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# The New International Encyclopædia/Scott, Robert Kingston

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​SCOTT, Robert Kingston (1826-1900). An American soldier and politician, born in Armstrong County, Pa. In 1861 he was chosen lieutenant colonel of the Sixty-eighth Ohio Regiment, and next year was promoted colonel. He fought at Fort Donelson, Shiloh. and Corinth, was in the campaign against Vicksburg, was taken prisoner near Atlanta in 1864, but was shortly afterwards exchanged, and served during the remainder of the war with General Sherman. From 1865 until 1868 he was assistant commissioner in South Carolina of the Freedmen's Bureau. In the latter year he was elected Governor of the reconstructed State, and in 1870 was re-elected for the ensuing term of two years. His administrations were very corrupt, and during them the State debt increased about $13,000,000, although few public improvements were made. In his second administration Ku Klux disorders became so numerous in some parts of the State that President Grant. under the authority conferred by the Enforcement Act of April 20, 1871, suspended the writ of habeas corpus in some of the counties, and many of the offenders were tried by the Federal courts. In 1877 Scott settled in Napoleon, Ohio. In 1881 he was tried for shooting and killing W. G. Drury, bnt was acquitted on the plea that the shooting was accidental. For accounts of his administrations in South Carolina, consult: Pike, The Prostrate State (New York, 1874); and Why the Solid South? by Hilary A. Herbert and others (Baltimore, 1890).
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# The New International Encyclopædia/Scott, William Berrymann

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​SCOTT, William Berrymann (1858— ). An American geologist, born in Cincinnati, and educated at Princeton (class of 1877) and at the University of Heidelberg. Upon his return to America he was appointed professor of geology and paleontology at Princeton. The Princeton geological expeditions in the West and in Patagonia were under his lead and he made valuable additions to the geological and ornithological collections of the university. Besides many valuable monographs, he wrote An Introduction to Geology (1897).
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# The New International Encyclopædia/Scott, William Bell

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​SCOTT, William Bell (1811-90). A Scotch poet and painter, born at Saint Leonard's, Edinburgh, he was a son of Robert Scott, the engraver, and a younger brother of David Scott (q.v.), the distinguished painter. He was educated at the Edinburgh High School, studied art at the Government academy and in the British Museum, and worked with his father at engraving. In 1837 he went to London and began his career as etcher and painter. In 1844 he was appointed master of the Government schools of design at Newcastle-on-Tyne, a post which he occupied with distinction till 1864. In the meantime he had executed a series of large pictures for Sir Walter Trevelyan at Wallington Hall, taking his subjects from border history and legend; and a few years later he also painted a series of designs from the King's Quhair for the stairway at Penkill Castle in Perthshire. His last years were passed at Chelsea, near his intimate friend D. G. Rossetti (q.v.), and at Penkill Castle with another friend, Miss Boyd. Among Scott's published designs is William Blake: Etchings from His Works (1878). On art or artists he wrote a Memoir of David Scott (1850): Albert Dürer: His Life and Works (1869); The British School of Sculpture (1872); Our British Landscape Painters (1872); Murillo and the Spanish School (1873): and works on the modern schools in France. Belgium, and Germany. His own illustrations added to the charm of these books. Scott began writing verse while living in Edinburgh. He was strongly under the influence of Blake and Shelley and later he came under the spell of Rossetti. His finest poems are contained in Ballads, Studies from Nature, Sonnets, etc. (1875), and in A Poet's Harvest Home (1882). A love for mysticism is most marked in The Year of the World (1846). After his death there appeared, under the editorship of W. Minto, Autobiographical Notes (London, 1892), interesting reminiscences of fifty years, particularly of Rossetti and the Pre-Raphaelites (q.v.).
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# The New Student's Reference Work/Apollo

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​Apollo, called also Phœbus, one of the chief gods of the Greeks. He was born on the island Delos, and was the son of Jupiter and Latona. He is the god of the sun, the god of song, the head and protector of the muses, the revealer of the future—especially at his temple at Delphi—the god of flocks, the archer who inflicts vengeance with his arrows and the patron of the healing art. He is pictured as a beautiful youth with long hair, his brows bound with the leaves of the sacred bay tree, and bearing the lyre or the bow. The Romans adopted him from the Greeks, and built a temple and held games in his honor.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Apollo Belvedere

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​Apollo Belvedere (bĕl′ve-dēr), a marble statue of the god Apollo, one of the most famous works of ancient art. It was found in 1503 in the ruins of ancient Antium and placed in the gallery of the Belvedere in the Vatican at Rome. The sculptor is unknown, but is thought to be one of the Greek sculptors, either Agasias or Praxiteles. The statue is seven feet high and shows the god in the perfection of manly beauty, at the moment of his victory over the monster Python. He stands with his left arm extended, holding the bow, while his right hand, which has just left the string, is near his hip. The body is poised with such grace as to give it a wonderful beauty.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Apothecium

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​Apothe′cium. In plants, a flat or cup-like spore-producing body formed by the Ascomycetes, which see. The name is most commonly applied among the lichens.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Apospory

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​Apos′pory. In plants with regular alternation of generations the sporophyte produces the gametophyte by means of asexual spores. Occasionally gametophytes arise directly from sporophytes without the intervention of a spore, and such a phenomenon is known as apospory. Both apogamy and apospory have been most commonly observed in ferns.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Apostles

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​Apostles, originally the twelve men whom Jesus chose to preach the Gospel. They were Simon Peter (called also Cephas and Bar-jona), Andrew, James the Elder (son of Zebedee), John his brother, Philip, Bartholomew (Nathaniel), Thomas (Didymus), Matthew (Levi), James the Younger (son of Alpheus), Thaddeus, Simon and Judas Iscariot. Matthias was chosen in the place of Judas, and later on Paul and Barnabas were added to the number. The apostles were first sent out by Jesus to preach to the Jews only; but a short time before his ascension they were commanded to preach to all nations. On the day of Pentecost they received miraculous gifts and began their public ministry. They have left records in the Epistles and the Acts of the Apostles.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Appalachian Mountains

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Appala'chian Mountains. See Alleghanies.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Appian Way

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Appian Way, a famous road with many branches which connected Rome with southern Italy. The main road was laid out by Appius Claudius (312–307 B. C.). It was paved with large and well-fitting blocks and adorned with numerous magnificent sepulchers, the most noted being those of Collatinus and the Scipios. Within the present century excavations have been made over a large part of the ancient road.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Appleseed, Johnny

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Appleseed, Johnny, the nickname of an eccentric character belonging to the early pioneer days of Ohio and Indiana. He looked upon it as his mission in life to start orchards in the wilds, and for over 40 vears trudged here and there in the wilderness with his leathern bag of apple seeds. His clothing in later life consisted of a long, loose garment made out of a coffee sack, on his head a cap fashioned of pasteboard. He wore no shoes, but trod barefoot on his long, rough journeys.
His real name was Jonathan Chapman; it is thought he was born in Boston in 1775. He made his appearance in Ohio with his apple seeds in 1801; came again in 1806, this one time travelling by water, his seeds stored in canoes. Ere long he became well known to the settlers and Indians, and was regarded as a friend by both. He would procure his seeds from the cider-presses of western Pennsylvania, then with his load go where the white men were clearing and making homes farther west; selecting a fertile spot near a settlement, he would start a nursery, and when ready for transplanting dispose of his trees to the settlers. Ohio and Indiana owed to Johnny Appleseed many and many a good orchard; he lived to see his trees bear fruit over a territory of great extent.
At the scattered log-cabins old and young were wont to give warm welcome to the strange, kindly wanderer. He seems to have been held in a kind of superstitious awe, the Indians for their part considering him a great medicine-man. During the War of 1812 he saved the lives of many settlers by spreading the news of Hull's surrender and the coming of the Indians. He was extraordinarily gentle and kindly, would harm no living creature, and amid the many dangers of the forest himself remained unharmed. He died at a settler's cabin in Allen County, Indiana, in the summer of 1847.
# The Poems of Oscar Wilde/Glykypikros Eros

FLOWER OF LOVE
ΓΛΥΚΥΠΙΚΡΟΣ ΕΡΩΣ
Sweet, I blame you not, for mine the fault was, had I not been made of common clay I had climbed the higher heights unclimbed yet, seen the fuller air, the larger day.
From the wildness of my wasted passion I had struck a better, clearer song, Lit some lighter light of freer freedom, battled with some Hydra-headed wrong.
Had my lips been smitten into music by the kisses that but made them bleed, You had walked with Bice and the angels on that verdant and enamelled mead.
I had trod the road which Dante treading saw the suns of seven circles shine, Ay! perchance had seen the heavens opening, as they opened to the Florentine.
And the mighty nations would have crowned me, who am crownless now and without name, ​And some orient dawn had found me kneeling on the threshold of the House of Fame.
I had sat within that marble circle where the oldest bard is as the young, And the pipe is ever dropping honey, and the lyre's strings are ever strung.
Keats had lifted up his hymeneal curls from out the poppy-seeded wine, With ambrosial mouth had kissed my forehead, clasped the hand of noble love in mine.
And at springtide, when the apple-blossoms brush the burnished bosom of the dove, Two young lovers lying in an orchard would have read the story of our love.
Would have read the legend of my passion, known the bitter secret of my heart, Kissed as we have kissed, but never parted as we two are fated now to part.
For the crimson flower of our life is eaten by the cankerworm of truth, And no hand can gather up the fallen withered petals of the rose of youth.
​Yet I am not sorry that I loved you—ah! what else had I a boy to do,— For the hungry teeth of time devour, and the silent-footed years pursue.
Rudderless, we drift athwart a tempest, and when once the storm of youth is past, Without lyre, without lute or chorus, Death the silent pilot comes at last.
And within the grave there is no pleasure, for the blind worm battens on the root, And Desire shudders into ashes, and the tree of Passion bears no fruit
Ah! what else had I to do but love you, God's own mother was less dear to me, And less dear the Cytheræan rising like an argent lily from the sea.
I have made my choice, have lived my poems, and, though youth is gone in wasted days, I have found the lover's crown of myrtle better than the poet's crown of bays.
# The Poems of Oscar Wilde/Fabien dei Franchi

IMPRESSIONS DE THÉÂTRE
FABIEN DEI FRANCHI
To My Friend Henry Irving
The silent room, the heavy creeping shade, The dead that travel fast, the opening door, The murdered brother rising through the floor, The ghost's white fingers on thy shoulders laid, And then the lonely duel in the glade, The broken swords, the stifled scream, the gore, Thy grand revengeful eyes when all is o'er,— These things are well enough,—but thou wert made For more august creation! frenzied Lear Should at thy bidding wander on the heath With the shrill fool to mock him, Romeo For thee should lure his love, and desperate fear Pluck Richard's recreant dagger from its sheath— Thou trumpet set for Shakespeare's lips to blow!
# The Poems of Oscar Wilde/From Spring Days to Winter

UNCOLLECTED POEMS
FROM SPRING DAYS TO WINTER
(FOR MUSIC)
In the glad spring time when leaves were green, O merrily the throstle sings! I sought, amid the tangled sheen, Love whom mine eyes had never seen, O the glad dove has golden wings!
Between the blossoms red and white, O merrily the throstle sings! My love first came into my sight, O perfect vision of delight, O the glad dove has golden wings!
The yellow apples glowed like fire, O merrily the throstle sings! O Love too great for lip or lyre, Blown rose of love and of desire, O the glad dove has golden wings!
​But now with snow the tree is grey, Ah, sadly now the throstle sings! My love is dead: ah! well-a-day, See at her silent feet I lay A dove with broken wings! Ah, Love! ah, Love! that thou wert slain— Fond Dove, fond Dove return again!
# The Poems of Oscar Wilde/Her Voice

HER VOICE
The wild bee reels from bough to bough With his furry coat and his gauzy wing, Now in a lily-cup, and now Setting a jacinth bell a-swing, In his wandering; Sit closer love: it was here I trow I made that vow,
Swore that two lives should be like one As long as the sea-gull loved the sea, As long as the sunflower sought the sun,— It shall be, I said, for eternity 'Twixt you and me! Dear friend, those times are over and done, Love's web is spun.
Look upward where the poplar trees Sway and sway in the summer air, Here in the valley never a breeze Scatters the thistledown, but there Great winds blow fair From the mighty murmuring mystical seas, And the wave-lashed leas.
​Look upward where the white gull screams, What does it see that we do not see? Is that a star? or the lamp that gleams On some outward voyaging argosy,— Ah! can it be We have lived our lives in a land of dreams! How sad it seems.
Sweet, there is nothing left to say But this, that love is never lost, Keen winter stabs the breasts of May Whose crimson roses burst his frost, Ships tempest-tossed Will find a harbour in some bay, And so we may.
And there is nothing left to do But to kiss once again, and part, Nay, there is nothing we should rue, I have my beauty,—you your Art, Nay, do not start, One world was not enough for two Like me and you.
# The Poems of Oscar Wilde/Chorus of Cloud Maidens

TRANSLATIONS
CHORUS OF CLOUD MAIDENS
(Ἀριστοφανους Νεφέλαι, 275-290, 298-313.)
ΣΤΡΟΦΗ
Cloud maidens that float on for ever, Dew-sprinkled, fleet bodies, and fair, Let us rise from our Sire's loud river, Great Ocean, and soar through the air To the peaks of the pine-covered mountains where the pines hang as tresses of hair. Let us seek the watch-towers undaunted, Where the well-watered corn-fields abound, And through murmurs of rivers nymph-haunted The songs of the sea-waves resound; And the sun in the sky never wearies of spreading his radiance around. Let us cast off the haze Of the mists from our band, Till with far-seeing gaze We may look on the land. ......
ΑΝΤΙΣΤΡΟΦΗ
Cloud maidens that bring the rain-shower, To the Pallas-loved land let us wing, To the land of stout heroes and Power, Where Kekrops was hero and king, Where honour and silence is given To the mysteries that none may declare, Where are gifts to the high gods in heaven When the house of the gods is laid bare, Where are lofty roofed temples, and statues well carven and fair; Where are feasts to the happy immortals When the sacred procession draws near, Where garlands make bright the bright portals At all seasons and months in the year; And when spring days are here, Then we tread to the wine-god a measure, In Bacchanal dance and in pleasure, 'Mid the contests of sweet singing choirs, And the crash of loud lyres.
# The Poems of Oscar Wilde/Desespoir

DESESPOIR
The seasons send their ruin as they go, For in the spring the narciss shows its head Nor withers till the rose has flamed to red, And in the autumn purple violets blow, And the slim crocus stirs the winter snow; Wherefore yon leafless trees will bloom again And this grey land grow green with summer rain And send up cowslips for some boy to mow. But what of life whose bitter hungry sea Flows at our heels, and gloom of sunless night Covers the days which never more return? Ambition, love and all the thoughts that burn We lose too soon, and only find delight In withered husks of some dead memory.
# The Poems of Oscar Wilde/E Tenebris

E TENEBRIS
Come down, O Christ, and help me! reach thy hand, For I am drowning in a stormier sea Than Simon on thy lake of Galilee: The wine of life is spilt upon the sand, My heart is as some famine-murdered land Whence all good things have perished utterly, And well I know my soul in Hell must lie If I this night before God's throne should stand. 'He sleeps perchance, or rideth to the chase, Like Baal, when his prophets howled that name From morn to noon on Carmel's smitten height.' Nay, peace, I shall behold, before the night, The feet of brass, the robe more white than flame, The wounded hands, the weary human face.
# The Poems of Oscar Wilde/Easter Day

EASTER DAY
The silver trumpets rang across the Dome: The people knelt upon the ground with awe: And borne upon the necks of men I saw, Like some great God, the Holy Lord of Rome. Priest-like, he wore a robe more white than foam, And, king-like, swathed himself in royal red, Three crowns of gold rose high upon his head: In splendour and in light the Pope passed home. My heart stole back across wide wastes of years To one who wandered by a lonely sea, And sought in vain for any place of rest: 'Foxes have holes, and every bird its nest. I, only I, must wander wearily, And bruise my feet, and drink salt wine with tears.'
# The Poems of Oscar Wilde/Endymion

ENDYMION
(FOR MUSIC)
The apple trees are hung with gold, And birds are loud in Arcady, The sheep lie bleating in the fold, The wild goat runs across the wold, But yesterday his love he told, I know he will come back to me. O rising moon! O Lady moon! Be you my lover's sentinel, You cannot choose but know him well, For he is shod with purple shoon, You cannot choose but know my love, For he a shepherd's crook doth bear, And he is soft as any dove, And brown and curly is his hair.
The turtle now has ceased to call Upon her crimson-footed groom, The grey wolf prowls about the stall, The lily's singing seneschal Sleeps in the lily-bell, and all The violet hills are lost in gloom. ​O risen moon! O holy moon! Stand on the top of Helice, And if my own true love you see, Ah! if you see the purple shoon, The hazel crook, the lad's brown hair, The goat-skin wrapped about his arm, Tell him that I am waiting where The rushlight glimmers in the Farm.
The falling dew is cold and chill, And no bird sings in Arcady, The little fauns have left the hill, Even the tired daffodil Has closed its gilded doors, and still My lover comes not back to me. False moon! False moon! O waning moon! Where is my own true lover gone, Where are the lips vermilion, The shepherd's crook, the purple shoon? Why spread that silver pavilion, Why wear that veil of drifting mist? Ah! thou hast young Endymion, Thou hast the lips that should be kissed!
# The New Student's Reference Work/Miletus

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​Miletus (mī̇-lē′tŭs), an ancient city of Ionia, in Asia Minor, near the Meander. It was famous for woolen cloth, carpets and furniture, and had a large trade. Nearly 80 colonies were founded by its citizens on the Black Sea and in the Crimea. Under the elder Cyrus the city was conquered by Persia, and again, after a rebellion, was taken by Darius and nearly destroyed. Although rebuilt and sufficiently powerful to contend with Alexander, who took it by storm, it never regained its importance, and was finally ruined by the Turks.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Milford, Mass.

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​Mil′ford, Mass., town in Worcester County on Charles River, about 17 miles southeast of Worcester. The surrounding country is agricultural, and in the vicinity are large granite-quarries, which contribute to the industrial riches of the town. The chief manufactures are silk, thread, boots, shoes, straw-goods, bone-cutters, boot and shoe trees and foundry and machine shop products. The town has good public and parochial schools, a fine high school and a public library. It has the service of two railroads. Population 13,055.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Militia

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​Mili′tia, the name applied in England and in the United States to the military reserve or purely defensive forces, in America theoretically covers all citizens of ages ranging between 18 and 45 years. In England it is organized as a national body; in the United States only as a state body, though liable to be called into the federal service in case of need. The militia in each state is partly organized under an adjutant-general. It is not unusual for the militia to be called out in case of riots, lynchings or similar disturbances to preserve order within the state. The militia is liable to be called out for war-service for a period not exceeding nine months; but only for home-defense. In all essentials it is the old English fyrd or body of freemen in arms.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Milkweed

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​Milk′weed, species of Asclepias, a genus of the milkweed family, which contains about 85 species, mostly natives of the western hemisphere, nearly 50 occurring in North America. The name comes from the fact that they contain a milky juice which exudes from wounds. They also are often called silkweeds from the large pods containing numerous seeds bearing beautiful tufts of silky hair. These seeds with their downy sails are of much interest. One of the most attractive forms is the butterfly-weed or pleurisy-root (A. tuberosa), whose flowers are bright orange and in midsummer clothe the dry pastures of New England in masses of brilliant color. The stem is from one to two feet high, but contains little “milk.” The other forms are taller and have chiefly purplish to red flowers, occasionally white. The flowers are much modified for insect-pollination, the pollen-grains clinging together in masses which are carried off by the insects bodily. Probably the commonest known milkweed is A. cornuti, also known as A. syriaca. The weed has a stout, tall stem and opposite leaves, six to eight inches long. In early summer it puts forth flowers of purplish pink, blooming from June to August. The two pods are full to bursting of seeds with lovely, silky tufts.