400 BCON THE ARTICULATIONSby Hippocratestranslated by Francis AdamsI am acquainted with one form in which the shoulder-joint isdislocated, namely, that into the armpit; I have never seen it takeplace upward nor outward; and yet I do not positively affirm whetherit might be dislocated in these directions or not, although I havesomething which I might say on this subject. But neither have I everseen what I considered to be a dislocation forward. Physicians,indeed, fancy that dislocation is very apt to occur forward, and...
The Girl with the Golden Eyesby Honore de BalzacTranslated by Ellen MarriageDEDICATIONTo Eugene Delacroix, Painter.NoteThe Girl with the Golden Eyes is the third part of a trilogy. Partone is entitled Ferragus and part two is The Duchesse de Langeais.The three stories are frequently combined under the title TheThirteen.THE GIRL WITH THE GOLDEN EYESOne of those sights in which most horror is to be encountered is,surely, the general aspect of the Parisian populacea people fearfulto behold, gaunt, yellow, tawny. Is not Paris a vast field inperpetual turmoil from a storm of interests beneath which are whirledalong a crop of human beings, who are, more often than not, reaped by...
Boyhoodby Leo TolstoyTranslated by CJ HogarthIA SLOW JOURNEYAgain two carriages stood at the front door of the house at Petrovskoe. In one of them sat Mimi, the two girls, and their maid, with the bailiff, Jakoff, on the box, while in the othera britchkasat Woloda, myself, and our servant Vassili. Papa, who was to follow us to Moscow in a few days, was standing bareheaded on the entrance-steps. He made the sign of the cross at the windows of the carriages, and said:"Christ go with you! Good-bye."Jakoff and our coachman (for we had our own horses) lifted their caps in answer, and also made the sign of the cross."Amen. God go with us!"The carriages began to roll away, and the birch-trees of t
THE CRITIC AS ARTIST - WITH SOME REMARKS UPON THE IMPORTANCE OF DOING NOTHINGA DIALOGUE. Part I. Persons: Gilbert and Ernest. Scene: the library of a house in Piccadilly, overlooking the Green Park.GILBERT (at the Piano). My dear Ernest, what are you laughing at?ERNEST (looking up). At a capital story that I have just come across in this volume of Reminiscences that I have found on your table.GILBERT. What is the book? Ah! I see. I have not read it yet. Is it good?ERNEST. Well, while you have been playing, I have been turning over the pages with some amusement, though, as a rule, I dislike modern memoirs. They are generally written by people who have either entirely lost their m
CARMENCARMENby PROSPER MERIMEE1- Page 2-CARMENCHAPTER II had always suspected the geographical authorities did not know whatthey were talking about when they located the battlefield of Munda in thecounty of the Bastuli-Poeni, close to the modern Monda, some twoleagues north of Marbella.According to my own surmise, founded on the text of the anonymousauthor of the /Bellum Hispaniense/, and on certain information culled...
The Fifth StringThe Fifth StringBy John Philip Sousa1- Page 2-The Fifth StringIThe coming of Diotti to America had awakened more than usualinterest in the man and his work. His marvelous success as violinist in theleading capitals of Europe, together with many brilliant contributions tothe literature of his instrument, had long been favorably commented on bythe critics of the old world. Many stories of his struggles and his triumphs...
WHAT IS MAN?Ia. Man the Machine. b. Personal Merit[The Old Man and the Young Man had been conversing. The OldMan had asserted that the human being is merely a machine, andnothing more. The Young Man objected, and asked him to go intoparticulars and furnish his reasons for his position.]Old Man. What are the materials of which a steam-engine is made?Young Man. Iron, steel, brass, white-metal, and so on.O.M. Where are these found?Y.M. In the rocks.O.M. In a pure state?Y.M. Noin ores.O.M. Are the metals suddenly deposited in the ores?Y.M. Noit is the patient work of countless ages....
360 BCPHAEDOby Platotranslated by Benjamin JowettPERSONS OF THE DIALOGUEPHAEDO, who is the narrator of the dialogue to ECHECRATES of PhliusSOCRATESAPOLLODORUSSIMMIASCEBESCRITOATTENDANT OF THE PRISONPHAEDOSCENE: The Prison of SocratesPLACE OF THE NARRATION: PhliusEchecrates. Were you yourself, Phaedo, in the prison with Socrateson the day when he drank the poison?Phaedo. Yes, Echecrates, I was.Ech. I wish that you would tell me about his death. What did he...
1863UTILITARIANISMby John Stuart MillChapter 1General Remarks.THERE ARE few circumstances among those which make up the present condition of human knowledge, more unlike what might have been expected, or more significant of the backward state in which speculation on the most important subjects still lingers, than the little progress which has been made in the decision of the controversy respecting the criterion of right and wrong. From the dawn of philosophy, the question concerning the summum bonum, or, what is the same thing, concerning the foundation of morality, has been accounted the main problem in speculative thought, has occupied the most gifted
The Firm of Nucingenby Honore de BalzacTranslated by James WaringTO MADAME ZULMA CARRAUDTo whom, madame, but to you should I inscribe this work; to you whose lofty and candid intellect is a treasury to your friends; to you that are to me not only a whole public, but the most indulgent of sisters as well? Will you deign to accept a token of the friendship of which I am proud? You, and some few souls as noble, will grasp the whole of the thought underlying The Firm of Nucingen, appended to Cesar Birotteau. Is there not a whole social lesson in the contrast between the two stories?DE BALZAC.You know how slight the partitions are between the private rooms of fashionable restaurant
Songs From The Mountainsby Henry KendallCONTENTSPAGEDEDICATION-TO A MOUNTAIN...3MARY RIVERS...8KINGSBOROUGH......
BeowulfAnonymousTranlated by GummereBEOWULFPRELUDE OF THE FOUNDER OF THE DANISH HOUSELO, praise of the prowess of people-kingsof spear-armed Danes, in days long sped,we have heard, and what honor the athelings won!Oft Scyld the Scefing from squadroned foes,from many a tribe, the mead-bench tore,awing the earls. Since erst he layfriendless, a foundling, fate repaid him:for he waxed under welkin, in wealth he throve,till before him the folk, both far and near,who house by the whale-path, heard his mandate,gave him gifts: a good king he!To him an heir was afterward born,a son in his halls, whom heaven sent...