OpenLLM-France/wikimedia huggingface dataset:
# The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman/Volume 3/Chapter 14

CHAP. XIV.
Let us go back to the ******—in the last chapter.
It is a singular stroke of eloquence (at least it was so, when eloquence flourished at Athens and Rome, and would be so now, did orators wear mantles) not to mention the name of a thing, when you had the thing about you, in petto, ready to produce, pop, in the place you want it. A scar, an axe, a sword, a pink'd doublet, a rusty helmet, a pound and a half of pot-ashes in an urn, or a three-halfpenny pickle pot,—but above all, a tender infant royally accoutred.—Tho' if it was too young, and the oration as long as Tully's second Philippick,—it must certainly have beshit the orator's ​mantle.—And then again, if too old,—it must have been unwieldy and incommodious to his action,—so as to make him lose by his child almost as much as he could gain by it.—Otherwise, when a state orator has hit the precise age to a minute,—hid his BAMBINO in his mantle so cunningly that no mortal could smell it,—and produced it so critically, that no soul could say, it came in by head and shoulders,—Oh, Sirs! it has done wonders.—It has open'd the sluices, and turn'd the brains, and shook the principles, and unhinged the politicks of half a nation.
These feats however are not to be done, except in those states and times, I say, where orators wore mantles,—and pretty large ones too, my brethren, with some twenty or five and twenty yards of good ​purple, superfine, marketable cloth in them,—with large flowing folds and doubles, and in great stile of design.—All which plainly shews, may it please your worships, that the decay of eloquence, and the little good service it does at present, both within, and without doors, is owing to nothing else in the world, but short coats, and the disuse of trunk-hose.—We can conceal nothing under ours, Madam, worth shewing.
# The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman/Volume 3/Chapter 15

CHAP. XV.
Dr. Slop was within an ace of being an exception to all this argumentation: for happening to have his green bays bag upon his knees, when he began to parody my uncle Toby,—'twas as good as the best mantle in the world to him: for which purpose, when he foresaw the sentence would end in his new ​invented forceps, he thrust his hand into the bag in order to have them ready to clap in, where your reverences took so much notice of the ******, which had he managed,—my uncle Toby had certainly been overthrown: the sentence and the argument in that case jumping closely in one point, so like the two lines which form the salient angle of a raveline,—Dr. Slop would never have given them up;—and my uncle Toby would as soon thought of flying, as taking them by force: but Dr. Slop fumbled so vilely in pulling them out, it took off the whole effect, and what was a ten times worse evil (for they seldom come alone in this life) in pulling out his forceps, his forceps unfortunately drew out the squirt along with it.
When a proposition can be taken in two senses,—'tis a law in disputation That the respondent may reply to which ​of the two he pleases, or finds most convenient for hm.—This threw the advantage of the argument quite on my uncle Toby's side.—"Good God!" cried my uncle Toby, "are children brought into the world with a squirt?"
# The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman/Volume 3/Chapter 19

CHAP. XIX.
— What a conjuncture was here lost!—My father in one of his best explanatory moods,—in eager pursuit of a metaphysic point into the very regions where clouds and thick darkness would soon have encompassed it about;—my uncle Toby in one of the finest dispositions for it in the world;—his head like a smoak-jack;—the funnel unswept, and the ideas ​whirling round and round about in it, all obfuscated and darkened over with fuliginous matter!—By the tomb stone of Lucian—if it is in being,—if not, why then, by his ashes! by the ashes of my dear Rabelais, and dearer Cervantes,—my father and my uncle Toby's discourse upon time and eternity,—was a discourse devoutly to be wished for! and the petulancy of my father's humour in putting a stop to it, as he did, was a robbery of the Ontologic treasury, of such a jewel, as no coalition of great occasions and great men, are ever likely to restore to it again.
# The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman/Volume 3/Chapter 2

CHAP. II.
"—What prodigious armies you had in Flanders!"———
Brother Toby, replied my father, taking his wig from off his head with his right hand, and with his left pulling out a striped India handkerchief from his right coat pocket, in order to rub his head, ​as he argued the point with my uncle Toby.———
—Now, in this I think my father was much to blame; and I will give you my reasons for it.
Matters of no more seeming consequence in themselves than, "Whether my father should have taken off his wig with his right hand or with his left,"—have divided the greatest kingdoms, and made the crowns of the monarchs who governed them, to totter upon their heads.—But need I tell you, Sir, that the circumstances with which every thing in this world is begirt, give every thing in this world its size and shape;—and by tightening it, or relaxing it, this way or that, make the thing to be, what it is—great—little—good—bad—indifferent ​or not indifferent, just as the case happens.
As my father's India handkerchief was in his right coat pocket, he should by no means have suffered his right hand to have got engaged: on the contrary, instead of taking off his wig with it, as he did, he ought to have committed that entirely to the left; and then, when the natural exigency my father was under of rubbing his head, call'd out for his handkerchief, he would have had nothing in the world to have done, but to have put his right hand into his right coat pocket and taken it out;—which he might have done without any violence, or the least ungraceful twist in any one tendon or muscle of his whole body.
In this case, (unless indeed, my father ​had been resolved to make a fool of himself by holding the wig stiff in his left hand—or by making some nonsensical angle or other at his elbow joint, or armpit)—his whole attitude had been easy—natural—unforced: Reynolds himself, as great and gracefully as he paints, might have painted him as he sat.
Now, as my father managed this matter,—consider what a devil of a figure my father made of himself.
—In the latter end of Queen Anne's reign, and in the beginning of the reign of King George the first,—"Coat pockets were cut very low down in the skirt."—I need say no more—the father of mischief, had he had been hammering at it a month, could not have contrived a worse fashion for one in my father's situation.
# The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman/Volume 3/Chapter 21

CHAP. XXI.
Every day for at least ten years together did my father resolve to have it mended—'tis not mended yet;—no family but ours would have borne with it an hour,—and what is most astonishing, there was not a subject in the world upon which my father was so elegant, as upon that of door-hinges.—And yet at the same time, he was certainly one of the greatest bubbles to them, I think, that history can produce: his rhetoric and conduct were at perpetual handy-cuffs.—Never did the parlour-door open—but his philosophy or his principles fell a victim to it;—three drops of oyl with a feather, and a smart stroke of a hammer, had saved his honour for ever.
​—Inconsistent soul that man is!—languishing under wounds, which he has the power to heal!—his whole life a contradiction to his knowledge!—his reason, that precious gift of God to him—(instead of pouring in oyl) serving but to sharpen his sensibilities,—to multiply his pains and render him more melancholy and uneasy under them!—poor unhappy creature, that he should do so!—are not the necessary causes of misery in this life enow, but he must add voluntary ones to his stock of sorrow;—struggle against evils which cannot be avoided, and submit to others, which a tenth part of the trouble they create him, would remove from his heart for ever.?
By all that is good and virtuous! if there are three drops of oyl to be got, and a hammer to be found within ten miles ​of Shandy-Hall,—the parlour-door hinge shall be mended this reign.
# The Impressions of a Cousin

* "The Impressions of a Cousin" in The Century Magazine 27 (1–2) (November–December 1883):
** "The Impressions of a Cousin" in The Century Magazine 27 (1) (November 1883): 116–129.
** "The Impressions of a Cousin" in The Century Magazine 27 (2) (December 1883): 257–275.
    — First publication in any form.
* "The Impressions of a Cousin" in Tales of Three Cities (Boston: James R. Osgood & Co., 1884): 3–117.
    — First American book edition; published 17 October 1884.
* "The Impressions of a Cousin" in Tales of Three Cities (London: Macmillan & Co., 1884): 209–308.
    — First English book edition; published 18 November 1884.
* "The Impressions of a Cousin" in Watch and Ward, Longstaff's Marriage, Eugene Pickering, and Other Tales (London: Macmillan, 1923): 365–457.
    — Volume 24 of The Novels and Stories of Henry James, the first posthumous collection of James' works.
# The Importance of Being Earnest
## THE PERSONS IN THE PLAY

John Worthing, J.P. Algernon Moncrieff Rev. Canon Chasuble, D.D. Merriman, Butler
Lane, Manservant Lady Augusta Bracknell Hon. Gwendolen Fairfax Cecily Cardew Miss Prism, Governess

## THE SCENES OF THE PLAY

ACT I. Algernon Moncrieff’s Flat in Half-Moon Street, W.
ACT II. The Garden at the Manor House, Woolton.
ACT III. Drawing-Room at the Manor House, Woolton.
TIME: The Present.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
Public domainPublic domainfalsefalse
# The Mahabharata/Book 1: Adi Parva/Section XLIV

Section XLIV. ( Astika Parva continued. )
Sauti said, "And the councillors beholding the king in the coils of Takshaka, became pale with fear, and they all wept in exceeding grief. And hearing the roar of Takshaka, the ministers all fled. And as they were flying away in great grief they saw Takshaka, the king of snakes, that wonderful of serpents, coursing through the blue sky like a lotus-colored streak, very much looking like the vermeil-colored line on a woman's crown dividing in the middle the dark masses of her hair.
"And the mansion in which the king was, blazed up with Takshaka's poison. And the king's counicillors on beholding it fled away in all directions. And the king himself fell down as if struck with lightning.
"And when the king was fairly laid low by Takshaka's poison, the councillors of the monarch, with the king's priest—a holy Brahmana, performed all his last rites. And all the citizens assembling together made the minor son of the deceased monarch their king. And the people called their new king, that slayer of all enemies, that hero of the Kuru race, by the name of Janamejaya. And that excellent of monarchs, Janamejaya, though a child, was wise in mind. And with his councillors and priest; the eldest son of that bull amongst the Kurus, ruled his kingdom like his heroic great-grand-father (Yudhish-thira.) And then the ministers of the youthful monarch beholding that he could now keep his enemies in check, went to Savarnavarmana, the king of Kasi (Beneras) and asked him his daughter Vapushtama for a bride. And the king of Kasi, after due inquiries bestowed with ordained rites his daughter Vapushtama on the mighty hero of the Kuru race. And the latter receiving his bride became exceedingly glad. And he gave not his heart at any time to any other woman. And gifted with great energy, he wandered in pursuit of pleasure, with a cheerful heart, on expanses of water and amid woods and flowery fields. And that first of monarchs ​passed his time in pleasure as Pururava of old did on receiving the celestial damsel Urvasi. And the fairest of the fair, the damsel Vapushtama too, devoted to her lord and celebrated for her beauty, having gained a desirable husband, pleased him by the excess of her affection during the period he spent in the pursuit of pleasure."
And so ends the forty-fourth Section in the Astika of the Adi Parva.
# The Lover's Songster/Robin Adair

ROBIN ADAIR.
WHAT'S this dull town to me? Robin's not near, What was't I wish'd to see? What wish'd to hear? Where's all the joy and mirth Made this town heaven on earth? Oh! they are all fled with thee, Robin Adair.
What made the Assembly shine?— Robin Adair: What made the ball so fine? Robin was there: What, when the play was o'er, What made my heart so sore?— Oh! it was parting with Robin Adair.
But thou art cold to me, Robin Adair; But now thour't cold to me,
Robin Adair: Yet he I lov'd so well, Still in my heart shall dwell: Oh! I can ne'er forget
Robin Adair.
# The Lover's Songster/Tell her I love her

Tell her I love her.
TELL her I love her while the clouds drop rain,
Or while there's water in the pathly main;
Tell her I love her till this life be o'er,
And then my ghost shall visit this sweet shore:
Tell her I only ask she'll think on me—
I'll love her while there's salt within the sea:
Tell her all this; tell it, tell it o'er and o'er,
I'll love her while there's salt within the sea:
Tell her all this; tell it o'er and o'er;
The anchor's weigh'd, or I would tell her more.
# The Lover's Songster/The Girl of my Heart

The Girl of my Heart.
I HAVE parks, I have grounds, I have deer, I have hounds, And for sporting a neat little cottage; I have youth, I have wealth, I have strength, I have health, Yet I mope like a beau in his dotage. What can I want?—'Tis the Girl of my heart, To share those treasures with me; For had I the wealth which the Indies impart, No pleasure would it give me, Without the lovely girl of my heart— The sweet lovely girl of my heart.
My domain far extends,
And sustains social friends, Who make music divinely enchanting; We have balls, we have plays, We have routs, public days, And yet still I find something a-wanting. What should it be, but the girl of my heart, To share those treasures with me?
And had I the wealth which the Indies impart, No pleasure would it give me, Without the lovely girl of my heart— The sweet lovely girl of my heart.
​For what is the wealth which the Indies impart,
Compar'd with the girl of my heart?
Then give me the girl of my heart.
# The Lover's Songster/The Sailor's Journal

The Sailor's Journal.
'TWAS post meridian half past four,
By signal I from Nancy parted;
At six she linger'd on the shore,
With uplift hands, and broken hearted:
At seven, while taught'ning the fore-stay,
I saw her faint, or else 'twas fancy:
At eight we all got under weigh,
And bid a long adieu to Nancy.
Night came—and now eight bells had rung
While carless sailors, ever cheery,
On the mid-watch so jovial sung,
With tempers labour cannot weary;
I, little to their mirth inclin'd,
While tender thoughts rush'd on my fancy,
And my warm sighs increas'd the wind,
Look'd on the moon and thought of Nancy.
Next morn a storm came on at four,
At six the elements in motion,
Plung'd me, and three poor sailors more,
Headlong into the foaming ocean!
Poor wretches! they soon found their graves;
For me—it may be only fancy— But love seem'd to forbid the waves
To snatch me from the arms of Nancy.
Scarce the foul hurricane was clear'd,
Scarce winds and waves had ceas'd to rattle,
Ere a bold enemy appear'd,
And dauntless, we prepar'd for battle. ​And now, while some dear friend or wife,
Like lightning, rush'd on ev'ry fancy,
To Providence I trusted life,
Put up a pray'r—and thought on Nancy.
At last, 'twas in the month of May,
The crew, it being lovely weather,
At three, A. M. discover'd day,
And England's chalky cliffs together;
At seven, up channel how we bore!
While hopes and fears rush'd on my fancy!
At twelve I gaily jump'd ashore,
And to my throbbing heart press'd Nancy.
# The Lover's Songster/The Streamlet

From the opera The Woodman (1791).
The Streamlet.
THE streamlet that flow'd round her cot
All the charms of my Emily knew,
How oft has its course been forgot,
While it paus'd her dear image to woo.
Believe me, the fond silver tide
Knew from whence it deriv'd the fair prize,
For silently swelling with pride,
It reflected her back to the skies.
# The Lover's Songster/Sally Roy

Sally Roy.
FAIR Sally, once the village pride, Lies cold and wan in yonder valley; She lost her lover, and she died; Grief broke the heart of gentle Sally. Young Valiant was the hero's name, For early valour fir'd the boy, Who barter'd all his love for fame, And kill'd the hopes of Sally Roy.
Swift from the arms of weeping love, As rag'd the war in yonder valley, He rush'd, his martial pow'r to prove, While faint with fear sunk lovely Sally. At noon she saw the youth depart; At eve she lost her darling joy; Ere night, the last throb of her heart Declared the fate of Sally Roy.
The virgin train in tears are seen, When yellow midnight fills the valley. Slow stealing o'er the dewy green, Towards the grave of gentle Sally. And while remembrance wakes the sigh, Which weans each feeling heart from joy; The mournful dirge, ascending high,
Bewails the fate of Sally Roy
# The Lover's Songster/Tammy's Courtship

Tammy's Courtship.
OH, where ha'e ye been a' day, my boy Tammy?
Where ha'e ye been a' day, my boy Tammy?
I've been by burn and flow'ry brae,
Meadow green and mountain grey,
Courting, o' this young thing, just come frae her mammy.
And where gat ye that young thing, my boy Tammy?
And where gat ye that young thing, my boy Tammy?
I gat her down in yonder howe,
Smiling on a broomy knowe,
Herding ae wee lamb and ewe for her poor mammy.
What said you to the bonny bairn, my boy Tammy?
What said you to the bonny bairn, my boy Tammy?
I prais'd her een, sae lovely blue,
Her dimpled cheek and cherry mou';
I pree'd it aft as ye may trow—she said she'd tell her mammy.
I held her to my beating breast, my young, my smiling lammy;
I held her to my beating breast, my young, my smiling lammy:
I hae a house, it cost me dear,
I've wealth o' plenishing and gear,
Ye'se get it a', wer't ten times mair, gin ye will leave your mammy.
​The smile gaed aff her bonny face—I manna leave my mammy,
The smile gaed aff her bonny face—I manna leave my mammy:
She's gi'en me meat, she's gi'en me claise,
She's been my comfort a' her days;
My Father's death brought mony waes—I canna leave my mammy.
We'll tak' her hame, and make her fain, my ain kind hearted lammy.
We'll tak' her hame, and mak' her fain, my ain kind hearted lammy;
We'll gi'e her meat, we'll gi'e her claise,
We'll be her comfort all her days;
The wee thing gi'es her han, and says,—
There! gang and ask my mammy.
Has she been to the kirk wi' thee, my boy Tammy?
Has she been to the kirk wi' thee, my boy Tammy?
She has been to the kirk wi' me,
And the tear was in her e'e—
But oh! she's but a young thing, just come frae her mammy!
# The Lover's Songster/The Bewildered Maid

From the opera Kais (1808).
The Bewildered Maid.
SLOW broke the light and sweet breath'd the morn,
When a maiden I saw sitting under a thorn,
Her dark hair hung loose on her bosom of snow,
Her eyes look'd bewilder'd, her cheeks pale with woe.
Ah! whence is thy sorrow, fair maiden? said I.
The green grave will answer, she said, with a sigh.
The merry lark so sweetly did sing o'er her head,
As she thought on her grief, and the battle, she said.
The breeze murmur'd by, when she look'd up forlorn,
Hark! Hark! didst thou hear, 'twas the sigh of the morn;
They say, that in battle my love met his death,
But ah 'twas this hawthorn that robb'd his sweet breath.
​Come here, faithful Robin, live safe from the storm;
In my bosom now sing, there my true love lies warm.
Ah! Robin, be constant, my true love was brave,
Sweet Robin shall fit and sing over my grave.
# The Indian Biographical Dictionary (1915)/Jolly, Julius E

Find main topic
Layout 2
​Jolly, Juliuse E. Ph.D., b. at Heidelberg, 1849; s. of Philip von Joily, Professor of Physics at the University of Munich; educ; at Munich, Berlin and Leipzig in comparative Philology, Oriental Languages and Jurisprudence; became private descent at the University of Wiirzburg, Bavaria, 1872; Professor Extraordinary, 1877; Professor Ordinary (Sanskrit Comparative Philology,) 1836; visited England frequently to study Sanskrit Mss. in London; to India, 1882-3; was Tagore Law Professor, Calcuta; studied the ancient legal literature of India and is now recognized as the leading authority on native Indian Law. Publications. The Institutes of Narada (translated from the Sanskrit), The Institutes of Vishnu (in the “Sacred Books of the East”) Vishnusmriti; History of the Hindu Law, (Tagore Law Lectures); Naradasmriti Manutikasaingraha; Manava Dharmasastra; Minor Law Books; Rechun Sitte (in Buhler’s Encyclopaedia of Indo Aryan Research) 1890; Medicine (ibid), 1901, numerous articles on Indian Philology in English and German periodicals, besides other philological works; assisted Sir R. West in the preparation of a new edition of West and Buhler’s Digest of the Hindu Law; belongs to several learned Societies; Corresponding Member; Bavarian Academy of Science, 1886, and of the R. Society of Science at Gottingen, 1904: Honorary Member of the R. Asiatic Society, 1904. etc.
# The Indian Biographical Dictionary (1915)/Jones, William Brittain

Find main topic
Layout 2
​Jones, William Brittain, B.A (Lond), C.S.I. (1883), I.C.S. (retired); b. 1834; s. of Rev. W. London; entered to the Bar (Inne Temple): entered I.C.S, (Bengal), served in various lower grades till 1882; Resident, Hyderabad 1882. Chief Commissioner, Central Provinces, 1883-4; retired, 1885. Address: West Hill Lodge; West Hill, St. Leonards-on-Sea, Club: East India United service.
# The Indian Biographical Dictionary (1915)/Johnstone, James William Douglas

Find main topic
Layout 2
​Johnstone, James William Douglas. C.I.E. (1911) I.C.S. (retired): b. 1855; s. of Maj-Geneial Henry Campbell Johnstone; educ: at Edinburgh Acadamy and University; joined Punjab Education Department as Professor, Government College, Lahore, 1877; transferred as Headmaster, Mayo, College, Ajmir, 1881; Principal, Daly College, Indore, 1885; Tutor to Maharaja Sindia, 1890-1895; Inspr-General of Education, Gwalior State, 1894; Fellow, Allahabad University; Census Commissioner, Gwalior State, 1910-1911; Member of State Council, Gwaliar. Publication: “Gwaliar” (1918). Address Queen Anne’s Mansion S.W.
# The Indian Biographical Dictionary (1915)/Jones, T

Find main topic
Layout 2
​Jones, T, Editor, “Times of Ceylon”. Address: Colombo, Ceylon.
# The Indian Biographical Dictionary (1915)/Jones-Vaughan, Major-General Hugh Thomas

Find main topic
Layout 2
​Jones-Vaughan, Major-General Hugh Thomas, C.B, (1894), I.A. (retired); b. Glanywern, 1841; e. of Jones; educ, at Sandhurst: passed Staff College, 1871; served in the Indian Mutiny, 1857-8; Afghan war, as Brig-Major of ]st Division; Brig-Major in the Zaimuht expedition; Brevet Lt-Colonel; A.A.G. Western District, 1887-92; Major-General, 1899; General Officer commanding troops, Straits Settlements, 1894 1899; J.P. for Carvenshire: Col: Loyal, N. Lancashire. Address. Tydoyallivydyu, Rhydyclarfey, Carnarvonshire. Club. United Service.
# The Indian Biographical Dictionary (1915)/Joosat Karamally Khan, Khan Sahib

Find main topic
Layout 2
​Joosat Karamally Khan, Khan Sahib. Managing Director, Baroda Tramway Co, Ld.; C, 1863; estab lished various concerns; founded the Baroda Tramway Co, Ld. and the All-India United Insurance Co, Ld., floated the Audit Bank of India Ld; holds large contracts in Bombay, Poona Kirku and Baroda, endowed a building for Reading Room and Library in the Baroda Cantonment in commemoration of the Coronation of late Emperor Edward VII: Krprban Sahib, 1909, Address. Baroda India.
# The Indian Biographical Dictionary (1915)/Johnstone, Sir Donald Campbell

Find main topic
Layout 2
​Johnstone, Sir Donald Campbell, Kt. (1915), I.C.S.; educ: Edinburgh Academy; passed I.C.S. examination, 1877; Joined I.C.S. and arrived in India, 1879; served in the Punjab and in Bombay as Assistant Commissioner; Junior Secretary to Financial Commissioner, Punjab, 1888; District Judge, 1891; Divisional Judge, 1895; Temporary Additional Judge, Chief Court, Punjab, 1905; ​Confirmed, 1907. Address: Lahore, Punjab, India.