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# The Poetical Works of Thomas Parnell/Poem 29

CHLORIS APPEARING IN A LOOKING-GLASS.
Oft have I seen a piece of art,
Of light and shade the mixture fine,
Speak all the passions of the heart,
And show true life in every line.   But what is this before my eyes,
With every feature, every grace,
That strikes with love, and with surprise,
And gives me all the vital face?   It is not Chloris: for, behold,
The shifting phantom comes and goes;
And when 'tis here, 'tis pale and cold,
Nor any female softness knows.   But 'tis her image, for I feel
The very pains that Chloris gives;
Her charms are there, I know them well,
I see what in my bosom lives.   Oh, could I but the picture save!
'Tis drawn by her own matchless skill;
Nature the lively colours gave,
And she need only look to kill.
Ah! fair one, will it not suffice,
That I should once your victim lie;
Unless you multiply your eyes,
And strive to make me doubly die?
# The Poetical Works of Thomas Parnell/Poem 5

SONG.
My days have been so wondrous free,
The little birds that fly
With careless ease from tree to tree,
Were but as bless'd as I.   Ask gliding waters, if a tear
Of mine increas'd their stream?
Or ask the flying gales, if e'er
I lent one sigh to them?   But now my former days retire,
And I'm by beauty caught,
The tender chains of sweet desire
Are fix'd upon my thought.   Ye nightingales, ye twisting pines!
Ye swains that haunt the grove!
Ye gentle echoes, breezy winds!
Ye close retreats of love!   With all of nature, all of art,
Assist the dear design;
O teach a young, unpractis'd heart,
To make my Nancy mine!
The very thought of change I hate,
As much as of despair;
Nor ever covet to be great,
Unless it be for her.   'Tis true, the passion in my mind
Is mix'd with soft distress;
Yet while the fair I love is kind,
I cannot wish it less.
# The Poetical Works of Thomas Parnell/Poem 3

SONG.
When thy beauty appears,
In its graces and airs,
All bright as an angel new dropt from the sky;
At distance I gaze, and am aw'd by my fears,
So strangely you dazzle my eye!
But when without art,
Your kind thoughts you impart,
When your love runs in blushes through every vein;
When it darts from your eyes, when it pants in your heart,
Then I know you're a woman again.
There's a passion and pride
In our sex, she replied,
And thus (might I gratify both) I would do;
Still an angel appear to each lover beside,
But still be a woman to you.
# The Poetical Works of Thomas Parnell/Poem 4

A SONG.
Thirsis, a young and amorous swain,
Saw two, the beauties of the plain,
Who both his heart subdue:
Gay Cælia's eyes were dazzling fair,
Sabina's easy shape and air
With softer magic drew.
He haunts the stream, he haunts the grove,
Lives in a fond romance of love,
And seems for each to die;
Till each a little spiteful grown,
Sabina Cælia's shape ran down,
And she Sabina's eye.
Their envy made the shepherd find
Those eyes, which love could only blind;
So set the lover free:
No more he haunts the grove or stream,
Or with a true-love knot and name
Engraves a wounded tree.
Ah Cælia! sly Sabina cried,
Though neither love, we're both denied;
Now to support the sex's pride,
Let either fix the dart.
Poor girl! says Cælia, say no more;
For should the swain but one adore,
That spite which broke his chains before,
Would break the other's heart.
# The Poetical Works of Thomas Parnell/Poem 7

ANACREONTIC.
Gay Bacchus liking Estcourt's wine,
A noble meal bespoke us;
And for the guests that were to dine,
Brought Comus, Love, and Jocus.
The god near Cupid drew his chair,
Near Comus, Jocus plac'd;
For wine makes Love forget its care,
And Mirth exalts a feast.
The more to please the sprightly god,
Each sweet engaging Grace
Put on some clothes to come abroad,
And took a waiter's place.
Then Cupid nam'd at every glass
A lady of the sky;
While Bacchus swore he'd drink the lass,
And had it bumper-high.
Fat Comus toss'd his brimmers o'er,
And always got the most;
Jocus took care to fill him more,
Whene'er he miss'd the toast.
They call'd, and drank at every touch;
He fill'd, and drank again;
And if the gods can take too much,
Tis said, they did so then.
Gay Bacchus little Cupid stung,
By reckoning his deceits;
And Cupid mock'd his stammering tongue,
With all his staggering gaits:
And Jocus droll'd on Comus' ways,
And tales without a jest;
While Comus call'd his witty plays
But waggeries at best.
Such talk soon set them all at odds;
And, had I Homer's pen,
I'd sing ye, how they drank like gods,
And how; they fought like men.
To part the fray, the Graces fly,
Who make 'em soon agree;
Nay, had the Furies selves been nigh,
They still were three to three.
Bacchus appeas'd, rais'd Cupid up,
And gave him 'back his bow;
But kept some darts to stir the cup
Where sack and sugar flow.
Jocus took Comus' rosy crown,
And gaily wore the prize,
And thrice in mirth he push'd him down,
As thrice he strove to rise.
Then Cupid sought the myrtle grove,
Where Venus did recline;
And Venus close embracing Love,
They join'd to rail at wine.
And Comus loudly cursing wit,
Roll'd off to some retreat,
Where boon companions gravely sit
In fat unwieldy state.
Bacchus and Jocus, still behind,
For one fresh glass prepare;
They kiss, and are exceeding kind,
And vow to be sincere.
But part in time, whoever hear
This our instructive song;
For though such friendships may be dear,
They can't continue long.
# The Poetical Works of Thomas Parnell/Poem 6

ANACREONTIC.
When spring came on with fresh delight,
To cheer the soul, and charm the sight,
While easy breezes, softer rain,
And warmer suns salute the plain;
'Twas then, in yonder piny grove,
That Nature went to meet with Love.
Green was her robe, and green her wreath,
Where'er she trod, 'twas green beneath;
Where'er she turn'd, the pulses beat
With new recruits of genial heat;
And in her train the birds appear,
To match for all the coming year.
Rais'd on a bank where daisies grew,
And violets intermix'd a blue,
She finds the boy she went to find;
A thousand pleasures wait behind,
Aside, a thousand arrows lie,
But all unfeather'd wait to fly.
When they met, the dame and boy,
Dancing Graces, idle Joy,
Wanton Smiles, and airy Play,
Conspir'd to make the scene be gay;
Love pair'd the birds through all the grove,
And Nature bid them sing to Love,
Sitting, hopping, fluttering, sing,
And pay their tribute from the wing,
To fledge the shafts that idly lie,
And yet unfeather'd wait to fly.
'Tis thus, when spring renews the blood,
They meet in every trembling wood,
And thrice they make the plumes agree,
And every dart they mount with three,
And every dart can boast a kind,
Which suits each proper turn of mind.
From the towering eagle's plume
The generous hearts accept their doom:
Shot by the peacock's painted eye,
The vain and airy lovers die:
For careful dames and frugal men,
The shafts are speckled by the hen:
The pies and parrots deck the darts,
When prattling wins the panting hearts:
When from the voice the passions spring,
The warbling finch affords a wing:
Together, by the sparrow stung,
Down fall the wanton and the young:
And fledg'd by geese the weapons fly,
When others love they know not why.
All this, as late I chanced to rove,
I learn'd in yonder waving grove.
And see, says Love, who called me near,
How much I deal with Nature here,
How both support a proper part,
She gives the feather, I the dart.
Then cease for souls averse to sigh,
If Nature cross ye, so do I;
My weapon there unfeather'd flies,
And shakes and shuffles through the skies:
But if the mutual charms I find
By which she links you, mind to mind,
They wing my shafts, I poise the darts,
And strike from both, through both your hearts.
# The Poetical Works of Thomas Parnell/Poem 27

ON BISHOP BURNET'S BEING SET ON FIRE IN HIS CLOSET.
From that dire era, bane to Sarum's pride,
Which broke his schemes, and laid his friends aside,
He talks and writes that popery will return,
And we, and he, and all his works will burn.
What touch'd himself was almost fairly prov'd:
Oh, far from Britain be the rest remov'd!
For, as of late he meant to bless the age,
With flagrant prefaces of party-rage,
O'er-wrought with passion, and the subject's weight,
Lolling, he nodded in his elbow seat;
Down fell the candle; grease and zeal conspire,
Heat meets with heat, and pamphlets burn their sire.
Here crawls a preface on its half-burn'd maggots,
And there an introduction brings its faggots:
Then roars the prophet of the northern nation,
Scorch'd by a flaming speech on moderation.
Unwarn'd by this, go on, the realm to fright,
Thou Briton vaunting in thy second-sight!
In such a ministry you safely tell,
How much you'd suffer, if religion fell.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Winchester, Ky.

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​ Winchester, Ky., county-seat of Clark County, on the Chesapeake and Ohio, Louisville and Nashville and Lexington and Eastern railroads, 18 miles east of Lexington. It is the seat, dating from 1866, of Kentucky Wesleyan College (Methodist Episcopal South), while the city dates from 1792 and is in a good farming country. Its chief industries include the manufacture of furniture, carriages, spokes and rims, overalls, gasoline engines, confectionery and planing-mill products. Population 7,156.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Wilson, Sir Daniel

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* DANIEL WILSON
Wilson, Sir Daniel, a Scoto-Canadian educator and archaeologist and from 1881 to 1892 president of Toronto University, was born at Edinburgh in 1816. Famous “Kit North” was his brother. In 1853 he was appointed professor of history and English literature in University College, Toronto, succeeding to the presidency in 1881. His writings embrace Prehistoric Man; Prehistoric Annals of Scotland; Memorials of Edinburgh; Caliban the Missing Link; and a study of Chatterton. He was knighted in 1888, and died at Toronto, Aug. 7, 1892.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Wilson, William Lyne

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​ Wilson, William Lyne, LL.D., American statesman and late president of Washington and Lee University, was born in Jefferson County, Va., May 3, 1843, and died at Lexington, Va., Oct. 17, 1900. After an education at Columbian College (D. C.), and at the University of Virginia, he served for a time in the Confederate army, subsequently becoming a professor of Latin in Columbian College and president of West Virginia University. He also studied and practiced law, and from 1883 to 1895 was a member of Congress, regent of Smithsonian Institution and president of the national Democratic convention of 1892. Between 1895 and 1897 he was postmaster-general of the United States, and in the latter year he accepted the presidency of Washington and Lee University. While in Congress, he drafted the bill for the revision and reduction of tariff-duties, known as the Wilson tariff-bill. See Tariff.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Winchester, Va.

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​ Winchester, Va., county-seat of Frederick County, on the Baltimore and Ohio and Cumberland Valley railroads, about 75 miles west-northwest of Washington. Historically it is noted for its importance in the Revolutionary and the Civil War. It possesses a number of educational institutions, including Valley Female College of the Methodist Episcopal Church South; and it has National and Confederate cemeteries in the neighborhood. Besides its farming, lumbering and stock-raising, it is noted for its glove, leather, woolen, flour and paper works, besides bark-mills and an ice-plant. Population 5,765.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Wilson, Woodrow

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​ Wilson, Woodrow, twenty-seventh President of the United States, was born in Staunton, Va., Dec. 28, 1856. Graduating from Princeton in 1879, he studied law at Virginia University and practiced in Atlanta, Ga. Before entering the service of his alma mater, first as professor of jurisprudence and politics, and, later, as president, he had held professorships at Bryn Mawr and Wesleyan. His college career was distinguished not only by rare scholarship and capacity as a teacher, but for unusual executive ability and his ​ ​ ​ successful determination to make the University more democratic. His capacity for larger public service was so evident that he was induced to run for governor of his state. and in that office established important legislative reforms in opposition to the “machine” element of his party. His distinguished record as governor indicated him as the logical candidate of the reform element of his party, and aided by the powerful support of Mr. Bryan, he was nominated at the Convention of 1912. Out of 544 electoral votes cast he received 435. On account of his character and record for public service, no president ever assumed the difficult duties of his office with greater respect and good will on the part of the people regardless of party. As a historian and writer on political and economic questions he occupies a distinguished position. His writings embrace George Washington:; Congressional Government: a Study in American Politics; The State: Elements of Politics; Division and Reunion; and History of the American People.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Winchell, Alexander

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​ Win'chell, Alexander, a distinguished American geologist and author, was born in North East, New York, Dec. 31, 1824, and died at Ann Arbor, Mich., February 19, 1891, where he occupied the chair as Professor of Geology and Paleontology in the university. He first entered the university-service in 1854 as Professor of physics and civil engineering. His published writings embrace Sketches of Creation, The Doctrine of Evolution, The Geology of the Stars, Reconciliation of Science and Religion, Pre-Adamites, Sparks from a Geologist's Hammer, World-Life: a Comparative Geology, Geological Excursions and Geological Studies.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Winchester, Mass.

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​ Winchester, Mass., a town in Middlesex County, on the Boston and Maine Railroad, eight miles northwest of Boston, of which it in large degree is a suburban residence with a fine system of parks. Settled early in the 17th century, it has been known successively as Waterfield, Charleston Village, Woburn and, finally, as Winchester. Besides a state aviary and a Home for the Aged, it has a well-equipped public library. Its industries embrace machinery of various kinds, felt and leather goods, watch-hands etc. Population 9,309.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Windmill

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​ Wind'mill', a wheel driven by wind to obtain power. Windmills vary in diameter from eight to thirty feet. The largest sizes in ordinary wind developing as high as four H. P. The ordinary pumping-wheel develops less than one quarter H. P. For service requiring small power, and where constant operation is not vital, as in pumping water and grinding feed, windmills are, according to Wolff, the cheapest power available. He estimates an average of eight running hours a day for most parts of the United States. The number of windmills in use is very great. American windmills practically control the market all over the world. Windmills have been in use since the twelfth century in Europe. The old-fashioned mill still in use in Holland has its arms covered with canvass, and the diameter of the wheel is generally very large. One is mentioned with a diameter of 150 feet, but a common diameter is about a third of this. These wheels are largely used for pumping water and for grinding grain. They have various schemes for setting them to face the wind, a common method in Germany being to rotate the whole tower on wheels. The windmill has been developed in the United States, along different lines, and American windmills are very superior to the older forms. The American windmill consists of a wheel with a great number of narrow, radial, inclined arms of wood or metal, the axis of the wheel being horizontal, and the direction of the wheel being regulated by an arm carrying a vane. One firm in the United States is said to make nearly 20,000 windmills annually. Windmills are unsuited to driving dynamos on account of the variation in speed.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Wirt, William

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​ Wirt, William, was born at Bladensburg, Md., Nov. 8, 1772. He began to practice law in 1792 at Culpeper Court House, Va., but within a few years moved to Charlottesville and thence to Richmond. In 1803 appeared his Letters of a British Spy. He took part in the prosecution of Aaron Burr, and was attorney-general of the United States from 1817 to 1829. In 1832 he ran for the presidency on the ticket of the anti-Masonic party. Wirt is now best remembered as the author of the famous Life of Patrick Henry. He died at Washington, D. C., Feb. 18, 1834. Consult Life by J. P. Kennedy.
# The Poetical Writings of Fitz-Greene Halleck/Domestic Happiness

DOMESTIC HAPPINESS.
……The only bliss Of Paradise that has survived the fall.
I.
“eside the nuptial curtain bright,” The bard of Eden sings, “Young Love his constant lamp will light, And wave his purple wings.” But rain-drops from the clouds of care May bid that lamp be dim, And the boy Love will pout and swear ’Tis then no place for him.
II.
So mused the lovely Mrs. Dash (’Tis wrong to mention names) When for her surly husband’s cash She urged in vain her claims. “I want a little money, dear, For Vandervoort and Flandin, Their bill, which now has run a year, To-morrow mean to hand in.”
III.
“More?” cried the husband, half asleep, “You’ll drive me to despair;” The lady was too proud to weep, And too polite to swear. She bit her lip for very spite, He felt a storm was brewing, And dreamed of nothing else all night, But brokers, banks, and ruin.
IV.
He thought her pretty once, but dreams Have sure a wondrous power, For to his eye the lady seems Quite altered since that hour; And Love, who on their bridal eve Had promised long to stay, Forgot his promise, took French leave, And bore his lamp away.
# The Poetical Writings of Fitz-Greene Halleck/An Address for the Opening of the New Theatre

AN ADDRESS For the opening of the new Theatre, Sept. 1, 1821, to be spoken by Mr. Olliff.
adies and Gentlemen: Enlightened as you were, you all must know Our playhouse was burnt down some time ago, Without insurance. ’Twas a famous blaze, Fine fun for firemen, but dull sport for plays; The proudest of our whole dramatic corps Such warm reception never met before. It was a woeful night for us and ours, Worse than dry weather to the fields and flowers. The evening found us gay as summer’s lark, Happy as sturgeons in the Tappan Sea; The morning, like the dove from Noah’s ark, As homeless, houseless, desolate as she.
But thanks to those who always have been known To love the public interest, when their own— Thanks to the men of talent and of trade, Who joy in doing well when they’re well paid— Again our fireworn mansion is rebuilt, Inside and outside, neatly carved and gilt,
With best of paint and canvas, lath and plaster, The Lord bless Beekman and John Jacob Astor! As an old coat, from Jenning’s patent screw, Comes out clean scoured and brighter than the new; As an old head in Saunders’ patent wig, Looks wiser than when young, and twice as big; As Mat Van Buren in the Senate-hall, Repairs the loss we met in Spencer’s fall; As the new Constitution will (we’re told) Be worth, at least, a dozen of the old, So is our new house better than its brother, Its roof is painted yellower than the other, It is insured at three per cent. ’gainst fire, And cost three times as much, and is six inches higher.
’Tis not alone the house—the prompter’s clothes Are all quite new, so are the fiddlers’ bows; The supernumeraries are newly shaved, New drilled, and all extremely well behaved (They’ll each one be allowed, I pause to mention, The right of suffrage by the new Convention). We’ve some new thunder, several new plays, And a new splendid carpet of green baize. So that there’s naught remains to bid us reach The topmost bough of favor, but a speech— A speech, the prelude to each public meeting, Whether for morals, charity, or eating— A speech, the modern mode of winning hearts, And power, and fame, in politics and arts.
What made the good Monroe our President? ’Twas that through all this blessed land he went With his immortal cocked hat and short breeches, Dining—wherever asked—and making speeches. What, when Missouri stood on her last legs, Revived her hopes? The speech of Henry Meigs. What proves our country wise, learned, and happy? Mitchill’s address to the Phi Beta Kappa. What has convinced the world that we have men, First with the sword, the chisel, brush, and pen, Shaming all English rivals, men or madams? The “Fourth of July” speech of Mr. Adams. Yes, if our managers grow great and rich, And players prosper, let them thank my speech, And let the name of Olliff proudly go With Meigs and Adams, Mitchill and Monroe!
H.
# The Poetical Writings of Fitz-Greene Halleck/Bony’s Fight

BONY’S FIGHT.
“There was Captain Cucumber, Lieutenant Tripe, Ensign Pattyman, and myself.”Foote.
hen Bony fought his host of foes, Heroes and generals arose Like mushrooms when he bade them; Europe, while trembling at his nod, Thought him a sort of demi-god, So wondrous quick he made them.
But “every dog must have his day,” And Bony’s power has passed away, His track let others follow; Yet in that talent of the Great, With dash of goose-quill to create, Our Clinton beats him hollow!
Alas! thou little god of war, The proud effulgence of thy star Is dimmed, I fear, forever, Though bright thy buttons long have shined, And still thy powdered hair behind Is clubbed so neat and clever.
Yet round thee are assembled now New chieftains, all intent as thou On hard militia duty: Here’s King, conspicuous for his hat, And Ferris Pell, for God knows what, And Bayard, for his beauty.
These are but colonels—there are hosts Of higher grades, like Banquo’s ghosts, Upon my sight advancing; In truth they made e’en Jackson stare, When in the Park, up-tossed in air, He saw their plumage dancing.
Yet I should wrong them not to name Two Major-Generals, high in fame, By Heaven! a gallant pair! (They haven’t any soldiers yet,) His Honor, General by brevet, Bogardus, brevet Mayor.
Should England dare to send again Her scoundrel red-coats o’er the main, I fear some sad disaster; Each soldier wears an epaulette, The Guards have turned a capering set, And want a dancing-master.
Sam Swartwout! where are now thy Grays? Oh, bid again their banner blaze O’er hearts and ranks unbroken! Let drum and fife your slumbers break, And bid the devil freely take Your meadows at Hoboken!
H.