in conflict with thy strength, A pygmy of the dust, Heroic man, at length Greater than thou, through trust, Sovereign through something thou can'st not enslave, Finds once again, in death, the life he scorned to save!
# The Unconquered Air, and Other Poems (1912)/The Lost Gioconda

This poem was not included in Mrs. Coates' collected Poems (1916, in 2 vols.).
THE LOST GIOCONDA
The world is poorer, Italy's fair child, Lacking the face That for so long its heart beguiled; Nor hopeth to replace With all its riches multiplied, Thee, eloquent, alone, art-glorified!
But somewhere, Mona Lisa! quietly, With folded hands, And in thine eye's soft mockery The look that understands, Thou wearest, lost to us the while, Thine own inscrutable, unaging smile!
# The Stolen Story and Other Newspaper Stories

New York: Charles Scribner's Sons, 1899
THE STOLEN STORY
And found himself face to face with the whole staff.
by
Jesse Lynch Williams
Author of "Princeton Stories"
New York
Charles Scribner's Sons
Copyright, 1899, by
Charles Scribner's Sons
TROW DIRECTORY
PRINTING AND BOOKBINDING COMPANY
NEW YORK
TO
A. L. W.
CONTENTS
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# The Stolen Farthings

English-language translations of Der gestohlene Heller include:
* "The Stolen Pennies", translated by William John Thoms, in Lays and Legends of Germany (1834) (transcription project)
* "The Stolen Farthings", translated by Margaret Raine Hunt, in Grimm's Household Tales, Volume 2 (1884)
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# The Way of Martha and the Way of Mary/Part 1

* To Russia
* Modern Russia and Holy Russia
* Pereplotchikof again
* At the Theatre
* The Movements of the Peoples
* Let us go into the Tavern
* In the Church
* In the Market-Place
* The Russian Idea
* The Labyrinth
# The Valley of Fear/Part 2

Part II
THE SCOWRERS
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 19/From Jonathan Swift to Henrietta Howard - 6

TO MRS. HOWARD.
BEING perpetually teased with the remembrance of you, by the sight of your ring on my finger, my patience at last is at an end; and, in order to be revenged, I have sent you a piece of Irish plaid, made in imitation of the Indian, wherein our workmen are grown so expert, that, in this kind of stuff, they are said to excel that which comes from the Indies; and because our ladies are too proud to wear what is made at home, the workman is forced to run a gold thread through the middle, and sell it as Indian. But I ordered him to leave out that circumstance, that you may be clad in Irish stuff, and in my livery. But I beg you will not tell any parliament man from whence you had that plaid; otherwise, out of malice, they will make a law to cut off all our weavers' fingers. I must likewise tell you, to prevent your pride, my intention is to use you very scurvily; for my real design is, that when the princess asks you where you got that fine nightgown, you are to say, that it is an Irish plaid sent you by the dean of St. Patrick's; who, with his most humble duty to her royal highness, is ready to make her such another present, at ​ the terrible expense of eight shillings and threepence per yard, if she will descend to honour Ireland with receiving and wearing it. And in recompense I, who govern the vulgar, will take care to have her royal highnesses health drunk by five hundred weavers, as an encourager of the Irish manufactory. And I command you to add, that I am no courtier, nor have any thing to ask. May all courtiers imitate me in that! I hope the whole royal family about you is in health. Dr. Arbuthnot lately mortified me with an account of a great pain in your head. I believe no head that is good for any thing is long without some disorder, at least that is the best argument I had for any thing that is good in my own.
I pray God preserve you; and I entreat you to believe that I am, with great respect, madam, your most obedient and most obliged servant,
JONATH. SWIFT.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 19/From Jonathan Swift to Henrietta Howard - 8

TO THE SAME.
MADAM,
MY correspondents have informed me, that your ladyship has done me the honour to answer several objections that ignorance, malice, and party have made to my Travels, and been so charitable as to justify the fidelity and veracity of the author. This zeal you have shown for truth calls for my particular thanks, and at the same time encourages me to beg you would continue your goodness to me, by reconciling me to the maids of honour, whom, they say, I have most grievously offended. I am so stupid as not to find out how I have disobliged them. Is there any harm in a young lady's reading of romances? Or did I make use of an improper engine to extinguish a fire that was kindled by a maid of ​ honour? And I will venture to affirm, that if ever the young ladies of your court should meet with a man of as little consequence in this country as I was in Brobdingnag, they would use him with as much contempt; but I submit myself and my cause to your better judgment, and beg leave to lay the crown of Lilliput at your feet, as a small acknowledgement of your favour to my book and person. I found it in the corner of my waistcoat pocket, into which I thrust most of the valuable furniture of the royal apartment when the palace was on fire, and by mistake brought it with me into England; for I very honestly restored to their majesties all their goods that I knew were in my possession. May all courtiers imitate me in that, and my being, madam, &c.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 19/From Jonathan Swift to Henrietta Howard - 9

TO THE SAME.
TWICKENHAM, JULY 9, 1727, BETWEEN
MR. Gay, by your commands, as he says, showed me a letter to you from an unfortunate lady, one Mrs. Pratt, whose case I know very well, and pity very much; but I wonder she would make any mention of me, who am almost a stranger to you, farther than your goodness led you a little to distinguish me. I have often told Mrs. Pratt, that I had not the least interest with the friend's friend's friend of any body in power; on the contrary, I have been used like a dog for a dozen years, by every ​soul who was able to do it, and were but sweepers about a court. I believe you will allow that I know courts well enough, to remember, that a man must have got many degrees above the power of recommending himself, before he should presume to recommend another, even his nearest relation; and, for my own part, you may be sure that I will never venture to recommend a mouse to Mrs. Cole's cat, or a shoe cleaner to your meanest domestick. But you know too well already how very injudicious the general tribe of wanters are. I told Mrs. Pratt, that if she had friends, it were best to solicit a pension; but it seems she had mentioned a place. I can only say, that when I was about courts, the best lady there had some cousin, or near dependant, whom she would be glad to recommend for an employment, and therefore would hardly think of strangers: For I take the matter thus; that a pension may possibly be got by commiseration, but great personal favour is required for an employment. There are, madam, thousands in the world, who, if they saw your dog use me kindly, would, the next day, in a letter, tell me of the delight they heard I had in doing good; and being assured that a word of mine to you would do any thing, desire my interest to speak to you, to speak to the speaker, to speak to sir Robert Walpole, to speak to the king, &c. Thus wanting people are like drowning people, who lay hold of every reed or bulrush in their way.
One place I humbly beg for myself, which is in your gift, if it be not disposed of; I mean the perquisite of all the letters and petitions you receive, which, being generally of fair, large, strong paper, ​ I can sell to good advantage to the bandbox and trunk makers, and I hope will annually make a pretty comfortable penny.
I hear, while I was at church, Mr. Pope writ to you upon the occasion of Mrs. Pratt's letter; but they will not show me what is writ: Therefore I will not trust them, but resolved to justify myself; and they shall not see this.
I pray God grant you patience, and preserve your eye sight; but confine your memory to the service of your royal mistress, and the happiness of your truest friends, and give you a double portion of your own spirit to distinguish them. I am, with the truest respect, madam, your most obedient and most obliged humble servant,
JONATH. SWIFT.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 19/From Jonathan Swift to Francis Atterbury - 3

TO BISHOP ATTERBURY.
AS much as your lordship's thoughts and time are employed at present, you must give me leave to interrupt them, and, which is worse, for a trifle; though, by the accidents of time and party, of some consequence and great vexation to me. I am here at the head of three and twenty dignitaries and prebendaries, whereof the major part, differing from me in principles, have taken a fancy to oppose me upon all occasions in the chapterhouse; and a ringleader among them has presumed to debate my power of proposing, or my negative, though it is what the deans of this cathedral have possessed for time immemorial, and what has never been once disputed. Our constitution was taken from that of Sarum; and the knowledge of what is practised there in the like case would be of great use to me. I have written this post to Dr. Younger, to desire he would inform me in this matter; but, having only a slender acquaintance with him, I would beg your lordship to second my request, that the dean would please to let me know the practice of his cathedral, and his power in this point. I would likewise desire your lordship to let me know how it is at Westminster, and the ​ two other cathedrals with whose customs you may be acquainted.
Pray, my lord, pardon this idle request from one that loves and esteems you, as you know I do. I once thought it would never be my misfortune to entertain you at so scurvy a rate, at least not at so great a distance, or with so much constraint:
"Sis felix, nostrumque leves [I do not like quicunque] laborem: Et quo sub cœlo tandem, quibus orbis in oris Jactemur, doceas."
The greatest felicity I now have is, that I am utterly ignorant of the most publick events that happen in the world:
"Multa gemens ignominiam plagasque," &c.
I am with the greatest respect and truth, my lord, your lordship's most dutiful and most humble servant,
J. SWIFT.
* ↑ D. D. of Magdalen College, Oxford. He obtained the deanery of Salisbury in 1705; died Feb. 27, 1727-8, and was buried under the south isle of St. Paul's cathedral, without any monument.
* ↑ The quæecunque of Virgil was more favourable to the zealous admirers of the memory of queen Anne.
* ↑ "But tell a stranger, long in tempests toss'd, What earth we tread, or who commands the coast." Dryden, Æn. i, 457.
* ↑ This phrase seems to have been deeply impressed on the dean's mind. He uses it again, in a letter to Mr. Pope, Oct. 30, 1727; "I forgave sir Robert a thousand pounds, multa gemens." The line above is from Virg. Georg. iii, 226.
* ↑ Bishop Atterbury's answer to this letter, dated April 6, 1716, is printed in vol. XI, p. 438.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 19/From Jonathan Swift to Henrietta Howard - 10

TO THE SAME.
ABOUT two hours before you were born I got my giddiness, by eating a hundred golden pippins at a time at Richmond; and when you were four years and a quarter old, bating two days, having made a fine seat about twenty miles farther in Surrey, where I used to read and ——, there I got my deafness; and these two friends have visited me, one or other, every year since, and being old acquaintance, have now thought fit to come together. So much for the ​calamities wherein I have the honour to resemble you; and you see your sufferings are but children in comparison of mine; and yet, to show my philosophy, I have been as cheerful as Scarron. You boast, that your disorders never made you peevish. Where is the virtue, when all the world was peevish on your account, and so took the office out of your hands? Whereas I bore the whole load myself, no body caring three pence what I suffered, or whether I were hanged or at ease. I tell you my philosophy is twelve times better than yours; for I can call witnesses that I bear half your pains, beside all my own, which are in themselves ten times greater. Thus have I most fully answered your queries. I wish the poison were in my stomach (which may be very probable, considering the many drugs I take), if I remember to have mentioned that word in my letter. But ladies who have poison in their eyes, may be apt to mistake in reading. — O! I have found it out; the word person I suppose was written like poison. — Ask all the friends I write to, and they will attest this mistake to be but a trifle in my way of writing, and could easily prove it if they had any of my letters to show. I make nothing of mistaking Untoward for Howard; wellpull, for Walpole; knights of a share, for knights of a shire; monster, for minister; in writing speaker, I put an n for a p; and a hundred such blunders, which cannot be helped, while I have a hundred oceans rolling in my ears, into which no sense has been poured this fortnight; and therefore if I write nonsense, I can assure you it is genius, and not borrowed.
​ Thus I write by your commands, and beside, I am bound in duty to be the last writer. But, deaf or giddy, hearing or steady, I shall be ever, with the truest regard, madam, your most obedient and most humble servant,
JONATH. SWIFT.
# The Voice of the Pack/Book 3
### BOOK THREE THE PAYMENT

* Chapter I
* Chapter II
* Chapter III
* Chapter IV
* Chapter V
* Chapter VI
* Chapter VII
* Chapter VIII
# The Tale and the Poet

Reproduced from the entry in The Book of Fantasy, which gives no source for it.
Tulsi Das, the Hindu poet, created the tale of Hanuman and his army of monkeys. Years afterward, a despot imprisoned him in a stone tower. Alone in his cell, he fell to meditating, and from his meditation came Hanuman and his monkey army, who laid low the city, broke open the tower, and freed Tulsi Das.
# The Tailor in Heaven

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English-language translations of Der Schneider im Himmel include:
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# The Song of the Lark/Part 1

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THE SONG OF THE LARK
PART I
FRIENDS OF CHILDHOOD
* Chapter I
* Chapter II
* Chapter III
* Chapter IV
* Chapter V
* Chapter VI
* Chapter VII
* Chapter VIII
* Chapter IX
* Chapter X
* Chapter XI
* Chapter XII
* Chapter XIII
* Chapter XIV
* Chapter XV
* Chapter XVI
* Chapter XVII
* Chapter XVIII
* Chapter XIX
* Chapter XX
# The Song of the Gifted

* The Song of the Gifted, in Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine Volume 31, 1832.
* Genius singing to Love, in National Lyrics, and Songs for Music, 1834.
# The Song of the Guns at Sea

* "The Song of the Guns at Sea", in Poems: New and Old (1919)
* "The Song of the Guns at Sea", in A treasury of war poetry, British and American poems of the world war, 1914-1919 (1917)
# The Song of the Lark

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One morning, as she was standing upright in the pool, splashing water between her shoulder-blades with a big sponge, something flashed through her mind that made her draw herself up and stand still until the water had quite dried upon her flushed skin. The stream and the broken pottery: what was any art but an effort to make a sheath, a mould in which to imprison for a moment the shining, elusive element which is life itself, ...
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THE SONG OF
THE LARK
BY
WILLA SIBERT CATHER
"It was a wond'rous lovely storm that drove me!"
Lenau's "Don Juan."
BOSTON AND NEW YORK HOUGHTON MIFFLIN COMPANY The Riverside Press Cambridge
COPYRIGHT, 1915, BY WILLA SIBERT CATHER
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Published October 1915
TO
 Isabelle McClung
 On uplands,
 At morning,
The world was young, the winds were free;
 A garden fair,
 In that blue desert air,
Its guest invited me to be.
CONTENTS
| Part I. | Friends of Childhood | 1 |
| II. | The Song of the Lark | 159 |
| III. | Stupid Faces | 247 |
| IV. | The Ancient People | 293 |
| V. | Doctor Archie's Venture | 343 |
| VI. | Kronborg | 383 |
| | Epilogue | 481 |
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# The Twelve Apostles

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* "The Twelve Apostles", fairy tale collected by the Brothers Grimm.
* "The Twelve Apostles", traditional English folk carol.

## See also

* Twelve Apostles, followers of Jesus of Nazareth.
# The Twa Sisters

Traditional English murder ballad (Roud #8)
* "The Miller and the King's Daughter" in Wit Restor'd (1658)
* "The Twa Sisters" in The English and Scottish Popular Ballads (1882)
# The Twelve Dancing Princesses (Grimm/Taylor and Jardine)

* "The Twelve Dancing Princesses" in German Popular Stories (1823) (transcription project)
* "The Twelve Dancing Princesses" in Grimm's Goblins (1876)

## See also

* "The Twelve Dancing Princesses" (1826), Taylor and Jardine translation, revised by Thomas Roscoe, in The German Novelists (transcription project)
* "The Dancing Shoes" (1912), Taylor and Jardine translation, revised by Marian Edwardes
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# The Witch-Cult in Western Europe

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THE WITCH-CULT IN WESTERN EUROPE
A STUDY IN ANTHROPOLOGY
THE WITCH-CULT
IN WESTERN EUROPE
A Study in Anthropology
BY
MARGARET ALICE MURRAY
OXFORD
AT THE CLARENDON PRESS
1921
Oxford University Press
LondonEdinburghGlasgowCopenhagen New YorkTorontoMelbourneCape Town BombayCalcuttaMadrasShanghai Humphrey Milford Publisher to the University
CONTENTS
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# The Times/1909/Public notice/George Washington Moon

George Washington Moon (1823-1909) Source: Death. The Times, Saturday, Mar 13, 1909; Issue 38906; pg. 1; col B
Layout 2MOON.—On the 11th March, at 7, Princes-terrace, Sussex-square, Brighton, George Washington Moon, Senior Hon. F.R.S.L., in his 86th year.
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# The Times/1909/Public notice/Henry Courthope Bowen

The Times, Monday, Apr 12, 1909; Issue 38931; pg. 1; col A — Deaths
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BOWEN.—On the 9th April, at 14, Castletown-road, West Kensington, Herbert Courthope Bowen, M.A. (Cantab.), aged 61.
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# The Times/1909/Obituary/William Richard Morfill

William Richard Morfill (1834-1909) Source: The Times, Friday, Nov 12, 1909; Issue 39115; pg. 13; col C — Obituary Professor W. R. Morfill.
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Obituary Professor W. R. Morfill
We regret to announce the death of Professor William Richard Morfill, Professor of Russian and other Slavonic languages at Oxford, which occurred at his residence at Oxford.
Mr. Morfill, who was 75 years of age and who had been in failing health for a long time, was a very remarkable man, and filled a special place in both Oxford and in the country as a representative of Slavonic studies. He was appointed reader in the Russian and Slavonic languages in 1889, and was raised by decree of the University to the rank of professor in 1900. Possessing an unusually powerful and retentive memory, and being an omniverous reader, he had a larger acquaintance with literature, both Russian and Polish, than even many educated natives of those countries. "We lose in him," says Sir James Murray, "a unique scholar, whose knowledge of the Slavonic languages, generally and comparatively, was greater than that of any Englishman, so far as I know." But his literary loves and knowledge were by no means confined to this field. He had an immense acquaintance with literature generally, both prose and poetic. His amiable temper, his warm and varied sympathies and interests, his amazing power of apt quotation made him a delightful companion and conversationist, and, in particular, he held for many years, a sort of salon where his friends Sir John Rhys, Sir James Murray, Professor Wright, and many other used to gather. Both personally and on public grounds he will be very much missed and his place will be specially difficult to fill.
Educated originally at Tonbridge School, Mr. Morfill matriculated at Corpus Christi College, but migrated to Oriel on election to a classical scholarship. He obtained first class honours in classical moderations in 1855, being place in the same first class with Dr. Edward Moore, then of Pembroke College, now Principal of St. Edmund Hall and Canon of Canterbury. He was a Fellow of the British Academy. Among his publications was a popular account of the Slavonic literature, written for the Society for Promoting Christian Knowledge in 1883. He was re-elected only last Saturday as Curator of the Taylor Institution, of which for many years he was secretary and to which he was greatly devoted.
The funeral will take place to-morrow, the first part of the service being held at St. Philip and St. James Church, at 2, and the interment will be at St. Sepulchre's Cemetery, at 2 30.
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