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# A Naval Biographical Dictionary/Paynter, John Pender

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​PAYNTER. (Commander, 1816. f-p., 13; h-p., 30.)
John Pender Paynter, born 1 Nov. 1788, is a cousin of Lieut. Chas. Paynter, R.N. His brother, ​Edw. Wm. Paynter, a Midshipman R.N., died in 1810 on board the Implacable 74, Capt. Geo. Cockburn.
This officer entered the Navy, 12 Feb. 1804, as Fst.-cl. Vol., on board the San Josef 110, Capts. John Tremayne Rodd and Tristram Robt. Bicketts, bearing the flag of Sir Chas. Cotton, under whom he attained the rating of Midshipman in Aug. of the same year. In Jan. 1806, up to which period he had been employed in the blockade of Brest, he rejoined Capt. Rodd on board the Indefatigable 44, in which ship, participating, in April, 1809, in Lord Cochrane’s attack upon the French fleet in Aix Roads, he was, on 12 of that month, for upwards of 10 hours under fire of the enemy’s batteries, and for 50 minutes engaged in close action with the Ville de Varsovie 80, which ship had run on shore during the preceding evening. He continued in the Indefatigable with Capt. Henry Edw. Reginald Baker until Feb. 1810; and on 1 Aug. in that year, after having been again employed, under the command of Capt. Rich. Dalling Dunn and the flag of Sir Chas. Cotton, on board the San Josef, was made Lieutenant into the Euryalus 36, Capts. Geo. Heneage Lawrence Dundas, Abel Ferris, Thos. Ussher, Jeremiah Coghlan, and Chas. Napier. Under Capt. Dundas he took part in several battery actions on the coast of Calabria; and, under Capt. Napier, besides contributing to the capture, 16 May, 1813, of La Fortune national xebec, of 10 guns, 4 swivels, and 95 men, together with upwards of 20 sail of merchantmen lying in the harbour of Cavalarie, he assisted in the following winter in simultaneously driving on shore, in Calvi Bay, the Balleine French store-ship of 22 guns and 120 men, and compelling a gaberre of 30 guns and 150 men, laden with stores, and a national schooner of the largest class, to seek refuge under the land batteries. In 1814 Mr. Paynter, having accompanied a fleet of transports to North America, was further present at the capture, up the Patuxeut river, of Fort Washington, and the capitulation of Alexandria. Becoming, 25 March, 1815, Flag-Lieutenaut to Lord Exmouth in the Boyne 98, he beheld, in the course of that year, the surrender of Naples, and afterwards visited the Barbary States for the purpose of endeavouring to procure the release of Christian slaves. At Algiers, being sent on shore to demand the release from custody of the English Consul, Colonel Macdonald, he was himself seized by the Dey, and lodged in the Black Hole. The menacing aspect subsequently assumed by the British fleet procured his enlargement; and on his return to England he was advanced to the rank of Commander 7 Nov. 1816. He has since been on half-pay.
# A Persian Song

* "A Persian Song of Hafez" in Poems, Consisting Chiefly of Translations from the Asiatick Languages (1777)
* "A Persian Song" in Poets of John Company (1921)
# A Pawned Character

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English-language translations of Zastavená povaha include:
* A Pawned Character, in The International, vol. 1, no. 3, translated by Rose Marie Humpal (1896)
* The Exchange, in Famous Stories from Foreign Countries, translated by Edna Worthley Underwood (1921).
# A Patriotic song, or, Bonaparte will be here/A Patriotic song, or, Bonaparte will be here

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A
PATRIOTIC SONG,
Abstracted from the Aberdeen Journal.
Tune, Tillochgorum.
COME a’ ye gallant Scottish swains, Frae town and cottage, hills and plains, Let every village beat to arms, and join the warlike quorum.
For Bonaparte he’ll be here, Bonaparte, Bonaparte, For Bonparte he’ll be here, The muckle devil fmore him.
For Bonaparte he’ll be here, He winna leave us horfe nor mare, He’ll take our other gaun gear, and drive them a’ before him.
But let us true and faithful stand, With heart to heart, and hand to hand, Then let the rascals try to land, We fall be there before ’em.
​We winna flench nor will we flee, We winna flench, we winna flee, We winna flench, we winna flee, For fifty hundred fcore o’ ⟨them⟩.
We winna flench, we winna flee, Until our vengeance glutted be, And parties only live to see, The gully made to gore ’em.
Why does this base usurper boast, That he’ll invade our Brtish coast, We’ll sha him Sodgers to his cost, Was born lang before him.
He’ll find our Courage still the same, We’ll turn his glory to his shame, Our auld Claymore we’ll try again, And Highland blood devour him.
He’ll find our courage still the same, He’ll find our courage, find our courage, He’ll find our courage still the same, As when we last rang owr ’em.
Come come brave fellows let us join, Let us invoke the Powers Divine, To whet our spears to form the line, And guard the field before him.
Then we’ll protect our King and cause, Our lives, liberties and laws, And they that winna join the cause, Let all the world abhore ’em.
​Come a’ brave fellows north about, Most Noble Huntly calls you out, Come to his Standard, never doubt, The Noble Youth's before you.
Most Noble Huntly, great in fame, Noble Huntly, Noble Huntly, Most Noble ⟨Huntly⟩, great in fame, And great in warlike story.
Most Noble Huntly, great in fame, May ⟨future feats⟩ confirm the same, And ⟨virtuous deeds⟩ enrol thy name, In never fading glory.
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# A Patriotic song, or, Bonaparte will be here/A new song, in favour of our militia

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A
NEW SONG
In favour of our Militia.
YOUNG men that are stout, and likewise valiant hearted, Let them be soldiers, if that they want to gain: For in time they will find, Things contrary to their mind; And after a pleasure they will find its a pain.
Oh Jean do not grieve Although I’m going from you, Away from your presence I’m forced for to go. You’re a grief in my mind, To leave you here behind; I cannot take you with me to great hardship and woe.
​My dear, I’m drawn To the Militia: In the Town of Aberdeen I muft appear this day, There are many a valiant man Along with me to join; Come let us drink a health to Great George our King.
See how we all will fight, And its all for Britain’s glory: Fighting will be our delight, either by land or sea, We will let the French to know, And that to their sad woe, The sons of bold Britain never conquered shall be.
Come along brave boys, See how the wars call on us, Hark how our drums do beat, and trumpets sweetly blow: ​We will never be afraid, Nor yet the least dismay’d; Providence will aid us, wherever we may go.
See how we'll draw them up Like sheep unto the slaughter; Nothing but death will they be expecting every hour, With our top upon our right We’ll be ready all to fight; Lo yonder stands our enemy as black as a cloud.
Our General will say to the left, About, make ready; Open to the right and left, and let their horsemen in, We’ll falute them with ball, Until we catch them all; Then we’ll fight them fword in hand brave boys, never fear.
​Many a widow will be Lamenting for her husband, Many a loving mother will weep for her son; Saying, now they are all gone, And left us hear to mourn, We need not sit and strive againft Great George our King.
I wish the Disposer Of all things unto us Would bring this sad war, and conclude it to an end, That we may return all safely home, With our friends once more to join, With love and peace be with us all, and long live our King.
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# A Peep into the Palatinate

Serial article published in Once a Week.
* Part 1
* Part 2
# After Many Days

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* After Many Days, a poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar.
* After Many Days, a poem by Richard Watson Gilder.
# After Love

* Teasdale, Sara (1915), "After Love" in Rivers to the Sea.
* Teasdale, Sara (1917), "After Love" in Love Songs.
# After Election

The day's sharp strife is ended now, Our work is done, God knoweth how! As on the thronged, unrestful town The patience of the moon looks down, I wait to hear, beside the wire, The voices of its tongues of fire.
Slow, doubtful, faint, they seem at first Be strong, my heart, to know the worst! Hark! there the Alleghanies spoke; That sound from lake and prairie broke, That sunset-gun of triumph rent The silence of a continent!
That signal from Nebraska sprung, This, from Nevada's mountain tongue! Is that thy answer, strong and free, O loyal heart of Tennessee? What strange, glad voice is that which calls From Wagner's grave and Sumter's walls?
From Mississippi's fountain-head A sound as of the bison's tread! There rustled freedom's Charter Oak In that wild burst the Ozarks spoke! Cheer answers cheer from rise to set Of sun. We have a country yet!
The praise, O God, be thine alone! Thou givest not for bread a stone; Thou hast not led us through the night To blind us with returning light; Not through the furnace have we passed, To perish at its mouth at last.
O night of peace, thy flight restrain! November's moon, be slow to wane! Shine on the freedman's cabin floor, On brows of prayer a blessing pour; And give, with full assurance blest, The weary heart of Freedom rest!
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# After Many Days (Dunbar)

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AFTER MANY DAYS
I've always been a faithful man  An' tried to live for duty, But the stringent mode of life  Has somewhat lost its beauty.
The story of the generous bread  He sent upon the waters, Which after many days returns  To trusting sons and daughters,
Had oft impressed me, so I want  My soul influenced by it, And bought a loaf of bread and sought  A stream where I could try it.
I cast my bread upon the waves  And fancied then to await it; It had not floated far away  When a fish came up and ate it.
And if I want both fish and bread,  And surely both I'm wanting, About the only way I see  Is for me to go fishing.
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# After Parting

* Teasdale, Sara (1915), "After Parting" in Rivers to the Sea.
* Teasdale, Sara (1917), "After Parting" in Love Songs.
# A Poem of Felicia Hemans in The Edinburgh Literary Journal 1830/Good Night

The Edinburgh Literary Journal, October 1830, Pages 247-248
GOOD NIGHT.
WRITTEN FOR ONE OF THE GERMAN MELODIES SUNG BY THE HERMANNS. By Mrs Hemans.
Day is past!
Stars have set their watch at last;
Founts, that through the deep woods flow,
Make sweet sound, unheard till now;
Flowers have shut with fading light—
Good Night!
 Go to rest!
Sleep sit dove-light on thy breast!
If within that secret cell
One dark form of memory dwell,
Be it mantled from thy sight!
Good Night!
 Joy be thine!
Kind looks o'er thy slumber shine!
Go, and in the spirit-land
Meet thy home's long-parted band,
Be their eyes all love and light—
Good Night!
 Peace to all!
Dreams of Heaven on mourners fall!
Exile, o'er thy couch may gleams
Pass from thine own mountain streams!
Bard, away to worlds more bright!
Good Night!
# A Poem of Felicia Hemans in The Keepsake, 1828/The Spirit's Mysteries

THE SPIRIT'S MYSTERIES.
The power that dwelleth in sweet sounds to waken
Vague yearnings, like the sailor's from the shore,
And dim remembrances, whose hue seems taken
From some bright former state, our own no more;
Is not this all a mystery? who shall say
Whence are those thoughts, and whither tends their way?
The sudden images of vanish'd things,
That o'er the spirit flash, we know not why;
Tones from some broken harp's deserted strings,
Warm sunset hues of Summers long gone by;
A rippling wave—the dashing of an oar,—
A flower-scent floating past our parent's door;
A word—scarce noted in its hour perchance,
Yet back returning with a plaintive tone;
A smile—a sunny or a mournful glance,
Full of sweet meanings now from this world flown,—
Are not these mysteries when to life they start,
And press vain Spring-showers from the blighted heart?
And the far wanderings of the soul in dreams,
Calling up shrouded faces from the dead,
And with them bringing soft or solemn gleams,
Familiar objects brightly to o'erspread,
And wakening buried love, or joy, or fear—
These are Night's Mysteries—who shall make them clear?
And the strange inborn sense of coming ill,
That sometimes whispers to the haunted breast,
In a low sighing tone, which nought can still,
Mid feasts and melodies a secret guest;—
Whence doth that murmur come, that shadow fall?
Why shakes the spirit thus?—'tis Mystery all!
Darkly we move—we press upon the brink
Haply of unseen worlds, and know it not!
Yes! it may be, that nearer than we think
Are those whom Death hath parted from our lot. Fearfully, wondrously, our souls are made—
Let us walk humbly on, yet undismay'd!
Humbly—for knowledge strives in vain to feel
Her way among these marvels of the mind;
Yet undismay'd—for do they not reveal
Th' immortal nature with our dust entwin'd?
So let us deem! and ev'n the tears they wake
Shall then be bless' d, for that high Nature's sake.
# A Poem of Felicia Hemans in The Forget Me Not, 1826

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* Evening Prayer at a Girls' School
# A Poem of Felicia Hemans in The Juvenile Forget Me Not, 1834/The Bird at Sea

The Juvenile Forget Me Not, 1834, pages 53-54
THE BIRD AT SEA.
BY MRS. HEMANS.
"Bird of the greenwood! Oh! why art thou here? Leaves dance not o'er thee, Flowers bloom not near: All the sweet waters Far hence are at play— Bird of the greenwood, Away, away!
Midst the wild billows Thy place will not be, As midst the wavings Of wild rose and tree: How shouldst thou battle With storm and with spray?— Bird of the greenwood, Away, away!
Or art thou seeking Some brighter land, Where by the south wind Vine-leaves are fann'd? Midst the wild billows Why then delay?— Bird of the greenwood, Away, away!"
"Chide not my lingering Where waves are dark! A hand that hath nursed me Is in the bark— A heart that hath cherish'd Through winter's long day— So I turn from the greenwood Away, away!"
# A Poem of Felicia Hemans in The Juvenile Forget Me Not, 1835

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* Invocation to Dreams
# A Poem of Felicia Hemans in The Forget Me Not, 1826/Evening Prayer at a Girls’ School

EVENING PRAYER
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EVENING PRAYER AT A GIRLS' SCHOOL.
By Mrs. HEMANS.
Now in thy youth, beseech of Him
 Who giveth, upbraiding not,
That his light in thy heart become not dim,
 And his love be unforgot;
And thy God, in the darkest of days, will be
Greenness, and beauty, and strength, to thee.
Bernard Barton.
Hush! 'tis a holy hour!—the quiet room
 Seems like a temple, while yon soft lamp sheds
A faint and starry radiance, through the gloom
 And the sweet stillness, down on bright young heads,
With all their clustering locks, untouch'd by care,
And bow'd—as flowers are bow'd with night—in prayer.
Gaze on, 'tis lovely!—childhood's lip and cheek,
 Mantling beneath its earnest brow of thought!
Gaze, yet what seest thou in those fair and meek
And fragile things, as but for sunshine wrought?
—Thou seest what grief must nurture for the sky,
What death must fashion for eternity!
O joyous creatures! that will sink to rest
 Lightly, when those pure orisons are done,
As birds with slumber's honey-dew oppress'd,
 Midst the dim folded leaves, at set of sun;
Lift up your hearts! tho' yet no sorrow lies
Dark in the summer-heaven of those clear eyes.
Though fresh within your breasts th' untroubled springs
 Of hope make melody where'er ye tread,
And o'er your sleep bright shadows, from the wings
 Of spirits visiting but youth, be spread;
Yet in those flute-like voices, mingling low,
Is woman's tenderness—how soon her woe!
Her lot is on you!—silent, tears to weep,
 And patient smiles to wear through suffering's hour,
And sumless riches, from affection's deep,
 To pour on broken reeds—a wasted shower!
And to make idols, and to find them clay,
And to bewail that worship—therefore pray!
Her lot is on you!—to be found untir'd,
 Watching the stars out by the bed of pain,
With a pale cheek, and yet a brow inspir'd,
 And a true heart of hope, though hope be vain!
Meekly to bear with wrong, to cheer decay,
And, oh! to love through all things—therefore pray!
And take the thought of this calm vesper-time,
 With its low murmuring sounds and silvery light,
On through the dark days fading from their prime,  As a sweet dew to keep your souls from blight!
Earth will forsake—Oh! happy to have given
Th' unbroken heart's first fragrance unto Heaven!
# A Poem of Felicia Hemans in The Juvenile Forget Me Not, 1834

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* The Bird at Sea
# A Poem of Felicia Hemans in The Keepsake, 1829

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# A Poem of Felicia Hemans in The Juvenile Forget Me Not, 1835/Invocation to Dreams

The Juvenile Forget Me Not, 1835, pages 47-48
INVOCATION TO DREAMS.
WRITTEN IN EARLY YOUTH.
By FELICIA HEMANS.
The clouds of night, the wings of sleep,
 Are brooding now o'er hill and heath;
 Too startling for the silence deep,
 Were music's faintest breath.
Descend, ye visions, from aerial bowers,
To glorify your own soft, silent hours.
 In hope or fear, in toil or pain,
 The weary day for man hath pass'd;
 Now, dreams of bliss, be yours to reign,
 Now let your spells be cast!
Steal from lone hearts the pang, sad eyes the tear,
And lift the veil that hides a brighter sphere.
 Oh! bear your kindliest balm to those
 Who fondly, vainly, mourn the dead;
 To them that world of peace disclose,
 Where the pure soul is fled,—
Where love, immortal in his native clime,
Shall fear no pang from fate, no blight from time.
Haste! to his lov'd, his distant land,
 On your light wings the exile bear;
 To feel once more his heart expand,
 In his own mountain-air,—
Hear the wild echoes well-known strains repeat,
And bless each note, as heaven's own music sweet.
 But oh! with fancy's brightest ray,
 Kind dreams! the bard's repose illume;
 Bid forms of heaven around him play,
 And bowers of Eden bloom!
He needs those glimpses of his native skies,
To light him on through life's realities.
 No voice is on the air of night,
 Through folded leaves no murmurs creep;
 Nor star nor moonbeam's dewy light
 Falls on the brow of sleep:
Descend, oh visions! from aërial bowers,
Dim, silent, solemn, are your chosen hours.
# A Poem of Felicia Hemans in The Keepsake, 1828

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# A Short Biographical Dictionary of English Literature/Appendix of Living Writers/Fisher, Herbert Albert Laurens

See also H. A. L. Fisher on Wikipedia.
​Fisher, Herbert Albert Laurens (1865).—Historian. The Mediæval Empire (1898), Studies in Napoleonic Statesmanship (1903), A Political History of England (1906), Bonapartism (1908), etc.
# A Short Biographical Dictionary of English Literature/Appendix of Living Writers/Fison, Lorimer, D.D.

See also Lorimer Fison on Wikipedia.
​Fison, Lorimer, D.D. (1832).—Anthropologist. Kamibaroi and Kurnai, Group Marriage and Marriage by Elopement (with A. W. Hewitt), Land Tenure in Fiji, Tales from Old Fiji, etc.
# A Short Biographical Dictionary of English Literature/Appendix of Living Writers/Fowler, Ellen Thorneycroft (Mrs. Felkin)

See also Ellen Thorneycroft Fowler on Wikipedia.
​Fowler, Ellen Thorneycroft (Mrs. Felkin).—Novelist, etc. Concerning Isabel Carnaby (1898), A Double Thread (1899), The Farringdons (1900), Fuel of Fire (1902), and with A. L. Felkin, Kate of Kate Hall (1904), In Subjection (1906), also some books of verse, etc.
# A Short Biographical Dictionary of English Literature/Appendix of Living Writers/Fraser, Alexander Campbell, LL.D., D.C.L.

See also Alexander Campbell Fraser on Wikipedia.
​Fraser, Alexander Campbell, LL.D., D.C.L. (1819).—Philosopher. Essays in Philosophy (1846-56), Collected Works of Bishop Berkeley, annotated (1871), Life and Letters of Berkeley (1871), Locke's Essay on the Human Understanding with Prolegomena, etc. (1894), Philosophy of Theism (1898), Biographia Philosophica (1904), Berkeley and Spiritual Realism (1907), etc.