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# Poems (Emerson, Household Edition, 1904)/Caritas

CARITAS
In the suburb, in the town, On the railway, in the square, Came a beam of goodness down Doubling daylight everywhere: Peace now each for malice takes, Beauty for his sinful weeds, For the angel Hope aye makes Him an angel whom she leads.
# Poems (Emerson, Household Edition, 1904)/Brahma

BRAHMA
If the red slayer think he slays, Or if the slain think he is slain, They know not well the subtle ways I keep, and pass, and turn again.
Far or forgot to me is near; Shadow and sunlight are the same; The vanished gods to me appear; And one to me are shame and fame.
They reckon ill who leave me out; When me they fly, I am the wings; I am the doubter and the doubt, And I the hymn the Brahmin sings.
The strong gods pine for my abode, And pine in vain the sacred Seven; But thou, meek lover of the good! Find me, and turn thy back on heaven.
# Poems of Peace/Immortality

IMMORTALITY
He shall not die who seeks the Way of Truth; He shall not see corruption who doth walk With stainless feet the Path of Purity; He shall not wander in dark worlds of woe Who finds the Gate of Good and enters there, For he shall taste of immortality While feasting at the table of his Lord.
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# Poems of Peace/Knowledge

KNOWLEDGE
We find the Good by being good, the True By being true, the Real by dissolving Our fond illusions, thereby piercing through Shadow, and knowing substance. By resolving, We can attain, and by attaining, know; And, knowing, who shall cause us grief or harm? What trembling victim of the world’s vain show Shall pierce the armoured heart, or foil the arm Of him whose Shield is Wisdom? What event, What circumstance, what mutability Can shake the Changeless? And whoso hath blent His life with Changeless Good, stands steadfastly In Knowledge, fearing nothing, hating naught; His heart and mind Love-fashioned, Wisdom-wrought.
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# Poems of Peace/Long I sought Thee

LONG I SOUGHT THEE
Long I sought thee, Spirit holy, Master Spirit, meek and lowly; Sought thee with a silent sorrow, brooding o’er the woes of men; Vainly sought thy yoke of meekness ’Neath the weight of woe and weakness; Finding not, yet in my failing, seeking o’er and o’er again.
In unrest and doubt and sadness Dwelt I, yet I knew thy Gladness Waited somewhere; somewhere greeted torn and sorrowing hearts like mine; Knew that somehow I should find thee, Leaving sin and woe behind me, And at last thy Love would bid me enter into Rest divine.
Hatred, mockery, and reviling Scorched my seeking soul, defiling That which should have been thy Temple, wherein thou should’st move and dwell; Praying, striving, hoping, calling; Suffering, sorrowing in my falling, Still I sought thee, groping blindly in the gloomy depths of hell.
And I sought thee till I found thee; And the dark Powers all around me Fled, and left me silent, peaceful, brooding o’er thy holy themes; From within me and without me Fled they when I ceased to doubt thee; And I found thee in thy Glory, mighty Master of my dreams!
Yea, I found thee, Spirit holy, Beautiful and pure and lowly; Found thy Joy and Peace and Gladness; found thee in thy House of Rest; Found thy strength in Love and Meekness, And my pain and woe and weakness Left me, and I walked the Pathway trodden only by the blest.
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# Poems of Peace/On releasing a Captive Bird

ON RELEASING A CAPTIVE BIRD
I found a little bird held fast, ensnared By ruthless hands; a gentle, captive prey Thirsting for freedom, piteously scared, Struggling in vain to ’scape and soar away.
I marked his terror, and I took him up; His fluttering heart spoke out his wild despair. “Look, you and I with the great gods shall sup This day,” I said; then threw him into air.
Whereat he soared, and wheeled, and flew away; Great was his joy, and ruth-born bliss was mine; Thus supped we both with the high gods that day; Thus tasted we their nectar, drank their wine.
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# Poems of Peace/If thou would'st right the World

IF THOU WOULD’ST RIGHT THE WORLD
If thou would’st right the world, And banish all its evils and its woes, Make its wild places bloom, And its drear deserts blossom as the rose,— Then right thyself.
If thou would’st turn the world From its long, lone captivity in sin, Restore all broken hearts, Slay grief, and let sweet consolation in,— Turn thou thyself.
If thou would’st cure the world Of its long sickness, end its grief and pain, Bring in all-healing Joy, And give to the afflicted rest again,— Then cure thyself.
If thou would’st wake the world Out of its dream of death and dark’ning strife, Bring it to Love and Peace, And Light and brightness of immortal Life,— Wake thou thyself.
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# Poems of Peace/Liberty

LIBERTY
The unwise say, “Our sufferings are unjust, Our pains and woes rise from the scattered dust Of sinful ancestors; we are not free; Our fathers robbed us of our liberty By what they did; and we are weak and frail Because they erred; they fell, and we must fail.
“Our drunkenness comes from their love of wine; Our lusts their revels made; and we divine Our manifold diseases by the ways In which they walked; and as they trod the maze Made by their feet, so we must likewise tread, For we are bound and driven by the dead.”
Thy sins are thine, O man! and from thy deeds Thy life, with all its weal and woe, proceeds; By self, and not by others, thou art bound; In thine own will and heart the root is found Of all thy lack of peace; ope thou thine eyes, Leave the dead past, and look within; be wise.
Make pure thy heart, and thou wilt make thy life Rich, sweet, and beautiful, unmarred by strife; Guard well thy mind, and, noble, strong, and free, Nothing shall harm, disturb, or conquer thee; For all thy foes are in thy heart and mind; There also thy salvation thou wilt find.
Mind is the Master-power that moulds and makes, And Man is Mind, and evermore he takes The Tool of Thought, and, shaping what he wills, Brings forth a thousand joys, a thousand ills;— He thinks in secret, and it comes to pass; Environment is but his looking-glass.
In his own heart he fosters dark desires, Or strives for good, or loftily aspires; In his own life he reaps what he has sown, Or pain or peace, he garners in his own. Thou man, that bowest to heredity, Know this—the Law of life is Liberty.
By Thought we rise; by Thought we fall; by Thought We stand or go all destiny is wrought By its swift potency; and he who stands Master of Thought, and his desires commands, Willing and weaving thoughts of Love and Might, Shapes his high end in Truth’s unerring Light.
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# Poems of Peace/Man Divine

MAN DIVINE
Man is superior to sin and shame, Evil and error he will yet dethrone, The beasts within he will o’ercome and tame, The brute will pass, the Angel will be known; Yea, even now the Man divine appears, Crowned with conquest, victor o’er all fears.
Hail to thee, Man divine! the conqueror Of sin and shame and sorrow; no more weak, Wormlike and grovelling art thou; no, nor Wilt thou again bow down to things that wreak Scourgings and death upon thee; thou dost rise Triumphant in thy strength; good, pure, and wise.
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# Poems of Peace/One Thing Lacking

ONE THING LACKING
E’en at the Master’s holy feet, low kneeling, Came one who knew nor worldly want nor stress, Yet sad with fruitless search for Truth, and feeling Perchance the Teacher of the world might bless; Then asked he softly, and with humble pleading,一 “Good Master, canst Thou calm my inward strife? Show me the lofty highway of Thy leading; What shall I do to gain Eternal Life?”
Then He, the Lord of Life, looked down in kindness Upon the kneeling form, and, answering, said,— “Thou knowest the commandments, be not mindless Of these, and thou shalt live, though thou wert dead.” Replied the kneeling one,—“All these things keeping From my youth up, I sought Thee out this day, Yet still I wander unawakened, sleeping; I have not found the high and holy Way.”
“Yet lackest thou one thing, yield thy desiring,” (Thus spake the Master), “do not grasp, but give; Sell that thou holdest, and, with free aspiring, Come, follow Me, and thou shalt surely live; For whoso follows Me, all selfish clinging Yielding with pure and undivided mind Shall nothing lack; yea, for his earthly bringing Surely the Heavenly Treasure he shall find.”
Now he who knelt was very rich, and cherished His earthly treasure in his inmost heart; And even there his spirit paused and perished, Losing renunciation’s better part: Noble but not complete, the Master leaving To cleave unto his perishable day, He chose the path of passing things and grieving,
And, sorrow-stricken, went his lonely way.
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# Poems of Peace/Love's Conquest

LOVE’S CONQUEST
I stood upon the shore, and saw the rocks Resist the onslaught of the mighty sea, And when I thought how all the countless shocks They had withstood through an eternity, I said, “To wear away this solid main The ceaseless efforts of the waves are vain.”
But when I thought how they the rocks had rent, And saw the sand and shingles at my feet (Poor passive remnants of resistance spent) Tumbled and tossed where they the waters meet, Then saw I ancient landmarks ’neath the waves, And knew the waters held the stones their slaves.
I saw the mighty work the waters wrought By patient softness and unceasing flow; How they the proudest promontory brought Unto their feet, and massy hills laid low; How the soft drops the adamantine wall Conquered at last, and brought it to its fall.
And then I knew that hard, resisting sin Should yield at last to Love’s soft ceaseless roll Coming and going, ever flowing in Upon the proud rocks of the human soul; That all resistance should be spent and past, And every heart yield unto it at last.
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# Poems (Pizey)/On a Young Lady who died in a Consumption

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# Poems (Pizey)/On Religion

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# Poems (Eminescu)/The Tale of the Forest

THE TALE OF THE FOREST
Glorious emperor is the forest, Countless peoples live and grow, Flourish ’neath his gracious shelter, All to him allegiance owe.
Moon and stars, the sun above them, On his blue escutcheon are, Harts and hinds, his courtiers, wander In his kingdom wide and far.
Messengers, the hares swift-footed, Bear the news; while nightingales Form an orchestra most wondrous, And the springs are telling tales.
Swarms of wand’ring bees alight there On the flowers, in the glade; Ants, great armies, their food gather Near the pathways, in the shade.
Let’s go to the king, belovèd, Let’s like children be, let’s dream, So that love, and joy, our whole life, As a game to us may seem.
And thus happy, blithely living, Being now again a boy, I should think that nature made thee Just for me, the sweetest toy.
​From the world we both will wander, All alone and lost we’ll be, We shall sleep beside the fountain Springing ’neath the old lime-tree.
And the tree will shed its flowers On us, far away now borne; All alone, from distant sheepfolds, Dreaming we shall hear the horn…
Nearer, always nearer sounding — Nearer we’ll be arm in arm… On the waters, in the bowers Weaves the moon a magic charm.
Soon by horn the wise men’s council, Called together by the king, With his whole court’s great assembly, Cornes around us gathering.
Foaming white the hippocampus, Diademed the aurochs goes, Stags with their majestic antlers, And the nimble mountain roes.
Who we are, they all discuss it, From the lime-tree ask it now; And our host then, gently speaking, With his branches makes a bow:
„See how happy they are dreaming, In a fairy tale they seem… See how much they love each other! ’Tis the beech-wood’s blissful dream!“
# Poems (Eminescu)/The midnight hour of sorrow...

THE MIDNIGHT HOUR OF SORROW…
The midnight hour of sorrow on brazen bell doth toll, And sleep, life’s toll-collector, comes not to take the toll. On roads so often trodden Death wants to lead for aye, And Life and Death comparing, which is the best to weigh; But now my reason’s balance unchangèd still doth stand, For ’tween them both is fixèd, unmoved the pointing hand.
# Poems (Eminescu)/What is love?

WHAT IS LOVE?
O, what is love? It is a cause Of pain so long and sore, That though thou shedd’st a million tears It still will ask for more.
A passing token but from her Forever binds thy soul, And never wilt forget her now, Thy life is hers, the whole.
But when on threshold there for thee, Or in the shady nooks, Fulfilling all thy hearts desire, She waits with longing looks,
Then earth and heavens disappear, And throbbing is thy heart, All hangs on a half-whispered word, New life with it doth start.
A pressure of the hand so sweet, An eyelash twinkling, nay, A lazy gait, an aimless word, Pursues thee night and day.
And eyes pursue thee, light thy way, Like sun and moon so bright, And wheresoever, night and day They are thy only light.
And it was doomed that all thy life For her alone shall long, For like the water bindweed she Has caught thy soul so strong.
# Poems (Eminescu)/Where poplars solitary grow

WHERE POPLARS SOLITARY GROW…
Where poplars solitary grow I passed so oft alone, And all thy neighbours knew me well, By thee I was not known.
Beneath thy shining window oft Up looking did I stand, A whole world round thee understood, Thou didst not understand.
How often did I wait to hear From thee a whispered word, How happy should I then have been, Had I thy voice but heard.
O but an hour of love with thee, An hour to be thy friend, To hear thy whisp’ring accents sweet, And then this life to end.
If from thine eye serene had come To me a ray of love, Then for all future times would shine A new star’s light above.
Thou wouldst have lived for ages long, For ever in my rhyme, And thou wouldst shine, with marble arms, As beauty’s mould sublime.
​And thou wouldst be for aye adored, So beauteous, with no peer, Like fairies from the times of yore, That in our dreams appear.
I loved thee with a heathen’s eyes, With painful passion hot, That from my father’s fathers came To be my earthly lot.
But seldom do I pass to-day, Mine eyes no longer burn, Nor do I care if sadly thou For me thy head dost turn.
For in thy gesture, gait, to-day Thou art like all, and I Indifferently look at thee With dead man’s sightless eye.
O if thy soul had then been filled With sacred ecstasy, Thou wouldst have lit on earth love’s lamp To burn eternally.
# Poems (Fields)

POEMS
BY
JAMES T. FIELDS.
BOSTON:
WILLIAM D. TICKNOR & COMPANY.
MDCCCXLIX.
Entered according to Act of Congress, in tho year 1849, by
William D. Ticknor and Company,
in the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the District of Massachusetts.
BOSTON:
THURSTON, TORRY & EMERSON,
31 Devonshire Street.
CONTENTS.
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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# Poems (Eminescu)/To my Critics

TO MY CRITICS
There are many flowers, but only Few of them a fruit will bear, All light seeking, but for many Early death is all their share.
It is easy to write verses When thou nothing hast to tell, Like the pearls bare phrases stringing, Word by word to rhyme them well;
But when longings, passions, tossing Prey upon thy mind and heart, Thou dost hear tumultuous voices, Listening then to all thou art.
At the doors of thought all knocking, Like the flowers for light they press, They all want this world to enter, Well adorned in speech’s dress.
For thy whole life’s deepest passions, For thy suffering soul which cries, Dost thou see the awful judges With their cruel icy eyes?
O then on thy head so heavy All the heaven seems to fall; Where to find the word that fitly Answers truth’s and beauty’s call?
​Critics, you, like barren flowers, Ever fruitless, know it well: ’Tis most easy to write verses, When one nothing has to tell.
# Poems (Fields)/A Valentine

A VALENTINE.
# Poems (Eminescu)/Thou goest...

THOU GOEST…
Thou goest and through years of suff’ring For thee will long my dreary eyes, Of all thy being’s charms enamour’d, For thy sweet smile my spirit sighs.
My love’s not mild like tales of fairies, My love so painful tears my breast, And O thy soul is but a demon In beauteous form of marble dressed!
Thy face has all the charms of pallor, And moist and sparkling is thine eye, With coaxing looks thou art so thrilling, So full of wiles, so roguish, sly.
And when thou touchest me I quiver, And when I hear thy steps I start, Thy trembling lashes’ charm for ever Enthralls my life, my throbbing heart.
Thou goest and I shall no longer With deep regret for past days mourn, No more a victim, will no longer My heart with ruthless pain be torn.
And in my ear thy burning whisper My ravished mind no longer woos, Thy hand no longer smooths my forehead, To make me all my wits to lose.
​O in my thought with names most shameful Thy conduct I could then reprove, I cursed thee with the wildest hatred, I cursed thee, O it was but love!
Now even this is left no longer And none have I to curse to-day, And as to-day will be to-morrow, So all my years will pass away.
An autumn which doth sadly linger Above a dreary fountain dry, And o’er it withered leaves are falling— They are my dreams that now must die.
And life to me seems but a madness, So spent before e’en it was born, In an eternity of darkness One moment’s bliss and thence forlorn.
O thence for ever from me flying My luck I never, never met, O give me back one moment’s treasure With all its years of deep regret!
# Poems (Fields)/A Bridal Melody

A BRIDAL MELODY.
# Popular Mechanics/Volume 50/Issue 5

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Popular Mechanics Magazine REGISTERED IN U.S. PATENT OFFICE. WRITTEN SO YOU CAN UNDERSTAND IT
* The Latest Submarine Life-Saver
* Will Rocket Planes Reach the Stars?
* Inventors of Circus Laughs by Paul Paddock
* The New Age of Electric Heat by Calvin Frazer
* Twenty Five Years of Flying
* Air-Picked Gold Fields by James Montagnes
* Easy Tricks with Thimbles
* Cheating the Sea by Capt. T. P. H. Whitelaw
* The Master of Light by Fairfax Downey
* The Champion of the Fleet by Thomas W. Kune
* What are the Northern Lights? by James Nevin Miller
* Crashes Made to Order by Leland S. Jamieson
* What Television Offers You
* Helpful Hints from Radio Experts
* A Spanish-Desk Radio Cabinet by E. M. Love
* New Perfect-Tone Six Employs Screen-Grid Tubes
* Shadow Pictures-a Fascinating Pastime by R. Gregg
* Your Home Gymnasium
* The Walking Duck by H. C. McKay
* Paper Scraps Make Decorative Pottery by Harold Jackson
* Two Tables in Art Moderne by E. R. Hann
* A 6-in Bench Shaper by J. V. Romig
* How to Make Rush or Fiber Seats by L. Day Perry
* The Home that Runs Itself
Popular Mechanics also includes many small articles. These are included at the end of each of the above featured articles.
# Popular Mechanics/Volume 50/Issue 6

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* Hunting Oil with Dynamite by Thos. M. Nelson
* The First Great Passenger Liner of the Air
* From Wood Burners to Steel Giants
* Light Houses of the Air by H. H. Dunn
* The World's Most Famous Yachts
* Glass House to Save Your Eyes
* The Amazing Story of the "Talkies"
* Corn Flour to Run Autos?
* The Mystery of the Tides
* Have You a Ninth Sense?
* The Romance of Modern Logging by Walter Raleigh
* Uncle Sam to Show Talking Cow by G. H. Dacy
* Easy Tricks with Fruit by Sam Brown
* Here is Your Television Receiver! by Frank L. Brittin
* Helpful Hints from Radio Experts
* Stage Scenes from Vacation Pictures by Paul Paddock
* Make Your Own Christmas Decorations by Edwin M. Love
* Knots You Should Know by Sam Brown
* Hints for Ship Modelers by W. F. Crosby
* How to Refinish Your Old Furniture by Berton Ellliot
* An Unusual Table Lamp by H. F. Weatherby
* Useful Tire-Chain Repairing Tools by G. A. Luers
* An Easy Way to Save $1500
Popular Mechanics also includes many small articles. These are included at the end of each of the above featured articles.
# Popular Mechanics/Volume 50/Issue 4

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* Color For Your Movies
* Can Flyers Conquer Thunderbolts?
* Guardians of the Sea
* Trapping Wild Elephants by Captain J. P. Williams
* Solving the Secrets of Life
* Fighting Fire With Fire
* Making Aircraft Airworthy by K. M. Painter
* Sun Spots Forecast Better Radio
* Teaching Bees New Tricks by G. H. Dacy
* Learning to Fly by J. Earle Miller
* Neptune's Battering Rams by Calvin Frazer
* A New Highway for an Old Empire
* Growing Wings for the Army
* Build This Compact B-Eliminator by R. C. Morton
* A Spanish-Desk Radio Cabinet by E. M. Love
* Helpful Hints from Radio Experts
* More Speed from the Outboard Boat by Clyde Hansley
* Boomerang Throwing is Great Sport by Keenan H. Ward
* Medieval Lantern Easy to Make by E. Gilmore
* Attractive Wooden Trim for Cabinetwork by Claude West
* Your Boy Will Like This Liner by Hi Sibley
* Designing Radiator Furniture by Thos. W. Benson
* A House Complete for $2500
Popular Mechanics also includes many small articles. These are included at the end of each of the above featured articles.
# Popular Science Monthly/Volume 1

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# Poems (Southey)/Volume 1/Sonnet 5 (Did then the bold Slave rear at last the Sword)

SONNET V.
# Poems (Southey)/Volume 1/Sonnet 6 - To a Brook near the Village of Corston

SONNET VI.
To a BROOK near the Village of Corston.
# Poems (Southey)/Volume 1/Sonnet 8 (With many a weary step, at length I gain)

SONNET VIII.
# Poems (Southey)/Volume 1/Sonnet 3 (Oh he is worn with toil! the big drops run)

SONNET III.
# Poems (Southey)/Volume 1/Sonnet 4 (What tho' no sculptured monument proclaim)

SONNET IV.
# Poems (Southey)/Volume 1/Sonnet 6 (High in the air expos'd the Slave is hung)

SONNET VI.
# Poems (Southey)/Volume 1/Sonnet 7 - To the Evening Rainbow

SONNET VII.
To the EVENING RAINBOW.
# Poems (Southey)/Volume 1/Sonnet 9 (Fair is the rising morn when o'er the sky)

SONNET IX.
# Poems (Southey)/Volume 1/Sonnet 4 ('Tis Night; the mercenary tyrants sleep)

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# Poems (Southey)/Volume 1/Sonnet 5 (Hard by the road, where on that little mound)

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# Poems (Tennyson, 1843)/Volume 1/Second Song—To the Same

SECOND SONG.
TO THE SAME.
Thy tuwhits are lull'd I wot, Thy tuwhoos of yesternight, Which upon the dark afloat, So took echo with delight, So took echo with delight, That her voice untuneful grown, Wears all day a fainter tone.
I would mock thy chaunt anew; But I cannot mimick it; Not a whit of thy tuwhoo, Thee to woo to thy tuwhit, Thee to woo to thy tuwhit, With a lengthen'd loud halloo, Tuwhoo, tuwhit, tuwhit, tuwhoo-o-o.