{"1": {"fulltext": "^//j^\\\\V5W-\u00c2\u00a3^\\\\V^/ r4\u00c2\u00a3Ji-|2\\n^90", "height": "3429", "width": "1788", "jp2-path": "houseofhundredli00torr_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "LIBRARY OF CONGRESS,\\nChap. Copyright No..\u00e2\u0080\u009e.\\nShell, J_I-3 \u00c2\u00a5C\\nJ A\\nUNITED STATES OF AMERICA.", "height": "3294", "width": "1642", "jp2-path": "houseofhundredli00torr_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3294", "width": "1642", "jp2-path": "houseofhundredli00torr_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3294", "width": "1642", "jp2-path": "houseofhundredli00torr_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3294", "width": "1642", "jp2-path": "houseofhundredli00torr_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3294", "width": "1642", "jp2-path": "houseofhundredli00torr_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3294", "width": "1642", "jp2-path": "houseofhundredli00torr_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3294", "width": "1642", "jp2-path": "houseofhundredli00torr_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "THE HOUSE OF A\\nHUNDRED LIGHTS", "height": "3294", "width": "1642", "jp2-path": "houseofhundredli00torr_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3294", "width": "1642", "jp2-path": "houseofhundredli00torr_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "THEHOVSEOFA\\nHVNDREDLIGHTS\\nBYFREDERIC-RIDGELY-^ORRENCE\\nSMALLMAYNARD COMPANY\\nBOSTON\\n1900", "height": "3294", "width": "1642", "jp2-path": "houseofhundredli00torr_0011.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "COPYRIGHT 1899 BY\\nSMALL, MAYNARD 6- COMPANY\\n(incorporated)\\nrwo copies S a^\\nLlbrfcry.of Ceitgfes*\\nOffice of the\\nDEC 1 91 99\\nRegister of Cf\\n49517\\nSECOND COPY,", "height": "3294", "width": "1642", "jp2-path": "houseofhundredli00torr_0012.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "TO EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN\\nWITH REVERENCE AND LOVE", "height": "3299", "width": "1616", "jp2-path": "houseofhundredli00torr_0013.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3294", "width": "1642", "jp2-path": "houseofhundredli00torr_0014.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "~fv\u00c2\u00a3tfa$pmzi\\nTHE HOUSE OF A HUNDRED\\nLIGHTS: A PSALM OF EXPE-\\nRIENCE AFTER READING\\nA COUPLET OF BIDPA1\\nOn the pond s face, the pelting rain\\nmade bubbles, and they broke again,\\nAnd reappeared and disappeared\\nand, ah! I knew them they were men.\\nThe wise men say that life s not worth\\na barley-corn when all is done.\\nWell then\u00e2\u0080\u0094 and not till then\u00e2\u0080\u0094 I ll try\\nthe granary behind the sun.\\n3\\nDoubt everything, the Thinker said\\nwhen I was parch d with Reason s drought.\\nSaid he, Trust me, I ve probed these things;\\nhave utter faith in me, and doubt!", "height": "3294", "width": "1642", "jp2-path": "houseofhundredli00torr_0015.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "Though the sky reel and Day dissolve,\\nand though a myriad suns fade out,\\nOne thing of Earth seems permanent\\nand founded on Belief: tis Doubt.\\n5\\nThe world s great rule is, Give and take\\nand, so that Custom may not smother,\\nI ll give Doubt freely with one hand\\nand take Faith freely by the other.\\n6\\nYes, He that wove the skein of Stars\\nand poured out all the seas that are\\nIs Wheel and Spinner and the Flax,\\nand Boat and Steersman and the Star.\\n7\\nWhat doubt the Master Workman s hand\\nbecause my fleshly ills increase\\nNo for there still remains one chance\\nthat I am not His Masterpiece.", "height": "3294", "width": "1642", "jp2-path": "houseofhundredli00torr_0016.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "8\\nOut of all Epicurus train\\nI wonder which class is sincerest\\nThe drones, or workers, who believe\\nthis doctrine of Believe-The-Nearest.\\n9\\nThough man or angel judge my life\\nand read it like an open scroll,\\nAnd weigh my heart, I have a judge\\nmore just than any my own soul.\\n10\\nThe Great Inn Keeper s table is\\nthe whole green face of Earth, and so\\nI sit at meat with Him nor care\\nwhether the Guest be friend or foe.\\n11\\nThe wise man said, Beware of Love\\nbehold, its end is Ash and Rue\\nHo, ho, cried Youth, this heart of mine\\nis braver than I ever knew.", "height": "3294", "width": "1642", "jp2-path": "houseofhundredli00torr_0017.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "12\\nLast night I heard a wanton girl\\ncall softly down unto her lover,\\nOr call at least unto the shade\\nof Cypress where she knew he d hover.\\n13\\nSaid she, Come forth, my Perfect One;\\nthe old bugs sleep and take their ease\\nWe shall have honey overmuch\\nwithout the buzzing of the bees,\\n14\\nAh, Foolish Ones, I heard your vows\\nand whispers underneath the tree.\\nHer father is more wakeful than\\nshe ever dreamed, for I was he.\\n15\\nI saw them kissing in the shade\\nand knew the sum of all my lore\\nGod gave them Youth, God gave them Love,\\nand even God can give no more.", "height": "3294", "width": "1642", "jp2-path": "houseofhundredli00torr_0018.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "16\\nAt first, she loved nought else but flowers,\\nand then she only loved the Rose,\\nAnd then herself alone, and then\\nshe knew not what, but now she knows.\\n17\\nAh, Flattery, thou rt like a comb\\nwith double face and double tongue,\\nThese women wear thee on their brows\\nlike an asp coiled where it stung.\\n18\\nThe lies men tell I can see through\\nthey hold no more than does a sieve\\nBut women s lies hold like the sea,\\nand like it surge and swell and live.\\n19\\nHot Youth, to know Contented Love,\\nmust first bide Slander s rude caress,\\nAnd learn to quench his Fire-of-Rage\\nin Water-of-Babes-Gentleness.", "height": "3294", "width": "1642", "jp2-path": "houseofhundredli00torr_0019.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "20\\nThe night passed and some youths caroused\\nand some poor Fakir kept his fast\\nSome lovers kissed, some graves were dug,\\nall the same night, and the night\u00e2\u0080\u0094 passed.\\n21\\nI know not from the fading Rose\\nwith parted lips what whisper went.\\nI only know the Nightingale\\nSang once again his old lament.\\n22\\nA nightingale once lost his voice\\nfrom too much love, and he who flees\\nFrom Thirst to Wine-of-his-Desire\\nmust not forget the last the lees.\\n23\\nNight is a woman vaguely veiled\\nand made to woo, I see her now\\nThe newborn moon is suddenly\\nher slender, golden, arched eyebrow.", "height": "3294", "width": "1642", "jp2-path": "houseofhundredli00torr_0020.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "24\\nI know a Thief who longs to steal\\nfrom the moon s granary on high\\nOr snatch the bunch of Pleiades\\nfrom out the cornfield of the sky.\\n25\\nDesire s gold gates are always barred\\nand open at no call or knock.\\nAge knows the only key is Pain\\nbut Youth still thinks to force the lock.\\n26\\nYou invalids who cannot drink\\nmuch wine or love, I say to you\\nContent yourselves with laughing at\\nthe antics of the fools who do.\\n27\\nBad-Liver says each morning s sun\\nis but to him a juggling bawd\\nThat opens up for man s deceit\\nonly another chest of fraud.", "height": "3294", "width": "1642", "jp2-path": "houseofhundredli00torr_0021.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "28\\nOld Ash-in- Blood still deals advice\\nto Rose-of-Youth, and as he deals it,\\nRolls piously his eyes but ah\\nhe knows the pain whose body feels it.\\n29\\nNow (to be brief), the Preacher said,\\neach chose, himself, the path he s wending\\nBut has each thought upon the end\\nAnd Youth said, Is there then an ending?\\n30\\nFive senses have been given us\\nbut while Youth pipes its roundelay\\nThey are five open doors through which\\nboth Love and Life may slip away.\\n31\\nYouth dreamed that Chaos swallowed Space,\\nTime s iron chain was snapped like rope,\\nEternity passed, and was gone,\\nyet after all these things came Hope.", "height": "3294", "width": "1642", "jp2-path": "houseofhundredli00torr_0022.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "32\\nBut now where is that faggot-heap\\nof hope wherewith my youth began\\nFate was the flint and Time the steel\\nthat kindled every thought and plan.\\n33\\nIn youth my head was hollow, like\\na gourd, not knowing good from ill\\nNow, though t is long since then, I m like\\na reed, wind-shaken hollow still.\\n34\\nThe reader in Life s mighty book,\\nin quest of Happiness, the bubble,\\nNe er sees the Writing of Content\\nwithout the heavy blot of Trouble.\\n35\\nThe same small windows light all lives\\nwhether they be of rich or poor\\nA sigh, a laugh, some wine, a sleep,\\na tear, and then the open door.", "height": "3294", "width": "1642", "jp2-path": "houseofhundredli00torr_0023.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "36\\nYes, we do sleep and dream and laugh,\\nand yes, we wake and work and sigh\\nI simply mumble now, We do\\nthe watchword of my youth was, Why?\\n37\\nAge lays its ear unto the lips\\nof Mortal- Man s-Experience\\nAnd only drinks the four faint words\\nof Where and How and Why and Whence.\\n33\\nTell Youth to play with Wine and Love\\nand never bear away the scars\\nI may as well tilt up the sky\\nand yet try not to spill the stars.\\n39\\nYet even for Youth s fevered blood\\nthere is a certain balm here in\\nThis maiden s mouth O sweet disease\\nand happy, happy medicine", "height": "3294", "width": "1642", "jp2-path": "houseofhundredli00torr_0024.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "40\\nAnd maiden, should these bitter tears\\nyou shed be burdensome, know this\\nThere is a cure worth all the pain\\nto-night beneath the moon a kiss.\\n41\\nGirl, when he gives you kisses twain,\\nuse one, and let the other stay\\nAnd hoard it, for moons die, red fades,\\nand you may need a kiss some day.\\n42\\nOne says, Truth s false and false is true.\\nWell, since I ve seen this maiden s eyes,\\nI ll be so false as to be true,\\nand such a fool as to be wise.\\n43\\nThese three have never yet been bought\\nor sold within the market place,\\nGood Luck or Love or Youth for gold\\nof any of the populace.", "height": "3294", "width": "1642", "jp2-path": "houseofhundredli00torr_0025.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "44\\nSaid one young foolish mouth with words\\nas many as the desert sands,\\nMy grandfather took daily baths\\nin rose water, just smell my hands\\n45\\nWhen priests give draughts of Duty s bowl\\nand all streams that proceed from thence,\\nThe old men do not drink with youths\\nthey drink Advice, the young.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Offense.\\n46\\nBrothers, to-day Time set a feast,\\nfor this day Summer was begun\\nAnd by a priest called Equinox\\nthe Year was married to the Sun.\\n47\\nAnd now young poets will arise\\nand burst Earth s fetters link by link,\\nAnd mount the Skies of Poesy,\\nand daub Time s helpless wings with ink", "height": "3294", "width": "1642", "jp2-path": "houseofhundredli00torr_0026.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "48\\nIn youth I wrote a song so great,\\nI thought that, like a flaring taper,\\nT would shine abroad, and so it did,\\nto the four corners of the paper.\\n49\\nAnd poet, should you think your songs\\nmust or even will be read,\\nBethink thee, friend, what fine springs rise\\nimpotently from the sea s bed.\\n50\\nFame sets the pace the more you chase,\\nthe more she ll turn and taunt and flee,\\nTill you stand breathless at the goal\\nand read its name, Obscurity.\\n51\\nI did not hate that orator\\nof many words for what he said\\nI only thought it just some old\\nquaint game his tongue played with his\\nhead.", "height": "3294", "width": "1642", "jp2-path": "houseofhundredli00torr_0027.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "52\\nI marveled at the speaker s tongue\\nand marveled more as he unrolled it.\\nHow strange a thing it was, and yet,\\nhow much more strange if he could hold it\\n53\\nA little Judge once said to me\\nBehold, my friend, /caused these laws!\\nBut I knew One who, strange to say,\\nhad been the Causer of this Cause.\\n54\\nAnd my conceited friend, be sure\\nwhen you sleep, others will arouse\\nFor the Great Landlord can t endure\\nto have no tenants in His house.\\n55\\nMany a word caused many a tear\\nbetween the rise and set of sun\\nMany a sound caused many a sigh\\nbut Silence rarely caused a one.", "height": "3294", "width": "1642", "jp2-path": "houseofhundredli00torr_0028.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "56\\nThe Tabor is the noisiest\\nof instruments, but take the pest\\nAnd crack his hide and peer within,\\nyou ll find his heart is hollowest.\\n57\\nUhfus rehearsed before his goat,\\nand practiced speech each day above it,\\nUntil his fame spread far and wide,\\nand yet the goat knew nothing of it.\\n58\\nThe villagers laugh at their fool,\\nand roar and cough and shake and nurse\\nTheir aching sides, then laugh again\\nbut he laughs at the villagers.\\n59\\nThis raindrop makes me dream brave dreams\\nof how to overcome the sea\\nThe drop s far wiser head dreams too\\nits dream, Impossibility.", "height": "3294", "width": "1642", "jp2-path": "houseofhundredli00torr_0029.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "60\\nWhen I m in health and asked to choose\\nbetween the This and That, alas\\nI all too gladly yield my throne\\nup there beside the Sea of Glass.\\n61\\nThe Song of Love, the Song of Hate,\\nthe Songs of Praise and of Thanksgiving;\\nI ve learned them all, but there remains\\none called the Melody of Living.\\n62\\nA strong, brave man is born each month,\\neach year God gives a sage to men,\\nA poet each ten years, perhaps,\\nbut an unselfish person, when\\n63\\nSometimes I think that all mankind\\nexist but to be bought and sold\\nThe rich man s paramour is gold,\\nthe poor man s goddess, gold, gold, gold.", "height": "3294", "width": "1642", "jp2-path": "houseofhundredli00torr_0030.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "64\\nWhatever Juice this sky will pour\\nthis gaping parched old throat will drain\\nWhat time the Harper harps I ll dance\\ntis He, not I, who shall complain.\\n65\\nMeal may be scarce and cakes be burnt,\\nyet I weep not nor even scold\\nThe sun is food enough for me,\\nt is large, and has not yet grown cold.\\n66\\nAnd yet, when eventide comes on\\nI know that I ll be glad to take\\nA little wine with snow, and yes\\n(after the sun) a little cake.\\n67\\nWhy mongst all languages of earth\\nthere s none so sweet nor yet so fine\\nAs that one spoken daily thrice\\nby two and thirty teeth of mine.", "height": "3294", "width": "1642", "jp2-path": "houseofhundredli00torr_0031.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "68\\nYet what have I to do with sweets\\nlike Love, or Wine, or Fame s dear curse\\nFor I can do without all things\\nexcept except the universe.\\n69\\nThe sieve-like cup of Earthly Joy\\nstill foams for me with many a bead,\\nBut I have found another wine\\ncalled Charity-without-a-Creed.\\n70\\nAnd if I want to sleep, I ll sleep\\nmore than Religion s laws allow.\\nWe ll have a long sleep in the grave\\nerelong and should we not learn how\\n71\\nWhether my days are cooled with calm\\nor filled with fever s ardent taint,\\nI have the same blue sky as God,\\n1 have the same God as the saint.", "height": "3294", "width": "1642", "jp2-path": "houseofhundredli00torr_0032.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "72\\nWhen strangers sit at meat with me,\\ne en though they be of rich condition,\\nAnd all their words be feasts, I ll take\\nthem with the little spice\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Suspicion.\\n73\\nIn all the undertakings I\\nhave entered in, my stratagem\\nHas been to widen carefully\\nsome gap for getting out of them.\\n74\\nI answer to the riddle of\\nHow many men on earth should be?\\nFor friends, a billion are too few\\nfor enemies, one surfeits me.\\n75\\nI make no truce with cunning foes,\\nbeneath their sweetest words lurk thorns,\\nBut with all fools I am at peace\\nwhoever saw an ass with horns", "height": "3294", "width": "1642", "jp2-path": "houseofhundredli00torr_0033.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "76\\nThough all I was seems but a dream,\\nand all I am, not worth a sigh,\\nIf all that 1 possess is friends,\\nwell, all 1 wish is not to die.\\n77\\nI give God praise because of right,\\nand fear, for terrors that He sends\\nBut more than all, I give Him love\\nbecause He gave to me my friends.\\n78\\nWhen I get wounds from enemies\\nI try not to lament a bit\\nThe tree that bears not any fruit,\\nwho ever threw a stone at it\\n79\\nWhen Fortune sits at meat with me\\nand lights my fire and tolls my bell,\\nBe very sure I ll soon collect\\nall scattered Means-of -doing- Well.", "height": "3294", "width": "1642", "jp2-path": "houseofhundredli00torr_0034.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "80\\nYe wily ones think not to thwart\\nwhat warrant Destiny hath signed\\nFor just before he strikes, he makes\\nthe cunningest both deaf and blind.\\n81\\nBut work a year and sleep an hour,\\nand sleep a night and sing a day,\\nAnd take a little wine and love,\\nand when you feel religious pray.\\n82\\nSo far, alas, the desert bears\\nthe Caravan of the Wise and Just,\\nThe wind brings to these foolish ones\\nno sound of it, nor scent, nor dust.\\n83\\nFor some are beasts and some are men\\nin these new days as in the olden,\\nFor neither now nor evermore\\nwill gold be clay or clay be golden.", "height": "3294", "width": "1642", "jp2-path": "houseofhundredli00torr_0035.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "84\\nThink not such sterile leaves of chaff\\nhave ever yet escaped the flail,\\nFor on Fate s dreadful threshing floor\\nContrivance is of no avail.\\n85\\nSea fathoms deep midst gold and gems\\nLife sits and weeps on ocean s floor,\\nBut though on land no treasure is,\\nLife laughs and stands I ll stay on shore.\\n86\\nI envied the brown diver when\\nhe brought the pearl to where I read,\\nBut envy had not known my heart\\nwhen the green waves closed o er his head.\\n87\\nE en though 1 be but thorns and dust\\nthe Gard ner gives me as He goes\\nSuch rains and suns, I give Him blooms,\\nyes perchance even a Rose.", "height": "3294", "width": "1642", "jp2-path": "houseofhundredli00torr_0036.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "88\\nWhether I be a blossom for\\nthe Gardener s nostrils I care not\\nMayhap I ll be the stick of wood\\nthat feeds the fire to boil His pot.\\n89\\nNow Patience is the hurtfullest\\nof all the thorns my Garden wears,\\nAnd yet the sweetest of them all\\nis the white bud that Patience bears.\\n90\\nThis mess of cracked ice, stones and bread\\nof sweetness savours not a bit,\\nAnd yet my friends, I m satisfied,\\nf or lo I I invented it\\n91\\nWhen my desire has set itself\\nupon a thing and strives to win it,\\nAnd Wisdom s method s will not gain,\\nI use a little Folly in it.", "height": "3294", "width": "1642", "jp2-path": "houseofhundredli00torr_0037.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "92\\nNow all ye slothful ones, who fear\\nDeath s nearing goal, take heart of grace:\\nWho never went upon the road\\nwill never reach the halting place.\\n93\\nLet me once see my Spring of Hope\\nclad in her clinging, light green dress,\\nThen I, for one, will aye endure\\nmy yellow Autumns of Distress.\\n94\\nNow who will undertake to tie\\nthis broken strand of yellow hair\\nAh Is it tied, and strong But friend,\\nforget not this, the knot is there.\\n95\\nSometimes I think man s fate is like\\na weather vane with circling base\\nThat points now north, now south, now turns,\\nblown by the winds of Time and Space.", "height": "3294", "width": "1642", "jp2-path": "houseofhundredli00torr_0038.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "96\\nThe Great Sword Bearer only knows\\njust when He ll wound my heart, not I\\nBut since He is the one who gives\\nthe balm, what does it signify\\n97\\nIf my Control should lose its hold\\non Fortune s collar through some hurt,\\nWhat then? Why then I d simply cling\\nto old grey Resignation s skirt.\\n98\\nOf all the languages of earth\\nin which the human kind confer\\nThe Master Speaker is the Tear:\\nit is the Great Interpreter.\\n99\\nMan s life is like a tide that weaves\\nthe sea within its daily web.\\nIt rises, surges, swells and grows,\\na pause then comes the evening ebb.", "height": "3294", "width": "1642", "jp2-path": "houseofhundredli00torr_0039.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "100\\nIn this rough field of earthly life\\n1 have reaped cause for tears enough,\\nYet after all, I think I ve gleaned\\nmy modicum of Laughing-Stuff.", "height": "3294", "width": "1642", "jp2-path": "houseofhundredli00torr_0040.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "OF THIS FIRST EDITION OF THE\\nHOUSE OFAHUNDRED LIGHTS BY\\nFREDERIC RIDGELEY TORRENCE\\nWITH DECORATIONS AND COVER\\nDESIGN BY BERTRAM GROSVENOR\\nGOODHUE SEVEN HUNDRED AND\\nFIFTY COPIES HAVE BEEN PRINTED\\nFROM TYPE FOR SMALL MAYNARD\\nCOMPANY AT THE HEINTZEMANN\\nPRESS IN BOSTON U.S.A. 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