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ve; we asked again,
king must be that no g
H IBN
hief-maker: Transl
sy tongue has sunde
thy houses, 'Amr, 'A
arest art a wind o
rian hills, and wrinkle
and mild to strange
shore showers and fills
uth, I know--no f
kith and kin, the m
h tongue, when rule
men where thou dwell
A
his tribe, the 'mir. From the 'D
shall keep the wa
the steps of a
return, too; w
f things--and all
he Book of Knowl
evealed lies all
His gifts of goo
palms full freigh
h fruit, their heads
ng, the tallest e
en avails the
n and grace to l
he wrought to wi
of Him who
his shade, the b
and steadfast, rig
ood in life? Yea
seeing bring
en to me; and th
ime abide Ti'a
Bad?' the migh
that towers alof
arching all nigh
, as each hies for
their course: the u
as maidens encir
whenas their lu
he ropes that bin
d naught is left
of al-A'raf, bu
f tents and penf
nt, and spoiled by
r ancients gone,
folk whose war-m
m in every breach
bestride them, tr
heir kin when chan
the ties of bloo
peace, and prai
earth her way--
s foregoing are t
AIR
t of Antara': Transl
eauties first en
pearls and ruby
ar than honey
erchant opes
uch an odor f
e, harbinger o
ouched meadow,
reshly on the
ll its pure u
the fragrant
silver in th
it with perpe
e the sportiv
opers singing o
forelegs, like
nd to use the
TH OF '
MANNER OF
id, son of as-Simmah, of Jusha
'rid, and the men
ck Mother: yea, ye a
k--even now, two thou
and spear, their capt
earken not, I followe
ools, and that I walk
one of the Ghaz?y
e; and if the Ghaz
ede, one day, at
n, they saw my cou
es cried, "The horseme
allah, the man whom
: the spears had rid
tched web deftly plies
stands with fear in
ager mouth, and thinks-
him till the riders
lack blood flowed
o gives his life for
e is short, that Death
bdallah be dead, a
of hand, and no h
ns well girt, his le
n of limb, a climber
ill-luck; one min
k to-day would live
r's pain though meat
hirt that those whom
and on him, and Fami
adlier what little
ith Youth, until, whe
his brow, to lightne
othes my soul that
dged him aught of min
ANFARà
rom the 'Mufaddaliyat': T
set her face to
n she sped, she left
ly shaped--no warning
welt, hard-by, her cam
she dwelt, from morn
d her tale, and flee
gone! and leaves h
n for her; and now
shamefaced--no maid
ehind--she walked for
d, as though they looke
t or right--her answ
day dawns to carr
d--dear alms, when su
of blame, her tent s
tent is pitched in
im shame from her do
e of women, pure an
glad comes he home
her, "Say, where dids
here meet, and full
, a fairy shape, if s
at there, methought t
sprays, all fragr
lyah dale, its branc
ce with balm--no starv
AT TH
'Love Poems': Translatio
oes of a heart
that have smit
ed in the calm
gh to the light
as they gazed,
t and confusi
ht her, ne'er ha
and the hour,
d her as she
he temple and
rest, the lovel
ow-wandering he
ing with come
honor, the pee
: let us mar
h that he needs
gnal, my sist
, but he marked
amsel, and has
ht by the vale o
wn when in sil
orn may awake
cup of the ble
NVEIL
'Love Poems': Translatio
ohassib I beheld h
aside, but love forba
the windows of a gle
al worship? or was
that necklace! Naufel'
ely lineage, and the
he splendor, as the o'
ous hand the jealous
assed between us; but
all faces, hands the
r earth, and nurtur
thy beauty! Hope is f
D?WN OF A
Ghassan, written in time of the poet's politic
maimah--alone with
ong night and the we
th of gloom; methink
d lead his flock to t
hose griefs, that roa
ght all home: in legi
ith 'Amr, a favo
grace that carried
d is true--an oath
is hid save fair thou
thers were, who lie i
thers al-Saida,
ah's line, the lord
ght shall reach th
of help when men say
san's line unblemish
r of kin, their chie
hose might in battl
host to war, above t
s, pointing the pat
ld and tried, fast co
lood, as hounds to th
sit there, behind wh
askance, like elder
full well that those
ts shall come, will
stom known, a usage
id in rest on with
lay skilled, with lips f
all scarred, some bleed
ders where the battl
ce of Death like sta
e and take deep draug
white swords, thin and
orions burst by the
ws, cleft, fly shatter
s found, save only
, gained from smiti
ose blades, from the f
fierce that since ha
eave in twain the ha
beneath to fire, ere
--God gives the li
r sleeps, a bounty
own land, His chosen
ope is set on naught
oft and fine, and g
lands sweet the dawn
n they come home full
les, hang the mantl
their limbs, well-know
sleeved, green at the s
l as men who know no
il days as though t
ift to Ghassan, w
y paths were darkene
SA
of a wife and mother--a slave--from
ght--To-morrow at
eventide, mu
word lay helples
and struggles wit
left alone, in a
winds smite, toss
tling breeze, and stre
it--the end of h
either gains in th
he morning any r
GEA
Zimman Tribe: Trans
had we for
he men our
y bring tha
folk that on
Ill stood cle
rong was bo
as left but
m in the co
as stalks
lion wrat
we, dealing s
pomp and qu
man may be
em but to fl
oft may bri
s works not
TI
Kunaif of Nabhan: Tra
e-born men to bear
ime's wrong or help
an aught to bow him
d off hurt by humb
ant front the full
re still the fairest
e, when none outruns
d's decree nor was
ging Days have wrought
and woe, yet one thi
oft or weak the stoc
d our hearts to doi
heir weight, a han
all weight of man, t
ence fair our souls fr
e and sound, though
SA
the 'Hamásah': Tran
rings weepin
ath and Life
to envy th
ain and twain
r, heighten my
en the pang
hat days brin
f all days b
ow swiftly t
, the mome
t brief mome
y dragged
SS TO TH
From the 'Hamásah': T
while spears betwee
od full deep had drun
n I swear, and here
-sickness, or wrought
hen grant me grace
ss be, then none is
FO
From the 'Hamásah': Tr
der Sábhal's twin
pon troop, and the fo
things lie before yo
rs couched at ye; or i
this thing may fall t
ft on ground, and no
we quail before th
t of life--the goal
of battle; there cle
right hands which the sm
e of my blade, on th
are thereof, wherev
TA
bn Ma'zin. From the 'Hamásah
en she fled in am
of battle, "Why d
f Life thou shoulds
om appoints, thou
face the onset of
arth shall win
se the cloak of ol
ward who bows like a
eath is set for
proclaims through t
young and sound, d
th of days from all
an is left of de
ay--a worthless an
ACAB
bn Utbah. From the 'Hamásah
, peace! Cousins
m its grave the strif
from us, while ye
all forbear from ve
e, peace! lay no
while, as once ye
at we, we love y
ye not that ye h
round for the loathi
m the Lord that w
AL AFF
là of Tayyi. From the 'Hamása
ught me down--h
igh and great,
ent away my p
alth, honor
rned my joy to
e me laugh with
girls, the kat
t from door to
m, and wide, to
as no lack of br
ildren in our m
are they, walki
eze blow harsh
no" to slumber,
ESMAN'
ik, of the Kais Tribe: T
s war, that bows m
er blaze all glory
aliant heart to face pa
and firm, the nail-crown
rout, when men shrink f
ll the vile, the hireli
rts before them, and
or maidens veiled, not
oi
we leave, sons of
who will, no flinchin
stand firm before he
e her fear, his Doom s
o quitting of place,
hen the uplands and va
ghty now? the spears
THE Q
ion of G
ITLED "THE CREATOR
be spent in sighs for their sakes, on account of their obstinacy; for GOD well knoweth that which they do. It is God who sendeth the winds, and raiseth a cloud: and we drive the same unto a dead country, and thereby quicken the earth after it hath been dead; so shall the resurrection be. Whoever desireth excellence; unto GOD doth all excellence belong: unto him ascendeth the good speech; and the righteous work will he exalt. But as for them who devise wicked plots, they shall suffer a severe punishment; and the device of those men shall be rendered vain. GOD created you first of the dust, and afterwards of seed: and he hath made you man and wife. No female conceiveth, or bringeth forth, but with his knowledge. Nor is any thing added unto the age of him whose life is prolonged, neither is any thing diminished from his age, but the same is written in the book of God's decrees. Verily this is easy with GOD. The two seas are not to be held in comparison: this is fresh and sweet, pleasant to drink; but that is salt and bitter: yet out of each of them ye eat fish, and take ornaments for you to wear. Thou seest the ships also ploughing the waves thereof, that ye may seek to enrich yourselves by commerce, of the abundance of God: peradventure ye will be thankful. He causeth the night to succeed the day, and he causeth the day to succeed the night; and he obligeth the sun and the moon to perform their services: each of them runneth an appointed course. This is GOD, your LORD: hi
who outstrippeth others in good works, by the permission of GOD. This is the great excellence. They shall be introduced into gardens of perpetual abode; they shall be adorned therein with bracelets of gold, and pearls, and their clothing therein shall be of silk: and they shall say, Praise be unto GOD, who hath taken away sorrow from us! verily our LORD is ready to forgive the sinners, and to reward the obedient: who hath caused us to take up our rest in a dwelling of eternal stability, through his bounty, wherein no labor shall touch us, neither shall any weariness affect us. But for the unbelievers is prepared the fire of hell: it shall not be decreed them to die a second time; neither shall any part of the punishment thereof be made lighter unto them. Thus shall every infidel be rewarded. And they shall cry out aloud in hell, saying, LORD, take us hence, and we will work righteousness, and not what we have formerly wrought. But it shall be answered them, Did we not grant you lives of length sufficient, that whoever would be warned might be warned therein; and did not the preacher come unto you? Taste therefore the pains of hell. And the unjust shall have no protector. Verily GOD knoweth the secrets both of heaven and earth, for he knoweth the innermost parts of the breasts of men. It is he who hath made you to succeed in the earth. Whoever shall disbelieve, on him be his unbelief; and their unbelief shall only gain the unbelievers greater indignation in the sight of their LORD; and their unbelief shall only increase the perdition of the unbelievers. Say, what think ye o
LED "THE MERCIFUL.
ery day is he employed in some new work. Which, therefore, of your LORD'S benefits will ye ungratefully deny? We will surely attend to judge you, O men and genii, at the last day. Which, therefore, of your LORD'S benefits will ye ungratefully deny? O ye collective body of genii and men, if ye be able to pass out of the confines of heaven and earth, pass forth: ye shall not pass forth but by absolute power. Which, therefore, of your LORD'S benefits will ye ungratefully deny? A flame of fire without smoke, and a smoke without flame shall be sent down upon you; and ye shall not be able to defend yourselves therefrom. Which, therefore, of your LORD'S benefits will ye ungratefully deny? And when the heaven shall be rent in sunder, and shall become red as a rose, and shall melt like ointment: (Which, therefore, of your LORD'S benefits will ye ungratefully deny?) On that day neither man nor genius shall be asked concerning his sin. Which, therefore, of your LORD'S benefits will ye ungratefully deny? The wicked shall be known by their marks; and they shall be taken by the forelocks, and the feet, and shall be cast into hell. Which, therefore, of your LORD'S benefits will ye ungratefully deny? This is hell which the wicked deny as a falsehood: they shall pass to and fro between the same and hot boiling water. Which, therefore, of your LORD'S benefits will ye ungratefully deny? But for him who dreadeth the tribunal of his LORD are prepared two gardens: (Which, therefore, of your LORD'S benefits will ye ungratefully deny?) In each of them shall be two fountains flowing. Which, therefore, of your LORD'S benefits will ye ungratefully deny? In each of them shall there be of every fruit two kinds. Which, therefore
LED "THE RENDING IN SU
d shall turn unto his family with joy: but he who shall have his book given him behind his back shall invoke destruction to fall upon him, and he shall be sent into hell to be burned; because he rejoiced insolently amidst his family on earth. Verily he thought he should never return unto God: yea verily, but his LORD beheld him. Wherefore I swear by the redness of the sky after sunset, and by the night, and the animals which it driveth together, and by the moon when she
YER OF
-Hariri of Basra: Transl
se thee
cuity of language t
quence thou hast
prai
y which thou
which thou has
ay thee t
xpressions and fri
y Thee to
capacity and the dis
hee to exempt us
he admirer or conniv
hee to exempt u
e detractor or aspe
sk thy f
ties betray us i
k thy fo
dvance to the verg
thee free
uccor to lea
urning in uni
ge adorned w
pported by c
hat may exclud
purpose that may
reby we may atta
s by thy guidance un
thy help to express
uard us from er
om folly even
fe from the censure
he fatal effects
sort to any im
sition that woul
by any ill conse
ed to apology fo
ll for us th
ssession of this
s not from th
become the prey
to thee the h
bmission to thee, and
le supplication an
vast grace and co
OF HARETH
-Hariri of Barra: Transl
spect displayed bo
as like a magic
n evening conve
ad been nourished on
of conversatio
ess still prev
d at length disap
of night had thus
ut slumber re
or the low call of a
the knock of one
Who comes here thi
tranger r
who here ar
o be kept
hief ne'er
your breast
ismal nigh
etch to see
eveled hoa
st are spri
destitute
amed on hi
rm became t
eek thus d
faint as sle
here for
e meal an
irst of al
n to food a
rthy both
ve content
d your frie
he sweetness of his
rring what this
he door, and receiv
nt, "Hie! Hie! Brin
d, "By Him who broug
your hospitality, un
permit me to be an
lves necessity of ea
if he had been info
the same bow as
him by acceding
d him for his accom
vant had produce
as lighted up in
tentively, and lo
ssed my companion
of the guest who h
moon of the h
on of poetr
on of the eclipse
of eloquence h
joy infused i
ay from the corne
he slumber which th
the pleasantry which
ained intent on th
sired the removal of
tain us with one of t
t of one of thy w
ult of long journeys b
a state of hun
t as the heart of
dark night had se
et, to seek a lodgin
n on by the insti
tly called 'the par
of a house and impro
his abode, all
ive in plenty'
aid to one by
ighted, desti
d entrails on
asted food two
nds not where t
night her weary
nxious hope a
like a spring
s; a friend who
time thy staff
to me a boy in a sho
hospitable ri
and best, those
friendly conv
for those who
What can I do wit
s himself thus u
e, boy? for thy int
me is Zeid, and I
ah (who is such as
one of the nobles of
ealthily, and there
e distinct signs t
rred me from discov
wished to take his s
If only my purse
or me to undertake
dertook to contrib
urned thanks for
ely lavish in his
s expression of gr
had collected the
the deceiver look
ily, and then ind
who, d
e, hast
to be tru
ne'er had
ud und
l my meani
ss that
aid that
born were Bar
le is m
eption
are my gain
hemes I
cunning
ced the like
mai no
nders
at my wiles h
these I
don my
une at once
rdon th
ept my
let my guil
ve of me, and we
art the embers o
BIN ABD AL-AZI
ichard Burton, in 'Supplemental Nights to
on for them to the presence; so 'Adi answered, "'Tis well," and going in to Omar, said to him, "The poets are at thy door, and have been there days and days; yet hast thou not given them leave to enter, albeit their sayings abide, and their arrows from the mark never fly wide." Quoth Omar, "What have I to do with the poets?" And quoth 'Adi, "O Commander of the Faithful, the Prophet (Abha
thou best of
which brought to
righteous road
darkest wrong had
didst light th
proof live coal
ophet, my Mo
ard upon his
aight the path
s foul growth o'
hou in Joy
glory ever
y on the Prophet (Abhak!) is well known,
r ibn Rabí'ah, the Korashi;" whereupon the Caliph cried, "May Allah show him no fav
y-bed [the grave]
e better than H
her in this world; so that he might, after, repent and return to righteous de
s at the door." And quoth Omar, "'Tis h
conjoint we liv
t me a grave wi
nger deign to
her head is l
" And quoth 'Adi, "Kutthayir 'Azzah": whereupon Omar cr
aith and creed
ains of Hell i
ear what I fro
stration, fearf
d Omar, "Allah Almighty put him away, and estrange him from His mercy! Is it not he w
ge betwixt m
s with her--
d Omar said, "Tis he who glories in wickedness.... He shall not come in to me! Who is at the door other than he?
'er fasted in
in public at
fair, save in
ah's plain in
raying, like
rds!" at the dawn
t the door other than he?" Said 'Adi, "Jarir Ibn
ing glances, had
lope, and ringle
e eyes, by night
ce! No time for vis
it Jarir." So 'Adi went forth and a
sent Mohamm
essor of Is
s justice all m
ad and stablis
I look to
ver transient
h before thine eyes, and say naught save th
loose the hair, i
there abides, feebl
who wast to them i
fledglings were, sans
broke the clouds their
grace to gain a rain
oreover, he gifted Jarir with the ornaments of his sword; and Jarir went forth to the other poets, who asked him, "What is behind the
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86-
ARD S.
école Polytechnique in Paris after a brilliant examination, and held the first places throughout the course. In 1806 he was sent to Valencia in Spain, and to the neighbori
as witness to the trial and punishment of a pretended sorceress,--and this, as he says, in one of the principal towns of Spain, the seat of a celebrated university. Yet the worst criminals lived unmolested in the cathedrals, for the "right of asylum" was still in force. His geodetic observations were mysteries to the inhabitants, and his signals on the mountain top were believed to be part of the work of a French spy. Just at this time hostilities broke out between France and Spain, and the astronomer was obliged to flee disguised as a Majorcan peasant, carrying his pr
they stole away from the coast of Spain in a small boat with three sailors, and arrived at Algiers on the 3d of August. Here the French consul procured them two false passp
ive members of the family superseded by the Bakri as kings of the Jews; two Maroccan ostrich-feather merchants; Captain Krog f
of all, a former Spanish servant of Arago's--Pablo--was a sailor in the corsair's crew! At Rosas the pr
are
traveling
ence do y
here you certainly
rom what
ficer's hands, and I had entirely forgotten whether I was from Schwekat or from Leoben. Finally
the officer: 'you're a Spaniard, and a Spaniard fr
e gift of languages. I readily learn the dialects of the various countr
r word. Here is a soldier who
will even sing
mitated bleatings of the goat. I began at once, with an audacity which even n
ciada
zo boui
è bè
gaiva
vos ag
è bè
d to the officer that if he would bring to me a person who could speak French, he would find the same embarrassment in this case also. An emigré of the Bourbon r
: they prove nothing. I requi
answer which will satisfy you. I am
man: you are
change my answers till I found one to suit
h had listened to the interrogato
old servant Pablo. To supply his immediate wants he sold his watch; and by a series of misadventur
harbor of Bougie, an African port a hundred miles east of Algiers. Thence they made the perilous journey by land to their place
ty-three years) he was elected a member of the section of Astronomy of the Academy of Sciences, and from this time forth he led the peaceful life of a savant. He was the Director of the Paris Observatory for many
been published under the title 'Biographies of Distinguished Men,' and can be found in the larger libraries. The collected works contain biographies also of Ampère, Condoreet, Volta, Monge, Porson, Gay-Lussac, besides shorter sketches. They are masterpieces of style and of clear scientific exposition, and full of generous appreciation of others' work. They present in a lucid and popular form the achievements of scientific men whose works have
e, to publish a new and authoritative edition of the great astronomer's works. The translation is mainly that of the 'Biographies of Distinguished Men' cite
. Two of his brothers, Jacques and étienne, were dramatic authors of note. Another, Jean, was a distinguished general in the se
PL
onging to the class of small farmers, on the 28th of March, 1749; he died on the 5th of March, 1827. The first and second volumes of the 'Mécanique Céleste' [Mechanism of the Heavens] were published in 1799; the third volume appeared in 1802, the fourth in 1805;
d the attention of governments and peoples. The greatest captains, statesmen, philosophers, and orators of Greece and Rome found it a subject of delight. Yet astronomy worthy of the name is a modern science: it dates from the sixteenth century only. Three great, three brilliant phases have marked its progress. In 1543 the bold and firm hand of Copernicus
d pertinacity which the most tedious calculations could not tire,--Kepler conjectured that celestial movements must be connected with each other by simple laws; or, to use his own expression, by harmonic laws. These laws he undertook to discover. A thousand fruitless attempts--the errors of calculation inseparable from a colossal undertaking--did not hinder his resolute advance toward the goal his imagination descried. Twenty-two years he devoted to it, and
l areas in equal times; the third, that the squares of the times of revolution of the planets about the sun are proportional to the cubes of their mean distances from that body. The first two laws were discovered by Kepler in the course of a laborious examin
epler's discoveries had been announced. Traces of these great problems may be clearly perceived here and there among ancient and modern writers, from Lucretius and Plutarch down to Kepler, Bouillaud, and Borelli. It is to Newton, however, that we must award the merit of their solution. This great man, like several of his predecessors, imagined the celestial bodies to
lanets were not only attracted by the sun, but that they also attracted each other, he introduced into the heavens a cause of universal perturbation. Astronomers then saw at a glance that in no part of the universe would the Keplerian laws suffice for the exact representation of the phenomena of motion; that the simple regular movements with which the imaginations of the ancients were pleased to endow the heavenly bodies must experience numerous, considerable, perpetually changing perturbations. To discover a few of these perturbations, and to assign their n
inaccessible, and pointed out phenomena hitherto undetected. Finally--and it is this which constitutes their imperishable glory--they brought under the domain of a single principle, a single law, everythin
f the planets and satellites of our system, even the great Newton did not venture to investigate the general nature of their effects. In the midst of the labyrinth formed by increments and diminutions of velocity, variations in the forms of orbits, changes in distances and inclinations, which these forces must evidently produce, the most learned geometer would fail to discover a trustworthy guide. Forces so numerous, so variable in direction, so different in intensity, seemed to be incapable of
, the planes of their orbits undergo displacements by which their intersections with the plane of the terrestrial orbit are each year directed toward different stars. But in the midst of this apparant chaos, there is one element which remains constant, or is merely subject to small and periodic changes; namely, the major axis of each orbit, and consequently the time of revolution of each planet. This is the elem
ot other forces, combined with the attraction of gravitation, produce gradually increasing perturbations such as Newton and Euler feared? Known facts seemed to justify the apprehension. A comparison of ancient with modern observations revealed a continual acceleration in the mean motions of the moon and of Jupiter, and an equally striking diminution of the mean motion of Saturn. These variations led to a very important conclusion. In accordance with their presumed cause, to say that the velocity of a body increased from century to century was equivalent to asserting that the body continually approached the centre of motion; on the other hand, when the
planetary system. The Academy of Sciences called the attention of geometers of all countries to these menacing perturbations. Euler and Lagrange descended into the arena. Never did their mathematical genius shine with a brighter lustre. Still the question remained undecided, when from two obscure corners of the theories of analysis, Laplace, the author of the 'Mécanique Céleste,' brought the laws of these great phenomena clearly to light. The variations in
ely very small. In such a case, the slightest errors in the direction of visual lines exercise an enormous influence upon the results. In the beginning of the last century, Halley had remarked that certain interpositions of Venus between the earth and the sun--or to use the common term, the transits of the planet across the sun's disk--would furnish at each observing station an indirect means of fixing the position of the visual ray much superior in accuracy to the most perfect direct measures. Such was the object of the many scientific expeditions undertaken in 1761 and 1769, years in which the transits of Venus occurred. A comparison of obs
vation assigns the numerical value of these perturbations; theory, on the other hand, unfolds the general mathematical relation which connects them with the solar distance and with other known elements. The determination of the mean radius of the terrestrial orbit--of the distance of the sun--then becomes one of the most simple operations of algebra. Such
of the spheroidal figure of the earth. Such was the idea as it originally occurred to Laplace. By means of a minutely careful investigation, he discovered in its motion two well-defined perturbations, each depending on the spheroidal figure of the earth. When these were submitted to calculation, each led to the same value of the ellipticity. It must be recollected that the ellipticity thus derived from the motions of the moon is not the one corresponding to such or such a country, to the ellipticity observed in France, in England, in Italy, in Lapland, in North America, in India, or in the
he principle of universal gravitation; on the other, certain irregularities observed in the returns of the moon to the meridian. An observing geometer, who from his infancy had never quitted his study, and who had never viewed the heavens except through a narrow aperture directed north and south,--to whom nothing had ever been revealed respecting the bodies revolv
cable ardor, Laplace solved the celebrated problem of the longitude with a precision even greater than the utmost needs of the art of navigation demanded. The ship, the sport of the winds and tempests, no longer fears to lose its way in the
d powerful telescopes, which could not be employed on a tossing ship. Even the expectations of the serviceability of Galileo's methods for land calculations proved premature. The movements of the satellites of Jupiter are far less simple than the immortal Italian supposed them to be. The labors of three more generations of astronomers a
oneous idea of its structure. At the present day every one knows that Saturn consists of a globe about nine hundred times greater than the earth, and of a ring. This ring does not touch the ball of the planet, being everywhere removed from it to a distance of twenty thousand (English) miles. Observation indicates the breadth of the ring to be fifty-four thousand miles. The thickness certainly does not exceed two hundred and fifty miles. With the exception of a black streak which divides the ring throughout its whole contour into two parts of unequal breadth and of different brightness, this strange colossal bridge without foundations had never offered to the most experienced or skillful observers either spot or protuberance adapted for deciding whether it was immovable or endowed with a motion of rotation. Laplace considered it to be very improbable, if the ring was stationary, that its constituent parts should be capable of resisting by mere cohesion the continua
ow venture to predict in detail the time and height of the tides several years in advance. Between the phenomena of the ebb and flow, and the attractive forces of the sun and moon upon the fluid sheet which covers three fourths of the globe, an intimate and necessary connection exists; a connection from which Laplace deduced the value of the mass of our satellite the moon. Yet so late as the year 1631
has established its equilibrium, but upon the express condition (which, however, has been amply proved to exist) that the mean density of the fluid mass is less than the mean density of the earth. Everything else remaining the same, if w
racts in dimensions must inevitably turn upon its axis with greater and greater rapidity. The length of the day has been determined in all ages by the time of the earth's rotation; if the earth is cooling, the length of the day must be continually shortening. Now, there exists a means of ascertaining whether the length of the day has undergone any variation; this consists in examining, for each century, the arc of the celestial sphere described by the moon during the interval of time which the astronomers of the existing epoch call a day; in other words, the time required by the earth to effect a complete rotation on its axis, the velocity of the moon being in fact independent of the time of the earth's rotation. Let us now, following Laplace, take from the standard tables the smallest values, if you choose, of the expansions or contractions which solid bodies experience from changes of temperature; let us search the annal
ast, and in planes only slightly inclined to each other. The satellites revolve around their respective primaries in the same direction. Both planets and satellites, having a rotary motion, turn also upon their axes from west to east. Finally, the rotation of
s of so many bodies differing as they do in magnitude, in form, and in their distances from the centre of attraction. He imagined that he had discovered such a physical cause by making this triple supposition: a comet fell obliquely upon the sun; it pushed before it a torrent of fluid matter; th
condensation, and in consequence to rotate with greater and greater rapidity. If the nebulous matter extended originally in the plane of its equator, as far as the limit where the centrifugal force exactly counterbalanced the attraction of the nucleus, the molecules situate at this limit ought, during the process of condensation, to separate from the rest of the atmospheric matter an
, broke in its turn into several masses, which were obviously endowed with a movement of rotation coinciding in direction with the common movement of revolution, and which, in consequence of their fluidity, assumed
increasing in magnitude and mass, and an atmosphere offering, at its successive limits, phenomena entirely similar to those which the so
a series of distinct spheroidal planets, situate at considerable distances from one another, all revolving around the central sun, in the direction of the original movement of the nebula; how these planets ought also to have movements of rotati
the 'Mécanique Céleste.' The 'Système du Monde' and the 'Th
ant of mathematics may obtain competent knowledge of the methods to which physical astronomy owes its astonishing progress. Written with a noble simplicity of style, an exquisite exactness of expression, and a scrupulous accuracy, it is universally conceded to stand among the noblest monuments of French literature..
g the best form for statistical tables of population and mortality, teaches us to deduce from those numbers, so often misinterpreted, the most precise and useful conclusions. This it is which alone regulates with equity insurance premiums, pension funds, annuities, discounts, etc.
uthority of a thousand is not worth the humble reasoning of a single individual." Two centuries have passed over these words of Galileo without lessening their valu
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67-
s. Many of these have been published in the collections of Swift, Gay, Pope, and others, and cannot be identified. The task of verifying t
to leave Scotland; and John, after finishing his university course at Aberdeen, and taking his medical degree at St. Andrews, went to London and taught mathematics. He soon attracted attention by a keen and satirical 'Examination of Dr. Woodward's Account of the Deluge,' published in 1697. By a fortunate cha
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, hard-drinking, blunt-spoken, rather stupid and decidedly gullible, but honest and straightforward character one of the stock types of the world. The book appeared as four separate pamphlets: the first being entitled 'Law is a Bottomless Pit, Exemplified in the Case of Lord Strutt, John Bull, Nicholas Frog, and Lewis Baboon, Who Spent All They Had in a Law Suit'; the second, 'John Bull in His Senses'; the third, 'John Bull Still i
nts; and I put the journals of all transactions into a strong box to be opened at a fitting occasion, after the manner of the historiographers of some Eastern monarchs.... And now, that posterity may not be ignorant in what age so excellent a history was written (which would otherwise, no doubt, be the subject of its inquiries), I think it proper to inform the learned of future times that i
e South," the King of Spain; "Humphrey Hocus," the Duke of Marlborough; and "Sir Roger Bold," the Earl of Oxford. The lawsuit was the War of the Spanish Succession; John Bull's first wife was the lat
-resistant Jacobitism of the Nonjurors, which it is so hard for us now to distinguish from abject slavishness; though like the principles of the casuists, one must not confound theory with practice. It seems the loyalty of a mujik or a Fiji dressed in cultivated modern clothes, not that of a conceivable cultivated modern community as a whole; but it would be very Philistine to pour wholesale contempt on a creed held by so many large minds and souls. It was of course produced by the experience of what the reverse tenets had brought on,--a long civil war, years of military despotism, and immense social and moral disorganization. In 'John Bull
every art and science, but injudiciously in each." The chronicle of this club was found in 'The Memoirs of the Extraordinary Life, Works, and Discoveries of Martinus Scriblerus,' which is thought to have been written entirely by Arbuthnot, and which describes the education of a learned pedant's son. Its humor may be appreciated
And to say the truth, Pope, who first thought of the Hint, has no Genius at all to it, in my mind; Gay is too young; Parnell has some ide
en the universal dictum; and Pope honored him by publishing a dialogue in the 'Prologue to the Satires,' known first a
friends, and all of them were indebted to him for kindnesses freely rendered. He was on terms of intimacy with Bolingbroke and Oxford, Chesterfield, Peterborough, and Pulteney; and among the ladies with whom he mixed were Lady Mary Wortley Montagu, Lady Betty Germain, Mrs. Howard, Lady Masham, and Mrs. Martha Blount. He was, too, the trus
of Lord Chesterfi
tes of his scattered papers of hints, which would have furnished good matter for folios. Not being in the least jealous of his fame as an author, he would neither take the time nor the trouble of separating the best from the worst; he worked out the whole mine, which afterward, in the hands of skillful refiners, produced
er, think much of the 'Scriblerus' papers, and said they were forgotten because "no man would be the wiser, better, or merrier for remembering them"; which is hard measure for the wit and divertingness of some of the travesties. Cowper, reviewing Johnson'
apacity, Dr. Arbuthnot saw his life flow smoothly to its close. He died in London on February 27th, 1735, at the age
S OF JOHN BULL, NI
tory of John
ly if they pretended to govern him. If you flattered him, you might lead him like a child. John's temper depended very much upon the air; his spirits rose and fell with the weather-glass. John was quick and understood his business very well; but no man alive was more careless in looking into his accounts, or more cheated by partner
o save his pocket, never lost a farthing by careless servants or bad debtors. He did not care much for any sort of diversion, except tricks of High Ge
on. He kept always good clerks, he loved money, was smooth-tongued, gave good words, and seldom lost his temper. He was not worse than an infidel, for he provided plentifully
N AND HIS SISTER PEG, AND WHAT R
tory of John
o hire them out at journey-work to her neighbors. Yet in these, her poor circumstances, she still preserved the air and mien of a gentlewoman--a certain decent pride that extorted respect from the haughtiest of her neighbors. When she came in to any full assembly, she would not yield the pas to the best of them. If one asked her, "Are you not related to John Bull?" "Yes," says she, "he has the honor to be my brother." So Peg's affairs went till all the relations cried out shame upon John for his barbarou
ke a thorough settlement without her consent. There was indeed a malicious story went about, as if John's last wife had fallen in love with Jack as he was eating custard on horseback; that she persuaded John to take his sister into the house the better to
up and down drinking, roaring, and quarreling, through all the country markets, making foolish bargains in his cups, which he repents when he is sober; like a thriftless wretch, spending the goods and gear that his forefathers won with the sweat of their brows; light come, light go; he cares not a farthing. But why should I stand surety for his contracts? The little I have is free, and I can call it my own--hame's hame, let it be never so hamely. I ken well enough, he could never abide me, and when he has his ends he'll e'en use me as he did before. I'm sure I shall be treat
d, and Peg taken into the house upon certain articles [the Act of Toleration is referred to]; one of which was that she might have the freedom of Jack's conversation, and mi
ENTS OF MART
s of Martinu
ree-shows, where he was brought acquainted with all the princes of Europe. In short, the old gentleman so contrived it to make everything contribute to the improvement of his knowledge, even to his very dress. He invented for him a geographical suit of clothes, which might give him some hints of that science, and likewise some knowledge of the commerce of different nations. He had a French hat with an African feather, Holland shirts, Flanders lace, English clothes lined with Indian silk, his gloves were Italian, and his shoes were Spanish: he was made to observe thi
s. But in the midst of all these improvements a stop was put to his learning the alphabet, nor would he let him proceed to the letter D, till he could truly and distinctly pronounce C in the ancient mann
cording to Homer. But what most conduced to his easy attainment of this language was his love of gingerbread: which his father observing, caused to be stamped with the letters of the Greek alphabet; and the child the very first day eat as far as Iota. By his particular application
t this time he composed (in imitation of it) 'A Thousand and One Arabian Tales,' and also the 'Persian Tales,' which have been since translated into several languages, and
ONAUTIC
lias. Pelias was the usurper of his nephew's throne; and for Jason, on his coming to man's estate, he devised the perilous adventure of fetching the golden fleece of the Speaking Ram which many years before had carried Phrixus to ?a, or Colchis. Fifty of the most distinguished Grecian heroes came to Jas
ked. Cyzicus himself fell by the hand of Jason. They next touched at the country of the Bebrycians, where the hero Pollux overcame the king in a boxing-match and bound him to a tree; and thence to Salmydessus, to consult the soothsayer Phineus. In gratitude for their freeing him from the Harpies, who, as often as his table was set, descended out of the clouds upon his food and defiled it, the prophet directed them safe to Colchis. The heroes rowing with might, th
eeth. Here the heavenly powers came to the hero's aid, and Hera and Athena prayed Aphrodite to send the shaft of Cupid upon Medea, the youthful daughter of the king. Thus it came about that Medea conceived a great passion for the young hero, and with the magic which she knew she made for him a salve.
er father followed in pursuit, in the madness of her love for Jason she slew her brother whom she had with her, and strewed the fragments of his body upon the wave. The king stopped to recover them and give them burial, and thus the Argonauts escaped. But the anger of the gods at this horrible murde
ion is indissoluble by any analysis yet found. The theme has touched the imagination of poets from the time of Apollonius Rhodius, who wrote the 'Argonautica' and went to Alexandria B.C. 194 to take care of the great library there, to William Morris, who published his 'Life and Death of Jason' in 1867. Mr. Mo
TORY OF
ife and Dea
Si
seafarer
all your il
pon the la
e brought t
fashion o
d waste, fair
nd kings from
ince hither y
n this bea
heads the s
ehold a gl
all ye be k
ph
more, a l
of the Go
labor wit
each the la
chance faint
of this o
em down unt
cross the
e longed-for
a god could
ang your he
o slower an
Si
hanced to re
desires we
troubles h
n victory
t now, when
th us a l
e washing
ll be your w
l smile to
troublous ch
ling bitt
time brings
ph
me murmur i
t we have do
ends our car
t fear on us
Si
ill ye stop
esire to
live 'mid ca
st fear make
ph
May-time no
against t
singing in
heads the May
Si
come, and it
igh make you
with swift
e satiate
ph
uly bring f
th green tr
me damsel's
e shadows ch
Si
ight July
fear and f
of every l
urely sha
ph
n August co
he golden
eapers thou
ll think the
Si
on thy short
ne heart f
d toil, and
of those d
ph
u climb the
ctober a
purple eart
t to the ma
Si
beginnest
remembrance
e shining cu
helpless
ph
eless shal
ld night an
nd tale and
as merry
Si
o-night, to
ars o'erflow
ll all these
-morrow com
ph
e world is
e fair love,
t 'twixt the
sh love-beg
the world i
t year befor
art think of
self with
Si
he world i
ng love un
sires fond
ays from ti
e world is
day is so
unmoved by
straight hou
ceased awhile
rgo fell off
the water sh
land a fitful
with the many
swell it out and
st side of the
waves again
Si
pleasure sh
mid days of
d sinking he
rselves that
eath ever c
er of a pe
ess land wh
by the cha
ph
fair town n
of the wa
talked-of thi
how the king
d hands, a
f a desper
r surely th
narrow st
Si
souls and
aw nigh to
we are fa
we shall b
ur hearts woul
n the earth-
nd such l
ewith your e
ers of t
rs over la
ph
lightning 't
d snow upo
aps of threa
looks up
he doomed vic
deadly sle
with them,
threescore
r, suffer
green earth
Si
bold with
as happy dre
once heavy
r palace
s 'neath th
'erhead a
h the woods o
ns fairer t
of the Ph
ehold; and
ea-born fruit
s and unchan
May-time kno
lared house b
ye shall n
floors of p
feet as our
e glimmering
s garlande
o fair, sha
forget the
earth and
ph
t valley of
the summer str
shadow, an
morn to e
ack ivy cree
-armed, red-t
tering the
o'er her thi
hollow o
g song the
e stream, a
the happy sh
irst of su
, on the d
n woolen ra
limbs and sw
e calm green
about the sw
and would
ere landed f
Si
rise with y
e shimmering
there our ch
hrough the m
t sit upon
on the trou
hind, where
y brought cha
hite arms abo
ing somewha
oiced erewh
hile old st
od, float rou
r eyes with
e sing unto
sing, with
about these
neath the g
ell-sailor o
ong, from se
an echoi
t love the
ph
e-covered hi
one, have
clad maide
ng rose-trel
querulous pip
ray shadow
ning at the
y or pale
e those who 't
swift of
ey are some
rough brown
ross their
off their d
stars, the m
wan, the d
ir bodies f
once, for m
world grew
he bitter s
those that
dens and su
ced, half-re
r glorious e
s eager hea
at I were wi
oon is gath
from the ho
ws gleam;
us o'er a
Si
land where n
is rash o
ise there
rom wild l
r birth and d
sire of un
u there, no
ch never dr
lovely lan
member wh
will, forg
he kingdom
hardened t
for vain fa
t peace fo
fulfilled of
nwavering G
time can t
after your
rgotten, ye
e counted
h us, alo
h us, dwe
trembling
ph
weary of t
change thi
and dull h
ndeed to g
to die, and
f ye ne'er
r memory fre
thought of
thrilling pl
dream!
all happ
e thought
bones the s
dead, how
sh joys that
n fount of j
ung and glo
ss, shall I
the flower-s
e gentle ra
working sno
birds, the w
t maketh bl
our toil a
ous and co
Si
e go, and
from us,
threescore
an unnam
he wretche
upon your
nt heaviness
think you o
r, grown old,
sing acro
ome back, co
, O fearf
ph
gain, ah,
w plunges thr
l all your t
forget,
ICO A
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OSCA
oiardo before him and Tasso after him, he lived and wrote; and it was to the family of Este that he dedicated that poem in which are seen, as in a mirror, the gay life, the intellectual brilliancy, and the sensuous love for beauty which mark the age. At seventeen he began the study of the law, which he soon ab
comedies are much better than the early ones, which are but little more than translations from Plautus and Terence. In general, however, the efforts of Ariosto in this direction are far less important than the 'Orlando' or the 'Satires.' At the first appearance of his plays they were enormous
not born to be a statesman, nor a courtier, nor a man of affairs; and his life as ambassador of Cardinal Ippolito, and as captain of Garafagno, was not at all to his liking. His one longing through all the busy years of his life was for a quiet home, where he could live in liberty and enjoy the comforts of cultured leisure. A love of independence was a marked trait of his character, and it m
ake the form of little dissertations, introduced at the beginning of a canto, or scattered through the body of the poem. These reflections are f
al Ippolito, every one was reading the 'Orlando Innamorato,' and the young poet soon fell under the charm of these stories; so that when the inward impulse which all great poets feel toward the work of creation came to him, he took the material already at hand and continued the story of 'Orlando.' With a certain skill and inventiveness, Boiardo had mingled together the epic cycles of Arthur and Char
nation we find that this confusion is only apparent. The poet himself is never confused, but with sure hand he manipulates the many-colored threads which are wrought into the fabric of the poem. The war between the Saracens and the Christians is a sort of background or stage; a rallying point for the characters. In reality it attracts but slightly our attention or interest. Again, Orla
osophical reformer, that he appears to mankind, but as the supreme artist. Ariosto represents in its highest development that love for form, that perfection of style, which is characteristic of the
e of thought, the interest never flags. What seems the arbitrary breaking off of a story before its close is really the art of the poet; for he knows, were each episode to be told by itself, we should have only a string of novelle, and not the picture he des
ideals of chivalry, nor did the poet himself; hence there is an air of unreality about the poem. The figures that pass before us, although they have certain characteristics of their own, are not real beings, but those that dwell in a land of fancy. As the poet tells these stories of a bygone age, a smile of iron
y pity or terror. No lofty principles are inculcated. Even the pathetic scenes, such as the death of Zerbino
charm about the 'Orlando,' and he who sits down to read it with serious purpose will soon find himself under the spell of an attraction which comes from unflagging interest and from perfection of style a
s, and retouched from beginning to end. He died not long afterward, in 1533, and was bur
IP OF MEDORO
Furioso,' Ca
ong the Payn
bscure in Pt
story, an
ove, is worth
oridane were
rtune pleased t
dinello wi
im to France ha
me and strong
life a follow
e, suffused wit
n youth, a pl
at emprize, 'mi
airer or more
ad of gold, and
angel lighted
posted on a r
rd the encampmen
equal interv
on heaven wit
, the stripling
oose, but of h
Dardinel;
nored on the
o his mate, cri
l thee what
, my lord u
worthy food fo
still to me h
in his hon
mine, for fav
make a feebl
not lack sepu
seek him out a
may will that
camp lies hushed
eath be writt
he deed be ab
ortune foil
h Fame, my loving
oridane a chi
h love, and suc
ake the youth hi
assing dear: b
steadfast purpo
comforted n
sposed to me
e his master
t would bend him,
o," was Clori
rious act myse
famous deat
ing is left m
thee, Medoro
rms is better,
of grief, should
ved, disposing
elief, depart t
d palisade, an
, who watch wi
little fear th
ires extinguis
s and arms th
immersed in s
ridano stopt
lost are op
whom my master'
ht not I to
t any one th
re about, with
y, amid the h
to make thee
d his talk cut
earned Alpheus
r before sought
, magic, an
now in art foun
und that it
n that he his
on the bosom
Saracen wi
weasand with t
he near that
wretches time
n his story
f their names
oncalier nex
ly sleeps betw
idious blade, t
round King Cha
arlike palad
ide that each
me the Paynims
swords, the impi
ssible, in s
ght on one who d
ight escape well
ves they think
at he deems t
owing him) w
eld, 'mid bow a
spear, in pool
r, the king and
n the rider a
endor glistened
owned Almontes'
ro mourned hi
d the quarterin
athed in many
l from either
and moan, that
s melancholy
ce supprest--n
y one the noi
his life tak
d burden he wou
ing heard shoul
se which has br
ing upon their s
themselves di
eps, they hastene
rished burden
ching was the
ven the stars, fr
ino, he whose
e of need by sle
ors all night,
o the camp a
m some horseme
ar the two c
some spoil or
ne, toward th
es us," cried y
the load we
lish thought (mi
ving men, to s
burden, ween
same by it, u
oy, who loved h
to the weight
rying with al
lose behind h
now his dange
hs, instead of
ath, amid the
f, pursued the
hemes were mar
ight upon his s
new not, and m
f again in she
ant was his mat
ade with lighter
loridane adv
boy no longer
arked the abs
f his heart wa
I so negligen
far beside my
o, should with
I deserted t
n the wood h
the maze wit
ence he lately
, of death ret
ead of steeds th
hreat of foema
o by his voi
oot, 'mid many
emen who the y
and bids his
like a top the
as he can: a
beech, ash, he
rished load his
ngth, the burd
, and stalked
cky cavern t
e warfare Alpi
ngs about he
ingled sound of
claws, and blood
ate and wrath t
r, and bids fro
fspring watch,
o to aid him
oro willingl
ot for death th
than one shoul
sharpest arr
ects it with
eapon bores a S
warrior dead
l the others
hence was shot th
unched another
e might by th
made of this
stioned who ha
d--transfixed th
estion short i
ain of those
eous sight his
at he springs
ou of this shal
in his locks
drags him to
s that beauteo
the boy, and
pling turns, wi
, sir knight," e
assing crue
th my honored
ace I suppl
ove of life, b
nger, space of
e to give my
ds must feed th
eon, let their
mbs; so that
ose of good Al
s suit, with g
move a mounta
s mood, to ki
d pity he al
churlish horse
erence for his
lifting, wou
ppliant in his
the cruel a
red, the rather
the blow the
as he was
their chief, wh
wood, inspired
ft the one and
scarce alive,
ghty space lay
ife-blood from
erished, but th
it chanced, w
VING O
ndo Furios
ived a damsel
mean and rusti
ence and of b
nners, sagel
ft unsung so
hardly recog
her (if kno
ghter of Cata
when she h
ello had from
bborn pride and
orn this ample w
d as cheap eac
the best by
she to remem
lando or Ki
ery other de
aldo she had
ok so low she
ce dishonored) g
this, such arr
damsel's pride
edoro lay he
, with bow and
elica the str
eath in that d
g, that there u
for his own
w pity in he
its entry in
aughty heart, onc
he his piteous
back to me
nd had learn
ars such studi
ise and fame
rloom, sires t
id of books,
f to work with
should healthi
an herb had c
ither, on a p
r dittany or
aught with vir
od forth-wellin
h perilous and
ar, and having
seek Medoro
he upon a sw
eback passing t
e lowing herd,
sing for two
er conducted,
uth was ebbing
ground about
wasted with th
ights upon
ustic comrade
ixt two stones t
and the healin
he foment the s
e hips, his wa
virtue was th
ife-blood, and hi
infused suc
unt the horse th
ro would not
th had seen hi
monarch, buri
owed whither p
tay with him
rteous shepherd
damsel quit
d the youth) ti
t she felt, wh
ched and bleedin
mien and mann
e her heart wit
de her heart,
by little warm
elt between two
in, in the gr
hildren; in sho
shed had build
isly wound the
ealed by the
iefer space,
oro's, suffere
her love known. They solemnize their marriage,
res, where, with
ubbling fountain
k, if yielding
traight at work
hout, in thous
ny places gr
Angelica
phers quaint
ed they had pro
ow, the dams
o revisit
crown Medoro'
her wrist a
ems, in witne
er by Count
damsel for lon
to the palad
stly is and wr
elica so mu
re esteemed w
uffered, in th
y what privi
o the whale ex
ospitable r
sessing wher
couple's ho
in their cabi
lodged, with s
om her arm th
m keep it fo
e, the lovers
fertile France f
NESS OF
ndo Furios
thless woods, wh
charger had p
two days, with
ithout tiding
ed a rill of
nk of which
ith native hues
er with fair
ervor made th
d as well as
ndo well ben
ince, opprest wit
r repose the
the abode of
ojourn more ac
y day, than to
und, he there
ved, upon th
e writing
on as he had m
ce of those de
times, atten
hepherd's cot h
lady, sovere
nots, amid the
s, their ciphered
etters are s
n his bleeding h
redit in a th
credits in h
rce persuade hi
ica than hi
w these charac
ave so many r
this Medoro
igured in the
ch like phant
th, did sad
hope, though
elf-illusions
d aye rekindle
nch the ill su
tious bird, by
or lime; which
angled pinion
is but more se
s thither, wh
se of arch the c
orse the sorrow
trance of the
s, which seemed
young Medoro's
pleasure he h
he in verses
gue, I deem, mig
se; and such in
en herbage, rill
th cool shade, t
any wooed with
gelica, the
n, within my
enient harbo
oro, can bu
, forever sin
ving lord d
cavalier, a
fortune hithe
ative,--to th
ock, and grass, a
e to you the
ay the choir of
n his flock may
s writ the b
ndo like the
n many langua
ech; which ofte
d shame had s
roved the S
oast not of i
by the presen
four, and six, th
that wretch p
er sense than
he thing more
le, within his
hand his hear
yes close faste
od, not differin
lost all feel
to that o'er
, believe the
ks, which does
from his foreh
allen upon his
grief-barred ea
ears, or utter
, the impetuou
o quickly issu
n, imprisone
arrow and whose
one turns up t
h, so hastes th
rait encounte
rks a passage,
himself retur
the thing mig
so he hoped, de
lady would wit
eight of jealo
reason, as sh
osoe'er the thi
ited passing
hope he sought
e deal his spi
faithful Brig
's retreat hi
arrior had pu
rom a roof he
dog and kine,
rd in quest o
it, and left
t attendant;
doffed the gold
ff, to clean,
mestead where t
nd was here su
, with other
ll of sorrow,
d the count h
one who spake
swain, who to
w his guest so t
h he was wont
ers--to each l
hich many l
t reserve, 'ga
lica's persu
m had carried
unded with an
e she healed t
exercised th
eart the lady
m small spark s
over, restle
he of mightiest
he East, nor o
issant love, had
sort of a poo
, to them in p
h, in reward
nded in tha
t parting,
ith, such dead
ouse, that swain
reak, or till t
goes before a
ndo takes his
pest greenwood
red that he i
to his grief in
ars, never fr
found he peace
town, in fore
pen air on h
t himself, ho
his eyes cou
s for so many
mes, amid his m
not what I s
s, is dead and
most ungratefu
sness inflicte
the flesh, I
ell, tormented,
n its shadow
all such as t
t the forest r
ak of daily lig
py fortune t
ription young
ngs inscribed
fury so, in h
atred, frenzy,
re, but bared hi
he writing; and
, in tiny fr
sapling and tha
and Angelic
t they to sheph
ll never furnis
ountain, late so
estous wrath w
rage, so fierc
d remained the w
tfulness, his
s, I trow, had w
is, nor bill,
Orlando's pe
ess gave high
pine uproot
ers, with a
l-wort-stem, o
otted oak, a
ountain ash, an
wler, ere he s
re the champai
h, and nettle s
sturdy trees a
ains, who hear
ocks beneath the
there, across
ther, all, th
ched such poin
this bound,
tory will
by my tediou
TOPH
448-
AUL
'Plutus,' was produced in 388, and there is no evidence that he long survived this date. Little is known of his life beyond the allusions, in the Parabases of the 'Acharnian
any one who deserved to be branded with infamy. This old political Comedy was succeeded in the calmer times that followed the Peloponnesian War by the so-called Middle Comedy (390-320) of Alexis, Antiphanes, Strattis, and some minor men; which insensibly passed into the New Comedy (320-250) of Menander and Philemon, known to us in the reproductions of Terence. And this new comedy, which portrayed types of private life instead of satirizing noted persons by name, and which, as Aristotle says, produced laughter by innuendo rather than by scurrility, was preferred to the "terrible graces" of her elder sister by the gentle and refined
TOPH
man; or the restoration of the eyesight of the proverbially blind god of Wealth. The attention of the audience is at once enlisted for the semblance of a plot by which the scheme is put into execution. The design once effected, the remainder of the play is given over to a series of loosely connected scenes, ascending to a climax of absurdity, in which the consequences of the original happy thought are followed out with a Swiftian verits remain. The impolitic representation in the latter of the Athenian allies as branded Babylonian slaves was th
lays are the
ysia with wife and child, soothing, by an eloquent plea pronounced in tattered tragic vestments borrowed from Euripides, the anger of the chorus of choleric Acharnian charcoal burners, exasperated at the repeated devastation of their deme by the Spartans. He then opens a market, to which a jolly Boeotian brings the long-lost, thrice-desired Copaic eel; while a starveling Megarian, to the huge delight of the Athenian groundlings, sells his little daughters, disguised as pig
ttery the rascally Paphlagonian steward, Cleon, and supplant him in the favor of their testy bean-fed old master, Demos (or People). At the close, Demos recovers his wits and his youth, and is revealed sitting enthroned in his glo
r and the ludicrous failure of his father, who at first matriculates in his stead, consents. He listens to the pleas of the just and unjust argument in behalf of the old and new education, and becomes himself such a proficient that he demonstrates, in flawless reasoning, that Euripides is a better poet than Aeschylus, and that a boy is justified in beating his father for affirming the contrary. Strepsiades thereupon, cured of his folly, undertakes a subtle investigation into the timbers of the roof of the Reflectory, with a view to smoking out the corrupters of
t of condemnation. The old man is inconsolable at the first escape of a victim from his clutches; but finally, renouncing his folly, takes lessons from his exquisite of a son in the manners and deportment of a fine gentleman. He then attends a dinner party, where he betters his instructions with comic exaggeration and returns home in high feather, singing tipsy catches and asshis farm, in parody of the Bellerophon of Euripides, ascends to heaven on a dung-beetle. He there hauls Peace from the bottom of the well into which she had been cast by Ares, an
uckoo-Burgh in the air between the gods and men, starve out the gods with a "Melian famine," and rule the world themselves. The gods, their supplies of incense cut off, are forced to treat, and Peisthet?rus receives in marriage Basileia (Sovereignty), the daughter of Zeus. The mise
tragedian, learning that the women in council assembled are debating on the punishment due to his misogyny, implores the effeminate poet Agathon to intercede for him. That failing, he dispatches his kinsman Mnesilochus, disguised with singed beard and woman's robes, a sight to shake the mi
honor rooted in dishonor stood." After many surprising adventures by the way, and in the outer precincts of the underworld, accompanied by his Sancho Panza, Xanthias, he arrives at the court of Pluto just in time to be chosen arbitrator of the great contest between Aeschylus and Euripides for the tragic throne in Hades. The comparisons and parodies of
sions of the schools before they found definite expression in Plato's 'Republic.' The ladies of Athens rise betimes, purloin their husbands' hats
rks the transition to the Middle Comedy, there being no parabasis, and little of the exuberant verve of the older pieces. The blind god
e thirty-two lost plays, of which a few not very interesting f
ipides in Professor Jebb's lectures on Greek poetry. The soberer view seems to be that while predominantly a comic artist, obeying the instincts of his genius, he did frequently make his comedy the vehicle of an earnest conservative polemic against the new spirit of the age in Literature, Philosophy, and Politics. He pursued Euripides with relentless ridicule because his dramati
in filing a contentious tongue on barren logomachies. That Socrates in fact discussed only ethical problems, and disclaimed all sympathy with speculations about things above our heads, made no difference: he was the best human embodiment of a hateful educational error. And similarly the assault upon Cleon, the "pun-pelleting
etched, and genuine touches of human nature lend verisimilitude to their most improbable actions. One or two traditional comic types appear for the first time, apparently, on his stage: the alternately cringing and familiar slave or valet of comedy, in his Xanthias and Karion; a
vivida vis animi can hardly be reproduced in a translation, and disappears altogether in an attempt at an abstract enumeration of the poet's inexhaustible devices for comic effect. He himself repeatedly boasts of the fertility of his invention, and claims to have discarded the coarse farce of his predecessors for something more worthy of the refined intelligence of his clever audience. Yet it must be acknowledged that much even of his wit is the mere filth-throwing of a naughty boy; or at best the underbred jocularity of the "funny column," the topical song, or the minstrel show. Th
re perhaps the most remarkable testimony extant to the intelligence of an Athenian audience. Did they infallibly catch th
hs Copaic alde
e intolerable pathos of Admetus's fa
even i
h me, embalmed a
at the dazzling plume and nodding crest" of the swashbuckler Lamachus, of Philocleon, clinging to his ass's belly like Odysseus escaping under the ram from the Cyclops's cave; of the baby in the Thesmophoriazus? seized as a Euripidean hostage, and turning out a wine bottle in swaddling-clothes; of light-foot Iris in the r?le
ons and Euthukleses, must have grinned when they heard them, like a pair of augurs. If we conceive five or six Shakespearean comedies filled from end to end with ancient Pis
sworn, the mind
ife, thy sire
life and death
analogies to bear it out. The very plots of his plays are realized metaphors or embodied conceits. And the same concrete vividness of imagination is displayed in single scenes and episodes. The Better and the Worse Reason plead the causes of the old and new education in person. Cleon and Brasidas are the pestles with which War proposes to bray Greece in a mortar; the tr
the air fairly reeks with the smell of leather and the tanyard. The 'Birds' transport us to a world of trillings and pipings, and beaks and feathr was first worked in these comedies. All these excellences are summed up in the incomparable wealth and flexibility of his vocabulary. He has a Shakespearean mastery of the technicalities of every art and mystery, an appalling command of billingsgate and of the language of the cuisine, and would tire Falstaff and Prince Hal with base comparisons. And not content with the existing resrse he easily strikes every note, from that of the urbane, unaffected, colloquial Attic, to parody of high or subtle tragic diction hardly distinguishable from its model. He can adapt his metres to the expression of every shade of feeling. He has short, snapping, fiery trochees, like sparks from their own holm oak, to represent the choler of the Acharnians; eager, joyous glyconics to bundle up a sycophant and hustle him off the stage, or for the young knights of Athens celebrating Phormio's sea fights, and chanting, ho
wild of his own 'Mousa lochmaia' (the muse of the coppice). The chorus of the Myst? in the 'Frogs,' the rustic idyl of the 'Peace,' the songs of the girls in the 'Lysistrata,' the call of the nightingale
al reader are doubtless the text edited by Bergk (2 vols., 1867), and the translations
OF THE PELO
rnians': Frere
?OP
ed, most excel
m a beggar
udience upon
comedy;
in all the rul
guish betwixt
ak are bold, bu
st cannot ac
the city bef
s the Len?
eet, all by o
e arrived as y
or allies: bu
ple, clean a
denizens as a
t the Spartans
Neptune, the T
n their houses wi
osses--losses,
le; vines cut d
ds (for only fr
lame the Sparta
urs, some peopl
rom among us
eople (pray,
d the Peopl
le, mere prete
ts,--went layin
confiscation
from Megara; p
cks of salt, and
be merchandi
seized, and sol
ht pass, as pet
d, some dought
carry away
, Sim?tha. Th
liation, se
pets, hurried
asia's house
the beginnin
owing to these
, like an Ol
hunder and his
rm and light
the neighborh
s, drawn up lik
was enacted
rians should
e where commerc
re--like "old Car
e, by land and
ians, being al
Spartans to
hose laws: the l
he stealing of
ged and prayed
d: and so the
ET'S A
rnians': Frere
has nev
it prop
n you wi
iasti
wn super
abused a
tacked
e of th
ppeal in his
e humor and te
followi
y, th
empted or
cand
any
y imperial
ver h
n vari
have merited ho
still to stick
e fooled with rh
late each
half of y
plead their c
phrase, and a
owns" and "At
ous Athens"
Athens" is
ever, a su
meat or a be
refore
fident
ve courage an
y served you
openl
yle an
mocracy ru
d its practi
l arts, the k
n all your
hall we see
ith tribute
anxious al
protector, th
say, that has
strong, to d
foreign clim
r instance la
the case of t
nd cross-
n envoys.
e rival Sta
seas? He ask
see them mor
e two conte
bused by this
ch a bold, so pr
use would ren
d able; and br
prosper and c
he Laced?m
an insigni
say, "for a pl
make all jea
eir privy de
gain this m
influence on
g a hold on
the isle
re needs to b
tention, and know
our island, and
for h
actice
patriot
e hones
e now
uffoonery
ttering, or base
puffing, or ac
king or
enly s
ace and
es and s
s endeavor on
to think, he will
ain and aga
not, nor f
and rheto
ence, his
igns, his ras
abuse on m
right, in
attend me, a
friend, I ne
de
humbl
his
neakin
slavish, po
AL OF TH
ghts': Frere'
author had wi
-day, for a speec
have granted so
of ours, as the
dulgence denie
and vigor, the s
counters the pes
d seaman, int
ght, in the fa
he gentle rep
is friends, for
profession, emb
storms and p
tate that for r
so long and de
he achievements
ttempt of a d
ceived was capr
e courting her,
ut reason, from
d shift, and tu
iends with unkin
scorn as exha
fate, who was
t of comedy ca
e stage, in the f
he Chorus his
all sort, that we
vagaries unhe
wings, and a tho
ome fancies his
as spent, did yo
delight that he
placed, and expel
his wit were gro
r a sample, the
inus so splen
d blood, and enla
rrent tore down
ew, with the groun
o boot, wrenched
l foes, who pre
bolished, dispers
adlong, with a
is tunes, and his
d sung by the o
nd carousals, w
hibribe" and "The
asons and buil
nes that all tong
ecay you have
stops and his
ttered, a broken
sight among ru
faded, and what
s palate are parc
meet him alone
worn, tatter
forlorn, in his
uccess should exe
at large at the
the great at the
very day and pre
pparel, trium
e next, always te
nous temper tor
good sense, withou
ittle hoard, pr
te treat, eco
issing, with crow
ear he pursu
rse, till he fin
s held him in l
friends, with a
n in regular
the helm, and t
practice has f
e weather, and
point of the se
command of a sh
sons li
judgme
did no
ignora
oubleso
bother, and
him a
irst set
ll pu
heart
ess to t
him
ng an
g and
s bald
LOUD
ds': Andrew La
TES S
e Clouds renowned, and
l on the sacred cres
ith the Nereid Choir
den urns are dipped
you dwell b
of Mimas, a
and accept our gift
LOUDS
uds from the
f streams from
et, let us r
eaming and
the tree-clad
arth where the
that murmur
g sea with his
glitters the E
bright r
ur shadows of
ss shapes to g
f the heaven, on
Ocean
Maidens that b
e on Palla
y of Cecrops
land of the
es unspoken s
f the gods that
f mortals that
s tall and the
of the gods are
mortals, the cha
mirth at the c
l voices that
g feet of the
HORUS O
ds': Swinburn
nature in darkness, and lik
at are molded of mire, unend
comfortless mortals, as vis
hat are deathless, and date
ageless for aye, us, all o
having heard of us all things
inning of gods, and of streams
, in my name bid Prodicus
first, and the blackness of da
r heaven; when in depths of th
e black-plumed Night, was a w
s revolving again sweet L
rth of his back, like wh
haos, whose wings are of dar
he race of us first, and upra
race of the gods, until al
d with communion of natur
and the race of the gods everl
f all things blest. And tha
igns. We have wings, and with
k that forswore love once,
d desired them subdued by th
flamingo, a goose, or a cock
efall men come from us bird
e known to them spring, and t
rts clanging for Afric in s
hang up his rudder again f
estes the thief, lest he stri
kite reappearing announce
shearing your sheep of their s
t-coat, and provide something lig
Delphi unto you. Dodon
t auguries of birds, even such
ade, or of earning your brea
e charge of a bird that bel
reckon; you sneeze, and the si
--sounds, too, and lackeys and
the manifest godhead that
DAY ON
ace': Frere'
ee the new-sown corn
g from the soil that only
ains are falling, in
bor calling, cheers yo
uch as this, let us
be doing? You're the k
n to prosper your ende
meeting, with some f
's your lout, hoeing
ll him out, this weat
nts of meal, and do so
ir it in, and let us h
y house,--any one t
gs pudding, two gherkin
f them in all, if the
and tearing round the
them to us,--take th
garlands, sprigs in fl
the way to Chari
to-day, since heaven is
HA
Translation in t
t, when field
rry cricket
rk with c
e-tree's t
the fruit
roe to Mo
s, too, to
cious figs
iot witho
, nectareou
rateful voi
son! bles
TO THE NI
rds ': Frere
e! a
ore, my ge
r tiny t
tuneful e
le or
r airy r
listen a
ditty tha
ad la
ire e
ss Itys t
e the
rise
oar a
lofty pa
y Apollo si
ode, with hi
d to the hea
gods shall j
estial s
G OF CLOUD-
rds ': Frere
out of breath, and spe
s he? Where? Where
president Pe
us [coolly]
breath]--Your fort
ell! tha
mazing, astonis
eagenes an
and gasconade
ease, both of t
st upon the b
is own ne
You sur
ht (for I made the
y a hundr
eaven an
uch a mass! who co
; no creature el
klayers, work
es, alone, by the
urprise, as a
say, complete
ody of thirty
sitive, there
Africa in their c
e-curlews and
e and finished.
oo, were busy in
rtar, while t
was wanted, br
er and
get]--But who s
ou get to
-To ca
arrion crows and
, which he endea
after all, to
you mana
Oh, cap
here were the ge
mortar, and wh
into the hods
eir fla
ke, as a vent f
ted it,
andily done th
ssure you, it was
s there were, clam
egs, like brickla
andy, with their
en, it's no use en
aste, we've all
me! But about th
carpenters? A
kers, of course: a
he gates, drivi
hatchet-beaks,
s they made, hamm
ual peal, p
s, hard at work
ork is finished
lts, and bars
their posts; p
in the barbic
for lighting; a
'll step out, j
s. You'll settl
S OF
phoriazus?': Col
ays abusing
ible plag
re the root
it again
quarrels, an
ief, be w
en, why do y
l the plagu
ou take such
us so saf
ever easy
we chanc
ht to be tha
lague is ou
p fussing a
my Plagu
peeps out of
he eyes
then they al
e looks
F MYST?
ogs': Frere'
outing and
! Iacch
! Iacch
aster, there they
t as he told us w
n praise of Bacch
nd so they are; bu
em out a little
US [
cchus! Ho
t the wo
e a
e a
wanton
revel up
ystic ho
frolic vot
psy shout
ng the Th
orth, aler
acred ol
uous dance
m the vulg
gies that
votarie
stic chor
revealed-
virgin, daughte
roasted griskin
watch for a chance of
US [
fiery to
s approac
planet of
with the
dark so
flash upo
ain is bla
overflown
ast his y
ares of m
to the li
chus! marc
hand towar
ted humb
chus--move
ep peace--and le
y solemnity
nlightened by ta
notions are d
atrical c
ied by
trained by the
orgies, poet
uffooning and je
designs of oppre
ition and stri
short, to the Sta
a fort, or in
harbors of h
signments of ca
at Thorycion
lly dirty colle
eject and sev
renching the fees
rds, in revenge
ampoons of this
suing their p
flouted and scof
dmonished and
n them
n them
monish--we war
orm to
re and
us again with
sign'd to th
measure an
I-C
arch! le
orth m
in ord
hustling
may
shouting
flouting,
and
had a b
t brave and
ref
er
voices and
the go
ra
of p
ave the cou
gainst the tr
he s
I-C
aise in a di
he goddess, the
ing he
ther b
e sober, submis
I-C
holy pa
d to mark
nevolen
Chorus an
for the p
gs to sin
termixed w
t without
with the
e prize of
I-C
and with a dif
of mirth a
tive Bacchus,
rth and join
I-C
he customary patron
h witho
ted ann
ceremonious
processi
y footste
us, light, cel
at thy
hy faith
iful a
worn and
in old an
kins torn
fferers i
e us at
throughou
within
ome lov
we romped
ed and d
ir bosom
we might
, I was al
to mirth
to join
I will if
EURIPIDES'
'The
e by the f
warble tw
ver the tu
r down in i
ers in c
nning your
choing rou
s of the wh
ght-footed d
of the dark-
urse of the
lustering t
own dull car
e a child again j
see how that las
deration I leave t
OGUES OF
'The
and especially his regular c?sura after the fifth syllable of a line. The burlesque tag used by Aristophanes to demon
ve, I'll not stop t
if the gods are pr
with a little flask
h a flask of s
e one. For you buil
into the metre,-
r smelling-salts
ou'll show
-I wil
us--Pr
declai
road-bruited
hildren voya
os cam
ost his sme
ief have the smelling
er prologue to h
r.
sus-armed and
hlights on Pa
g and
ost his sme
ut again by the
e's a prologue that
rtal man is
uth hath lacked
wly lo
ost his sme
-Eurip
Well,
Best tak
alts, methinks,
care? I'll fix
other, and steer clear
r.
ing from the
of A
ost his sme
, buy those smelling-
t of all you
t? I buy
ou'll be ad
t. I've lots of prol
'em
Tantalid to
peedy
ost his sme
re again, you see.
us. You can re
ck
. I've not
rom broa
lost his sm
ay the whole v
ad fields reape
ring fir
ost his sme
acrificing? Wh
d him. Let him try
ord of sooth d
e'll say Zeus lost hi
alts fit your pr
n and turn your
ri
STO
. 38
MAS DA
. Losing both his parents while a mere boy, he was taken charge of by a relative, Proxenus Atarneus, and sent, at the age of seventeen, to Athens to study. Here he entered the school of Plato, where he remained twenty years, as pupil and as teacher. During this time he made the acquaintance of the leading contemporary thinkers, read omnivorously, amassed an amount of knowledge that seems almost fabulous, schooled himself in systematic thought, and (being well off) collected a library, perhaps the first considerable private library in the wor
uction in the Nymph?um, which he had arranged in imitation of Plato's garden school. Alexander remained with him three years, and was then called by his father to assume important State duties. Whether Aristotle's instruction continued after that is uncertain; but the two men remained fast friends
alled the Peripatetic. Here he developed a manifold activity. He pursued all kinds of studies, logical, rhetorical, physical, metaphysical, ethical, political, and aesthetic, gave public (exoteric) and private (esoteric) instruction, and composed the bulk of the treatises which have made
s before, and base upon it--as having the form of the paean, sacred to Apollo--a charge of impiety. Aristotle, recognizing the utter flimsiness of the charge, and being unwilling, as he said, to allow the Athenians to sin a second time against philosophy, retired beyond their reach to his villa at Chalcis in Euboea, where he died of stomach disease the year after (322). In the later years of his life, the friendship between him and his illustrious p
o place by his side." Nor was his moral character inferior to his intellect. No one can read his 'Ethics,' or his will (the text of which is extant), without feeling the nobleness, simplicity, purity,
any attempt at style. The rest are distinguished by brevity, terseness, and scientific precision. No other man ever enriched philosophic language with so many original expressions. We know, from the testimony of
e of logic, to distinguish Being from Seeming, and to see that while the latter was dependent on the thinking subject, the former could not be anything material. This result was reached by both the materialistic and spiritualistic sch
gods. Thus Socrates discovered the principle of human liberty, a principle necessarily hostile to the ancient State, which absorbed the man in the citizen. Socrates was accordingly put to death as an atheist; and then Plato, with good intentions but prejudiced insight, set to work to restore the old tyranny of the State. This he did by placing truth, or reality (which Socrates had found in complete thought, internal to the mind), outside of both thought and nature, and mak
e realized in other intelligences, or thought-centres, such as the human mind. In other words, according to Aristotle, truth is actual in the world and potential in all minds, whi
tre, and round about it nine concentric spheres carrying the planets and stars, he concludes that there must be at one end something purely actual and therefore unchanging,--that is, pure form or energy; and at the other, something purely potential and therefore changing,--that is, pure matter or latency. The pure actuality is at the circumference, pure matter at the centre. Matter, however, never exists without some form. Thus, nature is an eternal circular process between the actual and the potential. The supreme Intelligence, God, being pure energy, changelessly thinks himself, and through
changes, he works up through the mineral, vegetable, and animal worlds, to man, and thence through the spheral intelligences to the supreme, divine intelligence, on which the Whole depends. Man stands on the dividing line between the temporal and the eternal; belonging with his animal part to the former, with his intelligence (which "enters from without") to the latter. He is an intelligence, of the same nature as the sphere-movers, but individuated by mutable matter in the form of a body, matt
, Metaphysics, Ethics, Politics, and Aesthetics, are still highly esteemed and extensively studied. At the same time, by failing to overcome the dualism and supernaturalism of Plato, by adopting the popular notions about spheres and sphere-movers, by separating intelligence from sense, by conceiving
entire works of Aristotle were turned into Syriac; among them several spurious ones of Neo-Platonic origin, notably the famous 'Liber de Causis' and the 'Theology of Aristotle.' Thus a Neo-Platonic Aristotle came to rule Eastern learning. On the rise of Islam, this Aristotle was borrowed by the Muslims, and became ruler of their schools at Bagdad, Basra, and other places,--schools which produced many remarkable men. On the decay of these, he passed in the twelfth century into the schools of Spain, and here ruled supreme
vering the whole field of science
y, bring the work into the metaphysical sphere; 'On Interpretation,' dealing with the proposition; 'Former Analytics,' theory of the syllogism; 'Later Analytics,' theory
ter of science. These may be subdivided into three c
eight supplementary tracts on actions of the soul as combined with the body; viz., 'On Sense and Sensibles,' 'On Memory and Reminiscence,' 'On Sleep and Waking,' 'On Dreams,' 'On Divination from Dreams,' 'On Length and Shortness of Life,' 'On Life and Death,' 'On Respiration,' 'Meteorologics,'
forms of the same work; 'Politics,' 'Constitutions' (originally one hundred and fifty-eight in number; now represented o
agmentary 'Poetics.' To these may be adde
f his works, as arranged in the Alexandrian Library (apparently), is given by Diogenes La?rtius in his 'Life of Aristotle' (printed in the Berlin and Paris editions of 'Aristotle'); a list in which it is not easy t
; 'On the Generation of Animals,' Aubert and Wimmer; 'Psychology,' Trendelenburg, Torstrik, Wallace (with English translation); 'Nicomachean Ethics,' Grant, Ramsauer, Susemihl; 'Politics,' Stahr, Susemihl; 'Constitution of Athens,' Kenyon, Sandys; 'Poetics,' Susemihl, Vahlen, Butcher (with English translation). There are few good English translations of Aristotle's works; but among these may be mentioned Peter's 'Nicomachean Ethics,' Jowett's and Welldon's 'Politics,' and Poste's 'Cons
URE OF
Soul,' Book i
ually is the same thing as to perceive sensibly, it will either be to suffer something from the intelligible, or something else of this kind. It is necessary, however, that it should be impassive, but capable of receiving form; and in capacity a thing of this kind, but not this; and also, that as the sensitive power
old, and would have a certain organ in the same manner as the sensitive power. Now, however, there is no organ of it. In a proper manner, therefore, do they speak, who say that the soul is the place of forms; except that this is not true of the whole soul, but of that which is intellective; nor is it forms in entelecheia, but in capacity. But that the impassivity of the sensitive and intellective power is not similar, is evident
not after the same manner as before it learnt or discovered; and it is then itself able to understand itself. By the sensitive power, therefore, it distinguishes the hot and the cold, and those things of which flesh is a certain reason; but by another power, e
hings, if it is not intelligible according to another thing, but the intelligible is one certain thing in species; or it will have something mingled, which will make it to be intelligible in the same manner as other things. Or shall we say that to suffer subsists according to something common? On which account, it was before observed that intellect is in capacity, in a certain respect, intelligibles, but is no one of them in entelechei
things as a certain habit, such for instance as light. For in a certain respect, light also causes colors which are in capacity to be colors in energy. And this intellect is separate, unmingled, and impassive, since it is in its essence energy; for the efficient is always more honorable than the patient, and the principle than matter. Science, also, in energy is the same as the thing [which is scientifically known]. But science which is in capacity is
E BETWEEN HISTOR
MATTER SHOULD B
'Poetics,
which have happened, and the other of such as might have happened. Hence, poetry is more philosophic, and more deserving of attention, than history. For poetry speaks more of universals, but history of particulars. But universal consists, indeed, in relating or performing certain things which happen to a man of a certain description, either probably or necessarily [to which the aim of poetry is directed in giving names]; but particular consists in narrating what [for example] Alcibiades did, or what he suffered. In comedy, therefore, this
itional fables, which are the subjects of tragedy. For it is ridiculous to make this the object of search, because even known subjects are known but to a few, though at the same time they delight all men. From these things, therefore, it is evident that a poet ought rather to be the author of fables than of metres, inasmu
ities, they are frequently compelled to distort the connection of the parts. But tragedy is not only an imitation of a perfect action, but also of actions which are terrible and piteous, and actions principally become such (and in a greater degree when they happen contrary to opinion) on account of each other. For thus they will possess more of the marvelous than if they happened from ch
HILO
ero's 'Nature
ould quit their dark abode to come to us, where they should immediately behold the earth, the seas, the heavens; should consider the vast extent of the clouds and force of the winds; should see the sun and observe his grandeur and beauty, and perceive that day is occasioned by the diffusion of his light through the sky; and when night has obscured the earth
ESS
physics,' Book
r highest) part. Also, if we consider the natural order of the categories, essence stands at the head of the list; then comes quality; then quantity. It is true that the other categories, such
the objects of their investigations. The thinkers of the present day, to be sure, are rather inclined to consider universals as essence. For genera are universals, and these they hold to be principles a
ther its elements are one or many. The third, differing from the other two, is immutable and is maintained by certain persons to be separable. Some make two divisions of it, whereas others class together, as of one nature, idea
UNITY O
Politics
ch polity usually preserve the polity, and establish it from the beginning. Thus, appropriate democratic manners preserve and establish a democracy, and oligarchic an oligarchy. Always, however, the best manners are the cause of the best polity. Further still, in al
at particular discipline which appears to him to be proper. But it is necessary that the studies of the public should be common. At the same time, also, no one ought to think that any citizen belongs to him in particular, but that all the citizens belong to the city; for each individual is a part of the city. The care and attention, how
TO
thou bringest
life's best,
ess, for thy
licate in th
f pain the ste
for our s
ing, dearer
-eyed sleep, do
thee the se
, and Leda's t
deeds, to spread
h the lo
hilleus wen
ortal, crowned wi
e thou ar
the ligh
ro hath died
tal praise shal
d his deeds are
ngs d
mory's dau
ospitable Ze
firm as fate in
on of J.
AR
19-
till 1887, when he asked to be relieved from his official duties. During this period he had been also the first librarian of the Reykjavik branch of the Icelandic Literary Society; a teacher and the custodian of the library at the Latin School, which in the mean time had been moved from Bessastad to Reykjavik; secretary of the bishop, Helgi Thordersen, an
son went to work single-handed to make an exhaustive collection of the folk-tales of the country, which by traveling and correspondence he drew from every nook and corner of Iceland. No effort was spared to make the collection complete, and many years were spent in this undertaking. The results were in every way valuable. No more important collection of folk-tales exists in the literature of any nation, and the work has becom
f the national spirit, and a better knowledge of life and environment in Iceland than from any other source. In these stories there is much to say of elves and trolls, of ghosts and "fetches," of outlaws and the devil. Magic plays an important part, and there
celandic Legends': Translat
ME
fisherman; and of all the farms about, not one was
to pull up again, as if there were something very heavy at the end of it. Imagine his astonishment when he found that what he had caught
e bottom of the s
what he had been doing whe
l of my mother's chimney-pot, to suit it
l serve me awhile first." So without more words he d
y, barking and fawning on him, and wagging his tail. But his master's temper being none
ith him over the fields, and stumbling over a hillock which lay in his w
e him, and embraced him affectionately, and he received her salutat
e laughed three times, and I am curious to k
take me to the same place in the sea wherefrom you caught me, and
use you cursed the mound over which you stumbled, which is full of golden ducats. And the third time, because you received with pleasure your wife's
mely, the faithfulness of my dog and the faithlessness of my wife. But the third I w
n ducats, as the merman had told him. After this the farmer took the merman down to the boat, and
oring me to my mother, if only you have skill enough to take possess
merman into the sea, a
approached them. So he took a stick and ran after them, possessed with the fancy that if he could burst the bladder which he saw on the nose of each of them, they would belon
useful gift it was, for better cow was never seen nor milked in all the
aught any more mermen. As for his wife, nothing f
HERMAN
e had to cross a morass. It happened once that on his way home after nightfall, he came to a place where a man had lost his horse in the b
t I cannot pay you for this service as you ought to be paid. I will promise you, however, this much: that you shall never go to sea without catching fish, nor ever, if you will take my advice, return with e
e years afterward, never putting to sea till he had first seen his neighbor pas
r fishers hurrying down to the sea to make the best of so good a time. But though he waited hour after hour in the hope of seeing his neighbor pass, the man of Hvammsgil ne
shing. The next night he had a strange dream, in which his neighbor from Hvammsgil came to him and said, "Although you did not yesterday follow my advice, I yet so far felt kindly toward you that I hind
AGIC
ountry. In the mountains he was suddenly overtaken by a thick mist and sleet-storm, and lost his way. Fear
bread and meat as it could devour. This the dog swallowed greedily, and ran off again into the mist. At first the man wondered much to see a dog in such a wild place, where he
reward you as you deserve. Here is a scythe which I place beneath your pillow; it is the only gift I can make you, but despise it not. It will surely prove useful to you, as it ca
ast of all his own horse. But on lifting his saddle from the ground, he found beneath it a small scythe blade, which seemed well worn and was rusty. On seeing this, he at once recalled to mind hi
aid, however, that one old woman in the district, generally thought by her neighbors to be skilled in magic and very rich, always began her hay-cutting a week later than anybody else, and though sh
ed to ask this old woman for employment,
a day laborer. She accepted his offer, and told him that he migh
ore grass in the whole week than I
man had given him in his dream; for it cut well, and never wanted sharpening, though he worked with it for
lades, and wondered beyond measure what the old lady could want with all these. It was the fifth day--the Friday--an
you away without paying you. When therefore you see yourself worsted, go into the forge, take as many scythe-handles as you think proper, fit their blades
the morning the laborer, getting up
g five rakes with her, and said to the man, "A
t, that though the one she held in her hand raked in great quantities of hay, the othe
pon the grass which was yet standing. Then all the scythes set to work of their own accord, and cut down the grass so quickly that the rakes could not keep pace with them. And so they went on all the rest of the d
now more than myself; so much the better for yo
mount of hay. In the autumn she sent him away, well laden with money, to his own home in the south. The next summer, and mo
n, a good fisherman, and an able workman in whatever he might put his hand to. He always cut his own hay, never using any scythe
man never did. So the neighbor promised, and taking it with him, bound it to a handle and began to work with it. But, sweep as he would, and strain as he would (and sweep and strain he did right lustily), not a single blade of grass fell. Wroth at this, the man tried to sharpen it, but with no avail. Then he took it into his forge, intending to temper it, for, thought he, what harm could that possibly
olly in lending what was not hers to lend. But his wrath was soon over, and he
VANT AND TH
t to church, was found dead when the family returned home. As soon as the report of this was spread abroad, the farmer had the greatest difficulty in procuring servants who would consent to watch alone in the house on that night; unti
e new man-servant, were preparing for church, the farmer said t
e unwise in you to leave your house unprotected; and besides,
he house this night; for whenever we have returned from church on this night, we h
se fears beneath his notice; so the farmer and the rest of th
st he thought that the best thing to do was, first of all to light up the family room; and then to find some place in which to hide himself. As soon as he had lighted all the candles, he moved two planks out o
f, when two fierce and strange-looking men
id, "I smell a
other, "there is n
beds. They took it up, and having dashed it on the ground till every bone in its body was broken, hurled
which they had also brought with them. They feasted noisily, and spent the remainder of the night in drinking and dancing. Two of them were appointed to keep guard, in order to give the company due
his place of concealment into the room, and clashing the two planks together with
ry clothes they had taken off for ease in dancing. In the hurry of flight many were wounded and trodden under foot, while the rest ran into the darkness, the man-servant aft
an knew them to
the wounded ones, and, making a great heap of them all, burned them. When he had finished this ta
The farmer praised him for a brave fellow, and congratulated him on having escaped with his l
it the water-elves ev
CROS
tain cross-roads, from the centre of which you ca
cies of every description, gold, silver, and precious stones, meats and wines, of which they beg you to accept; but you must neither move a limb nor accept a single thing they offer you. If you get so far as this without speaking, elf-women come to you in the likeness of your mother, your sister, or any o
leave you, and with you all the wealth they ha
r accept of their offers, you w
one of them offered him a large lump of mutton-suet, and begged him to take a bite of it. Fusi, who had up to this time gallantly resisted all such offe
MORITZ
69-
ever son for the ministry, the one vocation open to him which meant honor and advancement. The young man studied theology at Greifswald and Jena, but later turned his attention exclusively to history and literature. His early life is delightfully described in his 'Stories and Recollections o
ST
oppressions of Napoleon. In consequence he was obliged to flee to Sweden. After three years he returned under an assumed name, and again took up his work at Greifswald. In 1812, after the occupation of Pomerania by the French, his fierce denunciations again forced him to flee, this time to Russia, the only refuge open to him. There he joined Baron von Stein, who eagerly made use of
oundary'; 'The Soldier's Catechism'; and 'The Militia and the General Levy.' After the disasters of the French in Russia, he returned to Germany, unceasingly
himself of it by producing several historical treatises and his interesting 'Reminiscences of My Public Life.' One of the first acts of Frederick William IV., after his accession, was to restore Arndt to his professorship at Bonn. He took a lively interest in the events of 1848, and belonged to the deputation that offered the im
ius. He was not even a deep scholar. His only great work is his war-songs and patriotic ballads. Germany honors his manly charac
869); the latter in 1878 edited 'Arndt's Letters to a Friend.' J.R. Seeley's 'Life and Adv
E GERMAN'S
e German's
a, or the Sw
he grape glow
ls skim the B
! mor
e German's
e German's
r the Styr
the Master's
ark where f
! mor
e German's
e German's
? Pomerani
nd drifts al
e Danube's
! mor
e German's
e German's
r me that m
rland? or Ty
people plea
! mor
e German's
e German's
r me that m
a surely i
n fame an
! mor
e German's
e German's
name of that
and which p
e Emperor an
! mor
e German's
e German's
last that
sounds the G
hymns to Go
is th
n, that thy
e German's
like oak the
hines clearly
heart aff
is th
n, this thy
e German's
hall foreign
e foes whose
noble soul
is th
y shall be
y that lan
t, God, and
earts, in dee
t truly as
is th
y shall be
OF THE FI
om the trumpets? Hu
l[2] rides in th
mettlesome wa
his glittering s
he Germans: ju
joyful: they're
Bl
mes how his pier
ind him his sno
his age, like a
he battle-field'
he Germans: ju
joyful: they're
his country in
o heaven upli
brand, with a h
he trade that the P
he Germans: ju
joyful: they're
kept. When the
ay youth to the
dance for the Fr
nd clean with a
he Germans: ju
joyful: they're
meadow, he kept
Frenchmen there yie
an headlong for
re sleeping who
he Germans: ju
joyful: they're
Katzbach, his o
moment the Fr
hmen; fly to th
eeches, catch whal
he Germans: ju
joyful: they're
he Elbe, how he c
r town barred the F
the field they a
em the hero ran
he Germans: ju
joyful: they're
glorious fight
ench might strove
stiff lay the f
ld Blücher a fie
he Germans: ju
joyful: they're
g trumpets! Hussar
al, ride like the
er Rhine, in you
ur country, righ
he Germans: ju
joyful; they're
IOTI
ve iron, pu
should be
e sabre, swo
ight han
e gave him
h, and free-
ht fearless
hrough lif
ill we what
st truth,
fellow-cre
t's pay
fall by str
s for sin
nherit Ge
of Germ
, bright
n love,
land, thou b
r to th
ch knave and
and rav
l to the b
shall be
flash forth,
and flam
Germans,
the hol
lift upward
shall upw
man, let e
avery
let sound,
and fife
r sabres, m
with bloo
and with Fren
ous day
Germans so
ur great
et wave, wh
and ban
e purpose,
a hero'
brave rank
ners wav
us freedo
m's death
N AR
83
ol at Birmingham; and, a few years subsequent, principal of the Government Sanskrit College at Poona, in India. In 1856 he published 'Griselda, a Tragedy'; and after his return to London in 1861, translations from the Greek of Herodotus and the Sanskrit of the Indian classic 'Hitopade?a,' the latter under the name of 'The Boo
the White Elephant. Two years after its appearance he published 'Mahabharata,' 'Indian Idylls,' and in 1883, 'Pearls of the Faith; or, Islam's Rosary Being the Ninety-nine Beautiful Names of Allah, with Comments in Verse from Various Oriental Sources.' In 1886 the Sultan conferred on him the Imperial Order of Osmanli, and in 1888 he was created Knight Commander of the Indian Empire by Queen Victoria. 'Sa'di in the Garden; or, The Book of Love' (1888), a poem turning on a part of the 'B?stani' of the Persian poet Sa'di, brought Sir Edwin the Order of the Lion and Sun from the Shah of Persia. I
the very spirit of the East. In numerous cantos, proceeding from episode to episode of its mystical hero's career, its effect is that of a loftily ethical, picturesque, and fascinating biography, in highly polished verse. The metre selected is a graceful and dignified one, especially associated with 'Paradise Lost' and other of the foremost classics of English verse. Sir Edwin says of the poem in his preface, "I have sought, by the medium of an imaginary Buddhis
UTH OF
e Light
rev
pt to all his
heir learning t
yet so wise; p
annered; mod
ted, though of
seman in the
ay chase of th
driver of
st scoured the
the boy would
pass free; woul
ce because the
breath; or if hi
se, or if some
houghts. And eve
mpassionatene
tree grows fro
shade afar;
child of sorrow
ames for things n
be felt. B
garden on a d
d swans passed
-places on Hi
e-notes down t
ds flew, by fo
a, cousin of
w, and loosed
wide wing of t
glide upon the
ll, the bitte
ood-gouts stainin
Prince Siddart
rested it i
es crossed, as L
h a touch the wil
fled vans, calme
to peace with
ntain leaves a
ft hand held, th
forth from the
d healing hone
ttle knew the
y into his wr
b, and winced t
tears to sooth
me who said, "My
fell among t
y you send it.
ddartha: "If th
the slayer m
ves; my cousin
which throbbed i
answered, "T
, is his who f
the clouds, but
e, fair cousin.
neck beside his
ke:--"Say no! t
riad things whi
ercy and love
w, by what wi
teach compa
chless world'
s accursed
e; but if the
it this matt
t their word."
n the busine
ht this thing
se an unknown
ught, the sav
living thing t
ay; the slayer s
sustains: give
ll found just; b
sage for hono
aw a hooded sn
t-times thus! So
s works
not
of grief than t
aled, went joyo
r day the Kin
ee the pleasaunc
uitful earth i
the reaper;
hine when the pi
hs and keeps the K
on with new leav
cries of plow-t
f wells and g
the rich red l
rong shoulders in
ws; the fat soil
aves back from t
feet upon the
urrow deep; a
f the rippli
n the glad eart
nd the spears
sowers who we
gle laughed wit
ickets rustled
, beetle, and
springtime. In
ashed; alone at
coppersmith; b
urple butterf
raced, the mynas
sisters chatter
-tiger hung a
alked among t
ed circles in
nted temple p
cooed from ever
ms beat for som
peace and plent
ed. But, looki
h grow upon thi
peasant sweate
ave to live; a
oxen through th
lvet flanks: the
d on ant, and
h; and how the
of that which
ing the bulbul,
utterflies; t
layer and in
pon death. So
st, savage, g
der, from the
lls his fellow
owman and his
listered with t
which makes all
rtha sighed. "Is
th they brought
eat the peasant'
vice! in the b
and strong! i' t
'en in wate
et me muse on
good Lord Bud
-tree, with a
ues sit, and
this deep di
ource and when
y filled him,
gs, such passio
tress his princ
nd, purged fr
elf, the boy a
st step of
SACRIFICE
e Light
d he
orrowful, s
e they are af
they dare not
with fierce pe
ods who grudge
hell by self-
oly madness
tter through the
f the field!"
r tender face
t, and grateful
these robes of
ld and purple
living, none
auty. O ye pa
e the sky and
laya and the
now ye that y
ender shoot to
n-songs from your
ell so merry i
rots, bee-birds,
e your life, n
better by for
lays ye--being
sed on blood, c
-tormen
he Mast
ount the dust o
black sheep wind
ngering nibble
rom the path, wh
ng. But always
ed, or slung his
d still moving
plets in the f
med one lamb, wh
in the front its
dam hither a
se this littl
Lord did mark
imping lamb u
wooly mother
goest I will
ood to ease one
tch the sorro
ns with the pri
f the herdsmen, "
locks adown un
ening that men f
e the peasants
crifice of go
eep, the which o
ight in worshi
Master, "I w
atiently, bea
rdsmen in the
we low bleati
ey came unto
eyed, young, w
nds--saluted,
he," she said,
me in the fi
ne and reared m
the blossoms,
ut his wrist, wh
ick forked tongue
playmate. But
le and still, I
ease to play, a
ips. And one sa
nd another, '
ld not lose my
hysic, which mig
yes; it was s
of the serpen
ate him, graci
his sport. And
holy man upo
asseth in th
Rishi if th
ails thy son.
ee, whose brow
ew the face-clo
ll what simples
sir! didst spurn
s and touch wit
face-cloth bac
ster, there is
im, if thou could
eek physicians
d. Therefore, I
d-seed, a to
not from any
ther, child, or
l if thou canst
thou spea
aster
derly. "Yea!
ami! But did
se
d, clasping
colder, asking
ungle and tow
ive me mustard
' and each wh
oor are piteo
, 'In my friend'
radventure
or child, or sl
at is this yo
ny and the
anks, I gave th
others, but th
ed, but we have
ed, but our goo
eed, but he tha
in-time and th
uld not find
mustard-seed a
t my child--who
th the wild vine
ce and kiss th
ind this seed a
ed, my baby
, and as the
u hast found,"
hat none finds,
thee. He tho
bosom yest
whole wide world
ll hearts share g
ur my blood if
win the secre
love our anguish
nd pastures to
asts are driven-
ecret: bury t
hey the city
d the Prince, w
na's distant s
n the street and
men kept watch. B
the lamb, the g
ople drew the
buyers and s
ues to gaze on
h lifted hamme
ke; the weaver
scroll, the mon
wries; from the
bull fed free;
ota while the
f our Lord mo
o beautifu
women gatheri
this that bring
nd peace-givi
e? whence hath h
Sakra or t
aid, "It is
ith the Rishis
paced, in med
s! for all my
ndering in the
leating blindly
e dumb beasts whi
old the King, "
t, bringing
t bid to crown
d in his hall
the white-robed
mantras, feedin
pon the midmos
s flickered brigh
rling as they
spices and t
ndra. Round
carlet streamlet
sand, but ever
leating victim
long-horned, its
at its stretched
st, who murmured,
nas cometh
ara: take y
ood, and pleas
asting 'mid the
sins be laid
ire consume t
w I st
dha sof
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Lord went on,
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land next day
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spread between
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saintly pity a
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followed him,-
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th, the God, fi
h thunder of hi
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ra answered,
kinsfolk, fall
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others come wit
hem is Swarga
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the Queen--these
ve no longer
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equals in of
herefore, not f
ra, this poor
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awning for my
to die, un
as called stead
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moke aside, and
and the merit
hound toucheth
nter heaven mu
quit thy bret
and the dear-
m and glorious
deeds, to ling
ira vanquishe
passion at the
this, who didst n
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King yet
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sins, O Sakra,
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meanest co
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nd, and in its s
th and Justice,
ds which fell from
vely praise:--"
bring to harves
teousness; thou
on all which
n the Dwaita w
brothers, bring
r Nakula's life-
or Arjuna's,
to Kunti, to
rd! Because tho
, lest the poor
hee, lo! there
e thee, King!-
now to the
thy form. Ju
narch! thou shal
AND
they said to
eave her,--thy
er tresses of d
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es that gaz
lids with a
touch they c
lips that had s
rows and be
veil and her
white feet her w
whitest no eye
osom they cros
hey said, "God
silence, and
and scents
and roses a
As a lady should
ir breath till th
o glance at its s
oved her too
stately, the
lamp, and t
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but she woul
in the old place
yet she woul
her the name sh
still she
ionate whis
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ear and still
nd to soul dis
ill listen wit
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infinite w
could let life
a greater m
calm o'er th
cle greater t
ams sank downw
ll back its
y say it does, p
e innermost he
so, what a w
dead! O dea
reath of my
deep as to
heaven, and yo
e pleasure in
o placid from
you, darling,
hot tears upon
ough the Angel o
my lips to ke
ask vainly, with
aths was the ch
angest and su
prises that dy
world! O mos
e, who will beli
eve that he h
soft voice, in t
wonder is
d love you, and
angel, who wa
hough dead, I h
ER
arls of
and He takes i
aise the Resto
ied at A
fort faithf
iends! it l
hite and c
, "Abdulla
t my feet
your fal
your cries
e and whis
that thing
tears and
ine, it
ds! what th
ast bed i
which I am
ent no mo
from whi
k my soul
nmate, not
not the ga
lcon, not
m from the sp
ends! be w
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lift upo
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ch the pea
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he all, the
arthen ja
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ure of His
h loved Him
rd be earth
old shines
id, Allah
race is u
rt no long
sakh is, wh
th, and death
"Paradis
happy de
rds" which be
one, "green bi
rious, swift
g, long dar
l, my fool
an whom ye
ken blis
oves you: lo
t which shi
ight ye
filled f
arging
life that
iends! Yet n
ye, too, s
e before
s time, a gra
e where I h
arvel why
w, by true
all, and th
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till must
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llah's la
Allah's Th
m of trus
onward to
h illa A
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ied at A
se that mad
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arls of
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tiful to sma
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rone, ten myria
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aster's heave
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light to exec
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e naught is t
mighty, if H
y creature, g
ity, which e
ye beholdeth
arch, and count
abe nearer the
allest child to
an rolls so
ve of all that
ritten; and
atching by the
e Voice Ineff
ndate uttered
pass where So
use, and sittet
ndid--whom I cr
our my servan
ut of Nisibi
eds with nostr
wiftness, priz
led, for Sol
alace, where
t with pride at
the snorting
rses, that Ou
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re his sunset-
ople say, 'This
long-maned trop
mbrance of hi
aithful servan
n the slop
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llow ant who
est, but so fa
ail, and she wi
n; but thou, make
her people
black
y Gabri
and prevented
little ant at
love is wid
hee, "The C
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ain thy Lord,
! thou, who i
desert-sands of
ver death's blac
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ce! O thou, th
ith in Him, an
load; under t
gleam: thou wil
fternoon! peace
ss except he
fellow to be
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afil call the
shall h
ide, this
r voices
except for
ike the noise
ea when
with a cla
, in the wild
their woe sha
hey wh
th Eternal,
the mountains
and a
ubsistent,
gainst that
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Lord! Oh, Hi
ble script which
h little wit
ther! Guide! L
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the lotus--r
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lips into the
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reaming, where f
endid, when the
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th summ
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sters; courts o
warble over gl
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the time
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sparkle at the
asures in the
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ide hips richly
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hair unbound, an
he palace maids
ent hea
ates. Through the
y and neat, and
p along, ech
ll men's hearts
service
andal-scented br
ls--weaving with
iadems--their
t and thigh, in
caught
y their robes--
dnight--and the
veil too ai
oftness; so, with
s her eag
winnowed from t
sts between those
and bird, and c
ngs amid the s
on. With l
nces, and coy sm
ances newly s
fire of Love's
the season w
est moons
lvered terrace
hts drunken, thos
row there shall
tched them, pale
still Nigh
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aven, until the s
shows for dazzli
ome and love, j
to res
hed, with muzzle
ms yearning, h
brassy sky, bank
mise. "There wil
eyond th
are, his hooded
trailing o'er
es to nighest
h the peacock's
ent foem
afowl, wholly
ning, droop wi
make to slay th
shelter under
spread
d, the kingly
t howling, orbs
eed the elepha
ongue, and hangs
hty for
lephants that
nd sucking with
he blazing day
finding water
rch--a wo
nout rooting th
grasses on the
grunting ill-c
eld them from th
ep as th
misery of his
e-darting ball--
d, crawls croaki
nake's coils, whe
shade; an
such heat, scor
ruel on his v
tongue, as the
coolness--all
his strange
tender-growin
lowing, hath no
ad, its fearful
elephants its
o a mir
roping from his
lips, horns lai
uth, and thirst-
from his mount
on in w
er channel. Ba
, where the cro
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ing to the bu
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ls. Far o'er th
righted eye, be
rass: the fore
ers waned; its
atures
ew--blood-red an
ng new on the
ongue, fanned by
the palms, cane
d in o
h! The confla
n, roars from
ers through the
the curling gr
he riv
k! Dreadful th
cotton-tree--a
k from root an
ughs and leave
ssing--
erds, elephants,
of such fate
, burst for
tween fair isl
s they ma
t Beloved! may "
cret waters cool
f lotus beds, and
while Moonlight weav
Nights and Days of
e-palaces, with
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22-
E EDWARD
t to Oxford in October, 1841. There, as also at school, he won scholarship and prize, and showed poetical talent. He was elected a fellow of Oriel in March, 1845. He taught for a short time at Rugby, but in 1847 became private secretary to Lord Lansdowne, who in 1851 appointed him school inspector. From that time he was engaged mainly in educational labors, as inspector and commissioner
as 'Essays in Criticism,' issued in 1865. Throughout his mature life he was a constant writer, and his collected works of all kinds now fill eleven volumes, exclusive of his letters. In 1857 he was elected Professor of Poetry at Oxford, and there began his career as a lecturer; and this method of public expression he employ
hieved distinction as a critic and as a poet; but although he was earlier in the field as a poet, he was recognized by the public at large first as a critic. The union of the two functions is not unusual in the history of literature; but where success has been attained in both, the critic has commonly sprung from the poet in the man, and his range and quality have been limited thereby. It was so with Dryden and Wordsworth
de warrant. The writer who exercises his critical function under it, however, is plainly a reformer at heart, and labors for the social welfare. He is not an analyst of the form of art for its own sake, or a contemplator of its substance of wisdom or beauty merely. He is not limited to literature or the other arts of expression, but the world
rpose, is it not clear that by "critic" and "criticism" Arnold intended to designate, or at least to convey, something peculiar to his own conception,--not strictly related to literature at all, it may be, but more closely tied to society in its general mental activity? In other words, Arnold was a critic of civilization more than of books, and aimed at illum
eas is most surprising, though the fact is somewhat cloaked by the lucidity of his thought, its logical vigor, and the manner of its presentation. He takes a text, either some formula of his own or some adopted phrase that he has made his own, and from that he starts out only to return to it again and again with ceaseless iteration. In his illustrations, for example, when he has pilloried some poor gentleman, otherwise unknown, for the astound
ll that he touches. He seems to have no more to say. It is probable that his acquaintance with literature was incommensurate with his reputation or apparent scope as a writer. As he has fewer ideas than any other author of his time of the same rank, so he discloses less knowledge of his own or foreign literatures. His occupations forbade wide acquisition; h
n says in his essay on the poetry of Arnold is so apposite here that it will be
he critic's mind is occupied with the form as distinguished from the substance of the Homeric poetry. Even when he concerns himself with the greatest modern poets,--with Shakespeare as in the preface to the earlier edition of his poems, or with Goethe in reiterated poetical criticisms, or when he again and again in his poems treats of Wordsworth,--it is always the style and superficial doctrine of their poetry, not the individual character and unique genius, which occupy him. He will tell you whether a poet is 'sane and clear,' or stormy and fervent; whether he is
says on Byron, Keats, Wordsworth, Milton, or Gray, to cause us to revise the judgment on this point. In fact, so
e work itself final, and endeavor simply to understand it,--form and matter,--and so to mediate between genius and our slower intelligence. He followed neither the psychological nor the aesthetic method. It need hardly be said that he was born too early to be able ever to conceive of l
made them feel that they were becoming cosmopolitan by knowing Joubert; or at home, he rallied them in opposition to the dullness of the period, to "barbarism" or other objectionable traits in the social classes: and he volleyed contempt upon the common multitudinous foe in general, and from time to time cheered them with some delectable examples of single combat. It cannot be concealed that there was much malicious pleasure in it all. He was not indisposed to high-bred cruelty. Like Lamb
th serenity and security unassailable, from within at least--this academic "clearness and purity without shadow or stain" had an overpowering charm to the college-bred and cultivated, who found the rare combination of information, taste, and aggressiveness in one of their own ilk. Above all,
best thrives even in its own sphere; and through him this temper becomes less individual than social, encompassing the whole of life. Few critics have been really less "disinterested," few have kept their eyes less steadily "upon the object": but that fact does not lessen the value of his precepts of disinterestedness and objectivity; nor is it necessary, in becoming "a child of light," to join in spirit the unhappy "remnant" of
gh his unproductiveness in later years has made it appear that he was less fluent and abundant in verse than he really was. The remarkable thing, as one turns to his poems, is the contrast in spirit that they afford to the es
not the human being, that he portrays. As a poet, he expresses the moods of the meditative spirit in view of nature and our mortal existence; and he represents life, not lyrically by its changeful moments, nor tragically by its conflict in great characters, but philosophically by a self-contained and unvarying monologue, deeper or less deep in feeling and with cadences of tone, but always with the same gra
later and stoical time, with the very virtues of patience, endurance, suffering, not in their Christian types, but as they now seem to a post-Christian imagination looking back to the imperial past. There is a difference, it is true, in Arnold's expression of the mood: he is as little Sophoclean as he is Homeric, as little Lucretian as he is Vergilian. The temperament is not the same, not a survival or a revival of the antique, but original and living. And yet the mood of the verse is felt at once to be a reincarnation of the deathless spirit of Hellas, that in other ages also has made beautiful and solemn for a time the shadowed places of the Christian world. If one does not realize this, he must miss the secret of the tranquillity, the
s of what that movement of mind is, and interested in the literary productions that reflect it. It might be fairly urged that I have less poetical sentiment than Tennyson, and less intellectual vigor and abundance than Browning; yet because I have, perhaps, more of a fusion of the two than either of them, and have more regularly applied that fusion to the main line of modern development, I am like
nd obtained an inspiration, and was seeking the goal of all his being. In the method of approach, too, as well as in the character of the experience, there was a profound difference between the two poets. Arnold sees with the outward rather than the inward eye. He is pictorial in a way that Wordsworth seldom is; he uses detail much more, and gives a group or a scene with the externality of a painter. The method resembles that of Tennyson rather than that of Wordsworth, and has more direct analogy with the Greek manner than with the mode
alks and all t
red and whit
t-flowers a
rd the cuckoo
ld, through the
lleying rain and
oice"! Or to take another notable example, which, like the Oxus passage, is a fine c
huntsman, c
im a fresh
r forest-kno
k round him,
ar rustles
unds snuff th
hounds keep
thy dogs in
and with
tasseled
cal art, with that accent of forethought which turns the beautiful into the aesthetic. This is a method which Wordsworth never used. Take one of his pictures, the 'Reaper' for example, and see the difference. The one is out-of-doors, the other is of the studio. The purpose of these illustrations is to
stic stress," and a near and intimate revelation to the soul of truths that were his greatest joy and support in existence. Arnold finds there no inhabitancy of God, no such streaming forth
, the mute t
hills about
that falls
rawled rocks,
lend their
r rather th
human life to nothingness,--it is in these ways that nature has value in Arnold's verse. Such a poet may describe natural scenes well, and obtain by means of them contrast to human conditions, and decorative beauty; but he does not penetrate nature or interpret what her significance is in the human spirit, as the more emot
d, salt, estr
eems ancient rather than modern, the feeling of a Greek
ling is moral, the predominant impression is of austerity; if it is intellectual, the predominant impression is of sadness. He was not in
e, let u
r! for the wo
us like a la
so beautif
ther joy, nor l
nor peace, nor
rt as the most remarkable of all his lyrics. From a poet so deeply impressed with this aspect of existence, and unable to find its remedy or its counterpart in the harmony of life, no joyful or hopeful word can be expected, and none is found. The second thing about life which he dwells on is its futility; though he bids one strive and work, and points to the example of the strong whom he has known, yet one feels that his voice rings more true when he writes of Obermann than in any other of the elegiac poems. In such verse as the 'Summer Night,' again, the genuineness of the moo
ookish atmosphere of the verse, in its vocabulary, its elegance of structure, its precise phrase and its curious allusions (involving footnotes), and in fact, throughout all its form and structure. So self-conscious is it that it becomes frankly prosaic at inconvenient times, and is more often on the level of eloquent and graceful rhetoric than of poetry. It is frequently liquid and melodious, bu
ion of private life he is shown to have been a man of exceptional constancy and plainness. The letters are mainly home letters; but a few friendships also yielded up their hoard, and thus the circle of private life is made complete. Every one must take delight in the mental association with Arnold in the scenes of his existence, thus daily
nd the humanity of his home, the gift that these letters bring may be appreciated. That gift is the man himself; but set in the atmosphere of home, with son-ship and fatherhood, sisters and brothers, with the bereavements of years fully accomplished, and those of babyhood and boyhood,--a sweet and wholesome English home,
GENCE A
says in
eristics, energy and honesty; and if we are judged favorably and positively, not invidiously and negatively, our chief characteristics are no doubt these: energy and honesty, not an open and clear mind, not a quick and flexible intelligence. Openness of mind and flexibility of intelligence were very signal characteristics of the Athenian people in ancient times; everybody will feel that. Openness of mind and flexibility of intelligence
te its probable special line of successful activity in the intellectual sphere, and, it is true, certain imperfections and failings to which in this sphere it will always be subject. Genius is mainly an affair of energy, and poetry is mainly an affair of genius; therefore a nation whose spirit is characterized by energy may well be eminent in poetry;--and we have Shakespeare. Again, the highest reach of science is, one may say, an inventive power, a faculty of divination, akin to the highest power exercised in poetry; therefore a nation whose spirit is characterized by energy may well be eminent in science;--and we have Newton.
n which they depend, will more or less suffer by this shortcoming. In poetry, however, they are after all secondary, and energy is the first thing; but in prose they are of first-rate importance. In its prose literature, therefore, and in the routine of intellectual work generally, a nation with no particular gifts for these will not be so successful. These are what, as I have said, can to a certain degree be learned and appropriated, while the free activity of genius cannot. Academies consecrate and maintain them, and therefore a nation with an eminent turn for them naturally establishes academies. So far as routine and autho
from the very same defects which impair his prose, and he cannot express himself with thorough success in it, but how much more powerful a personage does he appear in it, by dint of feeling and of originality and movement of ideas, than when he is writing prose! With a Frenchman of like stamp, it is just the reverse: set him to write poetry, he is limited, artificial, and impotent; set him to write prose, he is free, natural, and effective. The power of Fre
s the sequel to the literature of the French "great century," to this literature of intelligence, as by comparison with our Elizabethan literature we may call it; what did it lead up to? To the French literature of the eighteenth century, one of the most powerful and pervasive intellectual agencies that have ever existed,--the greatest European force of the eighteenth century. In science, again, we had Newton, a genius of the very highest order, a type of genius in science if ever there was one. On the continent, as a sort of counterpart to Newton, there was Leibnitz; a man, it seems to me (though on these matters I speak under correction), of much les
ESS AN
lture an
as curiosity; it is valued either out of sheer vanity and ignorance, or else as an engine of social and class distinction, separating its holder, like a badge or title, from other people who have not got it. No serious man would call this culture, or attach any
d in the word curiosity, thinking enough was said to stamp M. Sainte-Beuve with blame if it was said that he was impelled in his operations as a critic by curiosity, and omitting either to perceive that M. Sainte-Beuve himself, and many other people with him, would consider that this was praiseworthy and not blameworthy, or to point out why it ought really to be accounted worthy of blame and not of praise. For as there is a curiosity about intellectual matters which is futile, and merely a disease, so there is certainly a curiosity--a desire after the things of the mind simply for their own sakes and for the pleasure of seeing them as they are--which is, in an intelligent being, natural and
, the noble aspiration to leave the world better and happier than we found it,--motives eminently such as are called social,--come in as part of the grounds of culture, and the main and pre-eminent part. Culture is then properly described not as having its origin in curiosity, but as having its origin in the love of perfection; it is a study of perfection. It moves by the force, not merely or
turities of this, for a basis of action: what distinguishes culture is, that it is possessed by the scientific passion as well as by the passion of doing good; that it demands worthy notions of reason and the will of God, and does not readily suffer its own crude conceptions to substitute themselves for them. And knowing that no action or institut
a broad basis, must have sweetness and light for as many as possible. Again and again I have insisted how those are the happy moments of humanity, how those are the marking epochs of a people's life, how those are the flowering times for literature and art and all the creative power of genius, when there is a national glow of life and thought, when the whole of society is in the fullest measure permeated by thought, sensible to beauty, intelligent and alive. Only it must be real thought and real beauty; real sweetness and real light. Plenty of people will try to give the masses, as they call them, an intellectual food prepared and adapted in the way they think proper for the actual condition of the masses. The ordinary popular literature is an example of t
s emotion and enthusiasm which Abélard excited. Such were Lessing and Herder in Germany, at the end of the last century; and their services to Germany were in this way inestimably precious. Generations will pass, and literary monuments will accumulate, and works far more perfect than the works of Lessing and Herder will be produced in Germany; and yet the names of these two men will fill a German with a reverence and enthusiasm such as the names of the most gifted masters will hardly awaken. And why? Because they humanized knowledge; because they broadened the basis of life and intelligence; because they worked powerfully to diffuse sweetness and light, to make reason and the will of God p
c class, who of this passion, too, as of the passion for asserting one's personal liberty, are the great natural stronghold. The care of the Barbarians for the body, and for all manly exercises; the vigor, good looks, and fine complexion which they acquired and perpetuated in their families by these means,--all this may be observed still in our aristocratic class. The chivalry of the Barbarians, with its characteristics of high spirit, choice manners, and distinguished bearing,--what is this but the attractive commencement of the politeness of our aristocratic class? In some Barbarian noble, no doubt, one would have admired, if one could have been then alive to see it, the rudiments of our politest peer. Only, all this culture (to call it by that name) of the Barbarians was an exterior culture mainly. It consisted principally in outward gifts and graces, in looks, manners, accomplishments, prowess. The chief inward gifts which had part in it were the most exterior, so to speak, of inward gifts, those which come nearest to outward ones; they were courage, a high spirit, self-confidence. Far within, and unawakened, lay a whole range of powers o
s, name the former, in my own mind, The Barbarians. And when I go through the country, and see this and that beautiful an
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spreads the w
our marges
that their l
s soon as ki
vain their d
d their sev
twixt their
ed, salt, e
OF THE AUTHOR OF
he awful A
p its ro
torm-winds d
er it, i
the aband
heir mead
are on the
are on t
ists rollin
he torre
ann, all spe
ee near o
eaves! I fee
re upon
languor, col
oded o'er
or wretch, wh
d to cas
k in thy own
ort from
n these p
he calm t
human sp
its bed
the virgin
ugh these
se leaves the
of their
a mountain-m
dark-bou
u read, you h
gh-pastur
the hum of
ding mou
know not wh
man a
his, becaus
too deep
mann! the
loves th
turn, thou
we feel t
ess tangle
ast scanne
thou sit
composed
clear, thy f
y thy
tched, not sha
the day
es with the
renounced
me, then! Clo
u, O seer
thought is dr
d is col
t pleasures,
e who com
ing on thy
ing sigh
here the slo
, hast t
h chalet-do
er-day g
steal o'er
pale croc
t glimmering
the pi
's waters,
hed the
e distant pe
the air
ts of the e
e pine bra
felt thysel
, and we
eams that b
sad guid
drives me;
my life
unknown Po
a rigoro
, when we w
n we wil
ld must live
lanchol
thou can'st
me, nor
t gone away
with those
n of the Se
orld could
hether thou
-loved in
of whose blu
and Me
gracious r
clear-rus
d pines of
round thy g
e dusty vi
n that gr
peasant st
ve strang
clear thy mo
lods on
r, by mal
e swarms
een granit
eine rolls
al of Ple
y-heard-o
Under the
stern Al
will! O b
a last f
L VERSE
imar sleeps,
aw Byron's st
death remai
oetic voic
day by Words
eyes were s
head and he
s little; b
like the th
ng heart the
n with et
ith rever
the fount o
for that Ti
death was to
is Europe's
n of the
done his
suffering
wound, each w
his finger
ou ailest he
on Europe'
ream and fe
d down the wel
l of expir
end is e
truth, take
s happy,
things, an
o see the
and insan
ng fate, b
!--Ah, pale gh
as such soo
shadowy wor
t morn, some
ear song of
s, and the m
as gone from
feel his
pon a wi
n--on thi
sputes, distr
when the a
n its benum
loosed our h
as we lay
, flowery l
from us and
e round us, a
he sunlit f
s felt the w
turned; for
that had lo
d up and clo
ss of the e
k days still
ce and man's
store us in
e mind and B
ill Europe'
ordsworth's
teach us h
fear our bre
strengthen
who, will m
of morta
front it fea
him, will
he grass upo
ith thy li
y best! for
ice right, n
KING IN
SS
st Vizier
rchants, and
r dues, this
ase, and ca
VI
ts, tarry
okhara! b
come, and y
th web of c
is, and g
lead me t
f sweet tales
and the ot
it with
SS
on
rayer-time,
without
at window
into the
the sellers' b
bringing th
ere is the
E
, I may
VI
know'st, I
days, and h
shut my ear
hat thou d
that I may
if thou wil
order what h
E
be it as t
SS
nce, at the t
Moollah, w
nd dust upo
d's coming for
mace-bear
he King's fee
O King, an
at sinner,
d by the la
nce, O
King s
this, that h
or what dr
t, prick him w
e fellow fr
said, so w
osque my lor
morrow wh
again, th
ore him, as
he square his
running, flec
rday, and
ost earnest
King, do ri
ou, ere thou
k folly?
hing be gre
hears and
thou! Thou kno
days the sun
een water i
utrid pud
al, that fr
d is brough
runs thinn
ightfall ha
in a dark
mulberry tr
ol; and in
e water tha
pitcher, a
having dri
can behind
on the roo
night, which
g dust, ag
ng fever,
le had my br
itcher, whe
door upon
my mother;
e thirsty,
drained the p
te with it,
ill wet, when
I, being fe
st also), a
d cursed them--
mother--Now
mused a spac
way, sirs,
madman!" th
bade, so w
at the sel
s path, beho
, sternly fi
site, and
down:--"Thou
e thou shoulds
howl in the
u wilt not
ou pray, and g
e shall to m
wear, from t
stir till I
ho stood ab
together an
King stood f
riests thou s
the Ulema
g heard, the
ed him, as
stoning on
g charged u
he be, the
seek to fly
not, but
the King to
softly;--b
at joy upo
and cried no
e lot it was,
thick and bru
ed Allah wit
ed kneelin
d covered
told him, "
m quickly
o me his corp
while I sp
bearers o
y straightway
r ye who t
VI
this I prai
call thy gr
riend, or o
h favor in
thine own m
rt king, and
meet the bal
ere broken
nothing,
ause make sa
! Three king
reigning i
ugh all this
the burden
rangers pain
n those who
ust have, wi
is the grie
one, which m
d white, and
oads than t
not well ma
each are his
h him, and s
is but one
great; all th
bear to h
ight vex him s
ve sorrow, a
men make ch
ave pity on
this dead d
E
thou art o
ese things
burning,
kin which
this, ye s
ar rule, and
more stron
ir turn ob
efore, with
hither, th
by the high-
re in the
py he, who
raiment, s
rought, all ki
squares of
served in dr
h a king po
ades, ename
orchard-cl
ruit-trees bro
ns for the
desert, s
places--if
lightened, w
ll be not
be not, fr
s planted
sinner, th
hirst, and d
we take wha
t snatch i
meat and dr
f treasures
ick, nor h
would, I
eat honor w
ad, will soo
neither jo
can do, t
retted bri
l on the r
close of
road of S
Vizier, w
y pity cou
g up the ma
his body i
, nard, and
blood, set sm
"He was not
king shall
ER
is calm
full, the mo
;--on the French
ne; the cliffs o
vast, out in th
ndow, sweet is
the long li
meets the moon
hear the g
the waves draw
urn, up the
ase, and the
us cadence s
l note of
les lo
the Aegean,
d the turbid
an mis
n the sound
this distant
ea of
the full, and ro
lds of a bright
w I on
y, long, with
ng, to t
ind, down the
shingles o
, let us
! for the worl
us like a la
so beautif
ther joy, nor l
nor peace, no
ere as on a
sed alarms of st
nt armies cl
DEPEN
self, and s
and what I
s prow I stand,
wards, o'er t
of passio
and to the
y childhood up
, compose m
" I cried, "ye
your mighty
let me, as I
becoming va
clear, star-sown
it sea's u
g night-air ca
be as these ar
by the silen
by the sigh
t that the thin
ove, amuseme
he stars perfor
ts long moon-
they live, nor
r of some di
hemselves, an
God's other
asks all their
the mighty
e! long since,
ne in mine own
e thyself; an
mself, loses
M THE GRAND
in your gl
seats of
d forms, and f
ssess my
thoughts be
by hourly f
d cries your
time's expl
holy, sci
mood, and ou
world ha
r sciolist
be passed,
restlessnes
ceforth no
ut-dated s
ess of gri
us not the
cannot giv
race of them
us to die o
e people w
e years engr
e best are
ponders i
modern thou
are, though
o see the
e grief men
ntend and c
watered with
time where
s were in a
ithin their
me ocean rou
mute and wa
ailed it, a
of the fo
ir sons achie
e lighter n
died, they lef
ich tortured
it now that
corn which moc
ope to the
of his ble
nds counted
made his
, Shelley! th
hy lovely
hrough It
thy soft blue
s of thy
hearts one t
easier to
! the sad,
s how thou hi
rce tempest
brakes of Fo
near the
in your sil
which for
ur mood of
ath flung he
trifler brea
earnt your l
perhaps, ma
nate, alas
t hardness w
without
orld, oh, spe
e wait, all
MMER
ted, moon-bl
ings the ech
s, which I g
white, unop
s the world
ween the ho
lost behind
dewy dark
e far hori
tract of he
y mind t
sudden
t, and a far d
od out into t
rly as
-tide's br
azzlingl
ith long
he gliste
hrough th
cradled mounta
was far m
restless paci
inly throbbing
me bright,
moonlight s
still the old
her deaden
feels the
he spirit fro
tuates t
assion qui
benumbed by th
know not
hat I am, or
the other
in a brazen
the sun'
o'er their toi
some unmeanin
ught beyond th
year aft
s of their ba
tired han
t comes
slowly down ov
e they t
ful thought by whi
eir prison
g seen nothing
e rest
ir prison
e ocean of
d prisoner, wh
h will
know how t
c on th
hich cross it
s some false w
ng signs,
g wind and bl
mpest strikes h
ning burs
driving
aster on his s
hed face an
the rud
ke some port he
or some false, i
ner come
and through the
inter wreck an
sappears, and
life, but
lave, must
earness without
ness
e pure dark regi
ugh so calm, an
oubled and u
oble, share in t
sked, keep free f
that your mil
ay be, of the
deeply once, and
ather say th
man's head,
might his soul
of what clea
to live there,
r a lot
to each
ETTER
undless hopes,
ou spurn'st al
one says, "was
s from Heaven,
when we have d
hrist," thou answe
Heaven records n
utes our life w
hou; but why n
cond life?--Pit
udge in Heaven
then, the inw
man like us?-
oo, can be su
LAST
to thy n
let no mo
nset! all
lf must br
ng content
ans, and swa
ave it how
ired; best
thee, hissed t
fared thus
ringing shot
ged--and s
more, then,
ctors, whe
forts of
body by
HURIAN
o Twelfth
CHARD
n Brittany or in Wales, had been growing and changing for some centuries, before the fanciful 'Historia Britonum' of Geoffrey of Monmouth flushed them with color and filled them with new life. Through the version of the good Benedictine they soon became a vehicle for
y was made in French about 1270, by the Italian Rustighello of Pisa; in German, about two centuries later, by Ulrich Füterer; and in English by Sir Thomas Malory in his 'Morte d'Arthur,' finished "the ix. yere of the reygne of kyng Edward the Fourth," and one of the first books published in England by Caxton, "emprynted and fynysshed in th'abbey Westmestre the last day of July, the yere of our Lord MCCCCLXXXV." It is of interest to note, as an indication of the popularity of the Arthurian legends, that Caxton printed the 'Morte d'Arthur' eight years before he
that touching interview in the second cycle of the Inferno between the poet and Francesca da Rimini, which Carlyle has called "a thing woven out
ne
ght, we read
hralled. Alone
us. Oft-times
drawn togeth
ltered cheek. B
When of that
mile, raptur
in love, then
separate, at
issed. The book
veyors. In its
ad no
e, Boiardo, Ariosto, and Tasso, by Hans Sachs in Germany, by Spenser
st chiefs of
such legends
re read in our tong, sauyng certaine bookes of Cheualrie, as they sayd, for pastime and pleasure, which, as some say, were made in Monasteries, by idle Monkes, or wanton Chanons; as one for example, 'Morte Arthure': the whole pleasure of
of the 'Faerie Queene,' "is to fashion a gentleman or noble person in vertuous and gentle discipline;" and for this purpose he therefore "chose the historye of King Arthure
English language. Milton intended at one time that the subject of the great poem for which he was "pluming his wings" should be King Arthur, as may be seen, i
acred feet have
made august th
uched and left th
, and when the Restoration gave him leisure once more to court the Muse, he had come to doubt
t re
romance of U
-"For who Arthur was, and whether ever any such reign'd in Brita
King Arthur, meditated, according to Sir Wal
n in immor
the Table R
ribald Ki
l on to make
m,' and where the manuscript was defective, composed a portion aft
ip do t
es that
es do th
fferent
e of B
e white
ip she
ng to
seyl tho m
er la
annye ne
murning
g on
streme
con s
yn did s
re con
r
lovers
schal
Charles Swinburne, in England; Edgar Quinet in France; Wilhelm Hertz, L. Schneegans, F. Roeber, in Germany; Richard Hovey in America. There have been many other approved variations on Arthurian themes, such as James Russell Lowell's 'Vision of Sir Launfal,' and Richard Wagner's operas, 'Lohengrin,' 'Tristan and I
mony with its inherent nature and spirit. It is recognized that the stuff whereof great poetry is made is not the arbitrary creation of the poet, and cannot be manufactured to order. "Genuine poetic material," it has been said, "is handed down in the imagination of man from generation to generation, changing its spirit according to the spirit of each age, and reaching its full development only when in the course of time the favorable conditions coincide." Inasmuch as the subject-matter of the Arthurian legends is not the cre
adequate which leaves out of consideration the history of the subject-matter, and its treatment by other poets; which, in short, ignores its possibilities and its significance. With respect to the origin and the early history of the Arthurian legend, much remains to be established. Whether its original home was in Wales, or among the neighboring Celts across the sea in Brittany, whither many of the Celts of Britain fled a
oly Grail cycle, (4) the Launcelot cycle, (5) the Tristan cycle,--which at first developed independently, were, in the latter h
obably a leader of the Celtic tribes of England in their struggles with the Saxon invade
those, till our
once more on
solace in song for the hard facts of life. In the fields of imagination he won the victories denied him on the field of battle, and he clustered these triumphs against the enemies of his race about the name and the person of the magnanimous Arthur. When the descendants of the Saxons were in their turn overcome by Norman conquerors, the heart of the Celtic world was profoundly stirred. Ancient memories awoke, and, yearning for the restoration of British greatness, men rehearsed the deeds of him who had been king, and of whom it was proph
h additions and modifications, Layamon reproduced Wace. So the story grew. In the mean time, other poets in other lands had taken up the theme, connecting with it other cycles of legend already in existence. In 1205, when Layamon wrote his 'Brut,' unnumbered versions of the history of King Arthur, with which had been woven the legend of the Holy Grail, had already appeared among the principal nations of
r's knights. The "peers" of the Charlemagne legend are thus transformed into knights-errant, who fight for ladies and for honor. The result of this interpenetration of the two cycles is a splendid world of love and cortesia, whose constituent elements it defies the Arthurian scholar to trace. Truly, as Dr. Sommer has said in his erudite edition of Malory's 'La Morte d'Arthur.' "The origin and relationship to one another of these branches of romance, whether in prose or in verse, are involved in great obscurity." He adds that it would a
, with hints from local tales, supplied all the bases that Geoffrey had. But his son, Professor Gaston Paris, in his 'Littérature Fran?aise au Moyen Age,' emphasizes the importance of the "Celtic" contribution, as does also Mr. Alfred N
d. He gained personal distinction only as a virtuoso. The permanent elements of what he presented, the material, the ideas, even the style and metre, already existed. The work of the singer was only a ripple in the stream of national poetry. Who can say how much the
nt form (i.e., about a half-century after Geoffrey), says:--"Compared with the unknown poets who gave their present shape to the 'Nibelungenlied' or to the 'Chanson de Roland,' he is an individual writer; but he is far from deserving this epithet even in the sense that Chaucer deserves
the relation of all these versions to one another? Which are the oldest, and which are copies, and of what versions are they copies? What is the land of their origin, and what is the significance of their symbolism? These problems, weighty in tracing the growth of medi?val ideals,
e closing decades of the twelfth century and in the century following. Tho
first warbler, w
e melodious b
times of gr
ds that e
aroused the zeal of poets. The famous troubadour Bernard de Ventadorn--"with whom," says Ten Brink, "the Proven?al art-poesy entered upon the period of its florescence"--followed her to England, and addressed to her his impassioned verse. Wace, the Norman-French trouvere, dedicated to her his 'Brut.' The ruling classes of England at this time were truly cosmopolitan, familiar with the poetic material o
rned with princesses of the East as their brides, and these were accompanied by splendid trains, including minstrels and poets. Thus Europe gathered in new poetic material, which stimulated and developed the poetical activity of the age. Furthermore, the Crusades had aroused an intense idealism, which, as always, deman
rimathea from Palestine to Britain, but was now, alas, vanished quite from the sight of man. It was the holy quest for this sacred vessel, to which the knights of the Round Table now bound themselves,--this "search for the supernatural," this "struggle for the spiritual," this blending of the spirit of Christianity with that of chivalry,--which immediately transformed the Arthurian legend, and gave to its heroes immortality. At once a new spirit breathes in the old legend. In a
impelled to reply to Berengar, who had been his personal friend; and he did so in the 'Liber Scintillarum,' which was a vigorous, indeed a violent, defense of the doctrine denied by Berengar. Berengar died in 1088; but he left a considerable body of followers. The heretics were anathematized by the Second Lateran Ecumenical Counci
y defined. In the mean time there was interminable discussion respecting the nature of this "real presence," respecting transubstantiation and consubstantiation and impanation, respecting the actual presence of the body and blood of Christ under the appearance of the bread and wine, or the presence of the body and blood together with the bread and wine. The professor of philosophy in the University of Oxford, who passes daily through Logic Lane, has said that there the followers of Duns Scotus and Thomas Aquinas were wont to come to blows in the eagerness of their discussion
s treatment of the sin of Guinevere and Launcelot, and the treatment of the theme by Tennyson. Malory's Arthur is not so much wounded by the treachery of Launcelot, of whose relations to Guinevere he had long been aware, as he is angered at Sir Modred for making public those disclosures which made it necessary for him and Sir Launcelot to "bee at debate." "Ah! Agravaine, Agravaine," cries the King, "Jesu forgive it thy soule! for thine evill will that thou and thy brother Sir Modred had unto Sir Launcelot hath caused all this sorrow.... Wit you well my heart was never so heavie as
ue to dream un
not made his life so sweet that
ive thee, a
ives
an on our fair
hat world wher
et before hig
o me, and cla
e of the noblest pass
hing also on the Tristan of Hans Sachs, and the Tristram who, because he is true to love, is the darling of the old romances, and is there--notwithstanding that his love is the wedded wife of a
orship. The poem belonged to him who could recall it. And as each minstrel felt free to adopt whatever poem he found or heard that pleased him, so he felt free also to modify the incidents thereof, guided only by his experience as to what pleased his hearers. Hence the countless variations in the treatment of the theme, and the value of the conclusions that may be drawn as to the moral sentiment of an age, the quality of whose moral judgments is indicated by the prevailing tone of the songs which persisted because they pleased. Unconformable variations, which express the view of an individual rather than the view of a people, may have come down to us in an accidentally preserved manuscript; but the songs which were sung by the poets of all lands give expression to the view of life of the age, and reveal the morals and the ideals of nations, whose history in this respect may otherwise be lost to us. What some of these ideals were, as revealed
F MONMOUTH'S 'H
FATHER, IN THE KINGDOM OF B
as then only fifteen years old, but a youth of such unparalleled courage and generosity, joined with that sweetness of temper and innate goodness, as gained for him universal love. When his coronation was over, he, according to usual custom, showed his bounty and munificence to the people. And such a number of soldiers flocked to him upon it that his treasury was not able to answer that vast expense. But such a spirit of generosity, joined with valor, can never long want means to support itself. Arthur, therefore, the better to keep up his munificence, resolved to make use of his cou
HE TREACHEROUS SAXONS, OF WH
xample, who condescended to lay down his life for his brethren. If, therefore, any of you shall be killed in this war, that death itself, which is suffered in so glorious a cause, shall be to him for penance and absolution of all his sins." At these words, all of them, encouraged with the benediction of the holy prelate, instantly armed themselves.... Upon [Arthur's shield] the picture of the blessed Mary, Mother of God, was painted, in order to put him frequently in mind of her.... In this manner was a great part of that day also spent; whereupon Arthur, provoked to see the little advantage he had yet gained, and that victory still continued in sus
REASES HIS
ts. At length the fame of his munificence and valor spreading over the whole world, he became a terror to the kings of other countries, who grievously feared the loss of their dominions if he should make any attempt upon them.... Arthur formed a design for the conquest of all Europe.... At the end of nine years, in which time all the parts of Gaul were entirely reduced, Arthur returned back to Paris, where he kept his court, and
DS A SOLEM
for on one side it was washed by that noble river, so that the kings and princes from the countries beyond the seas might have the convenience of sailing up to it. On the other side, the beauty of the meadows and groves, and magnificence of the royal palaces, with lofty, gilded roofs that adorned it, made it even rival the grandeur of Rome. It was also famous for two churches: whereof one was built in honor of the martyr Julius, and adorned with a choir of virgins, who had devoted themselves wholly to the service of God; but the other, which was founded in memory of St. Aaron, his companion, and maintained a convent of canons, was the third metropolitan church of Britain. Besides, there was a college of two hundred philosophers, w
ere followed a retinue of women, making all imaginable demonstrations of joy. When the whole procession was ended, so transporting was the harmony of the musical instruments and voices, whereof there was a vast variety in both churches, that the knights who attended were in doubt which to prefer, and therefore crowded from the one to the other by turns, and were far from being tired with the solemnity, though the whole day had been spent in it. At last, when divine service was over at both churches, the king and queen put off their crowns, and putting on their lighter ornaments, went to the banquet, he to one palace with the men, she to another with the women. For the Britons still observed the ancient custom of Troy, by which the men and women used to celebrate their festivals apart. When they had all taken their seats according to precedence, Caius, the sewer, in rich robes of ermine, with a thousand young noblemen, all in like manner clothed with ermine, served up the dishes. From anoth
AT THE CORONATION, ARTHUR
rage them. Others spent the remainder of the day in other diversions, such as shooting with bows and arrows, tossing the pike, casting of heavy stones and rocks, playing at dice and the like, and all these inoffensively and without quarreling. Whoever gained the victory in any of these sports was awarded with a rich prize by Arthur. In this manner
DRED THE GOVERNMENT OF BRITAIN,
er his landing at the port of Rutupi, and joining battle with him, made a very great slaughter of his men.... After they had at last, with much difficulty, got ashore, they paid back the slaughter, and put Modred and his army to flight. For by long practice in war they had learned an excellent way of ordering their forces; which was so managed that while their foot were employed either in an assault or upon the defensive, the horse would come in at fu
r from all parts of the field, maintained their ground with undaunted courage. The fight now grew more furious than ever, and proved fatal to almost all the commanders and their forces.... And even the renowned King Arthur himself was mortally w
HOLY
y's 'Morte
what is your name? I require you
, "wit ye well, my name i
the forrain countrey, and nigh cousi
old, and therewithal there was such a savor as though all the spicery of the world had been there; and forthwithal there was upon the table all manner of meates and drinkes that they could thinke u
r Launcelot, "wha
hen this thing goeth about, the round table shall bee broken. And wit ye well,"
uncelot led their lives t
RISTEN A
12-
ple he had begun to collect folk-tales and legends, and afterward, on long foot-tours undertaken in the pursuit of his favorite studies, he added to this store. In co-operation with his lifelong friend, J?rgen Moe, subsequently Bishop of Christiansand, he published in 1838 a first collection of folk-stories. In later years his study of folk-lore went on side by side with his study of zo?logy. At
ition until 1864, when he was sent by the government to Holland, Germany, and Denmark, to investigate the turf industry. On his return he was made the head of
s a collector of folk-lore has in a great measure overshadowed this phase of his activity. His greatest works are--'Norske Folke-eventyr' (Norwegian Folk Tales), in collaboration with Moe, which appeared in 1842-44, and subsequently in many editions; 'Norske Huldre-eventyr og Folkesagn' (Norwegian Fairy Tales and Folk Legends) in 1845. In the
untry, but has been widely translated into the other languages of Europe. Norwegian literature in particular owe
OF THE MO
Mountain-side. He and his wife lived in such harmony together, and were so well matched, that whatever the husband did, seem
rs lying at the bottom of a chest, and in the stall
e ought to have a few shillings in hand as well as others. The hundred dollars at the bottom of the chest we had better not touch; but I do not see wh
ok the cow and went to the town in order to sell it: but when h
ve both stall and collar for her, and it is no farther to go bac
etter to have than a pig;" so he made an exchange with the owner of the goat. He now walked on for an hour, when he met a man with a sheep; with him he exchanged his goat: "for," thought he, "it is always better to have a sheep than a goat." After walking some way again, meeting a man with a goose, he changed away the sheep for the goose; then going on a long way, he met a man with a cock, and thought to him
ne with you in town?
my luck, neither can I exactly complain of it." He then
get home to your wife," said his neighbor. "
; "but whether they are good or bad, I have such a gentle
eighbor; "but I do not think she w
untain-side. "I have got a hundred dollars in m
evening drew on, when they set out together for Gudbrand's house; having agreed that
ing," said
d his wife, "thank
e then began asking him ho
of; for when I reached the town there was no one w
e ought to ride to church as well as others; and if we can afford to keep a h
ot the horse; for as I went along the
pork and bacon in my house to offer anybody when they come to see us. What should we have done with a hors
laimed Gudbrand; "for when I had gone a littl
pig? People would only have said that we eat everything we own. Yes, now that I have a go
me the goat; for when I came a little furth
done with a goat? I must have climbed up the mountains and wandered through the valleys to bring it home in the evening. With a
Gudbrand, "for as I went a little fur
ave I much desire to toil and labor to make clothes; we can purchase clothing as we have hitherto: now I shall have roast goo
Gudbrand; "as I came on a little fu
st as good as if thou hadst bought an eight-day clock; for as the cock crows every morning at four o'clock, we can be stirring betimes. What
or when I had gone a long, long way, I became so hungry that I wa
e our own masters; we can lie as long as we like in the morning. God be praised, I have got thee here safe again, a
on your hundred dollars?" asked he of the nei
Thorpe in 'Yule-Tide S
IDOW'
and gain his own livelihood. So the youth set out, and after wandering about for a day or two he met a stranger. "Whither art thou going?" asked the man. "I am going out in the world to see if I can get employment," answe
and drink, and very little or nothing to do; bu
efrain, but went into one of the rooms. He looked around, but saw nothing except a shelf over the door, with a whip made of briar on it. "This was well worth forbidding me so strictly from seeing," thought the youth. When the eight days had passed the man came home again. "Thou hast not, I hope, been into any of my rooms," said he. "No, I ha
the forbidden rooms. In one apartment he found only a shelf over the door, on which lay a huge stone and a water-bottle. "This is also something to be in such fear about," thought the youth again. When the man came home, he asked whether he had been in any of the rooms. "No, he had not," was the answer. "I shall soon see," said the man; and when he found that the yout
rge copper kettle, that boiled and boiled, yet he could see no fire under it. "I should like to know if it is hot," thought the youth, dipping his finger down into it; but when he drew it up again he found that all his finger was gilt. He scraped and washed it, but the gilding was not to be removed; so he tied a rag over it, and when the man returned and asked him what was the matter
ed. One, two, even three weeks the youth refrained from entering the forbidden room; but then, having no longer any command over himself, he stole in. There stood a large black horse in a stall, with a trough
kill you. Now you must go up into the chamber above this, and take one of the suits of armor that hang there: but on no account take
ut nevertheless did so. When he had washed himself, he became comely and plump, and as red and white as milk and blood, and much stronger than before. "Are you sensible of any change?" asked the horse. "Yes," answered the youth. "Try to lift me,"
think I hear a noise. Look round: can you see anything?" "A great many men are coming after us,--certainly a scor
ining on them. "Throw now the thorn whip over your sho
or something wherewith to hew a road through the wood. After some time the horse again said, "Look back: can you see anything now?" "Yes, a whole multitude of pe
e horse again bade him look back: he then saw a multitude like a whole army; they were so bright that they glittered in the sun. "Well, that is the Troll with all his friends," said the horse. "Now throw the water bottle behind you, but take good care to spill nothing
drink it all up, and they gulped and gulped till th
only; lift my saddle off and hang everything up in that large hollow linden; make yourself then a wig of pine-moss, go to the royal palace whic
frightful." "That I cannot," answered the youth, "for I am not very clean in the head." "Dost thou think then that I will have thee in the kitchen, if such be the case?" said she; "go to the master of the horse: thou art fittest to carry muck from the stables." When the master of the horse told him to take off his wig, he got the same answer, so he refused to have him. "
en off his moss wig and was standing washing himself, and appeared so handsome it was a pleasure to look on him.
ervants will lie with him," answered the gardener. "Let him come this evening and lie by the do
stairs that evening he stamped and made such a noise that they were obliged to beg of him to go more gently, lest it might come to the king's knowledge. When within the chamber, he lay down and began immediately to snore. The princess then said to her waiting-maid, "Go gently and pull off his moss wig." Creeping softly toward him, she was about to snatch
esolved on putting him to death. This, however, he did not do, but cast him into prison, and his daughter he confined to her room, not allowing her to
he begged the jailer would go to the king for him, and propose to let him have armor and a sword, and allow him to follow to the war. All the courtiers laughed when the jailer made known his errand to the king. They begged
eating and calling to the jade, "Hie! wilt thou go? hie! wilt thou go?" This amused all the others, who laughed and jeered as they passed. But no sooner were they all
s attendants wondered who it could be that came to their help; but no one had been near enough to speak to him, and when the battle was over he was away. When they returne
assed by than he ran again to the linden, and everything took place as on the previous day. Every one wondered who the stranger warrior was
threw him his handkerchief that he might bind it about his leg. When they marched forth the third morning there sat the youth calling to his horse, "Hie! wilt thou go? hie! wilt thou go?" "No, no! he will stay there till he starves," said the king's men as
th great joy, and carried him with them up to the royal palace, and the princess, who saw them from her window, was so delighted no one could tell. "There com
w king, having obtained the half of the realm--spoke to him and asked him what he wanted, the horse said, "I have now helped thee forward in the world, and I will live no longer: thou must take thy sword, and cut my h
oke he was so distressed that he turned his face away; but no sooner had he struck
king of the country whose sovereign you slew yesterday; it was he who cast over me a horse's semblance, and sold me to the Troll. A
ds as long as they lived, and the
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in the flexible and simple use of his native tongue, but they had not surpassed him. The usage of the time was still to write works of importance in Latin, and Ascha
ing the study of the classics; but seems to have had a somewhat checkered academic career, both as student and teacher. His poverty was excessive, and he made many unsuccessful attempts to secure patronage and position; till at length, in 1545, he published his famous treatise on Archery, 'Toxophilus,' which he pres
post to return to Cambridge as public orator,--whence one may guess as a main reason for so excellent a teacher having so hard a time to live, that like many others he liked to talk about his profession better than to practice it. Going abroad shortly afterw
R AS
e was so well pleased with Ascham's theories that he, with others, entreated him to write a practical work on the subject. 'The Schoolmaster' argues in favor of gentleness rather than force on the part of an instructor. Then he commends his own method of teaching Latin by double translation, offers remarks on Latin prosody, and touches on other pedagogic themes. Both this and the 'Toxophilus' show a pure, straightforward, easy style. Contemporary tes
-5. There is an authoritative edition of the 'Schoolmaster' in the Arber Series of old English reprints.
ENESS IN
he Scho
if he dance not well, and cherish him though he learn not well, you shall have him unwilling to go to dance, and glad to go to his book; knock him always when he draweth his shaft ill, and favor him again though he fault at his book, you shall have him very loth to be in the field, and very willing to be in the school. Yea, I say more, and not of myself, but by the judgment of those from whom few wise men will gladly
e learned when we were young. And this is not strange, but common in all nature's works. "Every man seeth (as I said before) new wax is best for printing, new clay fittest for working, new-shorn wool aptest for soon and surest dyeing, new fresh flesh for good and durable salting." And this similitude is not rude, nor borrowed of the larder-house, but out of his school-house, of whom the wisest of England need not
into a right and plain way of learning; surely children kept up in God's fear, and governed by Hi
sobedience; surely it is hard with gentleness, but impossible with severe cruelty, to call them back to good frame again. For where the one perchance may bend it, the other shall surely brea
mn, to ply this way or that way to good or to b
ild for virtue and learning, I will gladly report; which ma
you, madame," quoth I, "to this deep knowledge of pleasure? and what did chiefly allure you unto it, seeing not many women, but very few men, have attained thereunto?" "I will tell you," quoth she, "and tell you a truth, which perchance ye will marvel at. One of the greatest benefits that ever God gave me, is, that he sent me so sharp and severe parents, and so gentle a schoolmaster. For when I am in presence either of father or mother, whether I speak, keep silence, sit, stand, or go, eat, drink, be merry, or sad, be sewing, playing, dancing, or doing anything else, I must do it, as it were, in such weight, measure, and number, even so perfectly, as God made the world; or else I am so sharply taunted, so cruelly
memory, and because also it was the last talk that ever I had
Y AND E
'Toxo
erefore, as concerning music, I can be content to grant you your mind; but as for shooting, surely I suppose that you cannot persuade me, by no means, that a man can be earnest in i
stress over learning. Yet this I marvel not a little at, that ye think a man with a bow on his back is more like Robin Hood's servant than Apoll
always my bow w
n, were put to nurse to a lady called Euphemis, which had a son named Erotus, with whom the nine Muses for his excellent shooting kept evermore company withal, and used daily to shoot together in the Mount Parnassus; and at last it chanced this Erotus to die, whose death the Muses lamented greatly, and fell all upon their knees afore
ompanions which love shooting heard you, they would think you made it but a trifling and fabling mat
ey give other men example what thing they should do, even so by their shooting they plainly show what honest pastime other men given to learning may honestly use. That earnest study must be recreated with honest pastime, sufficiently I have proved afore, both by reason and authority of the best learned men that ever wrote. Then seeing pastimes be leful [lawful], the most fittest for learning is to be sought for. A pastime, saith Aristotle, must be like a medicine. Medicines stand by contraries; therefore, the nature of studying considered, the fittest pastime shall soon appear. In study every part of the body is idle, which thing causeth gross and cold humors to gather together and vex scholars very much; the mind is altogether bent and set on work. A pastime then must be had where every part of the body must be labored, to separate and lessen such humors withal; the mind must be unbent, to gather and fetch again his quickness withal. Thus pastimes for the mind only be nothing fit for students, because the body, which is most hurt by study, should take away no profit
HE
Centu
ity of the Nile Delta; and that after living at Alexandria he migrated to Rome. His date is presumptively fixed in the early part of the third century by his inclusion of Ulpian, the eminent jurist (whose death occurred A.D. 228)
uting the major portion of the work, have been pronounced authentic by eminent scholars with Bentley at their head. Without the slightest pretense of literary skill, the 'Feast of the Learned' is an immense storehouse of Ana, or table-talk. Into its receptacles the author gathers fruitage from nearly every branch of contemporary learning. He seemed to anticipate Macaulay's "vice of omniscience," though he lacked Macaulay's incomparable literary
d greeted him with Ithyphallic hymns and dances. Stationed by his chariot-wheels, they sang and danced and chanted that he alone was a real god; the rest were sleeping or were on a journe
ng versification. It belongs to the class of Prosodia, or processional hymns, which the greatest poets delighted to produce, and which were sung at religious festivals by
ghtiest gods, a
ur town a
emeter an
d day is
her Daughter'
omps att
a god should
h laughin
riumph! Friends a
shine ab
ars to circle
sun to
g of Poseidon,
of Aph
ities keep f
ars, thou
or they will n
r eye b
one, but living,
prayer
ce! Give, dearest
Lord an
not on Thebes, b
gloat an
he who sits u
at old
our flesh an
longe
ver thus the
pon his
u, or, if not
s to h
Sphinx down from
ne will c
us delighted to gather; and he tells how in springtime the children used to go about from door
she is here,
ringing, fair
lly is
black a
our ri
forth
ine, and
f not
and ba
ow deigns
have? or must
ive: if not, we'
oor hence w
the lint
nd home your
s so
off will be
give, give
en, to the s
men, but merr
ls. The discursiveness with which topics succeed each other, their want of logic or continuity, and the pelting fire of quotations in prose and verse, make a strange mixture. It may be compared to one of those dishes known both to ancients and to moderns, in which a great variety of scraps is enriched with condiments to the obliteration of all indiv
n a connected statement, and when all were
o wonder at, Though there is no
does not usually give wisdom.' And Timon said, ... 'For what is the use of so many names, my
his saving pedantry. Scholars find the 'Feast of the Learned' a quarry of quotations from classical writers whose works have perished. Nearly eight hundred writers and twenty-four hundred separate writings are referred to and cited in this disorderly encyclopedia, most of them now lost and forgotten. This literary thrift wi
NILE O
'Deipno
osite direction hinders the flow of the waters; and the waves of the sea, dashing against the mouth of the river, and coming on with a fair wind in the same direction, beat back the river, and in this manner the Nile becomes full to overflowing. But Anaxagoras, the natural philosopher, s
RESERVE
'Deipno
, when poured into a brazen or silver vessel, does not produce a blackish sediment. Hippocrates says, "Water which is easily warmed or easily chilled is alway lighter." But that water is bad which takes a long time to boil vegeta
best which flow from high ground, and from dry hills, "for they are white and sweet, and are able to bear very little wine, and are warm in winter and cold in summer." And he praises those most, the springs of which break toward the east, and especially toward the northeast, for they must be inevitably clear and fragrant and light. Diocles says that water is good for the digestion and not apt
ay by day, when the day of the Thesmophorian festival came round, and the women of his household besought him not to die during the festival, in order that they might not be debarred from their share in the festivities, was persuaded, and ordered a vessel full of honey to be set near him: and in this way he lived many days with no other support than honey; and then some days after, when the honey had been taken away, he died. But Democritus had always been fond of honey; and he once answered a man, who asked him how h
OF SOME G
e Deipn
Helena who ate more than any other woman ever did. And Posidippus, in his 'Epig
tch now holds
swallow ever
arrion crow who
es wrapped in
nian, whoso
mb and crown i
d times he fe
sans teeth, wi
len eyelids; cl
gle cruse, and t
gay Len?an
humbly to
mpet he made a vast noise. Accordingly, when Demetrius the son of Antigonus was besieging Argos, and when his troops could not bring the battering ram against the walls on account of its weight, he, giving the signal with his two trumpets at once, by the great volume of sound which he poured forth, instigated the soldiers to move forward the engine with great zeal and earnestness; and he gained the prize in all the games ten times; and he used to eat sitting down, as Ne
?, in Phrygia, a man of a savage and fierce aspect, and an enormous glutton. He is mentione
asses' panniers
one brief day;
wine is a ten
inks all at a
whichever was the author of the play called 'The
in one day, un
ushels and a
happy man! ho
e, so as now
rations of on
finding the hand of his wife still sticking in his mouth, he slew himself, as his act began to get notorious. And we have already mentioned Thys, the king of the Paphlagonians, saying that he too was a man of vast appetite, quoting Theopompus, who speaks of hi
hem I place Ch
ow, will with
ny one will
ts,--such stowa
any h
(the prize was a talent of silver), and that he himself gained the victory in both; but he yielded the prize to the man who was judged to be second to him, namely, Calomodrys, th
t, much did I
all men; now
creon, my co
d when they asked him what he wanted, he said that he had all those blows left in him if any one was inclined to come on. And Clearchus, in the fifth book of his 'Lives,' says that Cantibaris the Persian, whenever his jaws were weary with eating, had his slaves to pour food into his mouth, which he kept open as if they were pouring it into an empty vessel. But Hellanicus, in the first book of his Deucalionea, says that Erysichth
OF ANIMAL
'Deipno
e took a fancy to a boy; as Clearchus relates in the first book of his 'Amatory Anecdotes.' And Theophrastus, in his essay 'On Love,' says that the name of this boy was Amphilochus, and that he was a native of Olenus. And Hermeas the son of Hermodorus, who was a Samian by birth, says that a goose also took a fancy to Lacydes the philosopher. And in Leucadia
al?stra with the rest of the boys, went down to the sea and bathed; and a dolphin came forward out of the deep water to meet him,
, and very intelligent, and one very susceptible of gratit
im to be shipwrecked near Myconos, and while every one else perished, Coiranus alone was saved by a dolphin. And when at last he died of old age in his native country, as it so happened that his funeral procession passed along the seashore clo
f his 'History,' the great affection which was once displ
most extraordinary; for it could not endure the child to be away; and whenever it did not see him, it was out of spirits. And so, whenever the nurse fed the infant with milk, she placed it in its cradle between the feet of the beast; and if she had not done so, the elephant would not take
L AMADEUS
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here in 1807 he helped to found the "Musis Amici," a students' society of literature and art; its membership included Hedbom, who is remembered for his beautiful hymns, and the able and laborious Palmblad,--author of several popular books, including the well-known novel 'Aurora K?nigsmark.' This society soon assumed the name of the Auro
sion of Schelling's philosophy, and of metaphysical problems in general; practically, to the publication of the original poetry of the new school. The Phosphorists did a good work in calling attention to the old Swedi
eared at their best, and dashed into the controversy which was engaging the attention of the Swedish reading public. This included not only literature, but philosophy and religion, as well as art. The odds were now on one side, now on the other. The Academicians might easily have conquered their youthful opponents, however, had not their bitterness co
lptor Thorwaldsen, to whose circle of friends he became attached. On his return he was made tutor of German and literature to the Crown Prince. In 1828 the Chair of Logics and Metaphysics at Upsala was
ycle of lyrics entitled 'The Flowers'; 'The Isle of Blessedness,' a romantic drama of great beauty, published in 1823; and a fragment of a fairy drama, 'The Blue Bird.' He introduced the sonnet into Swedish poetry, and did a great service to the national literatur
IUS OF
arvest with its quickly falling splendor, and the darkness and silence of the long winter's sleep. For if the gem-like green of the verdure proclaims its short life, it proclaims at the same time its richness,--and in winter the very darkness seems made to let the starry vault shine through with a glory of Valhalla and Gimle. Indeed, in our North, the winter possesses an impressiveness, a freshness, which only we Norsemen understand. Add to these strong effects of nature the loneliness of life in a wide tract of land, sparingly populated by a still sparingly educated people, and then think of the poet's soul which must beat against these barriers of circumstance and barriers of spirit! Yet the barriers that hold him in as often help as hinder his striving. These conditions e
in lyrical impression, but also in lyrical contemplation and lyrical expression, will the Swedish heroic poem still follow its earliest trend. Yes, let us believe that this impulse will some day lead Swedish poetry into the only path of true progress, to the point where drama
Y OF TH
ale the welcome
er's draw
cket cool, my
I shy
ice me, this gu
I shall
ve if of his
mpses I
His banquet ha
with fore
s, a thousand s
us smiles
illiant world! Y
uds of s
ghty ocean, to
my sight
(if years my l
in thought
lently the tr
fe's rich
n for life's a
have I:
l, from whose
a fragra
ower in gentle
a joy
ere untrod by c
s gross,
all, and set i
should
eks friend, cou
and priz
, through mossy
to make t
the brook which
its mer
as a rich rewa
m wilt lov
m who comes to
sper in
IT'S C
Islands of
alone in h
t,--in vain
ght for, since h
vacant saddl
ircase in the
rest and wildl
h frenzied te
ough the midnigh
ght through many
w'st what he hat
t give one sing
ful creature's
ry voice wou
e or summons
s to the
ildish fears ar
sdolf boldest
ned, unharmed
, alas! like t
glances on th
et's, short the c
rs live far lon
should be, tha
f the light wi
un of life mus
shining pearls
s--flow
thes on t
rent, thou fai
ook into the
e city,--Asdo
y the spotles
nt, on market-p
welcome to th
beams shed bea
Sacrifice mak
silence,--know
ighted, and th
pring, doth not,
es, where lav
cing beams, wh
de and length
solitary cou
r a p
ths wind down, fr
y gates!--Oh,
ear to me on
d,--thou art m
;--thou art no
glowing warm,
is! Thy bein
ds with thousan
ne poor sound
and truth. At
ve its power,--
ame forever,
y like its
yer to God for
isper than a s
eadows, when th
to the foot th
towering spir
aim on wild an
them view the
ies on from
y ask of love?
eshness it may
umphant songs,
nners wave; o
epose, when ro
under's ever
d spiritless t
is no more th
und the storm thei
ing d
how lonely I
erful towers! O
I,--no mutual
those around m
w they love me
erits claim. Y
to my Asdolf'
ast of all his
d it bring;--f
al the sorro
en's tears like
ly night, ere
rs, and, trembl
ed eyes unnumbe
ris
, who counts the
heir sad number
g to an
I in former
e! My heart
in its prison-
might burst it
, Asdolf, I some
worthy in
kes the
d--the Master
how I may conv
d token of my
old of far-of
e cypress and t
rnful shade ab
d narrow on the
fathomably d
lakes at certain
rns and eves
the depths, is
d wild, as of t
d of castles l
erer's steps ap
plainly the
ters, whilst t
ionless and c
with a mel
dim mysterious
rive to soft
swelling with
ays and
bound her
g fresh a
ay doth ever m
that of the h
rost and snow
in
e, oh, h
m snow and
and l
time for
nd streamle
e, oh, h
asten o
last will s
e, oh, r
withered th
eart, what wou
e, oh, r
should
past deligh
oh, forg
at eve its s
noiseless ni
oh, forg
, oh, s
st thou like
s well
second sprin
r heart, stil
, oh, s
e, oh, h
life-breath
n no
rewell to th
night!--in s
e, oh, h
sts into
t I might bid
ce to me replie
ME
the pale moon l
es, a youth ins
ne-ring waits
et extends her
ous pearls her
ir and as the
l with milk-whi
deeps a dead
es: she looks u
he views thei
th are there:
hill of ice, t
ling, now she
ark, would you t
elling is as
its treasure v
welling, charmin
coral isla
lden, floats th
vely daughter
ys and muses,
ing maiden gr
emble, you who
heaving breake
unting waves yo
, my ring with s
own of water-
p, with human
Father and my
, who bends from
other in the
d, he deigns
nces on the pea
e-harp with her
om, through her
n beheld throu
h! through ocean
castle in it
branches purpl
aves, like grass,
usand sisters
receives my
t my mother
htest wish, I'll
earth to win
cean, is your
th abjuring, gr
ancient gods, a
ks, a thousand
ven's Christmas
ars the oath,--
aid's arms he
ore the rushin
e color vary
waist a fish's
ances of my sea
the stars, like
y golden cas
!"--"Yes, try the
hen men, my s
s; her sceptre s
rts; the ocean
uth go down; t
ds the surging
ght nights, when
sports the elve
s the youth app
merry, mournful
N AND N
fth C
RICK MOR
as probably a minstrel by profession, but one of more than ordinary taste and talent. For, evidently skilled in both song and recitation, he so divided his narrative between poetry and prose that he gave himself ample opportunity to display his powers, while at the same time he retained more easily, by this variety, the attention of his audience. He calls his invention--if his invention it be--a "song-story." The subject he drew probably from reminiscences of the widely known story of Floire and Blanchefleur; reve
s, but for the other lines this notation is repeated in couplets, except that the last line of each song or laisse--being a half-line--has a cadence of its own
escapes, hears him lamenting in his cell, and comforts him until the warden on the tower warns her of the approach of the town watch. She flees to the forest outside the gates, and there, in order to test Aucassin's fidelity, builds a rustic tower. When he is released from prison, Aucassin hears from shepherd lads of Nicolette's hiding-place, and seeks her bower. The lovers, united, resolve to leave the country. They take ship and are driven to the kingdom of Torelore, whose queen they find in child-bed, while the king is with the army. After a three years' stay in
story come
o more t
ave of the gentle an
ce by Gaston Paris. This version was translated into English by A. Rodney Macdonough under the title of 'The Lovers of Provence: Aucassin and Nicolette' (New York, 1880). Additional illustrations by American artists found place in this edition. F.W. Bourdillon has published the original text and an English version, toge
CASSIN AND
list to th
of the ca
wo young l
n and N
ins the l
perils h
odness and
ve, so fa
song, the
no man he
ving 'nea
aried, s
oeful, wor
aled, but
so
peak they, tel
the Count Garin of Beaucaire was old and frail, and his good days were gone over. No heir had he, neither son nor daughter, save one young man only; such an one as I shall tell you. Aucassin was the name of the damoiseau: fair was he, goodly, and great, and featly fashioned of his body and limbs. His hair was yellow, in little curls, his eyes blue-gray and laughin
nd help thy men, for if they see thee among them, more stoutly wi
esire, if I be a knight, or mount my horse, or face stour and battle wherein knights smite
er, and hath reared her and had her christened, and made her his god-daughter, and one day will find a young man for her, to win her bread honorably. Herein hast thou naught to make
y and love, would not grace it well? If she were Empress of Constantinople or of Germany, or Queen of France or Engla
MENT OF
ying:--"Sir Count: away with Nicolette, thy daughter in God; cursed be the land whence she was brought into this country, for by reason of her do I lose Aucassin, that will neither be a knigh
, and baptized, and made her my daughter in God. Yea, I would have given her to a young man that should win her bread honorably. With this had Aucassin, thy so
d the Count Garin: "thence mi
d Nicolette placed, with one old woman to keep her company, and in that chamber put bread and meat and wine and such things as were needful. Then he had the door
ingeth
e as ye
is with
painted
s of a far
dow of mar
aiden stood
t brows and
w ye fai
od she ga
aw the ro
irds sing l
spoke sh
wherefor
prison w
my love,
thy heart
lovest m
hee that I
aulted ch
et and a
Lady Ma
onger wil
may f
AND THE
ount spea
in Hell would thy soul have lain while the world endu
old clouted frocks, and naked folks and shoeless, and those covered with sores, who perish of hunger and thirst, and of cold, and of wretchedness. These be they that go into Paradise; with them have I naught to make. But into Hell would I fain go; for into Hell fare the goodly clerks, and goodly knights that fall in tourneys and great wars, and stout men-at-arms, and the fr
APTURES CO
the forest, even till he struck down ten knights, and seven he hurt; and straightway he hurled out of the press, and rode back again at full speed, sword in hand. Count Bougart of Valence heard it said that they were to hang Aucassin, his enemy, so he came into that place and
hath so warred on you and done you such evil. Full twenty
hy feats of youth shouldst them
, "sermon me no sermons,
covenant,
venant with me when I took up arms, and went into the stour, that if God brought me back safe and sound, thou wouldst let me see Nicolette, my s
covenant! Nay, if she were here, I would have burned her
VERS'
loved so well. Then fell she to thoughts of Count Garin of Beaucaire, that he hated her to death; and therefore deemed she that there she would no longer abide, for that, if she were told of, and the Count knew where she lay, an ill death he would make her die. She saw that the old woman was sleeping who held her company. Then she arose, and clad her in a mantle of silk she had by her, very go
; and the daisy flowers that brake beneath her as she went tiptoe, and that bent above her instep, seemed black against her feet and ankles, so white was the maiden. She came to the postern-gate, and unbarred it, and went out through the streets of Beaucaire, keeping always on the shadowy side, for the moon was shining right clear, and so wandered she till she came to the
ne sin
the brigh
llar le
sin's wai
ve that wa
d spake low
ight, with
od befall
lp of sig
t thou hav
t thou win
ld in e
ather an
must I cro
er land m
ut her cur
in the dun
oth clasp
curls that w
in his b
ept, e'en
or hi
speak they, tel
ay that she would pass into a f
into a man's bed, and that bed not mine, wit ye well that I would not tarry till I had found a knife to pierce my heart and slay myself. Nay, verily, wait so long I would not; but would hurl myself so far as I might see a w
est me not as much as thou sayest, but
n may not love man as man loves woman; for a woman's love lies in her eye, and the bud of her breast, and her
s drawn beneath their cloaks, for Count Garin had charged them that if they could take her, they should slay her. But the se
I could say aught to her, and they perceive it not, and she should be on her guard against t
ne sin
was the
ind, and pra
did sing
eril tha
r that ling
id of mer
ld, and ey
water i
ems, hast
over and
die for the
re the i
aked men o
worn, and ke
put thee t
ou take
E BUILDS
the brigh
hepherds d
the blos
ncient way
and choked
nd the cross
hs do all
eemeth she
lover pas
ove her
thered wh
that in gr
many a bra
uilt a lodg
was nev
od, who ma
the lodge
est a whi
ove me
ith she dee
ve him n
e lov
G NICOLETTE, COM
in thoughts of Nicolette, his lady sweet, that he felt no pain nor torment, and all the day hurled through the forest in this fashion nor heard no word of her. And when he saw vespers draw nigh, he began to weep for that he found her not. All down an old road, and grass-grown, he fared, when anon, looking along the way before him, he saw such an one as I shall tell you. Tall was he, and great of growth, ugly and hideous: his head huge, and blac
INDS NICOL
e lodge of boughs that Nicolette had builded and woven within and without, over and under, with flowers, and it was the fa
his lodge builded she with her fair hands. For the sweetness of it, a
his shoulder out of its place. Then knew he that he was hurt sore; nathless he bore him with that force he might, and fastened his horse with the other hand to a thorn. Then turned he on
ne sin
t I from f
oon calls
with thee
ve, with lo
have her d
him for e
od, whate'
with her I
p her close
I of muc
g's son
he to be
s and cli
sweet
say they, tel
was not far away. She passed within the lodge, and thr
friend, wel
, sweet love, b
ipped the other, and fa
e hurt, and my shoulder wried, but I take no heed of
nd so wrought in her surgery, that by God's will who loveth lovers, it went back into its place. Then took she flow
SAILS TO
eek far Aucassin. Then she got her a viol, and learned to play on it; till they would have married her one day to a rich king of Paynim, and she stole forth by night, and came to the seaport, and dwelt with a poor woman thereby. Then took she a certain herb, and therewith smeared her head and her face, till she was all brown and stained. And she had a coat, and mantle, and smock, and breeches made,
ingeth
ire below
ssin on
d, and watche
barons hi
on him i
influenc
memory
Nicolette
dainty f
ved so ma
e in dule
n came N
air a foo
drew the
rings and c
rds and kni
high or l
ory list
Aucassi
Nicolette
love was l
hrough he so
took the
e, and bou
in naught
Nicolette
thage doth
father lov
ng of tha
band hath
d that ser
him the m
loves a
that ye
God that
over wil
him she
ng de
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went alone with his gun and his drawing materials into deep and unexplored forests and through wild regions of country, making long journeys on foot and counting nothing a hardship that added to his specimens. This passion had controlled him from early childhood. His father, a Frenchman, was living in New Orleans at the time of Au
of nearly a thousand colored drawings of birds. What befell them--a parallel to so many like incidents, as through Warburton's cook, Newton's dog,
box, and gave them in charge of a relative, with injunctions to see that no injury should happen to them. My absence was of several months; and when I returned, after having enjoyed the pleasures of home for a few days, I inquired after my box, and what I was pleased to call my treasure. The box was produced and opened; but, reader, feel for me,--a pair of Norway rats had taken possession of the whole, and reared a young family among the gnawed bits of paper, which, but a month previous, represented nearly a thousand inhabitants of air! The burnin
) in 1830-39. The birds are life-size. 'The American Ornithological Biography,' which is the text for the plates, was published in Edinburgh, 1831-39, in five octavo volumes. Accompanied by his two sons he started on new excursions, which resulted in 'The Quad
ture-books. He is full of enthusiasm, his descriptions of birds and animals are vivid and realizing, and h
ROUS AD
ican Ornitholo
r was fine, all around me was as fresh and blooming as if it had just issued from the bosom of nature. My knapsack, my gun, and my dog, were all I had for baggage and company. But although
ich I followed was only an old Indian trace; and, as darkness overshadowed the prairie, I felt some desire to reach at least a copse, in which I might lie down to rest. The night-hawks were skimming
eeded from the camp of some wandering Indians. I was mistaken. I discovered by its glare that it was from the hearth of a s
is elbows on his knees. A long bow rested against the log wall near him, while a quantity of arrows and two or three raccoon skins lay at his feet. He moved not; he apparently breathed not. Accustomed to the habits of the Indians, and knowing that they pay little attention to the approach of civilized strangers (a circumstance which in some countries is considered as evincing the apathy of their character), I addressed him in French, a language
lectric quickness. She told me that there was plenty of venison and jerked buffalo meat, and that on removing the ashes I should find a cake. But my watch had struck her fancy, and her curiosity had to be gratified by an immediate sight of it. I took off the gold chain that secured it, from around my neck, and presented it to her. She was all ecstasy, spoke of i
him. His eye met mine; but his look was so forbidding that it struck a chill into the more nervous part of my system. He again seated himself, drew his butcher-knife from its greasy scabbard, examined its edge, as I wo
uspected to be about me. I returned glance for glance to my companion, and rest
n. I slipped a ball into each barrel, scraped the edges of my flints, renewed the primings, and returning to the hut, gave a favorable account of my observations. I took a f
who I was, and why the devil that rascal (meaning the Indian, who, they knew, understood not a word of English) was in the house. The mother--for so she proved to be--bade them speak less loudly, made mention of my watch, and took them to a corner, where a conversation took place, the purport of whi
f my astonishment, reader, when I saw this incarnate fiend take a large carving-knife and go to the grindstone to whet its edge. I saw her pour the water on the turning machine, and watched her working away with the dangerous instrument, unti
should be engaged with the Indian. I was several times on the point of rising and shooting her on the spot;--but she was not to be punished thus. The door was suddenly opened, and there entered two stout travelers, each with a long rifle on his shoulder. I bounced up on my feet, and making them most heartily welcome, told them how well it was for me that they should have arrived at that moment. The tale wa
re still securely tied. We marched them into the woods off the road, and having used them as Regulators were wont to use such delinquents, w
danger from my fellow-creatures. Indeed, so little risk do travelers run in the United States, that no one born there ever dreams of any t
onging to civilized man was expected, and very few ever seen, large roads are now laid out, cultivation has converted the woods into fertile fields, ta
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Auerbach's biography is one of industry rather than of incident. His birth was humble. His life was long. He wrote voluminously and was widely popular, to be half forgotten within a decade after his death. He may p
translated) gave form to his convictions concerning human life. It led him to spend his literary talents on materials so various as the homely simplicity of peasant scenes and peasant souls, on the one h
6), and passes to the semi-biographic novel 'Spinoza' (1837), afterward supplemented with 'Ein Denkerleben' (A Thinker's Life), 'Dichter und Kaufman' (Poet and Merchant: 1839),--stories belonging to the 'Ghetto Series,' embodying Jewish and German life in the time of Mos
OLD A
painter like Defregger or Schmidt, can express when sitting down to deal with the scenes and folk which from early youth have been photographed upon his heart and memory. In 1856 there followed in the same descriptive field his 'Barfüssele' (Little Barefoot), 'Joseph im Schnee' (Joseph in the Snow: 1861), and 'Edelweiss' (1861). His writings
ation was established. His plan of making ethics the chief end of a novel was here exhibited at its best; he never again showed the same force of conception which got his imperfect literary art forgiven. Another long novel, not less doctrinaire in scope, but dealing w
Dreissig Jahren' (After Thirty Years: 1876); 'Der Forstmeister' (The Head Forester: 1879); and 'Brigitta' (1880). The close of his life was mu
of a German royal residence, as he reveals it, appears almost as heavy as the real thing. Auerbach's humor is leaden; he finds it necessary to explain his own attempts at it. But the peasant-nurse Walpurga, her husband Hansei, and the aged grandmother in the family, are admirable delineations. The heroine, Irma von Wildenort, is genuinely human. The story of her abrupt atonement fo
to follow, and betrays a want of perspective in its construction. But in spite of all its defects it is a novel that should not be
FIRS
eman," in "Black Fo
ir open-air gathering-place. Valentine the carpenter, with his two sons, was making a scaffolding, designed to serve no less a purpose tha
to the crowbar, and puffed as if nine-tenths of the weight fell upon him. Valentine liked to see his little boy employed. He would tell him to wind the twine on the reel, to carry the tools where they were wanted, or to rake the chips into a heap. Ivo obeyed all these directions with the zeal and devotion of a self-sacrificing p
ered to help him too; but being gruffly repelled, he sat down upon his heap of chips, and looked at the mountai
Ivo, "I wish I
hy
o heaven, and I should
there. From Hochdorf it is a long way to Stuttgar
w l
't get there u
hrough the village. Washing and scouring was going on everywhere, and chairs and tables stood
as silent as a cloister. Some farmers' wives were going in, carrying bowls covered with their aprons, while others passed out with empty bowls under their
s son, who quickly folded his hands; Valentine also brough
azzling white shirt-sleeves. Here and there women or girls were to be seen running from house to house without bodices, and with their hair half untied. Ivo thought it cruel in his sister to have pushed him out of the house as she had done. He would have been delighted to have appeared like the grown folks,--first in negligee, and then in full dress amid the tolling of bells and the clang of trumpets; but he did not dare to return, or even to sit down anywhere, for fear of spoiling his clothes. He went through the village almost on tiptoe. Wagon after wagon rumbled in, bringing farmers
Barbara was dressed in bridal array. She wore the veil and the wreath upon her head, and a beautiful go
ves disappeared as if by magic. They retired to their h
s far as the eye could reach. Ivo hardly took courage to look at the "gentleman," meaning the young clergyman, who, in his gold-laced robe, and bare head crowned with a golden wreath, ascended the steps of the altar with pale and sober mien, bowing low as the music swelled, and folding his small white hands upon his breast. The squire's Barbara, who carried a burning taper wreathed with rosemary, had gone before him and took her stand at the side of the altar. The mass began; and at the tinkling of
ered the pulpit, and solemnl
ee, and his chin upon his hand, he listened attentively. He understood little of the sermon; but
nd triumphant strains of music, Ivo clasped the crucifix firmly with both his h
an the tailor and his wife came down the covered stairs of the church-hill in superior bliss. Ordinarily they attracted little at
had come over from Rexingen, say that Gregory's parents were now obliged to address their son with the formal pronoun "they," by which
o, mother?
answer: "he's more
tailor. It was said that he need take no further trouble all his life. Cordele, Gregory's sister, was to
on of Cha
are reprinted by consent of Henry Holt & Co.,
T-NURSE AN
ns of lamps for your sake. But they were nothing to the sun up in heaven, which the Lord himself lighted for you this very morning. Be a good boy, always, so that you may deserve to have the sun shi
ul was already swayed by that mysterious bond of affection which never fails to develop itself in the heart of the foster-mother. It is a n
r to her in the cottage by the lake. She was now needed here
Kramer, with beaming eyes, and
ust like a church. One has only good and pious thoug
mer suddenly smi
ear c
ild'! I'm not a ch
ts; one studies a r?le, another a piece of music; a dancer learns a new step, an author writes a new book. Every one in the land is doing som
d Walpurga; and Mademoi
n the right number, but sixteen sounded so much better;--"my father is the governor of the su
d to learn," int
f Vol