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# 1911 Encyclopædia Britannica/Kistna (district)

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​KISTNA (or Krishna), a district of British India, in the N.E. of the Madras Presidency. Masulipatam is the district headquarters. Area, 8490 sq. m. The district is generally a flat country, but the interior is broken by a few low hills, the highest being 1857 ft. above sea-level. The principal rivers are the Kistna, which cuts the district into two portions, and the Munyeru, Paleru and Naguleru (tributaries of the Gundlakamma and the Kistna); the last only is navigable. The Kolar lake, which covers an area of 21 by 14 m., and the Romparu swamp are natural receptacles for the drainage on the north and south sides of the Kistna respectively.
In 1901 the population was 2,154,803, showing an increase of 16% in the decade. Subsequently the area of the district was reduced by the formation of the new district of Guntur (q.v.), though Kistna received an accretion of territory from Godavari district. The population in 1901 on the area as reconstituted (5899 sq. m.) was 1,744,138. The Kistna delta system of irrigation canals, which are available also for navigation, connect with the Godavari system. The principal crops are rice, millets, pulse, oil-seeds, cotton, indigo, tobacco and a little sugar-cane. There are several factories for ginning and pressing cotton. The cigars known in England as Lunkas are partly made from tobacco grown on lankas or islands in the Kistna. The manufacture of chintzes at Masulipatam is a decaying industry, but cotton is woven everywhere for domestic use. Salt is evaporated, under government supervision, along the coast. Bezwada, at the head of the delta, is a place of growing importance, as the central junction of the East Coast railway system, which crosses the inland portion of the district in three directions. Some seaborne trade, chiefly coasting, is carried on at the open roadsteads of Masulipatam and Nizampatam, both in the delta. The Church Missionary Society supports a college at Masulipatam.
The early history of Kistna is inseparable from that of the northern Circars. Dharanikota and the adjacent town of Amravati were the seats of early Hindu and Buddhist governments; and the more modern Rajahmundry owed its importance to later dynasties. The Chalukyas here gave place to the Cholas, who in turn were ousted by the Reddi kings, who flourished during the 14th century, and built the forts of Bellamkonda, Kondavi and Kondapalli in the north of the district, while the Gajapati dynasty of Orissa ruled in the north. Afterwards the entire district passed to the Kutb Shahis of Golconda, until annexed to the Mogul empire by Aurangzeb in 1687. Meantime the English had in 1611 established a small factory at Masulipatam, where they traded with varying fortune from 1759, when, ​Masulipatam being captured from the French by Colonel Forde, with a force sent by Lord Clive from Calcutta, the power of the English in the greater part of the district was complete.
# 1911 Encyclopædia Britannica/Kismet

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​KISMET, fate, destiny, a term used by Mahommedans to express all the incidents and details of man’s lot in life. The ​word is the Turkish form of the Arabic gismat, from gasama, to divide.
# 1911 Encyclopædia Britannica/Kiss

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​KISS, the act of pressing or touching with the lips, cheek, hand or lips of another, as a sign or expression of love, affection, reverence or greeting. Skeat (Etym. Dict., 1898) connects the Teut. base kussa with Lat. gustus, taste, and with Goth. kustus, test, from kinsan, to choose, and takes “kiss” as ultimately a doublet of “choice.”
For the liturgical osculum pacis or “kiss of peace,” see Pax. See further C. Nyrop, The Kiss and its History, trans. by W. F. Harvey (1902); J. J. Claudius, Dissertatio de salulationibus veterum (Utrecht, 1702); and “Baisers d’étiquette” (1689) in Archives curieuses de l’histoire de France (1834–1890, series ii. tom. 12).
# 1911 Encyclopædia Britannica/Kit-Cat Club

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​KIT-CAT CLUB, a club of Whig wits, painters, politicians and men of letters, founded in London about 1703. The name was derived from that of Christopher Cat, the keeper of the pie-house in which the club met in Shire Lane, near Temple Bar. The meetings were afterwards held at the Fountain tavern in the Strand, and latterly in a room specially built for the purpose at Barn Elms, the residence of the secretary, Jacob Tonson, the publisher. In summer the club met at the Upper Flask, Hampstead Heath. The club originally consisted of thirty-nine, afterwards of forty-eight members, and included among others the duke of Marlborough, Lords Halifax and Somers, Sir Robert Walpole, Vanbrugh, Congreve, Steele and Addison. The portraits of many of the members were painted by Sir Godfrey Kneller, himself a member, of a uniform size suited to the height of the Barn Elms room in which the club dined. The canvas, 36 × 28 in., admitted of less than a half-length portrait but was sufficiently long to include a hand, and this is known as the kit-cat size. The club was dissolved about 1720.
# 1911 Encyclopædia Britannica/Kislovodsk

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​KISLOVODSK, a town and health-resort of Russian Caucasia, in the province of Terek, situated at an altitude of 2690 ft., in a deep caldron-shaped valley on the N. side of the Caucasus, 40 m. by rail S.W. of Pyatigorsk. Pop. (1897), 4078. The limestone hills which surround the town rise by successive steps or terraces, and contain numerous caves. The mineral waters are strongly impregnated with carbonic acid gas and have a temperature of 51° F. The principal spring is known as Narsan, and its water is called by the Circassians the “drink of heroes.”
# 1911 Encyclopædia Britannica/Kistna (river)

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​KISTNA, or Krishna, a large river of southern India. It rises near the Bombay sanatorium of Mahabaleshwar in the Western Ghats, only about 40 m. from the Arabian Sea, and, as it discharges into the Bay of Bengal, it thus flows across almost the entire peninsula from west to east. It has an estimated basin area of 97,000 sq. m., and its length is 800 m. Its source is held sacred, and is frequented by pilgrims in large numbers. From Mahabaleshwar the Kistna runs southward in a rapid course into the nizam’s dominions, then turns to the east, and ultimately falls into the sea by two principal mouths, carrying with it the waters of the Bhima from the north and the Tungabadhra from the south-west. Along this part of the coast runs an extensive strip of land which has been entirely formed by the detritus washed down by the Kistna and Godavari. The river channel is throughout too rocky and the stream too rapid to allow navigation even by small native craft. In utility for irrigation the Kistna is also inferior to its two sister streams, the Godavari and Cauvery. By far the greatest of its irrigation works is the Bezwada anicut, begun by Sir Arthur Cotton in 1852. Bezwada is a small town at the entrance of the gorge by which the Kistna bursts through the Eastern Ghats and immediately spreads over the alluvial plain. The channel there is 1300 yds. wide. During the dry season the depth of water is barely 6 ft., but sometimes it rises to as much as 36 ft., the maximum flood discharge being calculated at 1,188,000 cub. ft. per second. Of the two main canals connected with the dam, that on the left bank breaks into two branches, the one running 39 m. to Ellore, the other 49 m. to Masulipatam. The canal on the right bank proceeds nearly parallel to the river, and also sends off two principal branches, to Nizampatam and Comamur. The total length of the main channels is 372 m. and the total area irrigated in 1903–1904 was about 700,000 acres.
# Farewell Love and All Thy Laws Forever

Farewell, Love, and all thy laws forever, Thy baited hooks shall tangle me no more; Senec and Plato call me from thy lore, To perfect wealth my wit for to endeavor. In blind error when I did persever, Thy sharp repulse, that pricketh aye so sore, Hath taught me to set in trifles no store And 'scape forth since liberty is lever. Therefore farewell, go trouble younger hearts And in me claim no more authority. With idle youth go use thy property; And thereon spend thy many brittle darts, For hitherto though I have lost all my time, Me lusteth no longer rotten boughs to climb.
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# Farewell letter to Soviet Russia

​To the Central Executive Committee of the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics:
My dear comrades,
As I lie here, with a malady that is beyond men's skill, my thoughts turn to you and to the future of my party and my country.
You are the head of a union of free republics which is the real heritage that the immortal Lenin has left to the world of the oppressed peoples. Through this heritage, the victims of imperialism are destined to secure their freedom and deliverance from an international system whose foundations lie in ancient slaveries and wars and injustices.
I am leaving behind me a party which I had hoped would be associated with you in the historic work of completely liberating China and other exploited countries from this imperialist system. Fate decrees that I must leave the task unfinished and pass it on to those who, by remaining true to the principles and teachings of the Party, will constitute my real followers.
I have therefore enjoined the Kuomintang to carry on the work of the national revolutionary movement in order that China may be freed from the semi-colonial status which imperialism imposed upon her. To this end I have charged the party to keep in constant touch with you; and I look with confidence to the continuance of the support that your government has heretofore extended to my party.
In bidding farewell to you, dear comrades, I wish to express the fervent hope that the day may soon dawn when the U. S. S. R. will greet, as a friend and ally, a strong and independent China and that the two allies may together advance to victory in the great struggle for the liberation of the oppressed peoples of the world.
With fraternal greetings.
Signed on March 11th, 1925, in the presence of:
Tse Ven Soong 宋子文
Wang Ching Wei 汪精衛
何香凝
Sun Fo 孫科
Tai En Sai 戴恩賽
Tsou Lo 鄒魯
Hsiang Hsi Kung 孔庸之
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# Farewell (Byron)

"Farewell! if ever fondest prayer"
by George Gordon Byron:
* "Farewell! if ever Fondest Prayer" from The Works of Lord Byron Poetry, Volume 3.
* "Farewell" from The Corsair (1814)
# Farewell (John Boyle O'Reilly)

Farewell! Oh how hard and how sad 'tis to speak That last word of parting—forever to break The fond ties and affection that cling round the heart From home and from friends and from country to part. 'Though it grieves to remember, 'tis vain to regret. The sad word must be spoken, and memory's spell Now steals o'er me sadly. Farewell! Oh farewell!
Farewell to thy green hills, thy valleys and plains, My poor blighted country! In exile and chains Are the sons doomed to linger. Of God who didst bring Thy children to Zion from Egypt's proud king, We implore Thy great mercy! Oh stretch forth Thy hand, And guide back her sons to their poor blighted land.
Never more thy fair face am I destined to see; E'en the savage loves home, but 'tis crime to love thee. God bless thee, dear Erin, my loved one, my own, Oh! how hard 'tis these tendrils to break that have grown
Round my heart. But 'tis over, and memory's spell Now stears o'er me sadly. Farewell! Oh, Farewell!
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# Farewell songs Durastanti performed on stage

Signora Margarita Durastanti was engaged by Mr. Handel at the same time with Senesino, and came with him into England. She sung in the operas composed by Handel, Bononcini, and Attilio till the year 1723. For the reason of her quitting England we are to seek, unless we may suppose, that the applause bestowed on Cuzzoni, who appeared on the stage for two or three winters with her, was more than she could bear. However, she made a handsome retreat; and, as it seems, took a formal leave of the English nation by singing on the stage a song written for her in haste by Mr. Pope, at the earnest request of the Earl of Peterborough, which, together with a burlesque of it by Dr. Arbuthnot, were lately printed in some of the public papers from a volume of poems among the Harleian manuscripts in the British Museum. Both poems are here inserted.
| GENEROUS, gay, and gallant nation, Bold in arms, and bright in arts; Land secure from all invasion, All but Cupid's gentle darts! From your charms, oh who would run Who would leave you for the Sun?   Happy soil, and simple crew! Let old charmers yield to new; in arms, in arts, be still more shining All your joys be still encreasing; All your tastes be still refining All your jars for ever ceasing: But let old charmers yield to new: Happy soil, adieu, adieu! | PUPPIES, whom I now am leaving, Merry sometimes, always mad; Who lavish most when debts are craving, On fool, and farce, and masquerade! Who would not from such bubbles run, And leave such blessings for the fun; Happy soil, and simple crew Let old sharpers yield to new! All your tastes be still refining; All your nonsense still more shining; Blest in some Berenstadt or Broschi, He more aukward, he more husky; And never want, when these are lost t'us, Another Heidegger and Faustus. Happy soil, and simple crew! Let old sharpers yield to new! Bubbles all, adieu, adieu! |

## Source

This text was originally published in Chapter 189 (CLXXXIX) of John Hawkins: A general history of the science and practice of music (originally published in 1776) - see its reprint in John Hawkins: A general history of the science and practice of music. Novello, Ever & Co., London 1875. Vol 2, pp. 872
The same text was republished, without an author's name, in The Westminster Magazine: or, The Pantheon of Taste, vol. 5 (1777), pp. 395.

## References

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# Farewell to Love

WHILST yet to prove I thought there was some deity in love, So did I reverence, and gave Worship; as atheists at their dying hour Call, what they cannot name, an unknown power, As ignorantly did I crave. Thus when Things not yet known are coveted by men, Our desires give them fashion, and so As they wax lesser, fall, as they size, grow.
But, from late fair, His highness sitting in a golden chair, Is not less cared for after three days By children, than the thing which lovers so Blindly admire, and with such worship woo; Being had, enjoying it decays; And thence, What before pleased them all, takes but one sense, And that so lamely, as it leaves behind A kind of sorrowing dulness to the mind.
Ah cannot we, As well as cocks and lions, jocund be After such pleasures, unless wise Nature decreed—since each such act, they say, Diminisheth the length of life a day— This; as she would man should despise The sport, Because that other curse of being short, And only for a minute made to be Eager, desires to raise posterity.
Since so, my mind Shall not desire what no man else can find; I'll no more dote and run To pursue things which had endamaged me; And when I come where moving beauties be, As men do when the summer's sun Grows great, Though I admire their greatness, shun their heat. Each place can afford shadows; if all fail, 'Tis but applying worm-seed to the tail.
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# Farewell to Aberfoyle

* "Farewell to Aberfoyle" in The Sentimental Songster (1840s)
* "Farewell to Aberfoyle" in Seraphim (1840s)
# Farewell Address

Spoken by Miss Ellen Tree at the Park Theatre.
The curtain falls---closed is the Drama's page: Why lingers Beatrice upon the stage? Away, illusion!---this is not thy sphere--- The sigh is faithful, and the grief sincere. Should utterance tremble, should the tear-drop start, They will but echo and o'erflow the heart.
Three years, my friends---how brief they seem!---have fled Since on your shore 'twas my good hap to tread; And if some anxious fears were mine at first, How on my soul your liberal welcome burst! Ye cheered my efforts---took me by the hand: No more was I a stranger in the land. A stranger! Why? on every side I heard My native accents in each spoken word; And every greeting which my toil beguiled Was from the "well of English undefiled." The mighty poet, whose creations bright The Drama's spell evoked for you to-night,--- Did I not find his memory and his strains Here as familiar as on Stratford's plains? Your sires and he one Saxon stock could claim, And ye with us partake his endless fame.
Ah! as the loiterer by some pleasant way, Though duty bid him haste, would fain delay,--- Review the prospect beautiful---retrace Each sunbright feature and each shadowy grace,--- So would I linger---so would I forget, It is, alas! to part, that we have met.
Yet, ere I go, desponding Memory asks, Is this the last of my too happy tasks? Shall I no more a scene like this behold, Or tread these boards, in your approval bold? Too strong the chance that it will e'en be so--- Fate answers, "Ay!" but ah! Hope whispers, "No!" And yet, though mute the voice, and closed the scene; Though oceans stretch, and tempests roar between; Whatever hues may mark my future lot, Still let me dream that I'm not all forgot; That Shakspeare's fair abstractions may restore A thought of her who once their trophies wore; That Talfourd's pathos, Knowles's tragic art, Some wavering recollection may impart--- A look, a tone, that sympathy impressed, That was the touch of nature to your breast.
But heedless Time hath brought our parting near: Why do I still, superfluous, linger here? Ah! think not ever an unreal part So tasked my powers, and filled my beating heart! I may not speak the thoughts that in it swell,--- I can but say, kind, generous friends, farewell!
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# Farewell of the Soul to the Body

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The Christian's Gift, 1857. "By Mrs. Sigourney"
Companion dear, the hour draws nigh,
The sentence speeds—to die, to die.
So long in mystic union held,
So close with strong embrace compelled,
How canst thou bear the dread decree
That strikes thy clasping nerves from me?
To Him who on this mortal shore,
The same encircling vestment wore,
To him I look, to him I bend,
To him thy shuddering frame commend.
If I have ever caused thee pain,
The throbbing breast, the burning brain,
With cares and vigils turned thee pale,
And scorned thee when thy strength did fail,
Forgive, forgive! thy task doth cease,
Friend! lover! let us part in peace.
That thou didst sometimes check my force,
Or, trifling, stay mine upward course,
Or lure from heaven my wavering trust,
Or bow my drooping wing to dust,
I blame thee not; the strife is done;
I knew thou wert the weaker one,
The vase of earth, the trembling clod
Constrained to hold the breath of God.
Well hast thou in my service wrought;
Thy brow hath mirrored forth my thought;
To wear my smile thy life hath glowed,
Thy tear to speak my sorrows, flowed;
Thine ear hath borne me rich supplies
Of sweetly-varied melodies;
Thy hands my prompted deeds have done,
Thy feet upon my errands run.
Yes, thou hast marked my bidding well,
Faithful and true! farewell, farewell,
Go to thy rest. A quiet bed
Meek mother Earth with flowers shall spread,
Where I no more thy sleep may break
With fevered dream, nor rudely wake
Thy wearied eye.
 O, quit thy hold,
For thou art faint, and chill, and cold,
And long thy gasp and groan of pain
Have bound me pitying in thy chain,
Though angels urge me hence to soar,
Where I shall share thine ills no more.
Yet we shall meet. To soothe thy pain
Remember, we shall meet again.
Quell with this hope the victor's sting,
And keep it as a signet ring,
When the dire worm shall pierce thy breast,
And nought but ashes mark thy rest;
When stars shall fall, and skies grow dark,
And proud suns quench their glowworm spark,
Keep thou that hope, to light thy gloom,
Till the last trumpet rends the tomb.
Then shalt thou glorious rise, and fair,
Nor spot, nor stain, nor wrinkle bear,
And I, with hovering wing elate,
The bursting of thy bonds shall wait,
And breathe the welcome of the sky
"No more to part, no more to die,
Co-heir to immortality."
# Farewell to J. R. Lowell

[On the occasion of Lowell's going abroad in the spring of 1855.]
Farewell, for the bark has her breast to the tide, And the rough arms of Ocean are stretched for his bride; The winds from the mountain stream over the bay; One clasp of the had, then away and away!
I see the tall mast as it rocks by the shore; The sun is declining, I see it once more; To-day like the blade in a thick-waving field, To-morrow the spike on a Highlander's shield.
Alone, while the cloud pours its treacherous breath, With the blue lips all round her whose kisses are death; Ah, think not the breeze that is urging her sail Has left her unaided to strive with the gale.
There are hopes that play round her, like fires on the mast, That will light the dark hour till its danger has past; There are prayers that will plead with the storm when it raves, And whisper "Be still!" to the turbulent waves.
Nay, think not that Friendship has called us in vain To join the fair ring ere we break it again; There is strength in its circle,—you lose in the bright star, But its sisters still chain it, though shining afar.
I give you one health in the juice of the vine, The blood of the vineyard shall mingle with mine; Thus, let us drain the last dew-drops of gold, As we empty our hearts of the blessings they hold.
# Eumenides (Murray 1925)

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The third and final tragedy in the Oresteia, as translated by Gilbert Murray, who also translated Aeschylus' Agamemnon (1920) and Choëphoroe (1923).
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THE EUMENIDES (THE FURIES)
OF AESCHYLUS
TRANSLATED INTO RHYMING VERSE
BY
GILBERT MURRAY
REGIUS PROFESSOR OF GREEK IN THE UNIVERSITY OF OXFORD
NEW YORK
OXFORD UNIVERSITY PRESS
AMERICAN BRANCH: 35 WEST 32D STREET
LONDON, TORONTO, MELBOURNE, AND BOMBAY
1925
Copyright, 1925, by OXFORD UNIVERSITY PRESS
AMERICAN BRANCH
Printed in the United States of America
* Introduction
* Characters
* The Eumenides
* Notes
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