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# The Ramayana/Book II/Canto CXIV: Bharat's Departure

Deep, pleasant was the chariot's sound As royal Bharat, far renowned, Whirled by his mettled coursers fast Within Ayodhyá's city passed. There dark and drear was every home Where cats and owls had space to roam, As when the shades of midnight fall With blackest gloom, and cover all: As Rohiní, dear spouse of him Whom Rahu hates, grows faint and dim, When, as she shines on high alone The demon's shade is o'er her thrown: As burnt by summer's heat a rill Scarce trickling from her parent hill, With dying fish in pools half dried, And fainting birds upon her side: As sacrificial flames arise When holy oil their food supplies, But when no more the fire is fed Sink lustreless and cold and dead: Like some brave host that filled the plain, With harness rent and captains slain, When warrior, elephant, and steed Mingled in wild confusion bleed: As when, all spent her store of worth, Rocks from her base the loosened earth: Like a sad fallen star no more Wearing the lovely light it wore: So mournful in her lost estate Was that sad town disconsolate. Then car-borne Bharat, good and brave, Thus spake to him the steeds who drave: 'Why are Ayodhyá's streets so mute! Where is the voice of lyre and lute? Why sounds not, as of old, to-day The music of the minstrel's lay? p. 224 Where are the wreaths they used to twine? Where are the blossoms and the wine? Where is the cool refreshing scent Of sandal dust with aloe blent? The elephant's impatient roar, The din of cars, I hear no more: No more the horse's pleasant neigh Rings out to meet me on my way. Ayodhyá's youths, since Ráma's flight, Have lost their relish for delight: Her men roam forth no more, nor care Bright garlands round their necks to wear. All grieve for banished Ráma: feast, And revelry and song have ceased: Like a black night when floods pour down, So dark and gloomy is the town. When will he come to make them gay Like some auspicious holiday? When will my brother, like a cloud At summer's close, make glad the crowd?'  Then through the streets the hero rode, And passed within his sire's abode, Like some deserted lion's den, Forsaken by the lord of men. Then to the inner bowers he came, Once happy home of many a dame,  Now gloomy, sad, and drear, Dark as of old that sunless day When wept the Gods in wild dismay;  There poured he many a tear.
* ↑ The spouse of Rohini is the Moon: Rahu is the demon who causes eclipses.
* ↑ 'Once,' says the Commentator Tirtha, 'in the battle between the Gods and demons the Gods were vanquished, and the sun was overthrown by Ráhu. At the request of the Gods Atri undertook the management of the sun for a week.'
# The Sermons of the Curé of Ars/He will help us

❧ HE WILL HELP US
Yes, my dear brethren, in everything that we see, in everything that we hear, in all we say and do, we are conscious of the fact that we are drawn towards evil. If we are at table, there is sensuality, and gluttony, and intemperance. If we take a few moments of recreation, there are the dangers of flightiness and idle chatter. If we are at work, most of the time it is self-interest, or avarice, or envy which influences us -- or even vanity. When we pray, there is negligence, distraction, distaste, and boredom. If we are in pain or any trouble, there are complaints and murmurings. When we are doing well and are prosperous, pride, self-love, and contempt for our neighbour take hold of us. Our hearts swell with pride when we are praised. Wrongs inflame us into rages. There you see my dear brethren, the thing which made the greatest of the saints tremble. This was what made so many of them retire into the desert to live solitary lives; this was the source of so many tears, of so many prayers, of so many penances. It is true that the saints who were hidden away in the forests were not exempt from temptations, but they were far removed from so much bad example as that which surrounds us continually and which is the cause of so many souls being lost. But, my dear brethren, we see from their lives that they watched, they prayed, and they were in dread unceasingly, while we, poor, blind sinners, are quite placid in the midst of so many dangers which could lose us our souls! Alas, my dear brethren, some of us do not even know what it is to be tempted because we hardly ever, or very rarely, resist. Which one of us can expect to escape from all these dangers? Which one of us will be saved? Anyone who wanted to reflect upon all these things could hardly go on living, so greatly terrified would he be! However, my dear brethren, what ought to console and reassure us is that we have to deal with a good Father Who will never allow our struggles to be greater than our strength, and every time we have recourse to Him, He will help us to fight and to conquer.
# The Sermons of the Curé of Ars/His prayer is a lie

❧ HIS PRAYER IS A LIE
I am sure you would like to know the prayer of a sinner who neither wants to give up his sin nor is much disturbed by the thought of offending God. Listen: the first word he says as he commences the prayer is a lie. He enters into contradiction with himself." In the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Ghost." Stop a moment, my friend! You say that you are commencing your prayer in the name of the Three Persons of the Holy Trinity. But surely you must then have forgotten that it is only a week since you were in a crowd where everyone was saying that when one dies, everything is over and that being so, there must be neither God, nor Hell, nor Heaven. If, my dear friend, in your hardness of heart you really believe that, you do not come to pray; you come only to amuse yourself and to pass the time. Ah, you will tell me, those who talk that way are fairly uncommon. Nevertheless, there are some of them among those who are listening to me and yet who do not fail to say some prayers from time to time. Furthermore, I could, if I wished, show you that three-quarters of those who are here in this church, although they do not actually say such things with their lips, say them very often by their conduct and their way of life. For if a Christian really thinks of what he says when he pronounces the names of the Three Persons of the Holy Trinity, would he not be gripped with a fear which would amount almost to despair when he brought before his mind the image of the Father, which he has defaced in such a shocking way, the image of the Son, which is in his soul, which he has dragged through the slime of his vices, and the image of the Holy Ghost, of whom his heart is the temple and the tabernacle, which he has filled with squalor and obscenity? Yes, my dear brethren, if the sinner had any knowledge of what he says and what he is, could he pronounce these three names without dying of horror? Listen to this liar: "Oh, my God! I firmly believe that you are here present." Is that so, my friend? Do you really believe that you are in the presence of God, before Whom the angels, who are without stain, tremble and dare not raise their eyes, before Whom they cover themselves with their wings, not being able to withstand the glory of that majesty which Heaven and earth cannot contain? And you, all covered in sins, kneeling there on one knee, do you dare to open your mouth to utter such an abomination? Say, rather, that you are merely imitating, that you are only doing what you see others doing, or, rather, that you are spending a few moments amusing yourself by acting as if you were praying.
# The Sermons of the Curé of Ars/Have a clean face

❧ HAVE A CLEAN FACE
I have told you that you should have neat and clean clothes. I do not mean expensive clothes, but only ones which are not soiled or torn. That is to say, the clothes should be washed and mended if one has no others. There are some who have nothing to change or who, through laziness, do not do so; they do not change their linen, that is, their shirts. For those who have no other clothes, there is nothing wrong in that. But those who have, do wrong, for it is lacking in respect to our Lord, Who wishes to come into their hearts. Your hair should be combed and tidy and your face and hands clean. You should never come to the altar without stockings, good or bad. One should not approve of those young people who, in going up to the altar, appear no differently at that moment than at the time when they are going to a ball or a dance. I do not know how they go to receive a God Who was humbled and despised by all, with such a parade of vanity and style. Dear Lord, what a contradiction this is! ....
# The Sermons of the Curé of Ars/Follow one master only

❧ FOLLOW ONE MASTER ONLY
What a sad life does he lead who wants both to please the world and to serve God! It is a great mistake to make, my friends. Apart from the fact that you are going to be unhappy all the time, you can never attain the stage at which you will be able to please the world and please God. It is as impossible a feat as trying to put an end to eternity. Take the advice that I am going to give you now and you will be less unhappy: give yourselves wholly to God or else wholly to the world. Do not look for and do not serve more than one master, and once you have chosen the one you are going to follow, do not leave him. You surely remember what Jesus Christ said to you in the Gospel: you cannot serve God and Mammon; that is to say, you cannot follow the world and the pleasures of the world and Jesus Christ with His Cross. Of course you would be quite willing to follow God just so far and the world just so far! Let me put it even more clearly: you would like it if your conscience, if your heart, would allow you to go to the altar in the morning and the dance in the evening; to spend part of the day in church and the remainder in the cabarets or other places of amusement; to talk of God at one moment and the next to tell obscene stories or utter calumnies about your neighbour; to do a good turn for your next-door neighbour on one occasion and on some other to do him harm; in other words, to do good and speak well when you are with good people and to do wrong when you are in bad company.
# The Sermons of the Curé of Ars/Getting to know the right people

❧ GETTING TO KNOW THE RIGHT PEOPLE
You talk to them of the world a mother will begin to tell her daughter that such and such a girl has married such and such a man, that she has done very well for herself, that the daughter ought now to see to it that she has the same good fortune. This type of mother has nothing in her head except her daughter -- that is to say, she will do everything in her power to show her off to the eyes of the neighbours. She will deck her out in vanities, even perhaps to the extent of running herself into debt. She will teach her daughter to show herself to the best advantage while walking, telling her that she walks with such a slouch that no one would know what she is like. Are you surprised that there are mothers who are so blind? Alas! The number of these poor blind mothers who seek the loss of their daughters is very high. You will see them then in the morning when their daughters are going out, and they are more concerned with seeing that their daughters' headgear is on straight, that their faces and hands are attractive and clean, than with asking them if they turned their hearts to God, if they have said their prayers and made their morning offering. Of all that, they say nothing at all. Then they will tell their daughters that they should not appear shy or awkward, that they should be charming to everyone, that they ought to be thinking about getting to know the right people in order to get themselves settled in life. How many mothers will you hear saying to their daughters: "If you are nice and pleasant now, or if you make a success of this or that, I will let you go to the fair at Montmerle or to the vogue." In other words, if you make a success of this or that, as I wish, I will drag you into Hell. Oh, dear Lord! Is this really the language of Christian parents, who should pray day and night for their little children? There is something which is even sadder than this, and that is the case of those daughters who are not at all interested in going out and about. The parents keep at them, entreating and encouraging them, saying: "You are always staying in. You will never get yourself settled in life. You will let no one tell you anything about the world." You would like your daughter to get to know people, my dear mother? Do not worry too much -- she will get to know plenty of them without your having to upset yourself! Just wait a little while and you will see how well she will get to know them.... You pushed her into it first of all, but it will not be you who will draw her back. You will weep, maybe, but what good will your tears do? None at all....
# The Rantin' Highlandman

* "The Rantin' Highlandman" in Catherine Ogie (1820)
* "The Rantin' Highlandman" in The Book of Scottish Song (1843)
# The Rampa Story/The Incredible Truth

Published in 1960, the only one of Lobsang Rampa's books to have not been renewed.

## THE INCREDIBLE TRUTH

Few books have aroused more controversy in recent years than Lobsang Rampa's THE THIRD EYE, and the other works which have come from his pen.
The reason is simple enough. When an Englishman claims that his body has been taken over by the spirit of a Tibetan Lama, he can reasonably expect mockery. When, in addition, he recounts extraordinary, highly detailed experiences which pre-suppose the possession of personal powers quite outside the laws of nature as we understand them, the reaction not surprisingly becomes an uproar.
But uproars of this kind do sometimes spring from ignorance. To glimpse what was previously unknown is always disturbing. The fact that Dr. Rampa now has many thousands of readers throughout the world is evidence that not all minds are closed against the unfamiliar.
It is for this great body of readers — and, no less, for the skeptics who have been able neither to disprove his story nor to explain how he came by his knowledge if his story is untrue—that Dr. Rampa wrote this, his third book.
THE RAMPA STORY is Lobsang Rampa's reply to all his critics, and every page carries his own unswerving guarantee of the truth.
DEDICATED to my friends in Howth, Ireland
They were my friends when the "winds blew fair". They were loyal, understanding and greater friends when the unfair winds blew foul, for the people of Ireland know persecution; and they know how to judge Truth. So-
Mr. and Mrs. O'Grady The Loftus Family Dr. W. I. Chapman and Brud Campbell (to mention just a few)
THANK YOU!
# The Rape of Lucrece (Shakespeare)

Narrative poem, first published in 1594. It recounts the legend of the rape of the noblewoman Lucretia by Sextus Tarquinius, the son of Roman king Lucius Tarquinius Superbus; an act which, according to the legend, led to the overthrowing of the Roman monarchy and the establishment of the Roman Republic.
* The Rape of Lucrece, in A Collection of Poems (1709).
* The Rape of Lucrece, (ed.) by William Aldis Wright and reprinted for The Temple Shakespeare (1896). IA
* The Rape of Lucrece, in Venus and Adonis, Lucrece, ⁠and the Minor Poems, (ed.) by Albert Feuillerat for The Yale Shakespeare (1927).
# The Strand Magazine/Volume 3

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EDITED BY
GEO. NEWNES
Vol. III.
JANUARY TO JUNE
London: GEORGE NEWNES, LIMITED SOUTHAMPTON STREET, STRAND 1892
* No. 13. - January 1892.
* No. 14. - February 1892.
* No. 15. - March 1892.
* No. 16. - April 1892.
* No. 17. - May 1892.
* No. 18. - June 1892.
* Index to Volume III.
# The Strand Magazine/Volume 3/Issue 13

January, 1892. (transcription project)
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​ MR. RIDER HAGGARD AND THE WILD HORSES.
* Illustrated Interviews. No. VII. Mr. H. Rider Haggard, by Harry How. Illustrated by W. Dewar, R. Jones.
* The Cornet-Player, from the Spanish of Pedro A. de Alarcon. Illustrated by Paul Hardy.
* Dinner at the Zoo. Illustrated by J. A. Shepherd.
* The Herald of the Dawn, by J. R. Werner. Illustrated by A. Pearse.
* Portraits of Celebrities at Different Times of their Lives.
* Charles Santley
* Fanny Brough
* David Evans
* Clement Scott
* James Hannen
* Laurence Alma-Tadema
* Catissou, from the French of Jules Clarétie. Illustrated by Gordon Browne.
* Jack Middleton's Mother, by Charles S. Cheltnam. Illustrated by G. Hillyard Swinstead.
* Street Musicians, by Gilbert Guerdon. Illustrated by Frank Feller.
* Adventures of Sherlock Holmes. Adventure VII. The Adventure of the Blue Carbuncle, by A. Conan Doyle. Illustrations by Sidney Paget.
* Is It for Ever?, by George Arthur Binnie and Franco Leoni. Illustrated by L. Fairfax Muckley.
* Drak the Fairy, from the French of Emile Souvestre. Illustrated by H. R. Millar.
* The Queer Side of Things
** Sir Ogre's Estate, by J. F. Sullivan.
** The Man with the Dogs.
** A Snow Lady.
** Curiosities of a Century, illustrated by George Cruikshank, Jr..
** "Pug"
** A Snake Story, by René Bull
** Miscellaneous.
This work is in the public domain in the United States because it was published before January 1, 1929.
This work may be in the public domain in countries and areas with longer native copyright terms that apply the rule of the shorter term to foreign works.
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# The Song

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* The Song, a poem by Olive Custance
* The Song, a poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
* The Song, a poem by Arthur Clark Kennedy
* The Song, a poem by Marion Couthouy Smith

## See also

* Song
* A Song
# The Song Against Grocers

From The Flying Inn.
God made the wicked Grocer For a mystery and a sign, That men might shun the awful shops And go to inns to dine; Where the bacon's on the rafter And the wine is in the wood, And God that made good laughter Has seen that they are good.
The evil-hearted Grocer Would call his mother "Ma'am," And bow at her and bob at her, Her aged soul to damn, And rub his horrid hands and ask What article was next Though MORTIS IN ARTICULO Should be her proper text.
His props are not his children, But pert lads underpaid, Who call out "Cash!" and bang about To work his wicked trade; He keeps a lady in a cage Most cruelly all day, And makes her count and calls her "Miss" Until she fades away.
The righteous minds of innkeepers Induce them now and then To crack a bottle with a friend Or treat unmoneyed men, But who hath seen the Grocer Treat housemaids to his teas Or crack a bottle of fish sauce Or stand a man a cheese?
He sells us sands of Araby As sugar for cash down; He sweeps his shop and sells the dust The purest salt in town, He crams with cans of poisoned meat Poor subjects of the King, And when they die by thousands Why, he laughs like anything.
The wicked Grocer groces In spirits and in wine, Not frankly and in fellowship As men in inns do dine; But packed with soap and sardines And carried off by grooms, For to be snatched by Duchesses And drunk in dressing-rooms.
The hell-instructed Grocer Has a temple made of tin, And the ruin of good innkeepers Is loudly urged therein; But now the sands are running out From sugar of a sort, The Grocer trembles; for his time, Just like his weight, is short.
# The Seer/Volume 1/Number 5

Vol. 1, No. 5 May, 1853. price 2d.
* The Pre-existence of Man
* Celestial Marriage
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# The Seer/Volume 1/Number 7

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# The Seer/Volume 1/Number 8

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# The Strange Experiences of Tina Malone/Chapter 18

CHAPTER XVIII.
THE MIRACLE.
It was a glorious night. It was full moon. The park was flooded with a clear soft light and that stillness reigned that so often comes with moonlight.
It was Sunday, and nearly time for evening church.
I had been out and instead of going home I wandered in and out among the deep shadows of the trees in the avenue drawing in the beauty of it all.
No one was about. I had the park to myself.
Sitting there on a seat well out in the open, I looked up at the sky.
There were only a few clouds and the moon shone unhidden.
I looked and looked and my eyes found their way to my one particular bright star.
The church bells were still ringing. Near at hand and further and fainter their different bells with their different notes and different sounds, losing themselves in the distance.
And then they stopped and a wonderful stillness fell over all.
And then the Miracle.
I looked up at the Heavens and my spirit seemed to float farther and farther away right up among the stars, and stay there for a long long pause.
The whole sky seemed to listen to the silence.
And then, out of the stillness, came a little gentle voice, full of wistful pathos.
"Oh, Tina Malone! Don't you know yet who it is? Oh, Tina Malone! We are together at last. Don't you know that our spirits have met and that it is through the things of the Occult World?"
The little voice had the silence all to itself.
I looked up and held myself still to listen.
"Don't you know yet who it is?"
"Is it Tony?" I asked the question with a feeling of dread on me that if I did not guess right the whole thing would go and I would sink back into the ordinary grey of commonplace.
"Can't you guess?"
I stood still and looked up into that vast misty blue all dotted with stars, afraid to speak that I might spoil the beauty of it all.
So still! So wonderful! With that little wistful voice.
"Oh, Tina Malone! I have this power and it all concentres on you. Won't you take it? What will you do with it?"
​"What would you have me do?"
Into the stillness I asked it.
"This is clairvoyance, a wonderful power of healing. It all concentres on you. What are you going to do with it?"
"What would you have me do?" I asked again of the great blue space—a terrible dread clutching at my heart that if I accepted this it would mean the giving up of all companionship with Tony—of all that meant human feeling.
And then, far away, but from the earth, I heard another voice.
"And I say make no promise. I'll not have you promise anything till you know more."
It was Goliath's voice and my heart gave a bound of relief at this pull to earth once more.
# The Souls of Black Folk (2nd ed)/The After-thought

THE AFTER-THOUGHT
Hear my cry, O God the Reader; vouchsafe that this my hook fall not still-born into the world wilderness. Let there spring, Gentle One, from out its leaves vigor of thought and thoughtful deed to reap the harvest wonderful. Let the ears of a guilty people tingle with truth, and seventy millions sigh for the righteousness which exalteth nations, in this drear day when human brotherhood is mockery and a snare. Thus in Thy good time may infinite reason turn the tangle straight, and these crooked marks on a fragile leaf be not indeed
THE END
# The Source of Muscular Power

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* "The Source of Muscular Power" in Popular Science Monthly, 12 (April 1878) (unattributed)
* "The Source of Muscular Power" by Henry Prentiss Armsby in Popular Science Monthly, 15 (October 1879)