The Dark Flowerby John Galsworthy"Take the flower from my breast, I pray thee,Take the flower too from out my tresses;And then go hence, for see, the night is fair,The stars rejoice to watch thee on thy way."From "The Bard of the Dimbovitza."THE DARK FLOWERPart ISpringIHe walked along Holywell that afternoon of early June with hisshort gown drooping down his arms, and no cap on his thick darkhair. A youth of middle height, and built as if he had come of twovery different strains, one sturdy, the other wiry and light. Hisface, too, was a curious blend, for, though it was strongly formed,its expression was rather soft and moody. His eyesdark grey,...　

A History of Science, Volume 2by Henry Smith Williams, M.D., LL.D.ASSISTED BYEDWARD H. WILLIAMS, M.D.IN FIVE VOLUMESVOLUME II.CONTENTSBOOK IICHAPTER I. SCIENCE IN THE DARK AGECHAPTER II. MEDIAEVAL SCIENCE AMONG THE ARABIANSCHAPTER III. MEDIAEVAL SCIENCE IN THE WESTCHAPTER IV. THE NEW COSMOLOGYCOPERNICUS TO KEPLER AND GALILEOCHAPTER V. GALILEO AND THE NEW PHYSICSCHAPTER VI. TWO PSEUDO-SCIENCESALCHEMY AND ASTROLOGYCHAPTER VII. FROM PARACELSUS TO HARVEYCHAPTER VIII. MEDICINE IN THE SIXTEENTH AND SEVENTEENTH CENTURIESCHAPTER IX. PHILOSOPHER-SCIENTISTS AND NEW INSTITUTIONS OFLEARNINGCHAPTER X. THE SUCCESSORS OF GALILEO IN PHYSICAL SCIENCECHAPTER XI. NEWTON AND THE COMPOSITION OF LIGHT...　

The Yellow Crayonby E. Phillips OppenheimCHAPTER IIt was late summer-time, and the perfume of flowers stole into thedarkened room through the half-opened window. The sunlight forcedits way through a chink in the blind, and stretched across the floorin strange zigzag fashion. From without came the pleasant murmurof bees and many lazier insects floating over the gorgeous flowerbeds, resting for a while on the clematis which had made the piazzaa blaze of purple splendour. And inside, in a high-backed chair,there sat a man, his arms folded, his eyes fixed steadily uponvacancy. As he sat then, so had he sat for a whole day and a wholenight. The faint sweet chorus of glad living things, whi　

The Queristby George Berkley1735The Querist containing several Queries proposed to theconsideration of the PublicI the Lord have brought down the high tree, have exalted the lowtree, have dried up the green tree, and have made the dry tree toflourish. Ezek. xvii, 24.Advertisement by the AuthorThe Querist was first published in the year one thousand sevenhundred and thirty-five; since which time the face of things issomewhat changed. In this edition some alterations have beenmade. The three Parts are published in one; some few Queries areadded, and many omitted, particularly of those relating to thesketch or plan of a national bank, which it may be time enough to...　

Chapter XIII of Volume III (Chap. 55)A FEW days after this visit, Mr. Bingley called again, and alone. His friend had left him that morning for London, but was to return home in ten days time. He sat with them above an hour, and was in remarkably good spirits. Mrs. Bennet invited him to dine with them; but, with many expressions of concern, he confessed himself engaged elsewhere.``Next time you call,' said she, ``I hope we shall be more lucky.'He should be particularly happy at any time, &c. &c.; and if she would give him leave, would take an early opportunity of waiting on them.``Can you come to-morrow?'Yes, he had no engagement at all for to-morrow; and her invitation was accepted with　

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The Unknown Guestby Maurice MaeterlinckTranslated by Alexander Teixeira de MattosINTRODUCTION1My Essay on Death[1] led me to make a conscientious enquiry into the present position of the great mystery, an enquiry which I have endeavoured to render as complete as possible. I had hoped that a single volume would be able to contain the result of these investigations, which, I may say at once, will teach nothing to those who have been over the same ground and which have nothing to recommend them except their sincerity, their impartiality and a certain scrupulous accuracy. But, as I proceeded, I saw the field widening under my feet, so much so that I have been obliged to divide my work into two 　

Robert Louis Stevenson, A Record, An Estimate, A Memorialby A. H. JappPREFACEA FEW words may here be allowed me to explain one or two points. First, about the facsimile of last page of Preface to FAMILIAR STUDIES OF MEN AND BOOKS. Stevenson was in Davos when the greater portion of that work went through the press. He felt so much the disadvantage of being there in the circumstances (both himself and his wife ill) that he begged me to read the proofs of the Preface for him. This illness has record in the letter from him (pp. 28- 29). The printers, of course, had directions to send the copy and proofs of the Preface to me. Hence I am able now to give this facsimile....　

The Patricianby John GalsworthyCHAPTER ILight, entering the vast rooma room so high that its carved ceilingrefused itself to exact scrutinytravelled, with the wistful, coldcuriosity of the dawn, over a fantastic storehouse of Time. Light,unaccompanied by the prejudice of human eyes, made strange revelationof incongruities, as though illuminating the dispassionate march ofhistory.For in this dining hallone of the finest in Englandthe Caradocfamily had for centuries assembled the trophies and records of theirexistence. Round about this dining hall they had built and pulleddown and restored, until the rest of Monkland Court presented some...　

440 BCANTIGONEby Sophoclestranslated by R. C. JebbCHARACTERS IN THE PLAYdaughters of Oedipus:ANTIGONEISMENECREON, King of ThebesEURYDICE, his wifeHAEMON, his sonTEIRESIAS, the blind prophetGUARD, set to watch the corpse of PolyneicesFIRST MESSENGERSECOND MESSENGER, from the houseCHORUS OF THEBAN ELDERSANTIGONEANTIGONEANTIGONE(SCENE:-The same as in the Oedipus the King, an open space beforethe royal palace, once that of Oedipus, at Thebes. The backscene...　

The Uncommercial Travellerby Charles DickensCHAPTER I - HIS GENERAL LINE OF BUSINESSAllow me to introduce myself - first negatively.No landlord is my friend and brother, no chambermaid loves me, nowaiter worships me, no boots admires and envies me. No round ofbeef or tongue or ham is expressly cooked for me, no pigeon-pie isespecially made for me, no hotel-advertisement is personallyaddressed to me, no hotel-room tapestried with great-coats andrailway wrappers is set apart for me, no house of publicentertainment in the United Kingdom greatly cares for my opinion ofits brandy or sherry. When I go upon my journeys, I am not usually...　

THE SCARECROW of OZDedicated to"The uplifters" of Los Angeles, California, ingrateful appreciation of the pleasure I have derivedfrom association with them, and in recognition oftheir sincere endeavor to uplift humanity throughkindness, consideration and good-fellowship. They arebig menall of themand all with the generoushearts of little children.L. Frank BaumTHE SCARECROW of OZby L. Frank Baum"TWIXT YOU AND METhe Army of Children which besieged the Postoffice,conquered the Postmen and delivered to me its imperious...