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# A Highland Regiment/On Vimy Ridge

ON Vimy Ridge four months ago
We lived and fought, my friends and I,
And watched the kindly dawn come slow.
Peace bringing from the eastern sky.
Now I sit in a quiet town
Remembering how I used to go
Among the dug-outs up and down,
On Vimy Ridge four months ago.
And often sitting here I've seen,
As then I saw them every night.
The friendly faces tired and keen
Across the flickering candle-light.
And heard their laughter gay and clear,
And watched the fires of courage glow
Above the scattered ash of fear,
On Vimy Ridge four months ago.
Oh, friends of mine, where are you now ?
Somewhere beneath the troubled sky.
With earth above the quiet brow,
Reader and Stalk for ever lie.
But dead or living out or here
I see the friends I used to know,
And hear the laughter gay and clear,
On Vimy Ridge four months ago.
# A Highland Regiment/In the Night

GALLANT fellows, tall and strong,
Oh your strength was not for long,
Now within its bed alone
Quiet lies your nerveless bone.
Merry maidens young and fair,
Now your heads are bleached and bare.
Grinning mouths that smiled so sweet,
Buried deep the dancing feet.
Men and maidens fair and brave
Resting in your darkened grave.
Have you left the light behind.
Will you never feel the wind ?
Oh I know not if you may,
But from eve till dawn of day
Terror holds me in my bed.
Terror of the living dead.
Oxford, 1912
# A Highland Regiment/Old Age

IN the old years that creep on us so fast.
 When Time goes by us with a halting tread,
Shall we sit still and ponder at the last
 The young swift years of love that will be dead ?
Shall we look back upon the passionate years.
 Where in a maze our younger figures move,
Instinct with half-forgotten hopes and fears.
 And gaze anew on the mirage of love ?
Yes, we two, like old actors at the play.
 Watching the beating of a tinsel heart,
Will laugh and weep, and clap our hands, and say,
 " How sadly that young lover played his part
That loved her true and dared not tell her so,
 And she that loved him dared not let him see,"
And we shall watch the hurts of long ago,
 And clap our hands at our old tragedy.
For we shall understand, remembering
 How he spoke thus and she would answer so,
And then we shall see clearly everything
 That was so dark in youth's old puppet-show,
And gazing on the far-ofE stage where stand
 The misty figures that were you and I,
Each in the darkness will stretch out a hand
 To touch the hand of love before we die.
Oxford, 1914
# A Highland Regiment/Neil's Song

From " The Later Wooing "
NOW the day is growing old
 And the shadows pace
Slower now, and now more cold
 O'er the water's face.
When my heart is ebbing low
 With the ebbing tide,
When the happy visions go,
 Why should life abide ?
Now with whispers from the sea
 The little winds go by
Moaning, moaning hopelessly
 That the day should die.
When the hours of memory fill
 All my heart with pain.
When my dreams go down the hill
 Why should life remain ?
Now the world is burning out
 Mountain, glen and sea.
From their barrows all about
 The dead are calling me.
When my hope is flown and dead
 With my love of you.
When the heart of life is fled,
 Shall not life go too ?
1914
# A Highland Regiment/Oxford from the Trenches

London: John Lane, page 24
OXFORD FROM THE TRENCHES
THE clouds are in the sky, and a light rain falling, And through the sodden trench splashed figures come and go, But deep in my heart are the old years calling. And memory is on me of the things I used to know.
Memory is on me of the warm dim chambers. And the laughter of my friends in the huge high-ceilinged hall, Lectures and the voices of the dons deep-droning, The things that were so common once—God, I feel them all.
Here there are the great things, life and death and danger, All I ever dreamed of in the days that used to be. Comrades and good-fellowship, the soul of an army. But, oh, it is the little things that take the heart of me.
For all we knew of old, for little things and lovely. We bow us to a greater life beyond our hope or fear. To bear its heavy burdens, endure its toils unheeding. Because of all the little things so distant and so dear.
Bécourt, 1915
# A Highland Regiment/Peace Upon Earth

UNDER the sky of battle, under the arch of the guns,
Where in a mad red torrent the river of fighting runs.
Where the shout of a strong man sounds no more than a broken
groan,
And the heart of a man rejoicing stands up in its strength
alone,
There in the hour of trial ; and when the battle is spent,
And we sit drinking together, laughing and well content.
Deep in my heart I am hearing a little still voice that sings,
" Well, but what will you do when there comes an end of these
things ? "
Laughter, hard drinking and fighting, quarrels of friend and
friend.
The eyes of the men that trust us, of all these there is an end.
No more in the raving barrage in one swift clamorous breath
We shall jest and curse together on the razor-edge of death.
Old days, old ways, old comrades, for ever and ever good-bye !
We shall walk no more in the twisted ways of the trenches, you
and I,
For the nations have heard the tidings, they have sworn that
wars shall cease,
And it's all one damned long Sunday walk down the straight,
flat road of peace.
Yes, we shall be raptured again by the frock-coat's singular
charm,
That goes so well with children and a loving wife on your arm,
Treading a road that is paved with family dinners and teas,
A sensible dull suburban road planted with decorous trees,
Till we come at last to the heaven our peaceable saints have
trod,
Like the sort of church that our fathers built and called it a
house of God,
And a God like a super-bishop in an apron and nice top-hat —
God, you are God of battles. Forbid that we come to that !
God, you are God of soldiers, merry and rough and kind,
Give to your sons an earth and a heaven more to our mind.
Meat and drink for the body, laughter and song for the soul,
And fighting and clean quick death to end and complete the
whole.
Never a hope of heaven, never a fear of hell,
Only the knowledge that you are a soldier, and all is well,
And whether the end be death or a merrier life be given,
We shall have died in the pride of our youth — and that will be
heaven.
On the road to Fricourt, 1916
# A Short History of Social Life in England

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A Short History
of
Social Life in England
BY
M. B. Synge, F.R.Hist.S.
AUTHOR OF "THE STORY OF THE WORLD," "THE WORLD'S CHILDHOOD," "LIFE OF GORDON," "GREAT MEN AND GREAT DEEDS," ETC.
NEW YORK
A. S. BARNES & COMPANY
1930
Copyright, 1906, by A. S. BARNES & COMPANY
A SHORT HISTORY
OF
SOCIAL LIFE IN ENGLAND
CONTENTS :
| INTRODUCTORY | PAGE xi |
| CHAPTER I ||
| THE SPEECHLESS PAST | 1 |
| CHAPTER II ||
| A GREAT CIVILISATION: B.C. 55–A.D. 410 | 15 |
| CHAPTER III ||
| FROM THE SHORES OF THE NORTH SEA: 449–597 | 31 ​ |
| CHAPTER IV ||
| OUR GREAT INHERITANCE: 597–1066 | 47 |
| CHAPTER V ||
| "SAXON AND NORMAN AND DANE ARE WE": 1066–1201 | 61 |
| CHAPTER VI ||
| AN AGE OF PROMISE: 1204–1250 | 75 |
| CHAPTER VII ||
| THE DAWN OF LUXURY: 1250–1348 | 87 |
| CHAPTER VIII ||
| DEPOPULATION: 1348–1399 | 99 ​ |
| CHAPTER IX ||
| RISE OF THE MIDDLE CLASS: 1399–1485 | 109 |
| CHAPTER X ||
| CHURCH AND PEOPLE: FIFTEENTH CENTURY | 123 |
| CHAPTER XI ||
| LIFE UNDER HENRY VIII. | 135 |
| CHAPTER XII ||
| THE NEW WORSHIP: 1509–1558 | 149 |
| CHAPTER XIII ||
| "MERRIE ENGLAND": 1558-1603 | 161 ​ |
| CHAPTER XIV ||
| "MERRIE ENGLAND" (continued): 1558–1603 | 175 |
| CHAPTER XV ||
| THE PURITANS: 1603–1642 | 191 |
| CHAPTER XVI ||
| ENGLAND A COMMONWEALTH: 1642–1660 | 207 |
| CHAPTER XVII ||
| THE RESTORATION: 1660–1689 | 219 |
| CHAPTER XVIII ||
| AFTER THE REVOLUTION: 1689–1702 | 235 ​ |
| CHAPTER XIX ||
| UNDER "GOOD QUEEN ANNE": 1702–1714 | 251 |
| CHAPTER XX ||
| THE HOUSE OF HANOVER: 1714–1727 | 267 |
| CHAPTER XXI ||
| COUNTRY LIFE: 1727–1742 | 283 |
| CHAPTER XXII ||
| THE NEW PHILANTHROPY: 1742–1785 | 297 |
| CHAPTER XXIII ||
| THE "QUALITY": 1785–1802 | 309 ​ |
| CHAPTER XXIV ||
| DAWN OF THE NINETEENTH CENTURY: 1802–1820 | 323 |
| CHAPTER XXV ||
| PROGRESS: 1820–1837 | 337 |
| CHAPTER XXVI ||
| UNDER QUEEN VICTORIA: 1837–1865 | 353 |
| CHAPTER XXVII ||
| AN AGE OF WONDER: 1865–1885 | 369 |
| CHAPTER XXVIII ||
| TO-DAY: 1885–1906 | 383 |
| APPENDIX | 395 |
| INDEX | 405 |
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# A Short History of Russian "Fantastica"/Supplement to Part 5

Supplements 1 & 2, Part 5 and its supplement appear in Australian science fiction periodical "The Mentor", Issue 81. (January 1994)
Several speeches at the meeting in Kiev:
Academician K. M. Sitnik:
"In science we prize men who think non-standardly. Our society needs such fantasy, which forms a non-standard mentality. We have many problems. In the Ukraine 40% of the soil is subjected to erosion and many rivers are destroyed by drought. We must, not only in romance, stop this disaster and begin to restore the soil, rivers, etc. But fantasy can suggest many concrete things. Fantasy moves progress."
E. Parnov, the writer and chairman of the SF council attached to the Board of the Union of Writers of the USSR:
"Science fiction is more than literature. It is an exceptional phenomenon of the culture of the 20th Century. It is like an encyclopedia. Any questions which we consider today were formerly considered by science fiction. It concerns also ecological problems or moral improvement. Certainly, such SF (the brothers Strugatski's science fiction works, for instance) opened the way with difficulty, but everywhere fantasy spoke its pioneer works. Science developed its own way and it rarely makes use of science fiction writer's promptings although the works of K. Tsiolkovski were brought to the notice of the designers of space techniques <...> The essence is that SF surveys the problem more widely <...> China's authorities, not without reason, changed their attitude to SF right from the start of the economic reforms in that country. There are two sciencefiction newspapers in China (in Peking and in Shanghai) but there is no SF newspaper in the USSR."
V. Michailov (the writer):
"Fan clubs are in great need of any books... the All - Union publishing house (the fantasy literature) is essential for publishing SF books... <...> Serious criticism also is essential. But we haven't any SF magazines and science fiction novels, and stories are scattered in many magazines." A. Strugatski (the writer): "I didn't comprehend what you intended to do here. My brother and I didn't imagine the real scope of the fan clubs' movement. You are the clubs of professional readers, that's why I was enjoying myself when Academician K. M. Sitnik told you about photosynthesis <...> I understand that great work is going on...<...> The magazine URALSKI SLEDOPIT became an organ of fan clubs, and everything else forms around this magazine."
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# A Soliloquy on the Soul (1)

А
SOLILOQUY
ON THE
SOUL.
By Mr. Thomas Black,
Late Miniſter of the Goſpel in Perth.
To which is added,
A MEDITATION
Wrote a little before the Author's Death,
STIRLING:
PRINTED AND SOLD BY C. RANDALL
1810
* А Soliloquy on the Soul
* A Meditation
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# A Soliloquy of the Full Moon, She Being in a Mad Passion

Now as Heaven is my Lot, they're the Pests of the Nation! Wherever they can come With clankum and blankum 'Tis all Botheration, & Hell & Damnation, With fun, jeering Conjuring Sky-staring, Loungering, And still to the tune of Transmogrification-- Those muttering Spluttering Ventriloquogusty Poets With no Hats Or Hats that are rusty. They're my Torment and Curse And harass me worse And bait me and bay me, far sorer I vow Than the Screech of the Owl Or the witch-wolf's long howl, Or sheep-killing Butcher-dog's inward Bow wow For me they all spite--an unfortunate Wight. And the very first moment that I came to Light A Rascal call'd Voss the more to his scandal, Turn'd me into a sickle with never a handle. A Night or two after a worse Rogue there came, The head of the Gang, one Wordsworth by name-- `Ho! What's in the wind?' 'Tis the voice of a Wizzard! I saw him look at me most terribly blue ! He was hunting for witch-rhymes from great A to Izzard, And soon as he'd found them made no more ado But chang'd me at once to a little Canoe. From this strange Enchantment uncharm'd by degrees I began to take courage & hop'd for some Ease, When one Coleridge, a Raff of the self-same Banditti Past by--& intending no doubt to be witty, Because I'd th' ill-fortune his taste to displease, He turn'd up his nose, And in pitiful Prose Made me into the half of a small Cheshire Cheese. Well, a night or two past--it was wind, rain & hail-- And I ventur'd abroad in a thick Cloak & veil-- But the very first Evening he saw me again The last mentioned Ruffian popp'd out of his Den-- I was resting a moment on the bare edge of Naddle I fancy the sight of me turn'd his Brains addle-- For what was I now? A complete Barley-mow And when I climb'd higher he made a long leg, And chang'd me at once to an Ostrich's Egg-- But now Heaven be praised in contempt of the Loon, I am I myself I, the jolly full Moon. Yet my heart is still fluttering-- For I heard the Rogue muttering-- He was hulking and skulking at the skirt of a Wood When lightly & brightly on tip-toe I stood On the long level Line of a motionless Cloud And ho! what a Skittle-ground! quoth he aloud And wish'd from his heart nine Nine-pins to see In brightness & size just proportion'd to me. So I fear'd from my soul, That he'd make me a Bowl, But in spite of his spite This was more than his might And still Heaven be prais'd! in contempt of the Loon I am I myself I, the jolly full Moon.
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# A Soliloquy on the Soul (1)/A Meditation

A
MEDITATION
Wrote a little before the Author's Death.
TO thee O Jeſus I will ſing, Who mankind fall'n from where he ſtood, Up from their ruined ſtate did bring, Having redeem'd them by his blood.
I'll praiſe thee, who the angelic race. Preſerv'ſt trom fear of falling free, Extending unto both thy grace, And who uphold it all things that be.
'Tis true ſome heaven-born left their ſtate, This was the place where they ſat; Made void when they were turn'd to hell, But thou this ruin to repair.
​But thou this ruin to repair, Tock'ſt ſome of fallen Adam's race, Like the beſt angels made them fair, And ſit to fill that empty ſpace.
Let me ſweet Chriſt, now undertake, The moving cauſes forth to ſhew, Why thou left heaven and didſt make A viſit for this earth below.
Why thou didſt voluntary leave, The Father's high throne for a while, To be accounted for a ſlave, And live with rebels in exile.
Why thou with fleſhy vale did chuſe, Thy divine countenance to hide, Why thou to die. didſt not refuſe, And in the grave ſometime abide,
If thou, O Lord, hadſt not ſo, Then had the whole of human race, Been utterly expos'd to woe, And never in God's ſight found grace.
The Father's wrath had not been ſtill'd Nor could his image been repair'd The law could not have been fulfill'd, Which none of mankind would have ſpar'd.
Nor would heaven's door, that once was ſhut Been opend to let any in, ​Who under ſentence had been put, ot condemnation for their ſin.
Nor would death ſpoil'd be of its ſting, Nor would the grave been vanquiſhed, That thoſe within into death did bring, Again might rais'd be from the dead.
Neither could trophies have been rais'd, Upon the ſpoils of conquer'd hell, Nor our dull bodies been prepar'd, n the bleſt regions to dwell.
From all that dreadful miſery, Under which man for in did groan, He is delivered and ſet free. To what thou ſuffer'd haſt and done.
And as thy ſufferings now are paſt, And thou'rt ſet on thy throne on high, So ſhall thy ranſom'd ones at laſt, Share in that glorious dignity,
FINIS.
# A Soldier in the Colored Brigade

"A Soldier in the Colored Brigade" (1863); Words by George Cooper, 1838-1927; Music by Stephen Collins Foster, 1826-1864. Source: Foster, S. C. & Cooper, G. (1863) A Soldier in De Colored Brigade. New York: Firth, Son & Co. [Notated Music] Retrieved from the Library of Congress, https://www.loc.gov/item/2011565317/.}
   1. Old Uncle Abram wants us, and we're coming right along  I tell you what it is, we're gwine to muster mighty strong Then fare you well my honey dear! now dont you be afraid  I's bound to be a soldier in de colored brigade
   CHORUS A soldier! a soldier in de darkey brigade! I's bound to be a soldier in de colored brigade.
   2. O! when we meed de enemy I s'pect we make 'em stare,  I tink he'll catch a tartar when he meets de woolly hair. We'll fight while we are able and in greenbacks we'll be paid,  And soon I'll be a Colonel in de Colored Brigade.
   CHORUS A Colonel! A Colonel in de darkey Brigade, And soon I'll be a Colonel in de Colored Brigade!
   3. Wid musket on my shoulder and wid banjo in my hand,  For Union, and de Constitution as it was I stand. Now some folks tink de darkey for dis fighting was'nt made,  We'll show dem what's de matter in de Colored Brigade!
   CHORUS De matter! De matter in de darkey Brigade, We'll show dem what's de matter in the Colored Brigade!
   4. In days ob Gen'ral Washington we fought de British well,  Behind de bales wid "Hickory" I tink we made 'em yell. I tell you we're de chickens dat can handle gun or spade,  And Greeley he'll go wid us in de Colored Brigade.
   CHORUS Go wid us! Go wid us in de darkey Brigade, And Greeley he'll go wid us in de Colored Brigade!
   5. Some say dey lub de darkey and dey want him to be free,  I s'pec dey only fooling and dey better let him be. For him dey'd brake dis Union which de're forefadders hab made,  Worth more dan twenty millions ob de Colored Brigade.
   CHORUS Dan millions! Dan millions of de darkey Brigade, Worth more dan twenty millions of be Colored Brigade!
   6. Den cheer up now my honey dear I hear de trumpets play,  And gib me just a little buss before I go away. I'll marry you when I come back so dont you be afraid,  We'll raise up picanninnies for de Colored Brigade.
   CHORUS Ninnies! Ninnies for de darkey Brigade, We'll raise up picanninnies for de Colored Brigade!
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# A Simplified Grammar of the Danish Language/Part II/Adjectives

Adjectives. (Tillægsord.)
Adjectives must agree in number and gender, both with the noun which they qualify, and with that to which they stand in the relation of predicates; as, et lidet Hus, 'a little house;' Vejen var hende for lang, 'the way was too long for her;' de söde små Börn, 'the dear (sweet) little children!' Generalens Værelser vare ikke så store som mine, 'the General's rooms were not so large as mine.'
The plural adjectives få, 'few,' mange, 'many,' alle, 'all,' admit of being used with a singular verb, and without the adjective-article; as, der kommer få Mand, 'a few men (man) are coming;' Klokken er mange, 'it is late, (the clock is many);' alle gang, 'every (all) time.'
Al, alt (n.), 'all,' begge, 'both,' precede the noun directly, without the adjective-article, while they require the affix-article to be appended to the noun; as, al Verden, 'all the world;' alt Græsset, 'all the grass;' Begge Pigerne, 'both the girls.'
Hel, 'all,' 'whole,' may be used with either article; as, hele Huset, or det hele Hus, 'the whole house.'
Adjectives may be used as, and in the place of, nouns, the latter being understood; as, hun ælskede den Gode, 'she loved the good (man, person);' De Stolte, 'the proud! (people).'
Some adjectives, expressive of worth, or obligation, follow the objective noun, instead of standing near the subject-noun; as, Præsten er den Ære værdig, 'the clergyman is worthy of the honour;' Soldaten er Generalen intet skyldig, 'the soldier owes the General nothing.'
Adjectives follow the noun when used as titular distinctions; as Knud den store, 'Canute the Great;' Karl den femte, 'Charles the Fifth.'
When adjectives are used to represent nouns they follow the same rules as the latter in regard to the genitive, which they form by adding s; as, de Godes Handlinger og de Slettes, 'the actions of the good and the bad.' An apostrophe is inadmissible here, as in the case of nouns, although in some names, more especially when they are of foreign origin, it is occasionally used, as Darius's.
# A Simplified Grammar of the Danish Language/Part II/Prepositions

Prepositions. (Forholdsord.)
The Danish prepositions usually govern the objective, but some, as fra, 'from;' i, 'in,' 'on;' til, 'to,' are associated with a genitive, in which we may trace a survival of the original inflexion of the Old Northern nouns. Thus, in the expressions of at gå fra Bords, 'to leave the table;' i Mandags, 'on (last) Monday;' at være til Års, 'to be up in years;' at gå til Sengs, 'to go to bed,' we have evidence of the early government of cases by prepositions.
When fra and til are thus used they convey a sense of motion. I, på, and om respectively indicate a past, a definite future, and a recurring period; as, min Broder rejste i Söndags, 'my brother left last Sunday;' han kommer hjem på Fredag, 'he is coming home next Friday;' vi tage på Landet om Lördag, 'we go into the country on the Saturdays.'
The prepositions ad and af, which through an inexact mode of pronunciation have lost their distinctive sounds, have in point of fact a totally different meaning—the former implying motion towards, or association, and the latter generally motion from, and disassociation; as, han vinker ad Barnet, 'he beckons to the child;' det er en Ven ad mig, 'it is a friend of mine;' hun går af Vejen, 'she goes off the road!' at tage sine Klæder af, 'to take off one's clothes.'
The last example affords an instance of the post position of a preposition, which is of common occurrence in Danish; as, Kommer De med? 'Are you coming (with)?' Luk Vinduet til, 'Shut the window (to);' Det var Drengen, hun gav Blommen til, 'It was the boy to whom she gave the plum;' Lægen gik ham forbi, 'The doctor passed him (by).'
Some prepositions, as bag, 'behind,' foran, 'before,' næst, 'next to,' samt, 'together with,' do not admit of this postposition, but must always precede the word which they govern.
Some prepositions, and most frequently for, over, om, med, til, ved, govern the present infinitive of verbs, preceded by at, 'to;' as, Hun kommer for at se mig, 'She comes (for) to see me;' Jeg glæder mig over at få den Bog, 'I am glad (over) to get that book;' Drengen har ikke Lyst til at rejse, 'The boy does not care to travel.'