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# The Seven Seas/The First Chantey

THE FIRST CHANTEY
Mine was the woman to me, darkling I found her; Haling her dumb from the camp, held her and bound her. Hot rose her tribe on our track ere I had proved her; Hearing her laugh in the gloom, greatly I loved her.
Swift through the forest we ran; none stood to guard us, Few were my people and far; then the flood barred us— Him we call Son of the Sea, sullen and swollen. Panting we waited the death, stealer and stolen.
Yet ere they came to my lance laid for the slaughter, Lightly she leaped to a log lapped in the water; ​Holding on high and apart skins that arrayed her, Called she the God of the Wind that He should aid her.
Life had the tree at that word (Praise we the Giver!) Otter-like left he the bank for the full river. Far fell their axes behind, flashing and ringing, Wonder was on me and fear, yet she was singing!
Low lay the land we had left. Now the blue bound us, Even the Floor of the Gods level around us. Whisper there was not, nor word, shadow nor showing, Till the light stirred on the deep, glowing and growing.
Then did He leap to His place flaring from under, He the Compeller, the Sun, bared to our wonder. Nay, not a league from our eyes blinded with gazing, Cleared He the gate of the world, huge and amazing!
​This we beheld (and we live)—the Pit of the Burning! Then the God spoke to the tree for our returning; Back to the beach of our flight, fearless and slowly, Back to our slayers went he: but we were holy.
Men that were hot in that hunt, women that followed, Babes that were promised our bones, trembled and wallowed: Over the necks of the Tribe crouching and fawning— Prophet and priestess we came back from the dawning!
# The Seven Seas/The Derelict

THE DERELICT
'And reports the derelict Mary Pollock still at sea.'
SHIPPING NEWS.
I was the staunchest of our fleet Till the sea rose beneath our feet Unheralded, in hatred past all measure. Into his pits he stamped my crew, Buffeted, blinded, bound and threw, Bidding me eyeless wait upon his pleasure.
Man made me, and my will Is to my maker still, Whom now the currents con, the rollers steer— Lifting forlorn to spy Trailed smoke along the sky, Falling afraid lest any keel come near!
Wrenched as the lips of thirst, Wried, dried, and split and burst, Bone-bleached my decks, wind-scoured to the graining; ​And jarred at every roll The gear that was my soul Answers the anguish of my beams' complaining.
For life that crammed me full, Gangs of the prying gull That shriek and scrabble on the riven hatches! For roar that dumbed the gale, My hawse-pipes guttering wail, Sobbing my heart out through the uncounted watches!
Blind in the hot blue ring Through all my points I swing— Swing and return to shift the sun anew. Blind in my well-known sky I hear the stars go by, Mocking the prow that cannot hold one true!
White on my wasted path Wave after wave in wrath Frets 'gainst his fellow, warring where to send me. Flung forward, heaved aside, Witless and dazed I bide The mercy of the comber that shall end me.
​North where the bergs careen, The spray of seas unseen Smokes round my head and freezes in the falling; South where the corals breed, The footless, floating weed Folds me and fouls me, strake on strake upcrawling.
I that was clean to run My race against the sun— Strength on the deep, am bawd to all disaster— Whipped forth by night to meet My sister's careless feet, And with a kiss betray her to my master!
Man made me, and my will Is to my maker still— To him and his, our peoples at their pier: Lifting in hope to spy Trailed smoke along the sky, Falling afraid lest any keel come near!
# The Seven Seas/The Jacket

Also published in Barrack-Room Ballads (Second Series, 1896).
THE JACKET
Through the Plagues of Egyp' we was chasin' Arabi, Gettin' down an' shovin' in the sun; An' you might 'ave called us dirty, an' you might ha' called us dry, An' you might 'ave 'eard us talkin' at the gun. But the Captain 'ad 'is jacket, an' the jacket it was new— ('Orse Gunners, listen to my song!) An' the wettin' of the jacket is the proper thing to do, Nor we didn't keep 'im waiting very long.
One day they gave us orders for to shell a sand redoubt, Loadin' down the axle-arms with case; But the Captain knew 'is dooty, an' he took the crackers out An' he put some proper liquor in its place. ​An' the Captain saw the shrapnel, which is six-an'-thirty clear. ('Orse Gunners, listen to my song!) 'Will you draw the weight,' sez 'e, 'or will you draw the beer?' An' we didn't keep 'im waitin' very long.
For the Captain, etc.
Then we trotted gentle, not to break the bloomin' glass, Though the Arabites 'ad all their ranges marked; But we dursn't 'ardly gallop, for the most was bottled Bass, An' we'd dreamed of it since we was disembarked: So we fired economic with the shells we 'ad in 'and, ('Orse Gunners, listen to my song!) But the beggars under cover 'ad the impidence to stand, An' we couldn't keep 'em waitin' very long.
And the Captain, etc.
​So we finished 'arf the liquor (an' the Captain took champagne), An' the Arabites was shootin' all the while; An' we left our wounded 'appy with the empties on the plain, An' we used the bloomin' guns for pro-jectile! We limbered up an' galloped—there were nothin' else to do— ('Orse Gunners, listen to my song!) An' the Battery came a-boundin' like a boundin' kangaroo, But they didn't watch us comin' very long.
As the Captain, etc.
We was goin' most extended—we was drivin' very fine, An' the Arabites were loosin' 'igh an' wide, Till the Captain took the glassy with a rattlin' right incline, An' we dropped upon their 'eads the other side. ​Then we give 'em quarter—such as 'adn't up and cut ('Orse Gunners, listen to my song!), An' the Captain stood a limberful of fizzy—somethin' Brutt, But we didn't leave it fizzing very long.
For the Captain, etc.
We might ha' been court-martialled, but it all come out all right When they signalled us to join the main command. There was every round expended, there was every gunner tight, An' the Captain waved a corkscrew in 'is 'and
But the Captain 'ad 'is jacket, etc.
# The Seven Seas/The Answer

First published in Century Magazine (November 1892).
THE ANSWER
A Rose, in tatters on the garden path, Cried out to God and murmured 'gainst His Wrath, Because a sudden wind at twilight's hush Had snapped her stem alone of all the bush. And God, Who hears both sun-dried dust and sun, Had pity, whispering to that luckless one. 'Sister, in that thou sayest We did not well— What voices heardst thou when thy petals fell?' And the Rose answered, 'In that evil hour A voice said, "Father, wherefore falls the flower? For lo, the very gossamers are still." And a voice answered, "Son, by Allah's will!"'
Then softly as a rain-mist on the sward, Came to the Rose the Answer of the Lord: 'Sister, before We smote the dark in twain, Ere yet the stars saw one another plain, ​Time, Tide, and Space, We bound unto the task That thou shouldst fall, and such an one should ask.' Whereat the withered flower, all content, Died as they die whose days are innocent; While he who questioned why the flower fell Caught hold of God and saved his soul from Hell.
# The Troubadour; Catalogue of Pictures, and Historical Sketches/Cupid and Swallows Flying from Winter

CUPID AND SWALLOWS FLYING
FROM WINTER.
BY DAGLEY.
"We fly from the cold."
Away, away, o'er land and sea, This is now no home for me; My light wings may never bear Northern cloud or winter air. Murky shades are gathering fast, Sleet and snow are on the blast,
Trees from which the leaves are fled, Flowers whose very roots are dead, Grass of its green blade bereft, These are all that now are left. —Linger here another day, I shall be as sad as they; My companions fly with spring, I too must be on the wing.
 Where are the sweet gales whose song Wont to waft my darts along? Scented airs! oh, not like these, Rough as they which sweep the seas; But those sighs of rose which bring Incense from their wandering. Where are the bright flowers that kept Guard around me while I slept?
Where the sunny eyes whose beams Waken'd me from my soft dreams?— These are with the swallows gone,— Beauty's heart is chill'd to stone.
 Oh! for some sweet southern clime, Where 'tis ever summer time,— Where, if blossoms fall, their tomb Is amid new birth of bloom,— Where green leaves are ever springing, Where the lark is always singing,— One of those bright isles which lie Fair beneath an azure sky, Isles of cinnamon and spice, Shadow each of Paradise,— Where the flowers shine with dyes, Tinted bright from the sun-rise,—
Where the birds which drink their dew, Wave wings of yet brighter hue, And each river's course is roll'd Over bed of pearl and gold!
 Oh! for those lime-scented groves Where the Spanish lover roves, Tuning to the western star, His soft song and light guitar,— Where the dark hair'd girls are dancing, Fairies in the moonlight glancing, With pencill'd brows, and radiant eyes, Like their planet-lighted skies! Or those clear Italian lakes Where the silver cygnet makes Its soft nest of leaf and flower, A white lily for its bower!
Each of these a home would be, Fit for beauty and for me: I must seek their happier sphere While the Winter lords it here.
# The Tree of Heaven (collection)

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The Tree of Heaven, is something of a treat. There is an attempt to give these tales a semblance of continuity by introducing in the opening one an Eastern traveller steeped in psychic science, who proceeds during the progress of a dinner to prophesy to each of the guests in a curious manner, and speaking in symbolic language, some crucial occurrence in their lives. —Frederic Taber Cooper, "The Hammock Novel and Some Recent Books," The Bookman 1907. [Full review on the Talk page]
"'What's the use,' she said, 'of kissing a girl who is engaged?'"
The Tree of Heaven
Robert W. Chambers
AUTHOR OF "THE FIGHTING CHANCE," "IOLE," "THE TRACER OF LOST PERSONS," ETC.
D. APPLETON AND COMPANY NEW YORK MCMVII
Copyright, 1907, BY ROBERT W. CHAMBERS
Published May, 1907
TO MY FRIEND
AUSTIN CORBIN

### CONTENTS

* chapterpage
* I. The Carpet of Belshazzar 1
* II. The Sign of Venus 40
* III. The Case of Mr. Helmer 60
* IV. The Tree of Dreams 77
* V. The Bridal Pair 128
* VI. Ex Curia 153
* VII. The Golden Pool 176
* VIII. Out of the Depths 200
* IX. The Swastika 218
* X. The Ghost of Chance 258

### LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS

* FACING PAGE
* "'What's the use,' she said, 'of kissing a girl who is engaged?'" Frontispiece.
* "She dropped her head, striking chord on chord with nervous precision" 14
* "The girl in black stood motionless, watching him intently" 66
* "At the foot of the stairs she … made him a low reverence" 174
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# The Tree Uprooted

“The earth-bound giant now is free, is free”
* Shorter, Dora Sigerson (1918), "The Tree Uprooted" in The Sad Years
* Shorter, Dora Sigerson (1922), "The Tree Uprooted" in The Tricolour: Poems of the Irish Revolution
# The Washer Womans Song

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From Notebook c.1808-1811 p.42. See also: Satiric verses and epigrams.

#### Edited text:

The Washerwoman’s Song
I WASH’D them out and wash’d them in,
And they told me it was a great sin.
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#### The original text:

The Washer Womans Song
I washd them out & washd them in
And they told me it was a great Sin
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## Notes

* ↑ The Poetical Works of William Blake, including the unpublished French Revolution together with the Minor Prophetic Books and Selections from The Four Zoas, Milton & Jerusalem; edited with an introduction and textual notes by John Sampson, Hon. D.Litt. Oxon., 1862–1931. London, New York: Oxford University Press, 1908.
* ↑ Possibly a reference to Blake’s manner of using water-colour; cp. the allusion to ‘water’ in the preceding epigram.
* ↑ "The Complete Poetry & Prose of William Blake", ed. by David V. Erdman, Anchor Books, 1988, p. 510.
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# The Washington Newspaper/Volume 6

The Washington Newspaper
A Publication Dedicated to the Study and Improvement of Journalism in Washington
Published Monthly by the School of Journalism, University of Washington, Seattle
Entered as second class matter, October 19, 1915, at the Post Office at Seattle, Washington, under the Act of August 24, 1912
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The Washington Newspaper
A Publication Dedicated to the Study and Improvement of Journalism in Washington
INSTITUTE NUMBER
Published Monthly by the School of Journalism, University of Washington, Seattle
Entered as second class matter, October 19, 1915, at the Post Office at Seattle, Washington, under the Act of August 24, 1912
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# The Washington Newspaper/Volume 6/Editorial Hunches

Editorial Hunches
"Take an interest in better schools," urges The Rainier Valley Times. This editorial skillfully gets the reader's attention at the beginning by describing the opening day of the fall school term. Then it points out the moral of community cooperation.
The school-teacher problem national with a local end in every com munity. The Eatonville Dispatch urges its readers to meet and greet their new teachers. In view of the fact that periodicals with national circulation have been running experiences of teachers, especially women -teachers, in their columns, every town becomes a possible setting for some teacher to write a " confession " or " experience" story. Your town may be next. Why not vary the story so that your town will figure in a story with a pleasant setting ? Like The Eatonville Dis patch , you can help meet and greet the new teachers.
Do the churches in your town ad vertise ? The Deer Park Union gives arguments for church advertising and asserts that the local newspapers are the best mediums of advertising.
The Kansas City Star made the phrase, " Do You Know " nationally famous by using it as a heading for items of city interest that many resi dents of Kansas City did not know . The Mount Vernon Argus, quoting the Commercial Club Bulletin , tells how many persons registered to vote at the primaries, how many pupils are enrolled in the schools, what the bank de posits are, how many fire-proof buildings have been erected in the past year, how many members the Commercial club has. Do your own citizens know all the possibilities of their own town ? "Why is a Commercial Club ?" asks The Tacoma Ledger. Then it asks those who find fault with the Commer cial club if they belong - or if they do I elong, how much time and thought they devote to it . What is the atti tude of your city toward your Com mercial club ?
Have you ever been asked why you did not print that story about a certain man ? The Montesano Vidette says it knows of crimes and other things that it didn't mention, and adds : " When the time comes, if it does, that we believe a newspaper's duty is to tell all the news, we'll get a job at something else or go to the poor house ."
“How would you like to make a trip to the nearest city when you need a prescription filled in a hurry, withi death running you a race ?” asks The Kent Advertiser- Journal. This is the beginning of an editorial that ends with : " We are simply refreshing your memory in hopes the time may come when our people will conclude a town that is worth living in is worth trading in ." A trade -at-home thought this, in new clothes.
# The Washington Newspaper/Volume 6/State Press Executive Committee Named

State Press Executive Committee Named
President Clarence Ellington has named the following executive committee for the State Press Association the coming year: J. C. Kaynor, Ellensburg Record, chairman; Grant Angle, Mason County Journal; Dan Cloud, Montesano Vidette; J. C. Harrigan, Colville Examiner; Ray Eldridge, Mount Vernon Argus.
In naming this committee President Ellington says he has in view a committee that he feels will do things, that will represent geographically, various sections of the state, and at the same time will represent the weekly or country press. In naming the committee President Ellington calls attention also to the fact that the Institute at the University this winter and the summer sessions of the association at Rainier Park, are west side meetings.
Concerning the year in prospect President Ellington says: "Your president hopes the meetings of the coming year will bring out a larger representation of editors and newspaper men. Members who attend regularly keep the association alive and active, and individually get a great deal from all the meetings. But there are altogether too many of the newspaper fraternity who do not attend any of the meetings, and therefore miss obtaining great benefits that come to those who work cooperatively in a common cause. Unitedly the newspapermen of this state can accomplish anything they set out to accomplish. Moreover, if the association programs are not to the liking of all members of the profession in the state, by attending, they can make any changes they wish.
"The Institutes at the University each winter are not only enjoyable, but instructive as well, and those who do not attend certainly miss great opportunities for practical help in their ​everyday tasks. None of us are so old or experienced that we cannot new ideas. The industrial world is moving fast, and if we do not keep pace with it in our sphere, we are simply left behind. Others will not wait for us. We have many knotty problems to solve, from the editorial desk to the job press, and we hope to make our programs varied enough to cover the different departments of the printing and publishing business.
"I would urge on every newspaper man in the state to make a special effort to attend the University Institute this winter, and prepare now to attend the big meeting next summer in Rainier Park. The latter meeting will be primarily a vacation for the editors. But we also plan to make it one of the most practical and interesting business sessions in the history of our association. Will you not lend us your aid and your presence?"
# The Washington Newspaper

Organ of the Washington Press Association in the U.S. state of Washington.
* Volume 1 (1915) (external scan)
* Volume 2 (1916)
* Volume 3 (1917)
* Volume 4 (1918)
* Volume 5 (1919)
* Volume 6 (1920) (transcription project)
* Volume 7 (1921)
* Volume 8 (1922) (external scan)
* Volume 9 (1923) (external scan)
# The Washington Herald/In Memory of Pocahontas

The Washington Herald article on June 23, 1907 about the casting of the Pokahuntas Bell.
Memorial Window to Be Placed in Church at Gravesend
    From the Norfolk Ledger-Dispatch
The destination of the Pokahuntas Bell has not been decided nor will it be announced before December 1. It was presented to the Ter-Centennial Exposition and will remain upon the grounds until this date. Mrs A. S. Green, who is president, says this, and she knows what she is talking about. On account of so many conflicting statements she thinks it is best to give the facts.
Mrs. Green says that the body of Pocahontas lies under and with the ashes of the burnt church at Gravesend, and already the Pokahuntas Bell Assocation has started a movement to place a memorial window to honor and mark the appreciative estimation in which this great Indian woman is held by her country women.
This association would be very grateful and pleased to know and receive help of those who realize the importance of this effort. All who are willing to join in paying this debt of honor and patriotism are invited to communication with Mrs. A. S. Green at 124 College Place, Norfolk.
# The Star Bearer

"There were seven angels erst that spanned"
* Edmund Clarence Stedman (1897), "The Star Bearer" in Poems, now first collected.
* Edmund Clarence Stedman (1908), "The Star Bearer" in The poems of Edmund Clarence Stedman.
# The Star Rover

* Chapter 1
* Chapter 2
* Chapter 3
* Chapter 4
* Chapter 5
* Chapter 6
* Chapter 7
* Chapter 8
* Chapter 9
* Chapter 10
* Chapter 11
* Chapter 12
* Chapter 13
* Chapter 14
* Chapter 15
* Chapter 16
* Chapter 17
* Chapter 18
* Chapter 19
* Chapter 20
* Chapter 21
* Chapter 22
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# The Spirit of the Nation/My Land

MY LAND.
I.
She is a rich and rare land; Oh! she's a fresh and fair land; She is a dear and rare land— This native land of mine.
II.
No men than her's are braver— Her women's hearts ne'er waver; I'd freely die to save her, And think my lot divine.
III.
She's not a dull or cold land; No! she's a warm and bold land; Oh! she's a true and old land— This native land of mine.
IV.
Could beauty ever guard her, And virtue still reward her, No foe could cross her border— No friend within it pine!
V.
Oh, she's a fresh and fair land; Oh, she's a true and rare land! Yes, she's a rare and fair land— This native land of mine.
# The Spirit of the Nation/New Natural Philosophy

NEW NATURAL PHILOSOPHY.
I.
Buffon divides men into classes; But this, his druggist-shop conception, Is humbug—all alike are asses; I make myself even no exception. In fact, I'll prove myself an ass- ertor of truth—the more's the pity; And then make you, besides, an ass- entor to my dis-ass-trous ditty.
II.
There's Brougham and Vaux (Lord!) what an ass- ailant he is of poor Lord Melbourne! While Melbourne is himself an ass- ociate of glum-faced England's well born; Then in the House he's quite an ass- afœtida pill to Londonderry, Who is, by jing, a humdrum ass- everating twaddler, dull and dreary!
III.
O'Connell's a tremendous ass- aulter of tyranny and Tories; And we, The Nation, are his ass- istants, and share—hurrah!—his glories. Poor Lever's an acknowledged ass- pirant for fame and foolscap laurels; While Lover makes himself an ass- iduous refreshner of state morals.
IV.
Trash Gregg's a genuine assish ass- inine ass—only hear him braying! Grim, Orange Ernest is an ass- assin at heart, and thirsts for slaying! F. W. Conway is an ass- tonishing dab for quizzing quisses! And Cregan R.H.A.'s an ass-
V.
In short, the world is one great ass- emblage of hoaxed and hoaxing ninnies, 'Mong which even I myself am-ass More bran than grist—more jokes than guineas; Still I don't mind—nor care to ass- uage my distresses like your sobbers? Wrapped in my cloak, my grand cuir-ass, I laugh at all—Rads., Whigs, and robbers.