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# The Complete Poems of Emily Brontë/In Memory of a Happy Day in February

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IN MEMORY OF A HAPPY DAY IN FEBRUARY
Blessed be Thou for all the joy My soul has felt to-day! O let its memory stay with me And never pass away!
I was alone, for those I loved Were far away from me; The sun shone on the withered grass, The wind blew fresh and free.
Was it the smile of early spring That made my bosom glow? 'Twas sweet, but neither sun nor wind Could raise my spirit so.
Was it some feeling of delight, All vague and undefined? No, 'twas a rapture deep and strong, Expanding in my mind!
Was it a sanguine view of life And all its transient bliss— A hope of bright prosperity? O no, it was not this!
​It was a glimpse of truths divine Unto my spirit given, Illumined by a ray of light That shone direct from Heaven!
I knew there was a God on high By whom all things were made; I saw His wisdom and His power In all His works displayed.
But most throughout the moral world I saw His glory shine; I saw His wisdom infinite, His mercy all divine.
Deep secrets of His Providence In darkness long concealed, Were brought to my delighted eyes And graciously revealed.
And while I wondered and adored His wisdom so divine, I did not tremble at His power— I felt that God was mine.
I knew that my Redeemer lived, I did not fear to die; I felt that I should rise again To immortality.
​I longed to view that bliss divine Which eye hath never seen, To see the glories of His face Without the veil between.
Begun in February—finished November 10, 1842.
# The Complete Poems of Emily Brontë/It's over now; I've known it all

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It's over now; I've known it all; I'll hide it in my heart no more, But back again that night recall, And think the fearful vision o'er.
The evening sun in cloudless shine Has passed from summer's heaven divine, And dark the shades of twilight grew, And stars were in the depth of blue, And in the heath or mountain far From human eye and human care, With thoughtful thought and tearful eye, I sadly watched that solemn sky.
The wide cathedral Isles are lone, The vast crowds vanished every one; There can be naught beneath that dome But the cold tenants of the tomb.
O look again, for still on high The lamps are burning gloriously; And look again, for still beneath A thousand thousand live and breathe.
All mute as death beyond the shrine That gleams in lustre so divine ​Were Gondal's monarchs bending low, After the hour of silent prayer, Take in heaven's sight their awful vow, And never-dying union swear.
King Julius lifts his impious eye From the dark marble to the sky, Blasts with that oath his perjured soul, And changeless is his cheek the while, Though burning thoughts that spurn control, Kindle a short and bitter smile, As face to face the King's men stand, His false hand clasped in Gerald's hand.
May 22, 1838.
# The Complete Poems of Emily Brontë/In the same place, when nature wore

XLVIII
In the same place, when nature wore The same celestial glow, I'm sure I've seen these forms before But many springs ago;
But only he had locks of light And she had raven hair; While now, his curls are dark as night And hers as morning fair.
Besides, I've dreamt of tears whose traces Will never more depart; Of agony that fast effaces The verdure of the heart.
I dreamt one sunny day like this, In this peerless month of May, I saw her give th' unanswered kiss As his spirit passed away.
Those young eyes that so sweetly shine Then looked their last adieu, And pale death changed that cheek divine To his unchanging hue.
And earth was cast above the breast That once beat warm and true, Where her heart found a living rest That moved responsively. ​Then she, upon the covered grave, The grass-grown grave, did lie, A tomb not girt by English wave Nor arched by English sky.
The sod was sparkling bright with dew, But brighter still with tears; That welled from mortal grief, I knew Which never heals with years.
And if he came not for her woe, He would not now return; He would not leave his sleep below, When she had ceased to mourn.
O Innocence, that cannot live With heart-wrung anguish long, Dear childhood's innocence forgive, For I have done thee wrong!
The bright rosebuds, those hawthorn shrouds Within their perfumed bower, Have never closed beneath a cloud, Nor bent beneath a shower.
Had darkness once obscured their sun Or kind dew turned to rain, No storm-cleared sky that ever shone Could win such bliss again.
May 17, 1842.
# The Complete Poems of Emily Brontë/It was night, and on the mountains

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It was night, and on the mountains Fathoms deep the snowdrifts lay; Streams and waterfalls and fountains Down the darkness stole away.
Long ago the hopeless peasant Left his sheep all buried there, Sheep that through the summer pleasant He had watched with tend'rest care.
Now no more a cheerful ranger Following pathways known of yore Sad he stood, a wild-eyed stranger, On his own unbounded moor.
# The Elder Edda and the Younger Edda/Younger Edda/Baldur in the Abode of the Dead

​60. "Meanwhile, Hermod was proceeding on his mission. For the space of nine days, and as many nights, he rode through deep glens so dark that he could not discern anything until he arrived at the river Gjoll, which he passed over on a bridge covered with glittering gold. Modgudur, the maiden who kept the bridge, asked him his name and lineage, telling him that the day before five bands of dead persons had ridden over the bridge, and did not shake it so much as he alone. 'But,' she added, 'thou hast not death's hue on thee, why then ridest thou here on the way to Hel?'
"'I ride to Hel,' answered Hermod, 'to seek Baldur. Hast thou perchance seen him pass this way?'
"'Baldur,' she replied, 'hath ridden over Gjoll's bridge, but there below, towards the north, lies the way to the abodes of death.'
"Hermod then pursued his journey until he came to the barred gates of Hel. Here he alighted, girthed his saddle tighter, and remounting, clapped both spurs to his horse, who cleared the gate by a tremendous leap without touching it. Hermod then rode on to the palace, where he found his brother Baldur occupying the most distinguished seat in the hall, and passed the night in his company. The next morning he besought Hela (Death) to let Baldur ride home with him, assuring her that nothing but lamentations were to be heard among the gods. Hela answered that it should now be tried whether Baldur was so beloved as he was said to be.
​"'If therefore,' she added, 'all things in the world, both living and lifeless, weep for him, then shall he return to the Æsir, but if any one thing speak against him or refuse to weep, he shall be kept in Hel.'
"Hermod then rose, and Baldur led him out of the hall and gave him the ring Draupnir, to present as a keepsake to Odin. Nanna also sent Frigga a linen cassock and other gifts, and to Fulla a gold finger-ring. Hermod then rode back to Asgard, and gave an account of all he had heard and witnessed.
"The gods upon this dispatched messengers throughout the world, to beg everything to weep, in order that Baldur might be delivered from Hel. All things very willingly complied with this request, both men and every other living being, as well as earths and stones, and trees and metals, just as thou must have seen these things weep when they are brought from a cold place into a hot one. As the messengers were returning with the conviction that their mission had been quite successful, they found an old hag named Thaukt sitting in a cavern, and begged her to weep Baldur out of Hel.
"It was strongly suspected that this hag was no other than Loki himself who never ceased to work evil among the Æsir."
# The Elder Edda and the Younger Edda/Younger Edda/Balder and Njord

23. "I would rather," said Gangler, "hear something about the other Æsir."
"The second son of Odin," replied Har, "is Baldur, and it may be truly said of him that he is the best, and that all mankind are loud in his praise. So fair and dazzling is he in form and features, that rays of light seem to issue from him; and thou mayst have some idea of the beauty of his hair, when I tell thee that the whitest of all plants is called Baldur's brow. Baldur is the mildest, the wisest, and the most eloquent of all the Æsir, yet such is his nature that the judgment he has pronounced can never be altered. He dwells in the heavenly mansion called Breidablik, in which nothing unclean can enter."
# The Elder Edda and the Younger Edda/Younger Edda/Creation of Man and Woman

9. "To make heaven and earth, to fix the sun and the moon in the firmament, and mark out the days and seasons, were, indeed, important labours," said Gangler; "but whence came the men who at present dwell in the world?"
"One day." replied Har, "as the sons of Bor were walking along the sea-beach they found two stems of wood, out of which they shaped a man and a woman. The first (Odin) infused into them life and spirit; the second (Vili) endowed them with reason and the power of motion; the third (Ve) gave them speech and features, hearing and vision. The man they called Ask, and the woman, Embla. From these two descend the whole human race whose assigned dwelling was within Midgard. Then the sons of Bor built in the middle of the universe the city called Asgard, where dwell the gods and their kindred, and from that abode work out so many wondrous things, both on the earth and in the heavens above it. There is in that city a place called Hlidskjalf, and when Odin is seated there on his lofty throne he sees over the whole world, discerns all the actions of men, and comprehends whatever he contemplates. His wife is Frigga, the daughter of Fjorgyn, and they and their offspring form the race that we call Æsir a race that dwells in Asgard the old and the regions around it. and that we know to be entirely divine. Wherefore Odin may justly be called All-father, for he is verily the father of all, of gods as well as of men, and to his power all things owe their existence. Earth is his daughter and his wife, and ​with her he had his first-born son, Asa-Thor, who is endowed with strength and valour, and therefore quelleth he everything that hath life."
# The Elder Edda and the Younger Edda/Elder Edda/The Third Lay of Gudrun

Atli had a serving-woman named Herkia, who had been his concubine. She informed Atli that she had seen Thiodrek and Gudrun together; whereat Atli was much afflicted. Then Gudrun said:
1. What ails thee ever, Atli! Budli's son! Hast thou sorrow in thy heart? Why never laughest thou? To thy jarls it would seem more desirable, that thou with men wouldst talk, and on me wouldst look.
Atli.
2. It grieves me, Gudrun! Giuki's daughter! that in my palace here, Herkia has said, that thou and Thiodrek have under one covering slept, and wantonly been in the linen wrapt.
Gudrun.
3. For all this charge I will give my oaths by the white sacred stone, that with me and Thiodrek nothing has passed, which to man and wife only belongs;
4. Save that I embraced the prince of armies, the honoured king, a single time. Other were our cogitations, when sorrowful we two sat to converse.
​5. Hither came Thiodrek, with thirty warriors; now there lives not one of those thirty men. Surround me with thy brothers, and with mailed warriors; surround me with all thy noblest kinsmen.
6. Send to Saxi the Southmen's prince, he can hallow the boiling cauldron."
7. Seven hundred men entered the hall, ere in the cauldron the queen dipt her hand.
8. "Now Gunnar comes not, nor call I Hogni: I shall not see again my loved brothers: with his sword would Hogni such wrong avenge: now I must myself purify from crime."
9. She to the bottom, plunged her snow-white hand, and up she drew the precious stones. "See now, ye men! I am proved guiltless in holy wise, boil the vessel as it may."
10. Laughed then Atli's heart within his breast, when he unscathed beheld the hand of Gudrun. "Now must Herkia to the cauldron go, she who Gudrun had hoped to injure." No one has misery seen who saw not that, how the hand there of Herkia was burnt. They then the woman led to a foul slough. So were Gudrun's wrongs avenged.
* ↑ Herkia, the Erka or Helche of the German tradition, who here appears as a slave or servant, is, according to that tradition, the queen of Etzel or Atli, who did not marry Kreimhilt (Gudrun) until after her death. The falsification of the story, the pitiful subordinate part acted by Thiodrek, the perfect silence of all the other poems on this event, and the ordeal of the cauldron, sufficiently show that the poem is a later composition. P. E. Muller (II., p. 319) ascribes it to Sæmund himself.
* ↑ The iarknastein of the original was a milk-white opal.
* ↑ This punishment was known to the old Germans.
# The Emerald Ring. A Superstition

* From The Literary Gazette, December 1822
* From The Improvisatrice; and Other Poems (1824)
# The Emerald City of Oz/Chapter 30

THE writer of these Oz stories has received a little note from Princess Dorothy of Oz which, for a time, has made him feel rather disconcerted. The note was written on a broad, white feather from a stork's wing, and it said:
   "You will never hear anything more about Oz, because we are now cut off forever from all the rest of the world. But Toto and I will always love you and all the other children who love us.
   "Dorothy Gale."
This seemed to me too bad, at first, for Oz is a very interesting fairyland. Still, we have no right to feel grieved, for we have had enough of the history of the Land of Oz to fill six story books, and from its quaint people and their strange adventures we have been able to learn many useful and amusing things.
So good luck to little Dorothy and her companions. May they live long in their invisible country and be very happy!
THEEND
# The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson/Index

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# The Complete Poems of Francis Ledwidge/Last Songs/After Court Martial

AFTER COURT MARTIAL
My mind is not my mind, therefore I take no heed of what men say, I lived ten thousand years before God cursed the town of Nineveh.
The Present is a dream I see Of horror and loud sufferings, At dawn a bird will waken me Unto my place among the kings.
And though men called me a vile name, And all my dream companions gone, 'Tis I the soldier bears the shame, Not I the king of Babylon.
# The Complete Poems of Francis Ledwidge/Last Songs/A Mother's Song

A MOTHER'S SONG
Little ships of whitest pearl With sailors who were ancient kings, Come over the sea when my little girl Sings.
And if my little girl should weep, Little ships with torn sails Go headlong down among the deep Whales.
November, 1916.
# The Complete Poems of Francis Ledwidge/Last Songs

Originally published in 1918.
LAST SONGS
* Introduction to Last Songs
* Table of Contents
# The Complete Poems of Francis Ledwidge/Last Songs/A Fairy Hunt

A FAIRY HUNT
Who would hear the fairy horn Calling all the hounds of Finn Must be in a lark's nest born When the moon is very thin.
I who have the gift can hear Hounds and horn and tally ho, And the tongue of Bran as clear As Christmas bells across the snow.
And beside my secret place Hurries by the fairy fox, With the moonrise on his face, Up and down the mossy rocks.
​Then the music of a horn And the flash of scarlet men, Thick as poppies in the corn All across the dusky glen.
Oh! the mad delight of chase! Oh! the shouting and the cheer! Many an owl doth leave his place In the dusty tree to hear.
# The Encyclopedia Americana (1920)/Wilcox, Marrion

Edition of 1920. See also Marrion Wilcox on Wikipedia, and the disclaimer.
WILCOX, Marrion, American author: b. Augusta, Ga., 3 April 1858. He was graduated from Yale in 1878, made special studies at the universities of Oxford, Heidelberg, Jena and Berlin, and was subsequently admitted to the New York bar. He acted as instructor at Yale in 1884-86, was associate editor of the New Englander and the Yale Review, and since 1893 has been engaged in editorial and other literary work in New York. In 1902 he became noted as an advocate of fair play to Cuba, defending the principle of reciprocity in the United States and urging concessions from the political leaders and economic associations of Cuba. His principles were approximately those embodied in the treaty submitted to Congress and accepted in 1903. In 1906-07 he visited South America and Mexico. In 1907 and especially in Mexico, Brazil and Argentina Mr. Wilcox suggested the interchange of professors between the United States and Latin-American countries. He has published ‘Real People’ (1886); ‘A Short History of the War with Spain’ (1898); ‘Harper's History of the War in the Philippines’ (1900); ‘Sketches in Spain, England and Italy,’ etc. He contributed many articles on Central and South American topics to the ‘Encyclopedia Americana’ and edited, in collaboration with George E. Rines, ‘The Encyclopedia of Latin-America’ (1917). Mr. Wilcox is a contributor to the North American Review, the Churchman, Atlantic Monthly, the Scientific American, the Architectural Record, and other periodicals.
# The Encyclopedia Americana (1920)/Wild Irish Girl, The

Edition of 1920. See also The Wild Irish Girl on Wikipedia, and the disclaimer.
WILD IRISH GIRL, The, a novel by Lady Morgan, published in 1806. It instantly became a favorite in England, went through seven editions in less than two years, and in 1807 reached its fourth American edition. The story is in the form of letters and suffers from
the consequent limitations; but the sketches of Irish life are curious and picturesque.
# The Encyclopedia Americana (1920)/Wild, Heinrich

Edition of 1920. See also Heinrich von Wild on Wikipedia, and the disclaimer.
WILD, Heinrich, hīn'rĭH vĭlt, Swiss meteorologist: b. Uster, 17 Dec. 1833; d. Zurich, 3 Sept. 1902. His education was obtained at Zurich, Königsberg and Heidelberg, and from 1863 to 1865 he was director of the central meteorological bureau at Bern. He was called to Saint Petersburg, and was director of the Russian meteorological service 1868-95, when he retired. He invented the polaristrobometer, a polarization plutometer, a magnetic theodolite and other optical instruments, edited the Russian ‘Neues Repertorium für Meteurologie,’ and published ‘Temperatur-Verhältnisse des russischfen Reichs’ (1876), and technical papers.
# The Encyclopedia Americana (1920)/Wild, Jonathan

Edition of 1920. See also Jonathan Wild on Wikipedia, and the disclaimer.
WILD, Jonathan, English thief and informer: b. Wolverhampton, England, about 1682; d. London, 24 May 1725. He was a Birmingham buckle-maker who in 1706 went to London intending to engage in his trade, but becoming involved in debt was imprisoned for
four years, after which he became a receiver of stolen goods and an informer against such criminals as were not in his employ. He was hanged at Tyburn. He was the subject of Fielding's satire, ‘History of the Life of the Late Mr. Jonathan Wild the Great’ (1743), and also appears in Ainsworth's novel, ‘Jack Shepherd,’ as well as in various other tales and pretended biographies.
# The Encyclopedia Americana (1920)/Wilcox, Delos Franklin

Edition of 1920. See also Delos Franklin Wilcox on Wikipedia, and the disclaimer.
WILCOX, Delos Franklin, American municipal government expert: b. Ida, Mich., 22 April 1873. He was graduated at the University of Michigan in 1894 and took the degree of Ph.D at Columbia University in 1896. He edited the Detroit Civic News in 1905-07; and in 1907-13 he was chief of the bureau of franchises in the first district of the New York Civil Service Commission; while in 1914-17 he was deputy commissioner of the New York department of water supply, gas and electricity. He is a recognized authority on municipal government and has written extensively on the subject. His works include ‘The Study of City Government’ (1897); ‘Ethical Marriage’ (1900); ‘The American City’ (1904); ‘The Government of Great American Cities’ (1908); ‘Municipal Franchises’ (2 vols., 1910-11); ‘Great Cities in America’ (1910); ‘Government by all the People’ (1912), etc.
# The Encyclopedia Americana (1920)/Wild Hunt

Edition of 1920. See also Wild Hunt on Wikipedia, and the disclaimer.
WILD HUNT (Ger. Wilde Jagd; also Wüthenheer), in German folk-lore, a fancied noise in the air at night, most usually supposed to be heard between Christmas and Epiphany. The sound is compared to that of a spirit host rushing along, accompanied by the shouting of huntsmen and the baying of dogs. The root of the notion is thought to lie in the Christian degradation of the old heathen gods. Like Odin, the lord of all atmospheric and weather phenomena, and consequently of storms, the wild huntsman also appears on horseback in hat and cloak accompanied by a train of spirits — by the ghosts of drunkards, suicides and other malefactors, often without heads or otherwise mutilated. When he comes to a crossroad, he falls, and gets up on the other side. Generally he brings hurt or destruction, especially to any one rash enough to address him or join in the hunting cry, as many persons valiant in their drink have done. Whoever remains standing in the middle of the highway, or steps aside into a tilled field, or throws himself in silence on the earth, is supposed to escape the danger. In many districts heroes of the older or of the more modern legends take the place of Odin: thus, in Lusatia, Dietrich of Bern; in Swabia, Berchtold; in Sleswick, King Abel; in Lower Hesse, Charles the Great; in England, King Arthur; in Denmark, King Waldemar. The legend has in recent times attached itself to individual sportsmen, who, as a punishment for their immoderateness or cruelty in sport, or for hunting on Sunday, were condemned henceforth to follow the chase by night. In lower Germany there are many such stories current of one Hakkelberend, whose alleged tomb is shown in several places.
Another version of the wild hunt is to be found in the legend prevalent in Thuringia. There the procession, formed partly of children who had died unbaptized, and headed by Frau Holle or Holda, passed yearly through the country on Holy Thursday, and the assembled people waited its arrival, as if a mighty king were approaching. An old man with white hair, the faithful Eckhart, preceded the spirit-host to warn the people out of the way. In one form or other the legend of the wild hunt is spread over all German countries, and is found also in France and even in Spain. In England we meet substantially the same notion in folk-lore — phantom dogs, like the black Shuck-dog of Norfolk and the Mauthe hound of Peel in Man, the “Wisht Hounds” of Dartmoor, headless horses, a ghostly coach and horses swept along in a storm of wind. Such tales, with innumerable variants, are found in the mythical and legendary records of all the older peoples.
# The Encyclopedia Americana (1920)/Wilcox, Ella Wheeler

Edition of 1920. See also Ella Wheeler Wilcox on Wikipedia, and the disclaimer.
WILCOX, Ella Wheeler, American poet: b. Johnstown Centre, Wis., 1855; d. South Beach, Conn., 30 Oct. 1919. She was educated at the University of Wisconsin and in 1884 began her literary career by contributing to the periodical press, and her work has been widely read and extensively reprinted. ‘Poems of Passion’ (1883) gave her a national reputation. Her verse has been widely published in daily newspapers. In recent years she dealt more and more with subjects pertaining to the higher life, the brotherhood of man, faith in a future life, reincarnation, etc. Among her other publications, in verse, are ‘Drops of Water’ (1872); ‘Maurine and Other Poems’ (1876); ‘Poems of Pleasure’ (1887); ‘The Beautiful Land of Nod’ (1892), etc. She also wrote the novels ‘Mal Moulée’ (1885); ‘A Double Life’ (1890); ‘An Erring Woman's Love’ (1892); ‘The Story of a Literary Career’ (1904); ‘Poems of Sentiment’ (1906); ‘Poems of Progress and New Thought Pastels’ (1910); ‘Sailing Sunny Seas’ (1911); ‘Historical Mother Goose’ (1914); ‘Poems of Problems’ (1914); ‘The World and I’ (1919).