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# The Poetical Works of William Motherwell/To a Friend at Parting

To a Friend at Parting.
Farewell, my friend!—Perchance again I'll clasp thee to a faithful heart— Farewell my friend!—We part in pain, Yet we must part!
Were this memento to declare All that the inward moods portray, Dark boding grief were pictured there, And wild dismay!
For thee, my fancy paints a scene Of peace on life's remoter shore— Thy wishes long fulfilled have been, Or even more:
And when success hath crowned thy toil, And hope hath raised thy heart to Heaven— Thou well mayst love the generous soil Where love was given.
For me, my friend, I fear there's nought. In dim futurity, of gladness; There ever rises on my thought A dream of sadness:
Yet gazing upon guileless faces, Sunned by the light of laughing eyes, I recreant were to own no traces Of social ties.
Even I may borrow from another The smile I fain would call my own, Striving, with childish art, to smother The care unknown.
Farewell! Farewell!—All good attend thee— At home, abroad—on land, or sea— That Heaven may evermore befriend thee, My prayer shall be!
Should a dark thought of him arise Whose parting hand thou must resign, Let it go forth to stormy skies, Not tarnish thine:
Never may Melancholy's brood Disturb the fountain of thy joy, Nor dusky Passion's fitful mood Thy peace alloy!
'Up, anchor! up!'—The mariner Thus hymns to the inconstant wind— Heave not one sigh, where'er you steer, For me behind!
# The Poetical Works of William Motherwell/To the Lady of My Heart

To the Lady of My Heart.
They oft have told me that deceit Lies hid in dimpled smiles, But eyes so chaste and lips so sweet Conceal not wanton wiles!
I'll trust thee, lady!—To deceive, Or guileful tale to speak, Was never fashioned I believe The beauty of thy cheek!
Yes, I will trust the azure eye That thrilled me with delight, The loving load-star of a sky Which erst was darkest night.
Ever, dear maid, in weal or wo, In gladness and in sorrow, Hand clasped in hand, we'll forward go, Both eventide and morrow!
# The Poetical Works of William Motherwell/The Witches' Joys

The Witches' Joys.
A Rhapsody Most Pleasant and Merry.
When night winds rave O'er the fresh scooped grave, And the dead therein that lie, Glare upward to the sky; When gibbering imps sit down, To feast on lord or clown, And tear the shroud away From their lithe and pallid prey; Then clustering close, how grim They munch each withered limb! Or quarrel for dainty rare, The lip of lady fair— The tongue of high-born dame, That never would defame, And was of scandal free As any mute could be! Or suck the tintless cheek Of maiden mild and meek; And when in revel rout They kick peeled skulls about,
And shout in maddest mirth— "These dull toys awed the earth!" Oh then, oh then, oh then, We hurry forth amain; For with such eldritch cries, Begin our revelries!
II.
When the murderer's blanched corse Swings with a sighing hoarse From gibbet and from chain, As the bat sucks out his brain, And the owlet pecks his eyes, And the wild fox gnaws his thighs; While the raven croaks with glee, Lord of the dead man's tree; And rocked on that green skull, With sated look and dull, In gloomy pride looks o'er The waste and wildered moor, And dreams some other day Shall bring him fresher prey; When over bog and fen, To lure wayfaring men,
Malicious spirits trail A ground-fire thin and pale, Which the belated wight Pursues the livelong night, Till in the treacherous ground An unmade grave is found,— Oh then, oh then, oh then, We hurry forth amain, Ha! ha! his feeble cries Begin our revelries.
III.
When the spirits of the North, Hurl howling tempests forth; When seas of lightning flare, And thunders choke the air; When the ocean starts to life, To madness, horror, strife, And the goodly bark breaks up, Like ungirded drinking cup, And each stately mast is split In some rude thunder-fit; And like feather on the foam, Float shattered plank and boom;
When, midst the tempest's roar, Pale listeners on the shore Hear the curse and shriek of men, As they sink and rise again On the gurley billow's back, And their strong broad breast-bones crack On the iron-ribbed coast, As back to hell they're toss'd, Oh then, oh then, oh then, We hurry forth again! For amid such lusty cries, Begin our revelries.
IV.
When aged parents flee The noble wreck to see, And mark their sons roll in Through foam and thundering din, All mottled black and blue— Their icy lips cut through In the agony of death, While drifting on their path; When gentle maidens stand Upon the wreck-rich strand,
And every labouring wave That doth their small feet lave, Gives them a ghastly lover To wring their white hands over, And tear their spray-wet hair In the madness of despair;— Oh then, oh then, oh then, We hurry home amain; For their heart-piercing cries, Shame our wild revelries!
# The Poetical Works of William Motherwell/To * * * *

To * * * *
I never dreamed that lips so sweet, That eyes of such a heavenly hue, Were framed for falsehood and deceit, Would prove, as they have proved—untrue.
Methought if love on earth e'er shone, 'Twas in the temple of thine eyes, And if truth's accents e'er were known, 'Twas in the music of thy sighs.
Has then thy love been all a show, Thy plighted truth an acted part— Did no affection ever glow In the chill region of that heart?
And could'st thou seem to me to cling Like tendril of the clasping vine, Yet all prove vain imagining, Thy soul yield no response to mine?
It has been so—so let it be— Rejoice, thou false one, in thy guile, Others, perhaps, may censure thee, I would not dim thy fickle smile.
Farewell!—In kindness I would part, As once I deemed in love we met— Farewell!—This wrong'd and bleeding heart Can thee Forgive, but not Forget!
# The Poetical Works of William Motherwell/To a Lady's Bonnet

To a Lady's Bonnet.
Invidious shade! why thus presume, O'er face so fair to cast thy gloom; And hide from the enamoured sight, Those lips so sweet, and eyes so bright? Why veil those blushes of the cheek, Which purity of soul bespeak? Why shroud that brow in hermit cell, On which high thoughts serenely dwell? Why chain severe the clustering hair, That whilome shed a radiance rare— A golden mist—o'er neck and brow, Like sunset over drifted snow?
O kindly shade, for ever be Between me and love's witchery!— For ever be to Ellen's eyes, Like grateful cloud in summer skies, Mellowing the fervour of the day: For should they dart another ray Of their enchanting light on me, Farewell the proud boast—I am free!
# The Poetical Works of William Motherwell/This Is No Solitude

This Is No Solitude.
This is no Solitude; These brown woods speak In tones most musical—this limpid river Chaunts a low song, to be forgotten never!— These my beloved companions are so meek, So soul-sustaining, I were crazed to seek Again the tumult, the o'erpowering hum, Which of the ever busy hiving city come— Parting us from ourselves.—Still let us breathe The heavenly air of contemplation here; And with old trees, grey stones, and runnels clear, Claim kindred and hold converse. He that seeth Upon this vesper spot no loveliness, Nor hears therein a voice of tenderness, Calling him friend, Nature in vain would bless!
# The Question Answer'd

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From Notebook, p. 105, reversed. See also Songs and Ballads

#### 1st reading:

The Question Answer'd
What is it men [of del.] in women do require?
The lineaments of Gratified Desire.
What is it women do [of del.] in men require?
The lineaments of Gratified Desire.
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#### 2nd reading:

What is it men in women do require
The lineaments of Gratified Desire
What is it women do in men require
The lineaments of Gratified Desire
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* ↑ "Blake Complete Writings", ed. Geoffrey Keynes, pub. OUP 1966/85, p. 180.
* ↑ "The Complete Poetry & Prose of William Blake", ed. by David V. Erdman, Anchor Books, 1988, p. 474
* ↑ "What is it men do in women require..." 1 in women] of women 1st rdg p 103 3 in men] of men 1st rdg p 103
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# The Questioning Spirit

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The human spirits saw I on a day, Sitting and looking each a different way; And hardly tasking, subtly questioning, Another spirit went around the ring To each and each: and as he ceased his say, Each after each, I heard them singly sing, Some querulously high, some softly, sadly low, We know not, what avails to know? We know not, wherefore need we know? This answer gave they still unto his suing, We know not, let us do as we are doing. Dost thou not know that these things only seem? I know not, let me dream my dream. Are dust and ashes fit to make a treasure? I know not, let me take my pleasure. What shall avail the knowledge thou hast sought? I know not, let me think my thought. What is the end of strife? I know not, let me live my life. How many days or e’er thou mean’st to move? I know not, let me love my love. Were not things old once new? I know not, let me do as others do. And when the rest were over past, I know not, I will do my duty, said the last.
Thy duty do? rejoined the voice, Ah, do it, do it, and rejoice; But shalt thou then, when all is done, Enjoy a love, embrace a beauty Like these, that may be seen and won In life, whose course will then be run; Or wilt thou be where there is none? I know not, I will do my duty.
And taking up the word around, above, below, Some querulously high, some softly, sadly low, We know not, sang they all, nor ever need we know! We know not, sang they, what avails to know? Whereat the questioning spirit, some short space, Though unabashed, stood quiet in his place. But as the echoing chorus died away And to their dreams the rest returned apace, By the one spirit I saw him kneeling low, And in a silvery whisper heard him say: Truly, thou know’st not, and thou need’st not know; Hope only, hope thou, and believe alway; I also know not, and I need not know, Only with questionings pass I to and fro, Perplexing these that sleep, and in their folly Imbreeding doubt and sceptic melancholy; Till that, their dreams deserting, they with me Come all to this true ignorance and thee.
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# The Sacred Fire

“They lit a fire within their land that long was ashes cold”
* Shorter, Dora Sigerson (1918), "The Sacred Fire" in The Sad Years
* Shorter, Dora Sigerson (1922), "The Sacred Fire" in The Tricolour: Poems of the Irish Revolution
# The Sacred Fount

* The Sacred Fount (New York: Charles Scribner's Sons, 1901)
    — First American book edition. Published 6 February 1901.
* The Sacred Fount (London: Methuen & Co., 1901)
    — First English book edition. Published 15 February 1901.
* The Sacred Fount (London: Macmillan & Co., 1923)
    — Volume 29 of The Novels and Stories of Henry James, the first posthumous collection of James' works; uses the "New York Edition" text. In the public domain due to non-renewal of copyright.
# The Sacred Fount (New York: Charles Scribner's Sons, 1901)

First American edition. Published 6 February 1901, in a first printing of 3000 copies; sold for $1.50.
THE SACRED FOUNT
By
HENRY JAMES
THE SACRED FOUNT
THE SACRED FOUNT
BY
HENRY JAMES
NEW YORK
CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS
1901
Copyright, 1901, by
CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS
TROW DIRECTORY
PRINTING AND BOOKBINDING COMPANY
NEW YORK
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# The Origin of Species (1872)

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The sixth edition of Charles Darwin's The Origin of Species (first published 1872, this edition is a reprint from 1873). The book is a seminal work in scientific literature and arguably the pivotal work in evolutionary biology. The original title of the work is On the Origin of Species by Means of Natural Selection, or the Preservation of Favoured Races in the Struggle for Life, while in the sixth edition of 1872 the title was changed to The Origin of Species. It introduced the theory that populations evolve over the course of generations through a process of natural selection. Darwin's book was the culmination of evidence he had accumulated on the voyage of the Beagle in the 1830s and expanded through continuing investigations and experiments since his return.
THE
ORIGIN OF SPECIES
BY MEANS OF NATURAL SELECTION,
OR THE
PRESERVATION OF FAVOURED RACES IN THE STRUGGLE FOR LIFE.
By CHARLES DARWIN, M. A., F. R. S., &c.
SIXTH EDITION, WITH ADDITIONS AND CORRECTIONS.
(THIRTEENTH THOUSAND.)
LONDON:
JOHN MURRAY, ALBEMARLE STREET.
1873.
"But with regard to the material world, we can at least go so far as this—we can perceive that events are brought about not by insulated interpositions of Divine power, exerted in each particular case, but by the establishment of general laws."
Whewell: Bridgewater Treatise.
"The only distinct meaning of the word 'natural' is stated, fixed or settled; since what is natural as much requires and presupposes an intelligent agent to render it so, i.e., to effect it continually or at stated times, as what is supernatural or miraculous does to effect it for once."
Butler: Analogy of Revealed Religion.
"To conclude, therefore, let no man out of a weak conceit of sobriety, or an ill-applied moderation, think or maintain, that a man can search too far or be too well studied in the book of God's word, or in the book of God's works; divinity or philosophy; but rather let men endeavour an endless progress or proficience in both."
Bacon: Advancement of Learning.
Down, Beckenham, Kent First Edition, November 24th, 1859. Sixth Edition, Jan. 1872.
CONTENTS.
CHAPTER I.
Variation under Domestication.
CHAPTER II.
Variation under Nature.
CHAPTER III.
Struggle for Existence.
CHAPTER IV.
Natural Selection; or the Survival of the Fittest.
CHAPTER V.
Laws of Variation.
CHAPTER VI.
Difficulties of the Theory.
CHAPTER VII.
Miscellaneous Objections to the Theory of Natural Selection.
CHAPTER VIII.
Instinct.
CHAPTER IX.
Hybridism.
CHAPTER X.
On the Imperfection of the Geological Record.
CHAPTER XI.
On the Geological Succession of Organic Beings.
CHAPTER XII.
Geographical Distribution.
CHAPTER XIII.
Geographical Distribution—continued.
CHAPTER XIV.
Mutual Affinities of Organic Beings: Morphology: Embryology: Rudimentary Organs.
CHAPTER XV.
Recapitulation and Conclusion.
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# The Quest (periodical)

English periodical run by The Quest Society.
* Volume I (1909/10)
* Volume II (1910/11)
* Volume III (1911/12)
* Volume IV (1912/13)
* Volume V (1913/14)
* Volume VI (1914/15)
* Volume VII (1915/16)
* Volume VIII (1916/17)
* Volume IX (1917/18)
* Volume X (1918/19)
* Volume XI (1919/20) (transcription project)
* Volume XII (1920/21)
* Volume XIII (1921/22) (transcription project)
# The Queensland Times/1915/Obituary: Mr. M. O'Malley

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'OBITUARY', Queensland Times (Ipswich, Qld. : 1909 - 1954), 15 December 1915, p. 4., http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article113126672
OBITUARY
MR. M. O'MALLEY.
FORMERLY C.P.S. IN IPSWICH.
The Railway Department reported to the Press on Monday that Mr. Michael O'Malley, a resident of Church-street, Toowong, who was standing on the railway platform at Coolangatta that morning with his daughter, awaiting the train to convey him to Brisbane, suddenly dropped dead. He is stated to have been suffering from a weak heart. The late Mr. O'Malley, who was 73 years of age, was an ex-member of the public service in Queensland, and was well known and much respected throughout the State. He was a native of County Clare, Ireland, and came to Queensland when about 20 years of age. His first position was that of a clerk in Ipswish in the office of Mr. Macalister, who was subsequently Premier of Queensland. Mr. O'Malley afterwards entered the public service, and was for several years C.P.S. at Ipswich. During his tenure of office there, Sen. Inspector Geraghty and Sub-inspector O'Brien, of Brisbane, were stationed at Ipswich. From Ipswich Mr. O'Malley went North, and held the office of Police Magistrate and Sheriff of the Supreme Court. Later he was appointed a member of the Civil Service Board, and had as his fellow commissioners Capt. Townley and Mr. Thomas Mylne. He acted in this capacity till the dissolution of the Board, when he retired from active service. The deceased gentleman resided in Toowong for many years, and was a member of the local Bowling Club. His wife predeceased him some years ago, but he is survived by a family of sons and daughters. One of the sons is a solicitor at Innisfail, another is a grazier at Taroom, and a third is a banker. One of the daughters, Mrs. Brown, is the wife of a Government official at Dunwich. The other daughters are unmarried, and reside at home.
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# The Queensland Times

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Content exists for this periodical, though at this stage it is not specifically organised beyond a basic hierarchy.
The pages listed below are an automatically generated listing.
Special:PrefixIndex/The Queensland Times/
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# The Quest (Bunner)

From Scribner's Magazine, Feb 1897
THE QUEST
By H. C. Bunner
Upon my lips there fell, when first the Night
Pales in the highest heaven, seeing Day
Far down the fathomless Eastern depths a way— Pales with a fearful joy, a dread delight—
Upon my lips, with wakeful watching white
There fell a kiss. One instant's space it lay
Soft as a rose-leaf that the West-winds fray,
And then my eyes awoke to dazzled sight.
The warmth, the tender, impact and the thrill
Burnt on my lips, and the calm pulse of Sleep
Awoke and quivered quick in soft surprise.
From that day forward knew I Love!
And still
By day I search, and nightly vigil keep
For Her revealed to me in such strange wise.
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# The Satires, Epistles & Art of Poetry of Horace

Satires II. and VIII. of Book 1 are omitted, presumably on account of their content being at odds with Victorian morality.
THE SATIRES, EPISTLES, AND ART OF POETRY OF HORACE.
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THE SATIRES, EPISTLES, AND ART OF POETRY OF HORACE
TRANSLATED INTO ENGLISH VERSE
BY THE LATE
JOHN CONINGTON, M. A.
CORPUS PROFESSOR OF LATIN IN THE UNIVERSITY OF OXFORD.
FOURTH EDITION.
LONDON:
GEORGE BELL AND SONS, YORK STREET, COVENT GARDEN.
1874.
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CHISWICK PRESS:—PRINTED BY WHITTINGHAM AND WILKINS, TOOKS COURT, CHANCERY LANE.
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TO
THE REV. W. H. THOMPSON, D.D.
MASTER OF TRINITY COLLEGE, CAMBRIDGE, ETC. ETC. ETC. IN GRATITUDE FOR MANY KINDNESSES RECEIVED FROM HIM AND OTHER CAMBRIDGE FRIENDS, AND IN ACKNOWLEDGEMENT OF THE COMPLIMENT PAID BY CAMBRIDGE TO OXFORD IN THE APPOINTMENT OF THE OXFORD LATIN PROFESSOR AS ONE OF THE ELECTORS TO HER LATIN CHAIR.
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Preface Satires, Book 1
* Satire I: Qui fit, Mæcenas
* Satire III: Omnibus hoc vitium.
* Satire IV: Eupolis atque cratinus.
* Satire V: Egressum magna.
* Satire VI: Non quia, Mæcenas.
* Satire VII: Proscripti Regis Rupili.
* Satire IX: Ibam forte Via Sacra.
* Satire X: Nempe incomposito.
Satires, Book 2
* Satire I: Sunt quibus in Satira.
* Satire II: Quæ virtus et quanta.
* Satire III: Sic raro scribis.
* Satire IV: Unde et quo catius?
* Satire V: Hoc quoque, tiresia.
* Satire VI: Hoc erat in votis.
* Satire VII: Jamdudum ausculto.
* Satire VIII: Ut Nasidieni.
Epistles, Book 1
* Epistle I: To Mæcenas.
* Epistle II: To Lollius.
* Epistle III: To Julius Florus.
* Epistle IV: To Albius Tibullus.
* Epistle V: To Torquatus.
* Epistle VI: To Numicius.
* Epistle VII: To Mæcenas.
* Epistle VIII: To Celsus Albinovanus.
* Epistle IX: To Tiberius Claudius Nero.
* Epistle X: To Aristius Fuscus.
* Epistle XI: To Bullatius.
* Epistle XII: To Iccitus.
* Epistle XIII: To Vinius Asella.
* Epistle XIV: To his Bailiff.
* Epistle XV: To C. Numonius Vala.
* Epistle XVI: To Quinctius.
* Epistle XVII: To Scæva.
* Epistle XVIII: To Lollius.
* Epistle XIX: To Mæcenas.
* Epistle XX: To his Book.
Epistles, Book 2
* Epistle I: To Augustus.
* Epistle II: To Julius Florus
The Art of Poetry
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# The Satires, Epistles & Art of Poetry of Horace/Ep1-11

XI. To Bullatius.
Quid tibi visa chios?
OW like you Chios, good Bullatius? what Think you of Lesbos, that world-famous spot? What of the town of Samos, trim and neat, And what of Sardis, Croesus' royal seat? Of Smyrna what and Colophon? are they Greater or less than travellers' stories say? Do all look poor beside our scenes at home, The field of Mars, the river of old Rome? Say, is your fancy fixed upon some town Which formed a gem in Attalus's crown? Or would you turn to Lebedus for ease In mere disgust at weary roads and seas? You know what Lebedus is like; so bare, With Gabii or Fidenæ 'twould compare; Yet there, methinks, I would accept my lot, My friends forgetting, by my friends forgot, Stand on the cliff at distance, and survey The stormy sea-god's wild Titanic play. Yet he that comes from Capua, dashing in To Rome, all splashed and wetted to the skin, Though in a tavern glad one night to bide, Would not be pleased to live there till he died: If he gets cold, he lets his fancy rove
In quest of bliss beyond a bath or stove: And you, though tossed just now by a stiff breeze, Don't therefore sell your vessel beyond seas. But what are Rhodes and Lesbos, and the rest, E'en let a traveller rate them at their best? No more the wants of healthy minds they meet Than does a jersey in a driving sleet, A cloak in summer, Tiber through the snow, A chafing-dish in August's midday glow. So, while health lasts, and Fortune keeps her smiles, We'll pay our devoir to your Grecian isles, Praise them on this condition--that we stay In our own land, a thousand miles away. Seize then each happy hour the gods dispense, Nor fix enjoyment for a twelvemonth hence. So may you testify with truth, where'er You're quartered, 'tis a pleasure to be there: For if the cure of mental ills is due To sense and wisdom, not a fine sea-view, We come to this; when o'er the world we range 'Tis but our climate, not our mind we change. What active inactivity is this, To go in ships and cars to search for bliss! No; what you seek, at Ulubræ you'll find, If to the quest you bring a balanced mind.