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# The Overland Monthly/Volume 3/Portala's Cross

PORTALA'S CROSS.
Pious Portala, journeying by land, Reared high a cross upon the heathen strand, Then far away Dragged his slow caravan to Monterey.
The mountains whispered to the valleys, "good!" The sun, slow sinking in the western flood, Baptized in blood The holy standard of the Brotherhood.
The timid fog crept in across the sea, Drew near, embraced it, and streamed far and free, Saying: "O ye Gentiles and Heathen, this is truly He!"
All this the Heathen saw; and when once more The holy Fathers touched the lonely shore— Then covered o'er
# The Overland Monthly/Volume 15

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# The Perth Gazette and Western Australian Journal/Volume 1

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# The Perth Gazette and Western Australian Journal/Volume 1/Number 18

Proclamation
By his Honour Frederick Chidley Irwin Esquire, Captain in His Majesty's 63rd Regiment of foot, Lieutenant Governor, Commander in Chief, and Vice Admiral of the colony of Western Australia and its Dependencies.
Whereas it appears from information received that a Murder was committed yesterday between the hours of two and three o'clock, on the road from Fremantle to the Canning two miles beyond Bull's creek, on the Bodies of two white men named Velvick, servants to Mr Phillips of Maddington Farm on the Canning River, and as there is no reason to doubt that the Murder was committed by a party of Natives headed by a particular Native named "Egan or Yagan" supposed to be the chief perpetrator; NOW THEREFORE I the Lieutenant Governor do hereby, in virtue of the power in me vested, pronounce and declare the said "Egan" to be an outlaw deprived of the protection of the British laws, and I do hereby authorise and command all and every His Majesty's subjects residents in any part of this colony to capture, or aid and assist in capturing the body of the said "Egan" DEAD or ALIVE, and to produce the said body forthwith before the nearest Justice of the Peace: — AND I do further as an encouragement offer a Reward of THIRTY POUNDS to any Person or Persons so producing the said Body in manner as aforesaid.
AND whereas there is every reason to believe that two other Natives well known by the names of Midgegooroo, and Munday were present, aiding and abetting the said Yagan in the perpetration of the said Murder; — I do hereby further proclaim the said Midgegooroo and Munday to be outlaws, deprived of the protection of the British Laws, — and I do hereby offer a Reward of TWENTY POUNDS for the apprehension of either of them, the said Midgegooroo and Munday, dead or alive.
GOD SAVE THE KING!!
Given under my Hand and Seal at Perth, this first day of May, One Thousand Eight Hundred and Thirty-Three.
F. C. Irwin Lieutenant Governor By His Honour's Command Peter Brown Colonial Secretary
# The Perth Gazette and Western Australian Journal

* Volume 1 (5 January 1833 – 1833)
* Volume 2 (1834)
* Volume 3 (1835)
* Volume 4 (1836)
* Volume 5 (1837)
* Volume 6 (1838)
* Volume 7 (1839)
* Volume 8 (1840 – 15 February 1840; 7 March 1840 – 1840)
Between 15 February 1840 and 7 March 1840, the Perth gazette and Western Australian journal was not published because of the lack of a compositor. Instead, a one-page sheet called The advertiser was published.
* Volume 9 (1841)
* Volume 10 (1842)
* Volume 11 (1843)
* Volume 12 (1844)
* Volume 13 (1845)
* Volume 14 (1846 – 26 December 1846)
* Volume 1 (New series, 52 numbers, January 2 1847 – 26 December 1847)
From January 1 1848, the title was changed to The Perth gazette, and independent journal of politics and news.
# The Presidents of the United States, 1789-1914

* related portals: Biography.
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* If you would understand history, study men.
* Charles Kingsley.
* Volume I Washington - Jackson
* Volume II Van Buren - Lincoln
* Volume III Johnson - Cleveland
* Volume IV Harrison - Wilson; Appendices
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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# The Philosophical Review/Volume 18

Index page: Philosophical_Review_Volume_18.djvu
The Philosophical Review

## Volume XVIII

CONTENTS OF VOLUME XVIII.
Articles.
Page.
Reviews of Books.
Notices of New Books.
Summaries of Articles.
# The Poems of Oscar Wilde/To my Wife: With a Copy of my Poems

TO MY WIFE
WITH A COPY OF MY POEMS
I can write no stately proem As a prelude to my lay; From a poet to a poem I would dare to say.
For if of these fallen petals One to you seem fair, Love will waft it till it settles On your hair.
And when wind and winter harden All the loveless land, It will whisper of the garden, You will understand.
# The Poems of Oscar Wilde/Theocritus: A Villanelle

THEOCRITUS
A VILLANELLE
O singer of Persephone! In the dim meadows desolate Dost thou remember Sicily?
Still through the ivy flits the bee Where Amaryllis lies in state; O Singer of Persephone!
Simætha calls on Hecate And hears the wild dogs at the gate; Dost thou remember Sicily?
Still by the light and laughing sea Poor Polypheme bemoans his fate; O Singer of Persephone!
And still in boyish rivalry Young Daphnis challenges his mate; Dost thou remember Sicily?
Slim Lacon keeps a goat for thee, For thee the jocund shepherds wait; O Singer of Persephone! Dost thou remember Sicily?
# The Poems of Oscar Wilde/Threnodia

ΘΡΗΝΩΙΔΙΑ
(Eur. Hec., 444-483)
Song sung by captive women of Troy on the sea beach at Aulia, while the Achæans were there storm-bound through the wrath of dishonoured Achilles, and waiting for a fair wind to bring them home.
ΣΤΡΟΦΗ
O fair wind blowing from the sea! Who through the dark and mist dost guide The ships that on the billows ride, Unto what land, ah, misery! Shall I be borne, across what stormy wave, Or to whose house a purchased slave?
O sea-wind blowing fair and fast Is it unto the Dorian strand, Or to those far and fable shores, Where great Apidanus outpours His streams upon the fertile land, Or shall I tread the Phthian sand, Borne by the swift breath of the blast?
ΑΝΤΙΣΤΡΟΦΗ
O blowing wind! you bring my sorrow near, For surely borne with splashing of the oar, And hidden in some galley-prison drear I shall be led unto that distant shore Where the tall palm-tree first took root, and made, With clustering laurel leaves, a pleasant shade For Leto when with travail great she bore A god and goddess in Love's bitter fight, Her body's anguish, and her soul's delight.
It may be in Delos, Encircled of seas, I shall sing with some maids From the Cyclades, Of Artemis goddess And queen and maiden, Sing of the gold In her hair heavy-laden. Sing of her hunting, Her arrows and bow, And in singing find solace From weeping and woe.
ΣΤΡΟΦΗ Β
Or it may be my bitter doom To stand a handmaid at the loom, In distant Athens of supreme renown; And weave some wondrous tapestry, Or work in bright embroidery, Upon the crocus-flowered robe and saffron-coloured gown, The flying horses wrought in gold, The silver chariot onward rolled That bears Athena through the Town; Or the warring giants that strove to climb From earth to heaven to reign as kings, And Zeus the conquering son of Time Borne on the hurricane's eagle wings; And the lightning flame and the bolts that fell From the risen cloud at the god's behest, And hurled the rebels to darkness of hell, To a sleep without slumber or waking or rest.
ΑΝΤΙΣΤΡΟΦΗ Β
Alas! our children's sorrow, and their pain In slavery. Alas! our warrior sires nobly slain For liberty. ​Alas! our country's glory, and the name Of Troy's fair town; By the lances and the fighting and the flame Tall Troy is down.
I shall pass with my soul over-laden, To a land far away and unseen, For Asia is slave and handmaiden, Europa is Mistress and Queen. Without love, or love's holiest treasure, I shall pass into Hades abhorred, To the grave as my chamber of pleasure, To death as my Lover and Lord.
# The Poems of Oscar Wilde/The True Knowledge

THE TRUE KNOWLEDGE
. . . ἀναγκαίως δ' ἔχει βίον θερίζειν ὥστε κάρπιμον στάχυν, καὶ τὸν μὲν εἶναι τὸν δὲ μή.
Thou knowest all; I seek in vain What lands to till or sow with seed— The land is black with briar and weed, Nor cares for falling tears or rain.
Thou knowest all; I sit and wait With blinded eyes and hands that fail, Till the last lifting of the veil And the first opening of the gate.
Thou knowest all; I cannot see. I trust I shall not live in vain, I know that we shall meet again In some divine eternity.
# The Poems of Oscar Wilde/Theoretikos

THEORETIKOS
This mighty empire hath but feet of clay: Of all its ancient chivalry and might Our little island is forsaken quite: Some enemy hath stolen its crown of bay, And from its hills that voice hath passed away Which spake of Freedom: O come out of it, Come out of it, my Soul, thou art not fit For this vile traffic-house, where day by day Wisdom and reverence are sold at mart, And the rude people rage with ignorant cries Against an heritage of centuries. It mars my calm: wherefore in dreams of Art And loftiest culture I would stand apart, Neither for God, nor for his enemies.
# The Poems of Oscar Wilde/To L. L. (1884)

TO L. L.
Could we dig up this long-buried treasure, Were it worth the pleasure, We never could learn love's song, We are parted too long.
Could the passionate past that is fled Call back its dead, Could we live it all over again, Were it worth the pain!
I remember we used to meet By an ivied seat, And you warbled each pretty word With the air of a bird;
And your voice had a quaver in it, Just like a linnet, And shook, as the blackbird's throat With its last big note;
And your eyes, they were green and grey Like an April day, But lit into amethyst When I stooped and kissed;
​And your mouth, it would never smile For a long, long while, Then it rippled all over with laughter Five minutes after.
You were always afraid of a shower, Just like a flower: I remember you started and ran When the rain began.
I remember I never could catch you, For no one could match you, You had wonderful, luminous, fleet, Little wings to your feet
I remember your hair—did I tie it? For it always ran riot— Like a tangled sunbeam of gold: These things are old.
I remember so well the room, And the lilac bloom That beat at the dripping pane In the warm June rain;
And the colour of your gown, It was amber-brown, And two yellow satin bows From your shoulders rose.
​And the handkerchief of French lace Which you held to your face— Had a small tear left a stain? Or was it the rain?
On your hand as it waved adieu There were veins of blue; In your voice as it said good-bye Was a petulant cry,
'You have only wasted your life.' (Ah, that was the knife!) When I rushed through the garden gate It was all too late.
Could we live it over again, Were it worth the pain, Could the passionate past that is fled Call back its dead!
Well, if my heart must break, Dear love, for your sake, It will break in music, I know, Poets' hearts break so.
But strange that I was not told That the brain can hold In a tiny ivory cell God's heaven and hell.
# The Poems of Oscar Wilde/To Milton

TO MILTON
Milton! I think thy spirit hath passed away From these white cliffs and high-embattled towers; This gorgeous fiery-coloured world of ours Seems fallen into ashes dull and grey, And the age changed unto a mimic play Wherein we waste our else too-crowded hours: For all our pomp and pageantry and powers We are but fit to delve the common clay, Seeing this little isle on which we stand, This England, this sea-lion of the sea, By ignorant demagogues is held in fee, Who love her not: Dear God! is this the land Which bare a triple empire in her hand When Cromwell spake the word Democracy!
# The Poems of Oscar Wilde/The New Remorse

THE NEW REMORSE
The sin was mine; I did not understand. So now is music prisoned in her cave, Save where some ebbing desultory wave Frets with its restless whirls this meagre strand. And in the withered hollow of this land Hath Summer dug herself so deep a grave, That hardly can the leaden willow crave One silver blossom from keen Winter's hand. But who is this who cometh by the shore? (Nay, love, look up and wonder!) Who is this Who cometh in dyed garments from the South? It is thy new-found Lord, and he shall kiss The yet unravished roses of thy mouth, And I shall weep and worship, as before.
# The Primeval Antiquities of Denmark

THE
PRIMEVAL ANTIQUITIES
OF
DENMARK.
BY
J. J. A. WORSAAE,
A FOREIGN MEMBER OF THE SOCIETY OF ANTIQUARIES OF LONDON, &C., AND A ROYAL COMMISSIONER FOR THE PRESERVATION OF THE NATIONAL MONCMENTS OF DENMARK.
TRANSLATED, AND APPLIED TO THE ILLUSTRATION OF SIMILAR REMAINS IN ENGLAND,
BY
WILLIAM J. THOMS,
A FELLOW OF THE SOCIETY OF ANTIQUARIES, CORRESPONDING MEMBER OF THE SOCIETY OF ANTIQUARIES OF SCOTLAND, AND SECRETARY OF THE CAMDEN SOCIETY.
ILLUSTRATED WITH NUMEROUS WOODCUTS.
LONDON, JOHN HENRY PARKER: AND BROAD-STREET, OXFORD. M DCCC XLIX.
OXFORD: PRINTED BY I. SHRIMPTON.
DEDICATED
TO THE
FELLOWS OF THE SOCIETY OF ANTIQUARIES OF LONDON,
AND
TO THE MEMBERS OF THE VARIOUS ARCHÆOLOGICAL SOCIETIES
OF
GREAT BRITAIN AND IRELAND,
BY
J. J. A. WORSAAE, WILLIAM J. THOMS.
CONTENTS.
Page
FIRST DIVISION.
SECOND DIVISION.
THIRD DIVISION.
APPENDIX.
Illustrations of Terminology, three plates, to face p. 1.
This work is a translation and has a separate copyright status to the applicable copyright protections of the original content.
# The Poetical Works of the Right Hon. George Granville, Lord Lansdowne/23

WRITTEN IN CLARINDA’S PRAYER-BOOK.
In vain, Clarinda! night and day For pity to the gods you pray: What arrogance on Heav’n to call For that which you deny to all!4
# The Poetical Works of the Right Hon. George Granville, Lord Lansdowne/24

MIRA’S PARROT.
In thoſe firſt times, when nymphs were rude and coy, The gods, diſguis’d, laid ambuſhes for joy: From Jove in feathers, harmleſs to the ſight, Leda, without a bluſh, accepts delight. Mira! as chaſte as Leda, and more fair,5 Forgive an anxious lover’s jealous care;
And, O take heed! for, is ſuch tales were true, The gods may practiſe these deſigns on you: Their heav’n and all their brightneſs they will quit For any form that may to you admit.10 See how the wanton bird, at ev’ry glance, Spreads his gay plumes, and feels an am’rous trance! Preſs’d by that hand he melts at ev’ry touch; Preſs’d by that hand who would not melt as much? The queen of Beauty ſhall forſake the dove; Henceforth the Parrot be the bird of Love.16
# The Poetical Works of the Right Hon. George Granville, Lord Lansdowne/25

MIRA AT A REVIEW OF THE GUARDS IN HYDE-PARK.
Let meaner beauties conquer ſingly ſtill, But haughty Mira will by thousands kill ;
Thro’ armed ranks triumphantly ſhe drives,3 And with one glance commands a thouſand lives: The trembling heroes nor reſiſt nor fly, But at the head of all their ſquadrons die.6
# The Poetical Works of the Right Hon. George Granville, Lord Lansdowne/22

Written in a leaf of the ſame poems, preſented to THE PRINCESS ROYAL.
When we ’d exalt ſome heav’nly fair, To ſome bright goddeſs we compare: Minerva wiſdom, Juno grace,3 And Venus furniſhes the face. In royal Anne’s bright form is ſeen What comprehends them all—the Queen.6
# The Poetical Works of the Right Hon. George Granville, Lord Lansdowne/21

VERSES Written in a leaf of THE AUTHOR’S POEMS, PRESENTED TO THE QUEEN.
THE MUSE’S LAST DYING SONG.
A muſe expiring, who, with earlieſt voice, Made kings, and queens, and beauty’s charms, her choice, Now on her deathbed this laſt homage pays, O Queen! to thee: accept her dying lays. So at th’ approach of death the cygnet tries5 To warble one note more—and ſinging dies. “Hail, mighty Queen! whoſe pow’rful ſmile alone Commands obedience, and ſecures the throne. Contending parties and plebeian rage Had puzzled loyalty for half an age;10 Conquering our hearts, you end the long diſpute; All who have eyes confeſs you abſolute: To Tory doctrines even Whigs reſign, And in your perſon own a right divine.” Thus ſang the Muse, in her laſt moments fir’d With Carolina’s praise—and then expir’d.16
# The Poetical Works of the Right Hon. George Granville, Lord Lansdowne/27

MEDITATION ON DEATH.
I.
Enough, enough, my Soul! of worldly noiſe, Os aëry pomps and fleeting joys. What does this buſy world provide at beſt But brittle goods that break like glaſs; But poiſon’d sweets, a troubled feaſt,5 And pleaſures like the winds, that in a moment paſs? Thy thoughts to nobler meditations give, And ſtudy how to die, not how to live.
II.
How frail is beauty! ah! how vain, And how ſhort-liv’d, those glories are10 That vex our nights and days with pain, And break our hearts with care! In duſt we no diſtinction ſee: Such Helen is, ſuch, Mira! thou must be.
III.
How ſhort is life! why will vain courtiers toil,15 And crowd a vainer monarch for a ſmile?
What is that monarch but a mortal man, His crown a pageant, and his life a ſpan? With all his guards and his dominions he Muſt ſicken too, and die as well as we.20
IV.
Thoſe boaſted names of conquerors and kings Are ſwallow’d, and become forgotten things: One deſtin’d period men in common have, The great, the baſe, the coward, and the brave, All food alike for worms, companions in the grave.25 The prince and paraſite together lie: No fortune can exalt but Death will climb as high.27
# The Poetical Works of the Right Hon. George Granville, Lord Lansdowne/3

MISCELLANIES.
SPOKEN BY THE AUTHOR, Being then not twelve years of age, TO HER ROYAL HIGHNESS THE DUCHESS OT YORK, At Trinity-College in Cambridge.
When, join’d in one, the good, the fair, the great, Deſcend to view the Muſes’ humble ſeat, Tho’ in mean lines they their vaſt joys declare, Yet for ſincerity and truth they dare With your own Taſſo’s mighty ſelf compare.5 Then, bright and merciful as Heav’n, receive From them ſuch praiſes as to Heav’n they give; Their praiſes for that gentle influence Which thoſe auſpicious lights, your eyes, diſpenſe; Thoſe radiant eyes, whoſe irreſiſtleſs flame10 Strikes Envy dumb, and keeps Sedition tame: They can to gazing multitudes give law, Convert the factious, and the rebel awe: They conquer for the Duke; where’er you tread Millions of proſelytes behind are led:15 Thro’ crowds of new-made converts ſtill you go, Pleas’d and triumphant at the glorious ſhow. Happy that prince who has in yon obtain’d A greater conqueſt than his arms e’er gain’d:
With all war’s rage he may abroad o’ercome,20 But love ’s a gentler victory at home: Securely here he on that face relies, Lays by his arms, and conquers with your eyes, And all the glorious actions of his life Thinks well rewarded, bleſs’d with ſuch a wife.25
# The Private Life, Lord Beaupré, The Visits/end matter

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Mr. Matthews writes as a student of life and a cultivated man of the world. He uses good English, and his stories are finished with a high degree of art. It is always a pleasure to meet with an essay in fiction from his expertly wielded pen.—Boston Beacon.
Mr. Matthews is a clear thinker and a forcible writer, with a good solid basis of learning upon which to build his essays. We like his outright patriotism as well as his way of calling a spade by its common name. Good, wholesome, and instructive reading.—Independent, N. Y.
A bright little comedietta, in which the author has shown felicity of language and a refreshing humor, which is intensified by its unpretentiousness.—Jewish Messenger, N. Y.
For compressed, swift, clear narrative, this bit of genre work in fiction is unsurpassed. As a character study it shows keen psychological insight. There is no attempt at being funny, yet the reader is continually just on the point of breaking out into laughter.—Interior, Chicago.
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# The Private Life (short story)

* "The Private Life" in The Atlantic Monthly 69 (414) (April 1892): 463–483.
    — First publication in any form
* "The Private Life" in The Private Life, The Wheel of Time, Lord Beaupré, The Visits, Collaboration, Owen Wingrave (London: James R. Osgood, McIlvaine & Co., 1893): 1–55.
    — First English book edition.
* "The Private Life" in The Private Life, Lord Beaupré, The Visits (New York: Harper & Brothers, 1893): 1–75.
    — First American book edition
* "The Private Life" in The Novels and Tales of Henry James 17: 217–266.
    — The "New York Edition"; revised for publication by James; this is the last revised version published in James' lifetime.
* "The Private Life" in The Altar of the Dead, The Beast in the Jungle, The Birthplace, and Other Tales (London: Macmillan & Co., 1922): 193–236.
    — Volume 22 of The Novels and Stories of Henry James, the first posthumous collection of James' works; uses the "New York Edition" text.
# The Pearl of Great Price

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The Pearl of Great Price is part of the standard works of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints and some other Latter-day Saint denominations.
* Pearl Of Great Price, first edition (1851)
* The Pearl of Great Price, with James E. Talmage's revisions (1913)