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# The Lusitania's Last Voyage/The Zone

The Zone
Avert Thy gaze, O God, close tight Thine eyes! Glance down no longer on the ocean foam, Lest Thou behold such horrors as can turn Men's burning hearts to ice, and chill their souls.
Keep Thine heart warm and full of charity That Thou mayst yet be able to forgive, And pity feel for those who know not when To pause in deeds of ruthless sacrifice.
Restrain Thy wrath, and keep Thine hand in  check; Smite not, nor fiercely thrust without the pale Those who can dare to strew the ocean waste With fellow creatures, innocent of wrong.
Forget the studied purpose to destroy; The launching of the missile through the deep; The shattered hull; the crushed and bleeding forms; The seething swirl of wreckage, women, men.
Remember that they know not what they do Who strike in deadly fear and ghastly hate; Remember that somehow, and at some time, Each crime exacts its human penalty.
Remember that man's conscience and man's mind Are agents of Thy purpose and Thy plan, Which work within a deadlier revenge Than any shrapnel shot or sabre thrust.
Remember that new generations come Upon whom fall the burden and the curse, The anguish of old hatreds and past wrongs, The crushing debt, the struggle and despair.
Restrain, O God, the sweep of this vast hate; Recall the nations to their sense of shame: To those in blinding war, to us at peace, Reveal anew the message of the Christ.
William Lloyd Garrison, Jr.
(Reprinted by permission of the author and of the Boston Transcript)
# The Lusiads (tr. Mickle)/Title Page and Front Matter

THE LUSIADS;
OR,
THE DISCOVERY OF INDIA.
AN EPIC POEM.
TRANSLATED FROM THE PORTUGUESE OF LUIS DE CAMÕES.
WITH A LIFE OF THE POET.
BY WILLIAM JULIUS MICKLE.
FIFTH EDITION, REVISED,
BY E. RICHMOND HODGES, M.C.P., HON. LIBRARIAN TO THE SOCIETY OF BIBLICAL ARCHÆOLOGY,
Editor of Cary’s Ancient Fragments, The Principia Hebraica, etc., etc.
NOTICE OF ATTRIBUTION This etext created from the 1877 Edition published by G. Bell, London, in Bohn’s standard library. Originally published 1776. Scanned at sacred-texts.com, April 2006. Proofed and formatted by John Bruno Hare. This text is in the public domain in the United States because it was published prior to January 1st, 1923. These files may be used for any non-commercial purpose, provided this notice of attribution is left intact in all copies.
[1776] p. v
[ORIGINAL DEDICATION, 1776]
TO THE DUKE OF BUCCLEUGH. MY LORD,
The first idea of offering my LUSIADS to some distinguished personage, inspired the earnest wish, that it might be accepted by the illustrious representative of that family under which my father, for many years, discharged the duties of a clergyman.
Both the late Duke of BUCCLEUGH, and the Earl of DALKEITH, distinguished him by particular marks of their favour; and I must have forgotten him, if I could have wished to offer the first Dedication of my literary labours to any other than the Duke of BUCCLEUGH.
I am, with the greatest respect,  My Lord,  Your Grace’s most devoted  And most obedient humble servant,
 WILLIAM JULIUS MICKLE.
p. vi
"As the mirror of a heart so full of love, courage, generosity, and patriotism as that of Camões, The Lusiads can never fail to please us, whatever place we may assign to it in the records of poetical genius."--HALLAM.
# The Lusitania's Last Voyage

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The Lusitania's Last Voyage
Being a Narrative of the Torpedoing and Sinking of the R. M. S. Lusitania by a German Submarine off the Irish Coast May 7, 1915
by Charles E. Lauriat, Jr. One of the Survivors
With Illustrations
Boston and New York Houghton Mifflin Company The Riverside Press Cambridge 1915
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Copyright, 1915, by Charles E. Lauriat, Jr.
All Rights Reserved
Published October 1915
Copyright in Great Britain, Ireland, and British Colonies, and in all countries under the Convention, by Charles E. Lauriat, Jr.
To my Father
who taught me in boyhood to swim, and to know no fear of the sea
and
To my mother
who founded the faith that has brought me through all things
I Dedicate this book
* The Zone
* Part I
* Part II
* Part III
* Part IV
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# The Lusitania's Last Voyage/Part 3

Part III
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Part III
One who has read this Narrative cannot help but being interested in the following account, taken from the "Frankfurter Zeitung" of Sunday, May 9, 1915, issued two days after the tragedy.
I saw several German papers of about that date, but I selected this as a representative one. This article is much saner than others I saw, and I feel gives a fairer idea of what the German press published at that time.
I print the German text, that those who can read it may judge for themselves, and on the opposite page I have given the English translation.
For the transposition of the original German into Roman characters and the translation into English, I am indebted to my ​friend Ernest F. Langley, Professor of Romance Languages at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology.
Extracts
with translations from the
"Frankfurter Zeitung"
# The Lovely Lass of Inverness (Burns)

"The lovely lass of Inverness"
* "The Lovely Lass of Inverness" in Sweet Hellen of the Dee (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Falkirk
* "Lovely lass of Inverness" in Seven excellent new songs (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Falkirk
* "The lovely lass of Inverness" in The Book of Scottish Song (1843)
* "The Lovely Lass of Inverness", in The Poetical Works of Robert Burns (1887), edited by Alexander Smith
# The Lover's Songster/Fair Ellen

Fair Ellen.
FAIR Ellen like a lily grew,
Was beauty's fav'rite flower,
Till falsehood chang'd her lovely hue,
She wither'd in an hour.
Antonio in her virgin breast
First rais'd a tender sigh;
His wish obtain'd, the lover blest,
Then left the maid to die.
# The Lover's Songster/Green grow the Rashes, O

Green grow the Rashes, O.
CHORUS.
Green grow the rashes, O:
Green grow the rashes, O:
The sweetest hours that e'er I spend,
Are spent among the lasses, O.
THERE's nought but care on ev'ry han',
In ev'ry hour that passes, O;
What signifies the life o' man,
An' 'twere na for the lasses, O.
Green grow, &c.
The warl'y race may riches chase,
An riches still may fly them, O;
An' tho; at last they catch them fast,
Their hearts can ne'er enjoy them, O.
Green grow, &c.
But gi'e me a canty hour at e'en,
My arms about my dearie, O;
An' warl'y cares, and war'ly men,
May a' gae tapsalteerie, O!
Green grow, &c.
For you, sae doule, ye sneer at this,
Ye're nought but senseless asses, O:
The wisest man the warl' e'er saw,
He dearly lov'd the lasses, O.
Green grow, &c.
​Auld Nature swears, the lovely dears,
Her noblest work she classes, O;
Her 'prentice han' she tried on man,
An' then she made the lasses, O.
Green grow &c.
# The Lover's Lament at the Loss of the Old Steam Trams

The Lover's Lament
AT THE LOSS OF THE
Old Steam Trams,
Electrocuted Dec. 31st. 1906.
Twas not sweet of old, as our love we told On the top of the Old Steam Car, When a wand'ring breeze, made us cough and sneeze, With a smell, like rotten eggs and Tar!
But the lights were low, and the pace was slow, And the corner seats were cosy, And many a Miss has received a kiss On the top of the Car From Perry Barr Or the Tram that came from Moseley!
Yes, the Electric Car, can go very far, In a very short space of time But that dazzling light, is far to bright So each loving pair, have a stony air Of not being aware, that each other is there And gone are their joys sublime!
No, the fact that these Cars are painted blue And are awfully, terribly, painfully new, And the fact there is plenty of elbow room, Will never make up for that friendly gloom And the joys so sweet, Of the corner seat On the top of the old Steam Car.F.S.R.
Scott Russell & Co., B'ham. Scott Series.
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# The Lover's Songster/Black-eyed Susan

Black-eyed Susan
ALL in the Downs the fleet was moor'd,
The streamers waving in the wind,
When black-ey'd Susan came on board:
Oh! where shall I my true love find?
Tell me, ye jovial Sailors, tell me true,
If my sweet William sails among your crew!
William now high upon the yard,
Rock'd with the billow to and fro,
Soon as her well known voice he heard,
He sigh'd and cast his eyes below;
The cord slides swiftly through his glowing hands,
And (quick as lightning) on the deck he stands.
So the sweet lark, high pois'd in air,
Shuts close his pinions to his breast,
(If, chance, his mate's shrill voice he hear)
And drops at once into her nest.
The noblest captain in the British fleet
Might envy William's lips those kisses sweet.
O Susan, Susan, lovely dear,
My vows shall ever true remain:
Let me kiss off that falling tear,
We only part to meet again.
Change as ye list, ye winds, my heart shall be
The faithful compass that still points to thee.
​Believe not what the landmen say,
Who tempt with doubts thy constant mind;
They'll tell thee, sailors, when away,
In every port a mistress find.
Yes, yes, believe them when they tell thee so,
For thou art present wheresoe'er I go.
If to fair India's coast we sail,
Thy eyes are seen in diamonds bright,
Thy breath is Afric's spicy gale,
Thy skin is ivory so white.
Thus every beauteous object that I view
Wakes in my soul some charm of lovely Sue.
Though battle call me from thy arms,
Let not my pretty Susan mourn:
Though cannons roar, yet, safe from harms,
William shall to his dear return:
Love turns aside the balls that round me fly,
Lest precious tears should drop from Susan's eye.
The boatswain gave the dreadful word,
The sails their swelling bosom spread;
No longer must she stay on board:
They kiss'd, she sigh'd, he hung his head;
Her less'ning boat unwilling rows to land:
Adieu! she cries, and wav'd her lily hand.
# The Lover's Songster/Hail to the Beam of Morning

Hail to the Beam of Morning.
LONG time a blooming lass I courted,
A lovely girl: with manners simple;
Upon her cheek the graces sported,
And Cupid lurk'd in ev'ry dimple.
Each morning, at the crimson flushes,
Which spread above the misty mountain,
She rose with modest healthy blushes,
To fill the pitcher at the fountain.
And as the skylark spreads his wing,
Thus would my lovely Ellen sing,
Hail, hail, hail to the beam of morning.
Pride for a while my passion quelling,
Forbade my soul it's vows to render;
But soon her eye my pride expelling,
Gave birth to every impulse tender.
Now with my girl and friends surrounding,
My lisping offspring round me clinging,
Whilst hope in promis'd joys abounding,
Inspires the artless strain we're singing;
And when the skylark spreads his wing,
We make each neighbouring valley ring,
Hail, hail to the beam of morning!
# The Lover's Songster/Dear Maid, I love thee

Dear Maid, I love thee.
DEAR maid, by every hope of bliss, By love's first pledge, the virgin kiss,
By heaven and earth, I love thee!
For ever in this heart shall dwell
The lovely form whose charms compel
This falt'ring tongue to softly tell,
How much, dear maid, I love thee!
Tho' time or place should intervene,
Still time, that changes every scene,
Would make me still more love thee!
Tho' far apart as pole from pole,
I still should feel thy love controul
While my devoted, constant soul,
Would but exist to love thee!
# The Man in the Panther's Skin/Chapter 16

XVI
TARIEL'S AID TO P'HRIDON, AND THEIR VICTORY OVER THEIR FOES
596. "He was healed, and able to fight and use horse and armour. We prepared galleys and the number of a host of troops; it needed a man to pray (to God) for some aid ​for those who gazed upon them.—Now will I tell thee of that knight's battle, the punisher of his adversaries.
597. "I perceived their design, and saw them donning their headgear. Ships met me, I know not if there were eight (in all); swiftly I threw myself upon them; they began to row; I struck (one of the ships) with my heel and upset it; like women they bewailed themselves.
598. "I betook myself to yet another, and seized the lip (prow) of the ship with my hand; I drowned them in the sea, I slew them; they had no opportunity for battle. The rest fled from me, they made for their harbour; all who saw me marvelled, they praised me, they hated me not.
599. "We crossed the sea, we landed. Mounted they threw themselves on us. Again we engaged; there began the vicissitudes of battle. P'hridon's bravery and agility pleased me then; in warfare a lion, in face a sun, that aloe-tree fought.
600. "With his sword he cast down both his cousins, he cut their hands clean off; thus he crippled them; he led them away bound by the arms; the one did not abandon the two. He made their knights to weep, his knights to vaunt themselves.
601. "Their soldiers fled from us, we threw ourselves upon them, we scattered them; swiftly we seized the city, we wasted no time; we broke their legs with stones, we tanned their skin into leather. Kill me, if it was possible to empty the treasure both by lading and stowing!
602. "P'hridon inspected the treasures and put his seals upon them; he himself led away his two vanquished cousins; he shed their blood in exchange for his, and ​poured it out on the fields. Of me they said: 'Thanks to God who has planted aloe-trees!'
603. "We went back (to P'hridon's). The triumph exhibited by the citizens was heard; suppliants there laid hold on the heart of beholders. All uttered praise to me and Nuradin, in a panegyric; they said to us: 'Through the strength of your (right) arms their blood still flows!'
604. "The soldiers acclaimed P'hridon as king and me as king of kings, themselves as subjects and me as sovereign of them all. I was gloomy, they could never find me culling roses; they knew not my story, there it was not lightly spoken of.
* ↑ Catargha, Turk.
* ↑ Ritzkhvi spat'ha djarisa.
* ↑ ? because they were of such might.
* ↑ To begin.
* ↑ Chabalakhi, 1384, veil of mail, helmet.
* ↑ Sakulbage. Ch., "building with shops on ground, and dwelling-house above." ? dock, boat-house.
* ↑ Sapqari, 180, 953, 1529; also a prisoner, in the sense of one who cannot use his limbs.
* ↑ Amaqi, qmani? servants.
* ↑ For nata, cf. 261. An obscure passage.
* ↑ Momcalith! an expletive. Cf. 550, 612, 1142.
* ↑ Daabmidian, they bound.
* ↑ Keba, 5, 1027.
* ↑ Mona, slave, vassal.
# The Man in the Panther's Skin/Chapter 12

XII
LETTER OF NESTAN-DAREDJAN WRITTEN TO HER BELOVED
477. "She gave me a letter, I gazed on it; it was from the light of the face of the lands. She wrote: 'I have seen the loveliness of thy gemlike brilliancy; fair wert thou returned from battle, after urging on thy horse; not ill seems to me the cause of the flow of my tears.
478. "'If God hath given me my tongue it befits me to use it for thy praise; dead for thy sake I can by no means speak, for lacking thee I die. The sun (i.e., Nestan) made a little garden of rose and jet, as a garden for the lion; by thy sun, my self pertains to none save thee.
​479. "'Though thou hast shed a stream of tears yet have they not flowed in vain; henceforth weep no more, put away grief from thee. Those who look upon thee curse unrestrained those who look upon thee. Veil me with that which but now was bound round thee.
480. "'Give me the veils that sometime adorned thee; when thou seest me, thou also shalt be pleased that that which is thine adorns me. Bind on thine arm this bracelet if thou honourest what is mine, and such another night thou shalt not pass as long as thou livest.'"
481. Here Tariel, become like a wild beast, weeps, his grief increases a thousandfold; he said: "I have the armlet which she formerly bound on her arm!" He undid it, took it off, man cannot estimate its worth, he pressed it to his lips, he fainted and fell like a corpse.
482. He lay more lifeless than a corpse at the door of the tomb. On both sides are seen bruises from his fist which he had struck on his breast. A stream of blood flows from Asmat'h's scratched cheeks; she poured water on him again, she succoured him, the sound of gurgling water is heard there.
483. Avt'handil, too, sighed bitterly; he gazed on the unconscious form. Asmat'h multiplied her groans; her tears hollowed out the stones. Then she restored him to consciousness, his fires she quenched with water; he said: "I live; Fate even now is drinking my blood."
484. Pale he sat up, he stared with his eyes like one dazed; the rose was become quite saffron and wan; a long time he neither spoke nor looked at them; he was mightily oppressed that he remained (alive) and died not.
485. He said to Avt'handil: "Hearken! Though I have the mind of a madman, I will tell thee my tale and that of her who has buried me. It seems to me a joy to meet the friend thou hast not met. It surprises me that I am alive, that I survive hale.
​486. "The sight of Asmat'h, in whom I trusted as in a sister, pleased me. When I had seen the letter, she gave me this armlet, I bound it on mine arm at once, I doffed from my head that strange and rare thing of some strong, black (stuff), the veil.
* ↑ Samclave, 480; samkhre, 481. Cf. 877, 878.
* ↑ Car., "it seems to me a joy to meet the friend (Asmat'h) of her (Nestan) whom thou hast not met."
# The Katydid

Also known as "To an Insect".
* "To an Insect", unsourced, 1831.
* "The Katydid" in The Riverside song book, 1893.
# The Kea: a New Zealand problem/Addresses of Correspondents

ADDRESSES OF CORRESPONDENTS.
# The Mahabharata/Book 1: Adi Parva/Section LXXIX

Section LXXIX. ( Sambhava Parva continued. )
"Sukra continued, 'Know then, O Deva-yani, that he that regardeth not the evil speeches of others, conquereth everything! The wise say that he is a true charioteer who without slackening holdeth tightly the reins of his horses. He, therefore, is the true man that subdueth, without indulging, his rising wrath. Know thou, O Deva-yani, that by him is everything conquered who calmly subdueth his rising anger. ​He is regarded as a man who by having recourse to forgiveness casteth off his rising anger like a snake casting off his outerskin. He that suppresseth his anger, he that regardeth not the evil speeches of others, he that becometh not angry though there be cause, certainly acquireth the four objects for which we live. (Religion, profit, desire, and salvation.) Between him that performeth without fatigue sacrifices every month for an hundred years, and him that never feeleth wrath in respect of anything, he that feeleth not anger is certainly the higher. Boys and girls, unable to distinguish between right and wrong, quarrel with each other. The wise never imitate them.' Deva-yani, hearing this speech of her father, said, 'O father, I know, though a girl, what are our duties and virtues. I know also what the difference is between anger and forgiveness as regards the power of each. But when a disciple behaveth disrespectfully, he should never be forgiven by the preceptor if the latter is realy desirous of benefiting the former. Therefore I do not desire to live any longer in a country where evil behaviour is on the ascendant. The wise man desirous of good, should not dwell among those sinfully-inclined men who alaways speak ill of good behaviour and high birth. But there should one live,—indeed, that hath been said to be the best of dewelling places,—where good behaviour and purity of birth are known and respected. The cruel words uttered by Vrishaparva's daughter burn my heart even as men desirous of kindling a fire burn the dry fuel. I do not think anything more miserable for a man in the three worlds than for him to adore his enemies blessed with good fortune, himself possessing none. Indeed, it hath been said by the learned that for such a man even death would be better.'"
And thus ends the seventy-ninth Section in the Sambhava of the Adi Parva.
# The Mahabharata/Book 1: Adi Parva/Section LXXII

Section LXXII. ( Sambhava Parva continued. )
Kanwa continued,—And Sakra, thus adressed by her, then commanded him who could aproach every place (the god of wind) to be present with Menaka at the time the latter would be before the Rishi. And the timid and beautiful Menaka then entered the retreat and saw there Viswamitra who had burnt, by his penances, all his sins, and was engaged yet in ascetic penances. And saluting the Riski, she then began to sport before him. And just at this time Maruta robbed her of her garments that were white as the moon. And she thereupon ran, as if in great bashfulness, to catch her attire, and as if she was exceedingly annoyed with Maruta. And she did all this in the very sight of Viswamitra who was endued with energy like that of fire. And Viswamitra saw her in that attitude. And beholding her divested of her robes, he saw that she was of faultless features. And the best of Munis saw that she was exceedingly handsome, with no marks of age on her person. And beholding her beauty and accomplishments, that bull amongst Rishis was possessed with desire, and made a sign that he desired her companionship. And he invited her accordingly and she of faultless features expressed also her acceptance of the invitation. And they then passed a long time there in each other's company. And sporting with each other just as they pleased, for a long time as if it were only a day, the Rishi begat in Menaka a daughter named Sakuntala. And Menaka (as her conception advanced) went to the banks of the river Malini coursing along a valley of the charming mountains of Himvat. And there she gave birth to that daughter. And she cast the new-born infant lying in that forest destitute of human beings but abounding with lions and tigers, a number of vultures sat around to protect it from harm. No Rakshasas or carnivorous animals took its life. Those vultures protected the daughter of Menaka. I had gome there to per​form my ablutions and beheld the infant lying in the solitude of the wilderness surrounded by vultures. Bringing her hither I have made her my daughter. Indeed, the maker of the body, the protector of life, the giver of food, are all three, in their order, fathers according to the Dharma shastras. And because she was surrounded, in the solitude of the wilderness, by Sakuntas (birds), therefore hath she been named by me Sakuntala (bird-protected.) O Brahmana, know that it is thus that Sakuntala hath been my daughter. And the faultless Sakuntala also regards me as her father.—
"This is what my father had said unto the Rishi having been asked by him. And, O king of men, it is thus that thou must know I am the daughter of Kanwa. And not knowing my real father, I regard Kanwa as my father. Thus have I told thee, O king, all that hath been heard by me regarding my birth.'"
And thus ends the seventy-second Section in the Sambhava of the Adi Parva.