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# The Booke of Thenseygnementes and Techynge that the Knyght of the Towre made to his Doughters/Chapter 16

HOW A GOOD WOMAN OUGHT NOT TO STRYUE WITH HER HUSBOND.
FTER this, a woman in no maner wyse ought stryue ageynst her husbond, ne answere hym so that he take therby displaysyre, lyke as dyde the wyf of a burgeys, whiche answered to her husbond so noiously and shamefully to fore the peple that he bicam angry and felle to see hym self so rewlyd to fore the peple that he had therof shame. And he said to her and bad her ones or twyes that she shold be stylle and leue, but she wold not. & her husbond, whiche was wrothe, smote her with his fyste to the erthe, and smote her with his foote on the vysage so that he brake her nose, by whiche she was euer after al disfygured. And soo by her ryotte and ennoye she gate her a croked nose moche euyll. It had ben moche better for her that she had holden her stylle and hadde suffred. Yet it is reson and ryght that the husbonde haue the hyhe wordes, and it is but honoure to a good woman to suffer and holde her in pees, and leue the haultayn langage to her husbond and lord. And also it is in the contrarye to a woman grete shame and vylonye to stryue ageynst her husbond, be it wrong or right, and in especial to fore the peple. I say not but when she shall fynd hym alone and tyme but that she may wel reprehende hym and aduyse hym, in shewyng curtoysly that he had wrong and unright with hym, and yf he be a man resonable he shal conne her thanke. And yf he be other, yet hath not she done but her parte. For right so sholde a wyse womā do, by thensample of the wyse quene hester, wyf of the kyng Assuere, whiche was moche melancolyque and hasty. But the good lady answered not to his yre, but after when she sawe hym well attempryd place and tyme, thenne dyde she what she wold. And it was grete wysedom of a woman. And ​thus ought wyse wymmen to do. By this ensample the wymmen that ben chydars and rampynge ben not of suche obeysaunce as was a wfy of a marchaunt of whome I shall saye and telle to yow.
# The Booke of Thenseygnementes and Techynge that the Knyght of the Towre made to his Doughters/Chapter 18

OF THE WOMAN THAT GAF THE FLESSHE TO HER HONNDES.
SHAL saye to yow an Ensample of a lady that yaf the flesshe and good morsels to her lytell houdes. Ther was a lady whiche hadde two small houndes, whome she moche loued and had soo derworthe that she took in them greete playsaunce. She made for them dayly dysshes of sowpes, and after gaf to them flesshe and other fryandyses delycyous. And on a tyme there was a frere mendycaunt that said to her that it was euyll done to gyue suche metes to the houndes, that were grete & fatte, where as there were moche poure peple lene and drye for hogre. Thus he prechyd, vnto the lady, but for al that she wold not leue it. Soo thenne a lytel afterward this lady bycam seke vnto the deth, and ther happed a wonder thyng whiche was sene al apertely. For ther cam vpon her bed two lytel black dogges, and whan she drewe on and was in a traunce they were about her mouthe and lycked her lyppes. And where as they lycied her on the mouthe it bycam as black as a Cole. This I haue herd of a damoyselle that said that she had sene al this, and named to me the lady. This is a good ensample to euery good lady and woman, how they ought not to haue ouer grete plaisyre in suche thynges, ne to geue flesshe ne lychorous metes to the houdes, for lack of whiche the poure peple of god dye for honger, the whiche ben the creatures of god made to his semblaunce and lykenes, and be his seruauntes. Suche wymmen vnderstande not the word of god in the gospel, where as god sayth, "He that dot wel to the poure doth to me seruyce.” These wymmen resemble not vnto the good quene blache, that was moder of sayni lowys, whiche dyd do gyue in hir syght the mete to the moost nedy and meseased. And after saynt lowys dyd in lyke wyse, for he vysyted the poure peple and fedde them with his own ​honde. The Plaisire of euery good woman is to see the faderles and moderles children and lytel poure children and them norysshe and clothe, as dide the holy lady that was Countesse of Mauns, whiche norysshed wel thyrtty orphanes and the lytel poure children for pyte, and therin was al hir disporte. And therfor she was louyd of god and had an holy lyf and a goode ende. And ther was, sene at her deth a grete clercnes and lyght alle full of lytel children. These were not the smale houndes that were black whiche were sene with the other, as ye haue herd to fore.
# The Clara

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The Clara
APPEAL from the Circuit Court of the United States for the Eastern District of New York.
The facts are stated in the opinion of the court.
Mr. Henry J. Scudder for the appellants.
Mr. Robert D. Benedict and Mr. E. L. Owen, contra.
MR. JUSTICE SWAYNE delivered the opinion of the court.

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# The Clarion Call

* "The Clarion Call" in The Voice of the City (1908)
* "The Clarion Call" in The ransom of Red Chief and other O. Henry stories for boys (1921)
# The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley (ed. Hutchinson, 1914)/To Emilia Viviani

TO EMILIA VIVIANI
[Published, i. by Mrs. Shelley, Posthumous Poems, 1824; ii. 1 by Dr. Garnett, Relics of Shelley, 1862; ii. 2, 3 by H. Buxton Forman, P. W. of P. B. S., 1876.]
# The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley (ed. Hutchinson, 1914)/To Italy

FRAGMENT: TO ITALY
[Published by Dr. Garnett, Relics of Shelley, 1862.]
# The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley (ed. Hutchinson, 1914)/To Constantia

TO CONSTANTIA
[Dated 1817 by Mrs. Shelley, and printed by her in the Poetical Works, 1839, 1st edition. A copy exists amongst the Shelley MSS. at the Bodleian. See Mr. C. D. Locock's Examination, &c., 1903, p. 46.]
* ↑ The rose] The red Rose B.
* ↑ pleasant] fragrant B.
* ↑ her omitted B.
# The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley (ed. Hutchinson, 1914)/To Harriet

TO HARRIET
[Composed May, 1814. Published (from the Esdaile MSS.) by Dowden, Life of Shelley, 1887.]
# The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley (ed. Hutchinson, 1914)/To Constantia, Singing

TO CONSTANTIA, SINGING
[Published by Mrs. Shelley in Posthumous Poems, 1824. Amongst the Shelley MSS. at the Bodleian is a chaotic first draft, from which Mr. Locock [Examination, &c., 1903, pp. 60-62] has, with patient ingenuity, disengaged a first and a second stanza consistent with the metrical scheme of stanzas iii and iv. The two stanzas thus recovered are printed here immediately below the poem as edited by Mrs. Shelley. It need hardly be added that Mr. Locock's restored version cannot, any more than Mrs. Shelley's obviously imperfect one, be regarded in the light of a final recension.]
# The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley (ed. Hutchinson, 1914)/To Jane: The Invitation

TO JANE: THE INVITATION
[This and the following poem were published together in their original form as one piece under the title, The Pine Forest of the Cascine near Pisa, by Mrs. Shelley, Posthumous Poems, 1824; reprinted in the same shape, P. W., 1839, 1st ed.; republished separately in their present form, P. W., 1839, 2nd ed. There is a copy amongst the Trelawny MSS.]
* ↑ 34 with Trelawny MS.; of 1839, 2nd ed.
* ↑ 44 moment's Trelawny MS.; moment 1839, 2nd ed.
* ↑ 50 And Trelawny MS. To 1839, 2nd ed.
* ↑ 53 dun Trelawny MS.; dim 1839, 2nd ed.
# The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley (ed. Hutchinson, 1914)/To Mary Shelley (1)

TO MARY SHELLEY
[Published by Mrs. Shelley, P. W., 1839, 2nd ed.]
# The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley (ed. Hutchinson, 1914)/To Edward Williams

TO EDWARD WILLIAMS
[Published in Ascham's edition of the Poems, 1834. There is a copy amongst the Trelawny MSS.]
* ↑ To Edward Williams—10 Indifference, which once hurt me, is now grown Trelawny MS.
* ↑ 18 Dear friends, dear friend Trelawny MS., 1839, 2nd ed.; Dear gentle friend 1834, 1839, 1st ed.
* ↑ 26 ever] lately Trelawny MS.
* ↑ 28 in Trelawny MS.; on 1834, edd. 1839.
* ↑ 43 When 1839, 2nd ed.; Whence 1834, 1839, 1st ed.
* ↑ 48 will 1839, 2nd ed.; shall 1834, 1839, 1st ed.
* ↑ 53 unrelieved Trelawny MS., 1839, 2nd ed. unreprieved 1834, 1839, 1st ed.
* ↑ 54 are] were Trelawny MS.
# The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley (ed. Hutchinson, 1914)/To Jane: 'The keen stars were twinkling'

TO JANE: 'THE KEEN STARS WERE TWINKLING'
[Published in part (ll. 7-24) by Medwin (under the title, An Ariette for Music. To a Lady singing to her Accompaniment on the Guitar), The Athenæum, Nov. 17, 1832; reprinted by Mrs. Shelley, P. W., 1839, 1st ed. Republished in full (under the title, To ——— ), P. W., 1839, 2nd ed. The Trelawny MS. is headed To Jane. Mr. C. W. Frederickson of Brooklyn possesses a transcript in an unknown hand.]
* ↑ 3 Dear * * * 1839, 2nd ed.
* ↑ 7 soft] pale Fred. MS.
* ↑ 10 your 1839, 2nd ed.; thy 1832, 1839, 1st ed., Fred. MS.
* ↑ 11 had then 1839, 2nd ed.; has 1832, 1839, 1st ed.; hath Fred. MS.
* ↑ 12 Its] Thine Fred. MS.
* ↑ 17 your 1839, 2nd ed.; thy 1832, 1839, 1st ed., Fred. MS.
* ↑ 19 sound] song Fred. MS.
* ↑ 20 your dear 1839, 2nd ed.; thy sweet 1832, 1839, 1st ed.; thy soft Fred. MS.
# The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley (ed. Hutchinson, 1914)/To Jane: The Recollection

TO JANE: THE RECOLLECTION
[Published by Mrs. Shelley, P. W., 1839, 2nd ed. See the Editor's prefatory note to the preceding.]
* ↑ 6 fled ed. 1824; dead Trelawny MS., 1839, 2nd ed.
* ↑ 10 Ocean's] Ocean 1839, 2nd ed.
* ↑ 24 interlaced, 1839; interlaced; cj. A. C. Bradley.
* ↑ 28 own; 1839; own, cj. A. C. Bradley.
* ↑ 42 white Trelawney MS.; wide 1839, 2nd ed.
* ↑ 87 Shelley's Trelawny MS.; S———'s 1839, 2nd. ed.
# The Complete Poems of Emily Brontë/She dried her tears and they did smile

LV
She dried her tears and they did smile To see her cheek's returning glow; Nor did discern how all the while That full heart throbbed to overflow.
With that sweet look and lively tone, And bright eye shining all the day, They could not guess at midnight lone How she would weep the time away.
# The Complete Poems of Emily Brontë/Song (1)

VI
SONG
The linnet in the rocky dells, The moor-lark in the air, The bee among the heather bells That hide my lady fair:
The wild deer browse above her breast; The wild birds raise their brood; And they, her smiles of love caressed, Have left her solitude!
I ween, that when the grave's dark wall Did first her form retain, They thought their hearts could ne'er recall The light of joy again.
They thought the tide of grief would flow Unchecked through future years; But where is all their anguish now, And where are all their tears?
Well, let them fight for honour's breath, Or pleasure's shade pursue— The dweller in the land of death Is changed and careless too. ​And, if their eyes should watch and weep Till sorrow's source were dry, She would not, in her tranquil sleep, Return a single sigh!
Blow, west-wind, by the lonely mound, And murmur, summer-streams— There is no need of other sound To soothe my lady's dreams.
# The Complete Poems of Emily Brontë/Song (2)

II
SONG
Lord of Elbe, on Elbe hill The mist is thick and the wind is chill; And the heart of thy friend from the dawning of day Has sighed for sorrow that thou wert away.
Lord of Elbe, how pleasent to me The sound of thy blithesome step would be, Rustling the heath that only now Moans as the night gusts over it blow.
Bright are the fires in thy noble home; I see them far off, and it deepens the gloom; Shining like stars through the high forest boughs, Gladder they grow in the park's repose.
O Alexander! when I return, Warm as those hearths thy heart would burn; Light as thine own my step would fall, If I might hear thy voice in the hall.
But thou art now on the desolate sea, Thinking of Gondal and grieving for me; Longing to be in sweet Elbe again, Thinking and grieving and longing in vain.
August 19, 1834.
# The Complete Poems of Emily Brontë/Song (4)

XXV
SONG
What rider up Gobeloin's glen Has spurred his straining steed, And fast and far from living men Has passed with maddening speed?
I saw his hoof-prints mark the rock, When swift he left the plain; I heard deep down the echoing shock Re-echo back again.
From cliff to cliff, thro' rock and heath, That coal-black courser bounds; Nor heeds the river pent beneath, Nor marks how fierce it sounds.
With streaming hair, and forehead bare And mantle waving wide His master rides; the eagle there Soars up on every side;
The goats fly by with timid cry, Their realm rashly won; They pause—he still ascends on high— They gaze, but he is gone. ​O gallant horse, hold on thy course; The road is tracked behind. Spur, rider, spur or vain thy force— Death comes on every wind.
Roared thunder loud from that pitchy cloud? From it the torrents flow? Or wakes the breeze in the swaying trees That frown so dark below?
He breathes at last, when the valley is past, He rests on the grey rock's brow; What ails thee, steed? At thy master's need, Wilt thou prove faithless now?
No; hardly checked, with ears erect, The charger champed his rein; Ere his quivering limbs, all foam-flecked, Were off like light again.
Hark! through the pass with threatening crash Comes on the increasing roar! But what shall brave the deep, deep waves The deadly pass before?
Their feet are dyed in a darker tide, Who dare those dangers drear. Their breasts have burst through the battle's worst, And why should they tremble here? ​Strong hearts they bear and arms as good, To conquer or to fall; They dash into the boiling flood, They gain the rock's steep wall.
'Now, my brave men, this one pass more, This narrow chasm of stone, And Douglas for our sovereign's gore Shall yield us back his own.'
I hear their ever-rising tread Sound through the granite glen; There is a tall pine overhead Held by the mountain men.
That dizzy bridge which no horse could track Has checked the outlaw's way; There like a wild beast turns he back, And grimly stands at bay.
Why smiles he so, when far below He spies the toiling chase? The pond'rous tree sways heavily, And totters from its place.
They raise their eyes, for the sunny skies Are lost in sudden shade; But Douglas neither shrinks nor flies, He need not fear the dead.
# The Complete Poems of Emily Brontë/Shall earth no more inspire thee

The following little piece has no title; but in it the genius of a solitary region seems to address his wandering and wayward votary, and to recall within his influence the proud mind which rebelled at times even against what it most loved
IV
Shall earth no more inspire thee, Thou lonely dreamer now? Since passion may not fire thee, Shall nature cease to bow?
Thy mind is ever moving, In regions dark to thee; Recall its useless roving, Come back, and dwell with me.
I know my mountain breezes Enchant and soothe thee still, I know my sunshine pleases, Despite thy wayward will.
When day with evening blending, Sinks from the summer sky, I've seen thy spirit bending In fond idolatry. ​I've watched thee every hour; I know my mighty sway: I know my magic power To drive thy griefs away.
Few hearts to mortals given, On earth so wildly pine; Yet few would ask a heaven More like this earth than thine.
Then let my winds caress thee; Thy comrade let me be: Since nought beside can bless thee, Return—and dwell with me.
# The Complete Poems of Emily Brontë/Shed no tears o'er that tomb

LXVII
Shed no tears o'er that tomb, For there are angels weeping; Mourn not him whose doom Heaven itself is mourning.
Look how in sable gloom The clouds are earthward yearning; And earth receives them home, Even darker clouds returning.
Is it when good men die That sorrow wakes above? Grieve Saints when other spirits fly To swell their choir of love?
Ah! no: with louder sound The golden harp strings quiver When good men gain the happy ground Where they must dwell for ever.
But he who slumbers there His bark will strive no more Across the waters of despair To reach that glorious shore.
The time of grace is past, And mercy, scorned and tried, Forsakes to utter wrath at last The soul so steeled by pride.
​That wrath will never spare, Will never pity know; Will mock its victims maddened prayer, Will triumph in his woe.
Shut from his Maker's smile The accursed man shall be; For mercy reigns a little while, But hate eternally.
# The Complete Poems of Emily Brontë/Sleep brings no joy to me

XIV
Sleep brings no joy to me, Remembrance never dies, My soul is given to mystery, And lives in sighs.
Sleep brings no rest to me; The shadows of the dead, My wakening eyes may never see, Surround my bed.
Sleep brings no hope to me, In soundest sleep they come, And with their doleful imag'ry Deepen the gloom.
Sleep brings no strength to me, No power renewed to brave; I only sail a wilder sea, A darker wave.
Sleep brings no friend to me To soothe and aid to bear; They all gaze on how scornfully, And I despair.
Sleep brings no wish to fret My harassed heart beneath; My only wish is to forget In endless sleep of death.
November 1837.
# The Complete Poems of Emily Brontë/Sleep not, dream not; this bright day

LXVIII
Sleep not, dream not; this bright day Will not, cannot last for aye; Bliss like thine is bought by years Dark with torment and with tears.
Sweeter far than placid pleasure Purer higher beyond measure Yet, alas! the sooner turning Into hopeless, endless mourning.
I love thee, boy, for all divine, All full of God thy features shine. Darling enthusiast, holy child, Too good for this world's warring wild; Too heavenly now, but doomed to be, Hell-like in heart and misery.
And what shall change that angel brow, And quench that spirit's glorious glow? Relentless laws that disallow True virtue and true joy below.
I too depart, I too decline, And make thy path no longer mine. 'Tis thus that human minds will turn, All doomed alike to sin and mourn; Yet all with long gaze fixed afar, Adoring virtue's distant star.
July 26, 1837.
# The Complete Poems of Emily Brontë/Song (3)

XXII
SONG
This shall be thy lullaby, Rocking on the stormy sea; Though it roar in thunder wild, Sleep, stilly sleep, thou bright-haired child.
When our shuddering boat was crossing Eldern's lake so rudely tossing, Then 'twas first my nursling smiled; Sleep, softly sleep, my fair-browed child.
Waves above thy cradle break, Foamy tears are on thy cheek, Yet the ocean's self grows mild When it bears my slumbering child.
May 1838.
# The Complete Poems of Emily Brontë/Sleep, mourner, sleep!—I cannot sleep

VII
Sleep, mourner, sleep! I cannot sleep, My weary mind still wanders on; Then silent weep—I cannot weep, For eyes and tears are turned to stone.
# The Bridal Day

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# The Bridal Day (Felicia Hemans)

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# The Bridal of Lady Aideen

“O Lady Aideen, will you wed with me, wed with me in the early morning?”
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# The Bride (Lydia Sigourney)

* The Bride, a poem by Lydia Huntley Sigourney from Scrymgeour, Daniel. Class-book of English Poetry from Chaucer to Tennyson. 1870.
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# The Constitution of India (Original Calligraphed and Illuminated Version)/Signatures

For a full list of the members of the Constituent Assembly, see here or here. List of the signatories is given on the talk page.
Eighth Schedule
[Articles 344 (1) and 351]
Languages
* Assamese.
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* Tamil.
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Calligraphed by Prem Behari Narain Raizada (Saxena), s/o Shree Brij Behari Narain Raizada of Delhi. c/o Messrs. Govan Bros. (Rampur) Ltd. Rampur.
Illuminated by Shri Nandalal Bose and other artists of Santiniketan, Viswabharati.
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# The Constitution of Japan: With the Laws Appertaining Thereto, and the Imperial Oath and Speech

[OFFICIAL TRANSLATION.]
THE CONSTITUTION OF JAPAN:
WITH THE LAWS APPERTAINING THERETO,
AND THE
IMPERIAL OATH AND SPEECH.
PROMULGATED AT THE IMPERIAL PALACE,
February 11th, 1889.
YOKOHAMA:
PRINTED AND PUBLISHED AT THE “JAPAN GAZETTE” OFFICE.
FOE SALE AT
THE “JAPAN GAZETTE” OFFICE, No. 70, Main Street.
* The Constitution of Japan (p. 1)
* Imperial Ordinance Concerning the House of Peers (p. 9)
* Law of the Houses (p. 11)
* Law of Election for the Members of the House of Representatives (p. 21)
* The Law of Finance (p. 39)
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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# The Constitution of India (Original Calligraphed and Illuminated Version)/Preamble

WE, THE PEOPLE OF INDIA, having solemnly resolved to constitute India into a SOVEREIGN DEMOCRATIC REPUBLIC and to secure to all its citizens:
JUSTICE, social, economic and political;
LIBERTY of thought, expression, belief, faith and worship;
EQUALITY of status and of opportunity;
and to promote among them all
FRATERNITY assuring the dignity of the individual and the unity and integrity of the Nation;
IN OUR CONSTITUENT ASSEMBLY this twenty-sixth day of November, 1949, do HEREBY ADOPT, ENACT AND GIVE TO OURSELVES THIS CONSTITUTION.
# The Curse of Kehama/Mount Meru

X.
MOUNT MERU.