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# A Short Biographical Dictionary of English Literature/Appendix of Living Writers/Seton, Ernest Thompson ("Seton Thompson")

See also Ernest Thompson Seton on Wikipedia.
​Seton, Ernest Thompson ("Seton Thompson") (1860).—Naturalist. Wild Animals I have Known (1898), Biography of a Grizzly, Two Little Savages, Biography of a Silver Fox (1909), books on natural history of Manitoba, etc.
# A Short Biographical Dictionary of English Literature/Appendix of Living Writers/Shorter, Dora Sigerson

See also Dora Sigerson Shorter on Wikipedia.
​Shorter, Dora Sigerson.—Poetess. The Fairy Changeling and Other Poems (1897), Ballads and Poems (1899), The Father Confessor (1900), As the Sparks Fly Upward (1904), Through Wintry Terrors (1907), etc.
# A Short Biographical Dictionary of English Literature/Appendix of Living Writers/Shiel, Matthew Phipps

See also M. P. Shiel on Wikipedia.
​Shiel, Matthew Phipps (1865).—Novelist. The Rajah's Sapphire, Shapes in the Fire, The Yellow Danger, Unto the Third Generation, etc.
# A Short Biographical Dictionary of English Literature/Appendix of Living Writers/Sayce, Archibald Henry, D.Litt, LL.D., etc.

See also Archibald Sayce on Wikipedia.
​Sayce, Archibald Henry, D.Litt, LL.D., etc. (1846).—Orientalist and philologist, etc. Principles of Comparative Philology (1874), Babylonian Literature (1877), Monuments of the Hittites (1881), Ancient Empires of the East (1884), Races of the Old Testament (1881), Babylonians and Assyrians (1900), Archæology of Cuneiform Inscriptions (1907), etc.
# A Short Biographical Dictionary of English Literature/Appendix of Living Writers/Seaman, Owen

See also Owen Seaman on Wikipedia.
​Seaman, Owen (1861).—Parodist, etc. Œdipus and the Wreck (1888), Horace at Cambridge (1894), In Cap and Bells (1899), A Harvest of Chaff (1904), Salvage (1908), etc. Ed. of Punch since 1906.
# A Short Biographical Dictionary of English Literature/Appendix of Living Writers/Shaw, George Bernard

See also George Bernard Shaw on Wikipedia.
​Shaw, George Bernard (1856).—Novelist, critic, and dramatist. Novels: The Irrational Knot, Cashel Byron's Profession, etc.; Plays Pleasant and Unpleasant (1898), Three Plays for Puritans (1900), Man and Superman (1903), John Bull's Other Island, Doctor's Dilemma, The Shewing Up of Blanco Posnet (1909), etc.
# A Short Biographical Dictionary of English Literature/Appendix of Living Writers/Shorter, Clement King

See also Clement King Shorter on Wikipedia.
​Shorter, Clement King (1858).—Journalist and biographer. Charlotte Bronté and her Circle (1896), Sixty Years of Victorian Literature (1897), Charlotte Bronté and her Sisters (1905), The Brontés and their Correspondents (1907), Life of George Borrow (1907), etc.; is ed. of the Sphere.
# A Short Biographical Dictionary of English Literature/Appendix of Living Writers/Sandys, John Edwin, Litt.D.

See also John Sandys (classicist) on Wikipedia.
​Sandys, John Edwin, Litt.D., (1844).—Scholar; joint ed. of Dictionary of Classical Mythology, Religion, etc. (1891), History of Classical Scholarship, in three vols. (1903-8), etc.; has produced many ed. of classics.
# A Sheaf Gleaned in French Fields/Soleil Couchant (Victor Hugo)

SOLEIL COUCHANT.
VICTOR HUGO.
The sun set this evening in dense masses of cloud, The storm comes to-morrow, then evening, then night, Then the dawn in her chariot refulgent and proud, Then the nights, then the days, steps of Time in his flight.
The days shall pass, rapid as birds on the wing, O'er the face of the hills, o'er the face of the seas, O'er rivers of silver, and o'er forests that ring With a hymn for the dead, chanted low by the breeze.
And the face of the waters, the brow of the mountains Deep-scarred but not shrivelled, and the woods tufted green, Their youth shall renew; and the rocks to the fountains Shall still yield what these yield to the ocean their queen.
But I, day after day, bending lower my head, Pass, chilled in the sunlight, and soon, soon shall have cast, In the height of the banquet, my lot with the dead, Unmissed in the world, joyous, radiant, and vast.
# A Sheaf Gleaned in French Fields/Song (Théophile Gautier)

SONG.
THÉOPHILE GAUTIER.
The butterflies as white as snow Float in bright swarms across the sea; Gay butterflies, pray let me know When shall such wings be given to me?
Know'st thou, O fairest of the fair, My Bayadère with eyes of jet, If I could float like them in air, Where I should go through shine and wet?
Not to the rose, as red it glows, But o'er the vales and forests high, Straight to thy lips that smiles unclose, Flower of my soul, and there I'd die.
# A Sheaf Gleaned in French Fields/Sonnet.—The Pyrenees (Du Bartas)

Sonnet.—THE PYRENEES
DU BARTAS.
Frenchman! Stop there, nor pass that open plain. Girdled with rocks by Nature, on one side, Cut by the Auriège with its rushing tide, And dowered with beauty like a queen to reign. What thou beholdest is no mountain-chain, That is Briareus, towering up in pride To guard the vale and sharply to divide Spain from fair France, and France from swarthy Spain. To each he tenders a fraternal hand, And bears old Atlas' load upon his head; His feet on two seas planted mark him stand! His dark locks are the forests overspread; His ribs the rocks, his sweat the rivers grand; The fabled son of Cœlus is not dead.
# A Sheaf Gleaned in French Fields/Sonnet (Joachim du Bellay)

SONNET.
Joachim Du Bellay.
Happy is he, who, like the Ithacan sage Or the brave hero of the golden fleece, Having far travelled, finds his troubles cease, Amidst his own, in ripe-experienced age. When shall I turn again to life's first page? From the world's tumult when obtain release? And greet the village and the home of Peace Where sweet affections quell each passion's rage? Dearer to me that home my grandsires built, Than Roman palaces with pillars brave, Dearer those roofs of slate than marble gilt, Dearer my Loire than Tiber's sacred wave, Dearer my Lyré than the Palatine, And oh how dear, thou climate Angevine!
# A Sheaf Gleaned in French Fields/S'il l'Avait su (Madame M. Desbordes-Valmore)

S'IL L'AVAIT SU.
MADAME M. DESBORDES-VALMORE.
If he had known—known what a soul he has wounded! O heart, if thy tears had been seen but to flow, Or if thou at his step less wildly hadst bounded, And guarded the power thy deep feeling to show, He could not—he could not, so lightly have altered, Proud to nourish a hope now hurled from its throne, By a love so profound, he touched, must have faltered, If he had known.
If he had known what might be hoped and awaited From a heart in its candour, deception above; For mine he had longed, with a joy unabated, And as he inspired, would have felt also love. Mine eyes bent down ever, concealed my emotion, Guessed he nothing from that? Was't shyness alone? A secret like mine was worth search and devotion, If he had known.
If I had known—I—of the empire he wielded Over hearts that lived in the light of his eyes, As one breathes a pure air, unconscious, unshielded, My steps would have sought other countries and skies. It's too late to talk of love-sign or love-token! My life was a hope, but the hope now has flown! Wilt thou say when thou know'st?—Oh, heart I have broken, If I had known!’
# A Sheaf Gleaned in French Fields/Sonnet (Gérard de Nerval)

SONNET.
GÉRARD DE NERVAL.
Eh quoi! tout est sensible!—Pythagore.
Believest thou thyself the sole thinker, O man, In a world full of life? Thine is thy force, Thou hast free will, and open is thy course, But not for thee to grasp the general plan! In air, i' the flower, in the dull metal scan A soul untainted, and without remorse, Of love a centre, holy as its source, All sentiment—all—thou only in the van! Hush! In the blind wall faces are that peer! Matter is hallowed and stamped with the Word, To use it for impious purposes, fear! A God dwells in all unseen and unheard, Like an embryo eye, a blossom unblown, A spirit exists unperceived in the stone.
# A Sheaf Gleaned in French Fields/Sonnet (Joséphin Soulary)

SONNET.
JOSÉPHIN SOULARY.
For days, weeks, months, and long wearisome years, The sculptor has used his art on the clay, Touched and retouched the shape:—toil thrown away! Heavy, stiff, awkward, still—still it appears. A young apprentice who a vexed mien fears, Laughing in secret, dares at last to say, 'A toy's my forte,—oh, let me try, sir, pray; I have a knack.' Content the master hears. The boy takes up the tool. O strange surprise! Sudden the figure in the sculptor's view Takes lines of beauty; gleam the glorious eyes, And heaves the breast! 'It lives now, sir; adieu! My name is Love—remember me a little, And guard your treasure, for, though fair, 'tis brittle.'
# A Sheaf Gleaned in French Fields/Sonnet (Paul Scarron)

SONNET.
PAUL SCARRON.
Sublime memorials of human pride, Pyramids and tombs, of which the structures vast Witness that Art in glorious ages past With Nature for the mastery boldly vied; Old ruined palaces where the Roman tried His utmost genius, that his work might last; Coliseum where to lions men were cast And gladiators bravely fought and died; Proud monuments all of every age and clime, Ye are demolished, or are crumbling down Under the look of the destroyer, Time. Should I then murmur that beneath his frown After two years, well measured, chime by chime, Out at the elbows is my dressing gown?
# A Sheaf Gleaned in French Fields/Sonnet (Félix Arvers)

SONNET.
FÉLIX ARVERS.
My soul has a secret that no mortal must hear, A love, by its object not guessed and not known, A love, which as hopeless I never may own, A love born to be buried with me in my bier. Alas! that unnoted I must ever be near! Always, always beside her, yet always alone; To the end of my journey as dumb as a stone, Not daring to ask e'en for compassion a tear. As to her, though God made her gentle and tender, She holds on her path, meek, abstracted, and calm, Her life is the rich music low-breathed of a psalm, Nor dreams of the homage one's heart yearns to render. And if haply, O Verse, thou should'st fall in her way, 'Ah me! who is this lady?' is all she would say.
# A Sheaf Gleaned in French Fields/Sextine (Ferdinand de Gramont)

SEXTINE.
LE COMTE F. DE GRAMONT.
Soon after the hour when the night's sombre cheek blushes, In the season of nests, in the advent of flowers, I entered a thicket of ferns graceful, and rushes, Not for the shadow, but the strange colour that flushes And trembles on leaves without number, for hours, While the Sun with Aurora disputes the dew-showers.
My blood in the transit tinged with red the green bowers, For the tufts of the holly, and the stiff blades of the rushes, And the thorns, and the brambles, rising upwards like towers, Had laced a sharp barrier round the home of the flowers. In the glade, when I came, oh, how deep were the blushes! Flowers—flowers, quite a sea,—and a twilight that hushes!
A network harmonious, where, like music, light gushes And mixes with shade o'er the dew's witching showers, Diamond, white pearl, and the opal that flushes In snow and in gold, and the ruby's deep blushes, All shimmered, and then filt'ring from the cups of the flowers Went to streak the green leaves with the rainbow's rich dowers,—
It was then that a Fairy stood forth by the bowers. She seemed to emerge from an oak 'mid the rushes That guarded the north of the kingdom of flowers. Fixed, fixed were mine eyes, yet virgin of showers, As she said—'So thou fliest? The world grinds and it crushes, And here, 'mid my workmen, is peace in the bushes.
'My treasures contemplate, as thou sitt'st by these rushes, With art and at leisure, choose, choose the bright flowers; Weave thy gay garland, and if the wind fiercely brushes And, flinging clouds o'er the sun, destroys their dew-blushes, From thy soul them besprinkle with flame and with showers, And rays everlasting shall dart through the bowers.'
I tied ye up then, oh beloved and chaste flowers! Nor any have added, lest should fade your rich flushes; But my Love would not have them, 'twas a waste of my powers: My blood and my tears through the long-rolling hours Are the gifts she desires, and so back, 'mid the rushes, I brought to the Fairy her flowers with their blushes.
Great was my sorrow, but a sorrow girdled with flowers Is greater. Lethe, oblivion, in darkness still gushes, But in daylight's rich hues, burst forth the tear—showers.
# A Wonder Book/The Gorgon’s Head/After the Story

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TANGLEWOOD PORCH
AFTER THE STORY
‘Was not that a very fine story?’ asked Eustace.
‘Oh yes, yes!’ cried Cowslip, clapping her hands. ‘And those funny old women, with only one eye amongst them! I never heard of anything so strange.’
‘As to their one tooth, which they shifted about,’ observed Primrose, ‘there was nothing so very wonderful in that. I suppose it was a false tooth. But think of your turning Mercury into Quicksilver, and talking about his sister! You are too ridiculous!’
‘And was she not his sister?’ asked Eustace Bright. ‘If I had thought of it sooner, I would have described her as a maiden lady, who kept a pet owl!’
‘Well, at any rate,’ said Primrose, ‘your story seems to have driven away the mist.’
And, indeed, while the tale was going forward, the vapours had been quite exhaled from the landscape. A scene was now disclosed which the spectators might almost ​fancy as having been created since they had last looked in the direction where it lay. About half a mile distant, in the lap of the valley, now appeared a beautiful lake, which reflected a perfect image of its own wooded banks, and of the summits of the more distant hills. It gleamed in glassy tranquillity, without the trace of a winged breeze on any part of its bosom. Beyond its farther shore was Monument Mountain, in a recumbent position, stretching almost across the valley. Eustace Bright compared it to a huge, headless Sphinx, wrapped in a Persian shawl; and, indeed, so rich and diversified was the autumnal foliage of its woods, that the simile of the shawl was by no means too high-coloured for the reality. In the lower ground, between Tanglewood and the lake, the clumps of trees and borders of woodland were chiefly golden-leaved or dusky brown, as having suffered more from frost than the foliage on the hill-sides.
Over all this scene there was a genial sunshine, intermingled with a slight haze, which made it unspeakably soft and tender. Oh, what a day of Indian summer was it going to be! The children snatched their baskets, and set forth, with hop, skip, and jump, and all sorts of frisks and gambols; while Cousin Eustace proved his fitness to preside over the party by outdoing all their antics, and performing several new capers, which none of them could ever hope to imitate. Behind went a good old dog, whose name was Ben. He was one of the most respectable and kind-hearted of quadrupeds, and probably felt it to be his duty not to trust the children away from their parents without some better guardian than this feather-brained Eustace Bright.
# Alumni Oxonienses: the Members of the University of Oxford, 1500-1714/Lloyd, Philip

From volume 3 of the work.
​Lloyd, Philip, s. Joh., of Langorse, co. Brecon, cler. Jesus Coll., matric. 21 May, 1713, aged 18, B.A. 18 March, 1716-7; M.A. from King's Coll., Cambridge, 1721.
# Alumni Oxonienses: the Members of the University of Oxford, 1500-1714/Lloyd, Pierce (1)

From volume 3 of the work.
​Lloyd, Pierce, s. P., of Penrose, co. Anglesey, gent. Jesus Coll., matric. 17 Dec., 1669, aged 16; student of Lincoln's Inn 1671. See Foster's Inns of Court Reg.
# Alumni Oxonienses: the Members of the University of Oxford, 1500-1714/Lloyde, David (2)

From volume 3 of the work.
​Lloyde, David, B.A. 17 Feb., 1575-6.
# Alumni Oxonienses: the Members of the University of Oxford, 1500-1714/Lloyde, Charles

From volume 3 of the work.
​Lloyde, Charles, of co. Carmarthen, gent. Jesus Coll., matric. Nov., 1581, aged 19; B.A. from Brasenose Coll. 17 June, 1585.
# Alumni Oxonienses: the Members of the University of Oxford, 1500-1714/Lloyde, David (3)

From volume 3 of the work.
​Lloyde, David, of co. Cardigan, gent. Jesus Coll., matric. 3 May, 1616, aged 22.
# Alumni Oxonienses: the Members of the University of Oxford, 1500-1714/Lloyde, Edward

From volume 3 of the work.
​Lloyde, Edward, B.D. of Cambridge; incorporated 11 July, 1586. ? See Floyd.
# Alumni Oxonienses: the Members of the University of Oxford, 1500-1714/Lloyd, Peter

From volume 3 of the work.
​Lloyd, Peter, subscribed 16 June, 1610.
# Alumni Oxonienses: the Members of the University of Oxford, 1500-1714/Lloyde, David (4)

From volume 3 of the work.
​Lloyde, David, s. Phil., of St. Davids, co. Pembroke, pp. Jesus Coll., matric. 2 Dec., 1707, aged 19; B.A. 24 March, 1711-12, M.A. 1714; one of these names rector of Kefnllys, co. Radnor, 1717. See Foster's Index Eccl.
# Alumni Oxonienses: the Members of the University of Oxford, 1500-1714/Lloydde, John

From volume 3 of the work.
​Lloydde, J(ohn), of Oriel Coll. in or before 1572.
# Alumni Oxonienses: the Members of the University of Oxford, 1500-1714/Lloyde, David (1)

From volume 3 of the work.
​Lloyde, David, chaplain, B.A. sup. July, 1546. See Foster's Index Eccl.
# A Short Biographical Dictionary of English Literature/Caxton, William

​Caxton, William (1422-1491).—Printer and translator, b. in the Weald of Kent, was apprenticed to a London mercer. On his master's death in 1441 he went to Bruges, and lived there and in various other places in the Low Countries for over 30 years, engaged apparently as head of an association of English merchants trading in foreign parts, and in negotiating commercial treaties between England and the Dukes of Burgundy. His first literary labour was a translation of a French romance, which he entitled The Recuyell of the Historyes of Troye, and which he finished in 1471. About this time he learned the art of printing, and, after being in the service of ​Margaret Duchess of Burgundy, an English princess, returned to his native country and set up at Westminster in 1476 his printing press, the first in England. His Recuyell and The Game and Playe of Chesse had already been printed—the first books in English on the Continent. Here was produced the first book printed in England, The Dictes and Sayings of the Philosophers (1477). C. obtained Royal favour, printed from 80 to 100 separate works many of them translations of his own and d. almost with pen in hand in 1491. His style is clear and idiomatic.
# A Short Biographical Dictionary of English Literature/Chamier, Frederick

​Chamier, Frederick (1796-1870).—Novelist, was in the navy, in which he rose to the rank of Captain. Retiring in 1827, he wrote several sea novels somewhat in the style of Marryat, including Life of a Sailor (1832), Ben Brace, Jack Adams, and Tom Bowling (1841). He also continued James's Naval History, and wrote books of travel.
# A Short Biographical Dictionary of English Literature/Chalkhill, John

​Chalkhill, John—(fl. 1600). Poet, mentioned by Izaak Walton as having written a pastoral poem, Thealma and Clearchus. As nothing else is known of him it has been held by some that the name was a nom-de-plume of W. himself. It has been shown, however, that a gentleman of the name existed during the reign of Elizabeth. W. says he was a friend of Spenser, and that his life was "useful, quiet, and virtuous."
# A Short Biographical Dictionary of English Literature/Chalmers, George

​Chalmers, George (1742-1825).—Antiquary, b. at Fochabers, Elginshire, emigrated to America and practised law in Baltimore; but on the outbreak of the Revolutionary War returned to Britain, and settled in London as a clerk in the Board of Trade. He pub. in 1780 a History of the United Colonies, and wrote lives of Sir David Lyndsay, De Foe, and Mary Queen of Scots. His great work, however, is his Caledonia, of which 3 vols. had been pub. at his death. It was to have been a complete coll. of the topography and antiquities of Scotland; and, as it stands, is a monument of industry and research, though not always trustworthy in disputed points. Besides those mentioned, C. was the author of many other works on political, historical, and literary subjects, and had projected several which he was unable to carry out.
# A Short Biographical Dictionary of English Literature/Chamberlayne, William

​Chamberlayne, William (1619-1689).—Poet, practised medicine at Shaftesbury. On the outbreak of the Civil War he joined the Royalists and fought at the second battle of Newbury. He wrote a play, Love's Victory (1658), and an epic Pharonnida (1659). With occasional beauties he is, in the main, heavy and stiff, and is almost forgotten. He influenced Keats.
# A Short Biographical Dictionary of English Literature/Chambers, Robert

​Chambers, Robert (1802-1871).—Historical and scientific writer, was b. at Peebles. Early dependent on his own exertions, he started business as a bookseller in Edin. at the age of 16, devoting all his spare time to study, to such purpose that in, 1824 he pub. Traditions of Edinburgh, a work in which he had the assistance of Sir W. Scott. Thereafter he poured forth a continuous stream of books and essays on historical, social, antiquarian, and scientific subjects. He joined his brother William (q.v.) in establishing the publishing firm of W. and R. Chambers, and in starting, Chambers's Journal, to which he was a constant contributor. Later ventures were The Cyclopædia of English Literature (1842-44), of which several ed. have appeared (last 1903-6), and Chambers's Cyclopædia (10 vols. 1859-68; new 1888-92). Among his own ​works may be mentioned Vestiges of Creation, pub. anonymously (1844), a precursor of Darwinism, A Life of Burns (1851), Popular Rhymes of Scotland (1847), History of the Rebellions in Scotland, Domestic Annals of Scotland (1859-61), Ancient Sea Margins (1848), Dictionary of Eminent Scotsmen and The Book of Days (1863). He was LL.D. of St. Andrews.