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# The Poetical Works of William Motherwell/The Parting

The Parting.
Oh! is it thus we part, And thus we say farewell, As if in neither heart Affection e'er did dwell? And is it thus we sunder Without or sigh or tear, As if it were a wonder We e'er held other dear?
We part upon the spot, With cold and clouded brow, Where first it was our lot To breathe love's fondest vows! The vow both then did tender Within this hallowed shade— These vows we now surrender, Heart-bankrupts both are made!
Thy hand is cold as mine, As lustreless thine eye; Thy bosom gives no sign That it could ever sigh Well, well! adieu's soon spoken, 'Tis but a parting phrase, Yet said, I fear, heart-broken We'll live our after days!
Thine eye no tear will shed; Mine is as proudly dry; But many an aching head Is ours before we die! From pride we both can borrow— To part we both may dare— But the heart-break of to-morrow, Nor you nor I can bear!
# The Poetical Works of William Motherwell/The Merry Gallant

The Merry Gallant.
The Merry Gallant girds his sword, And dons his helm in mickle glee! He leaves behind his lady love For tented fields and deeds which prove Stout hardiment and constancy.
When round him rings the din of arms— The notes of high-born chivalry, He thinks not of his bird in bower, And scorns to own Love's tyrant power Amid the combats of the Free.
Yet in the midnight watch, I trow, When cresset lights all feebly burn, Will hermit Fancy sometimes roam With eager travel back to home, Where smiles and tears await—return.
"Away! away!" he boldly sings, "Be thrown those thoughts which cling to me;
That mournful look and glistering eye— That quivering lip and broken sigh;— Why crowd each shrine of memory?
"O, that to-morrow's dawn would rise To light me on my path of glory, Where I may pluck from niggard fame Her bravest laurels—and the name That long shall live in minstrel story!
"Then, when my thirst for fame is dead, Soft love may claim his wonted due; But now, when levelled lances gleam, And chargers snort, and banners stream, To lady's love a long adieu!"
# The Poetical Works of William Motherwell/The Mermaiden

The Mermaiden.
'The nicht is mirk, and the wind blaws schill, And the white faem weets my bree, And my mind misgi'es me, gay maiden, That the land we sail never see!' Then up and spak' the mermaiden, And she spak' blythe and free, 'I never said to my bonnie bridegroom, That on land we sud weddit be.
'Oh! I never said that ane erthlie priest Our bridal blessing should gi'e, And I never said that a landwart bouir Should hauld my love and me.' 'And whare is that priest, my bonnie maiden, If ane erthlie wicht is na he?' 'Oh! the wind will sough, and the sea will rair, When weddit we twa sail be.'
'And whare is that bouir, my bonnie maiden, If on land it sud na be?' 'Oh! my blythe bouir is low,' said the mermaiden, 'In the bonnie green howes of the sea:
My gay bouir is biggit o' the gude ships' keels, And the banes o' the drowned at sea; The fisch are the deer that fill my parks, And the water waste my dourie.
'And my bouir is sklaitit wi' the big blue waves, And paved wi' the yellow sand, And in my chaumers grow bonnie white flowers That never grew on land. And have ye e'er seen, my bonnie bridegroom, A leman on earth that wud gi'e Aiker for aiker o' the red plough'd land, As I'll gi'e to thee o' the sea?
'The mune will rise in half ane hour, And the wee bright starns will schine; Then we'll sink to my bouir, 'neath the wan water Full fifty fathom and nine!' A wild, wild skreich gi'ed the fey bridegroom, And a loud, loud lauch, the bride; For the mune raise up, and the twa sank down Under the silver'd tide.
# The Poetical Works of William Motherwell/The Midnight Lamp

The Midnight Lamp.
Thou pale and sickly lamp, Now glimmering like the glow-worm of the swamp, Shine on, I pray thee, for another hour, And shed thy wan and feeble lustre o'er This precious volume of forgotten lore My eyes devour. Shine on, I pray thee, but some little while Soon w'ill the morning's ruddy smile Peep through the casement, like a well-known guest, And give thee needful rest.
Even now the grey owl seeks his nest; And in the farm-yards, lusty cocks begin To flap their wings, and, with a rousing din, Cheer on the lagging morn. Right soon the careful churle will go To view his ripening corn; And up, and up, in a merry row, A thousand many-voiced birds will spring, And in one general chorus sing Their matins to the skies.
Then live some little while, poor sickening light, And glad my aching eyes; Thou wilt not die until the morrow bright Has seen thy exequies. Thou wilt not quit me like a thankless one, Who, when grief closes with the fainting heart, Doth shape his leave. I pray thee tarry, then. Alas! thou'rt gone. Pity it is that in this mood we part.
# The Poetical Works of William Motherwell/The Past and the Future

The Past and the Future.
I've looked, and trusted, sighed, and loved my last! The dream hath vanished, the hot fever's past That parched my youth! Though cheerless was the matin of my years, And dim life's dawning through a vale of tears, Yet Hope, in ruth, With smile persuasive, evermore would say— 'Live on, live on!—Expect Joy's summer day'— Vain counsel, void of truth!
Yes, to the world Tve clung with fond embrace, And each succeeding day did more efface Its hollow joys, And friends died out around me every where, And I was left to be the idle stare Of vagrant boys— A land-mark on the ever-shifting tide Of fashion, folly, impudence and pride, And ribald noise.
Yes, I have lived, and lived until I knew The world ne'er alters its ungrateful hue, And glance malign; And though, at times, some chance-sown noble spirit Its wilderness a season may inherit, In want and pine, Yet these be weeded soon, and pass away, All unbefriended, to their funeral clay!
Array thyself for flight, my soul, nor tarry— Thou bird of glory ne'er wert doomed to marry A sphere so rude— But to be mated with some hermit star, O'er heaven's soft azure keeping watch afar, In pulchritude: Uplift thy pinions, seek thy resting-place, Where kindred spirits long for thy embrace— Dear brotherhood.
# The Poetical Works of William Motherwell/The Lone Thorn

The Lone Thorn.
Beneath the scant shade of an aged thorn, Silvered with age, and mossy with decay, I stood, and there bethought me of its mom Of verdant lustyhood, long passed away; Of its meridian vigour, now outworn By cankering years, and by the tempest's sway Bared to the pitying glebe.—Companionless, Stands the gray thorn complaining to the wind— Of all the old wood's leafy loveliness The sole memorial that lags behind; Its compeers perished in their youthfulness, Though round the earth their roots seem'd firmly twined: How sad it is to be so anchored here As to outlive one's mates, and die without a tear!
# The Poetical Works of William Motherwell/The Love-Lorn Knight and the Damsel Pitiless

The Love-Lorn Knight and the Damsel Pitiless.
'Uplift the Gonfanons of war—exalt the ruddy Rood— Arise ye winds and bear me on against the Paynim brood! Farewell to forest-cinctured halls, farewell to song and glee, For toilsome march and clash of swords in glorious Galilee! And grace to thee, haught damoisel—I ask no parting tear— Another love may greet thee when I'm laid upon my bier!
'My bark upon the foaming flood shall bound before the gale, Like arrow in its flight, until the Holy Land we hail; Then firmly shall our anchors grasp the belt of Eastern land, For planks will shrink and cordage rot ere we regain this strand;
And welcome be the trumpet's sound, the war-steed's tramp and neigh, And death, for Palestina's cause, in the battle's hot mellay!'
O never for that love-lorn youth did vessel cleave the seas! The hand of death was on the lips that wooed the ocean breeze; They bare him to the damoisel, they laid him at her knee, Though knight and pilgrim wept aloud—no tear dropt that ladye— Three times she kissed the clay-cold brow of her unbidden guest, Then took the vows at Mary's shrine, and there her ashes rest.
# The Poetical Works of William Motherwell/The Midnight Wind

The Midnight Wind.
Mournfully! O, mournfully This midnight wind doth sigh, Like some sweet plaintive melody Of ages long gone by: It speaks a tale of other years— Of hopes that bloomed to die— Of sunny smiles that set in tears, And loves that mouldering lie!
Mournfully! O, mournfully This midnight wind doth moan; It stirs some chord of memory In each dull heavy tone: The voices of the much-loved dead Seem floating thereupon— All, all my fond heart cherished Ere death had made it lone.
Mournfully! O, mournfully This midnight wind doth swell,
With its quaint pensive minstrelsy, Hope's passionate farewell To the dreamy joys of early years, Ere yet griefs canker fell On the heart's bloom—ay! well may tears Start at that parting knell!
# The Poetical Works of William Motherwell/The Lean Lover

The Lean Lover.
I paced, an easy rambler, Along the surf-washed shore— And watched the noble freightage The swelling ocean bore. I met a moody fellow Who thus discoursed his wo— 'Across the inconstant waters, Deceitful woman, go!
'I loved that beauteous lady— More truly wight ne'er loved— I loved that high-born lady, My faith she long had proved': Her troth to me she plighted With passion's amorous show— Go o'er the inconstant waters, Ungrateful worldling, go!
'Be mine yon cliff-perched chapel Which beetles o'er the deep;
There, like some way-worn palmer. I'll sit me down and weep. I'll note upon the billows Her lessening sail of snow, And waft across the waters— Go, fleeting fair one, go!'
He clambered to the chapel That toppled o'er the deep— There, like a way-worn palmer, He laid him down to weep: And still I heard his wailing Upon the strand below— 'Go o'er the inconstant waters, Go, faithless woman, go!'
# The Pima Indians/Linguistics/Speeches

Vocabularies - Songs - Speeches Elder Brother as He Restored Himself to Life · Opening of Rain Ceremony · Going to War · War Chief Urging People to Go on the Warpath Against the Apaches · First Night on the Warpath, First Speech · First Night on the Warpath, Second Speech · The Warpath, First Speech · The Warpath, Second Speech · The Warpath, Third Speech · The Warpath, Fourth Speech
LINGUISTICS
Speeches
Set speeches which recited portions of the cosmogonical myth were a feature of many ceremonies and were especially important in the preparation for war. They were slightly adapted for each occasion but their general content remained the same. Highly figurative language is used and in consequence it is extremely difficult to obtain even an approximately correct translation. The free translation offered is the result of many discussions with the older men.
In the ten speeches here given reference is made to the following deities, magicians, etc.:
| Elder Brother. Earth Doctor. South Doctor. Vulture. Talking Tree. Sun. Gray Gopher. Black, Blue, and White Mocking-bird. Kuvĭk. Gray Spider. Blue Gopher. | Black, Blue, Red, and White Measuring Worm. Lightning Magician. Thunder Magician. Wind Magician. Foam Magician. Sinking Magician. Vakolif Magician. Vikârskam. Nasia. Old Woman Magician | White, Blue, Black, and Yellow Dragonfly. Yellow Spider. Down Roll. Yellow Raven. Bluebird. Mountain. Mocking Bird. Blue Coyote. Black Kangaroo Mouse. Owl. |
# The Pima Indians/Plate 12

CHOLLA CACTUS (OPUNTIA BIGELOVII ENGELM.)
# The Pima Indians/Plate 15

| a Upper surface of riding saddle | c Horsehair cinch | b Under surface of riding saddle |
RIDING SADDLE AND CINCH
# The Pima Indians/Plate 1

SACATON
# The Pima Indians/Plate 10

* a Mesquite (Prosopis velutina)
* b Paloverde (Parkinsonia torreyana)
MESQUITE AND PALOVERDE
# The Pima Indians/Plate 11

* a Pima fields
* b Kwahadk' village
* c Hohokam fields
FIELDS AND VILLAGE IN PIMERÍA
# The Pima Indians/Plate 14

| a | b | c | d | e |
ÂʼMINA
# The Pima Indians/Plate 13

* a War bow
* b Hunting bow
* c Hunting arrows
* d Quiver of wild-cat skin
PIMA WEAPONS
# The New Student's Reference Work/Dow, Neal

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​ Dow, Neal (1804-97), to whom is due the prohibition-law of Maine, was born at Portland in that state. He was famous as a temperance-orator and the founder of temperance-societies in Canada and England as well as in the United States. He fought in the Civil War, and for the greater part of a year was a prisoner in the hands of the Confederates. In 1880 he was the prohibitionist candidate for the presidency.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Dowling, The Right Reverend Thomas J.

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​ Dowling, The Right Reverend Thomas J., was born in Ireland in 1840, but was educated at St. Michael's College, Toronto. He was parish-priest at Paris, Ontario, for 22 years, administrator of the diocese of Hamilton in 1883, bishop of Peterboro in 1887, and was transferred to the bishopric of Hamilton in 1889.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Draft-Riots

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​Draft-Riots. These riots resulted from the enforcement of the conscription act, passed March 3, 1863, to fill up the ranks of the army, which was no longer adequately supplied by volunteers or by the state-drafts. Congress divided the north into enrolment-districts, each under the charge of a provost-marshal; he in turn was responsible to the provost-marshal-general, an officer of the war-department. By this act all “able-bodied male citizens of the United States” and foreigners intending to become citizens, between the ages of 20 and 45, were enrolled and became liable to three years' military service. There had been riots in Pennsylvania and Wisconsin over state-drafts, but the most serious were those in New York City. On Monday, July 13, 1863, after the lots had been drawn for about half an hour, a mob of some thousand men began to hurl brickbats and paving-stones into the marshal's office. The crowd increased, the drafting-office was destroyed, and the building fired. The few soldiers available were routed, and the police overpowered. Other draft-offices were set on fire, and the firemen prevented from putting out the blaze. Other houses then were burned, belonging to people whom the crowd thought responsible for the war and the draft. Then, as the crowd grew larger and fiercer, it seized upon many negroes, cruelly beat them, and in many cases killed them, burning the bodies. For one night New York City was practically at the mercy of the mob. On Tuesday, July 15, thieves joined the mob, and matters became worse. Governor Seymour addressed them from the City Hall in a weak speech. Towards evening about 800 troops joined the weary police, and some headway was made. On Wednesday it was announced that the draft had been suspended in New York City and Brooklyn. The mob subsided. Militia at the same time arrived and began to rake the streets with cannon wherever occasion offered. By Friday all rioting was at an end. About 1,000 were killed, chiefly members of the mobs. The damage to property was about $1,500,000.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Doyle, Sir Arthur Conan

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* A. CONAN DOYLE
Doyle, Sir Arthur Conan, British novelist and physician, was born at Edinburgh, Scotland, May 22, 1859, and was educated at Stonyhurst, in Germany and at Edinburgh University, where he studied medicine, graduating in 1881 and taking his M. D. degree in 1885. While practicing at Southsea, he began to write for Chamber's Journal and other periodicals. He then essayed fiction at some length and published A Study in Scarlet, Micah Clarke, The Sign of the Four and The White Company. The success of these novels led to Dr. Doyle's abandoning medicine professionally. He then produced a clever series of detective stories, The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes, after which appeared The Exploits of Brigadier Gerard, The Tragedy of the Korosko and other tales. He has also written verse and a play, A Story of Waterloo, which was successfully staged by Sir Henry Irving. Dr. Doyle has been a great traveler. When he visited South Africa and the scenes of the struggles between Britain and the Dutch burghers, the result was a work entitled The Boer War. He was knighted in 1902.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Draco

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​ Draco (drā′kō), a Greek legislator and the author of Athens' first code of laws, was born ​about 621 B. C. He probably simply put in writing the laws which were customary in his time; but these laws seem harsh and cruel to people of later times. Draco has had to bear the blame of their severity. His laws ordered how a child must be brought up from its birth, and educated, and what his duties were when he became a man. Plutarch says that death was the penalty for nearly every crime. The writing of the laws was probably intended to prevent the archons, who were at the head of the government, from abusing the rights of the people. Nothing is known of Draco's life.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Drago Doctrine

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​Drago Doctrine. A theory advanced in 1902 by Dr. Luis Drago, Argentine minister of public affairs, as an extension of the Monroe doctrine, to the effect that the debts of a nation should not be collected by its creditor-nation by force. It was modified in 1907 to the effect that the claims should be argued through the courts of the debtor country up to the Hague Tribunal, whose decision, if unfulfilled, may permit of such forcible measures. Dr. Drago published his theory at the time when England and Germany were trying to exact their dues from Venezuela. It was not received very favorably at first, but was finally submitted to the Hague Conference for approval and adoption.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Dover (Delaware)

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​ Do′ver, the capital of Delaware, and county-seat of Kent County, is about nine miles west of Delaware Bay. It has a state-house and a large state-library. There also are fruit-packing and evaporating-houses, flour-mills, glass, carriage and other manufactories. It is the center of a large fruit-growing district. Population, 3,720.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Dover, Strait of

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​ Dover, Strait of, the channel which separates England from France and joins the English Channel with the North Sea. It is bordered by chalk-cliffs on the English side, and they also occur in places on the French coast. At the narrowest point its width is 21 and its length 24 miles.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Dover (England)

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​ Dover, a port of England 70 miles from London, on the southeast coast of Kent, on the Strait of Dover. It is 21 miles from the French coast, and is the English seaport nearest to France. It lies in a low valley or basin between high chalk-cliffs, and is guarded by Dover Castle, which is built on the heights east of the town. The town is said to have been founded by the Romans. Elaborate fortifications are also built on the height to the west. Dover is the chief port which connects England and France, and steamers run daily from it to Boulogne and Calais. The city has many relics of ancient times, among which are several old churches. It has a salubrious climate, and is frequented as a health resort. The total tonnage, entered and cleared in 1910, was 3,665,705 tons. Population, 35,000.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Dowden, Edward

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​ Dowden, Edward, LL. D., D. C. L., an Anglo-Irish critic, man-of-letters and professor of English literature at Trinity College, Dublin, was born at Cork, May 3, 1843, and educated at Dublin University. He was one of the commissioners of national education in Ireland. His literary industry was very great, for he was author not only of the best Life of Shelley extant, but of perhaps one of the most informing as well as critical works on Shakespeare, as to whose works he was an accomplished scholar and editor. His other works embrace a Life of Southey, and editions of Southey's, Wordsworth's and Shelley's poetical works; New Studies in Literature; and a History of French Literature. He died in Dublin, April 4, 1913.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Root-Cap

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Root-Cap. See Root.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Rumford, Count

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Rum′ford, Count. See Thompson, Sir Benjamin.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Ruminant

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Ru′minant, any cud-chewing animal. The animals belonging to this class are grass and herb-eating forms, as the cow, camel, deer, giraffe and sheep. Those living in a wild state are the favorite prey of large flesh-eating animals. In order to crop their food they must go into open, exposed places; but, as mastication is a long, tedious process, they retire to the shelter of concealed positions to ruminate or chew their food properly. The process of chewing the cud cannot be understood without considering the complex stomach of these animals. It consists of four compartments: the paunch, the reticulum or honeycomb bag, the manyplies and the true stomach. The food when first swallowed is in the form of a coarse pellet which pushes aside a fold in the wall of the oesophagus and goes into the paunch. There it is softened and passed into the reticulum, where it is moulded into pellets of convenient size, which are passed up the œsophagus into the mouth by a process the opposite of swallowing. Here they are carefully masticated and mixed with saliva and then swallowed again. The pellet is now smooth and fine; instead of pushing aside the fold in the wall of the œsophagus, it is guided by it into the third stomach or manyplies. This acts partly as a strainer through which the food passes into the fourth compartment or true stomach. Glands in the walls of this part secrete gastric juice and digestion is carried forward. The camels differ from other ruminants in having no third stomach.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Runeberg, Johann Ludvig

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Runeberg (ro͞o′ne-ber′y’), Johann Ludvig, the national poet of Finland and the greatest poet who has written in Swedish, was born at Jacobstad, Finland, Jan. 5, 1804. His beautiful epic idyl of The Elk-Hunters appeared in 1832, followed soon by Christmas Eve and Hanna. Others of his best works are King Fjalar and Ensign Stals’ Stories, the opening poem of which, Our Land, Our Land, has been chosen as the national song of Finland. His poems embody the deepest feelings of the dual people of Finland, of the Finns no less than of the descendants of the Swedish immigrants. Runeberg died at Borga, May 6, 1877. See E. W. Gosse’s Northern Studies.