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| author | C4FX2Sic <108664721+C4FX2Sic@users.noreply.github.com> | 2025-05-10 13:32:13 +0100 |
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| committer | C4FX2Sic <108664721+C4FX2Sic@users.noreply.github.com> | 2025-05-10 13:32:13 +0100 |
| commit | 30750ca79d0df3e56d5ae055429c85051cea0f21 (patch) | |
| tree | 736ea70bf670c68e904ea5f13adee0fd530c7a8c | |
| parent | aa27ead8eb9ef657342283974b0e962b4fcc63ce (diff) | |
Format verse, addresses
| -rw-r--r-- | 2604-h/2604-h.htm | 157 |
1 files changed, 89 insertions, 68 deletions
diff --git a/2604-h/2604-h.htm b/2604-h/2604-h.htm index e1f1bf0..7e834ac 100644 --- a/2604-h/2604-h.htm +++ b/2604-h/2604-h.htm @@ -7,6 +7,8 @@ body { margin:5%; text-align:justify} P { text-indent: 1em; margin-top: .25em; margin-bottom: .25em; } + p.noindent { text-indent: 0em } + p.letteraddress {text-align: right; margin-top: 2em; } H1,H2,H3,H4,H5,H6 { text-align: center; margin-left: 15%; margin-right: 15%; } hr { width: 50%; text-align: center;} .foot { margin-left: 20%; margin-right: 20%; text-align: justify; text-indent: -3em; font-size: 90%; } @@ -21,7 +23,9 @@ .pagenum {display:inline; font-size: 70%; font-style:normal; margin: 0; padding: 0; position: absolute; right: 1%; text-align: right;} - pre { font-style: italic; font-size: 90%; margin-left: 10%;} + .verse { + font-size: 90%; text-indent: 0%; margin-top: 1em; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 10% } + .verse span.verseindent { margin-left: 2% } </style> </head> @@ -806,12 +810,12 @@ into the room so beautifully. Do you know—oh, of course, you despise music—but Anderson was playing Wagner, and he’d just got to the part where they sing - </p> -<pre> - ‘Rheingold! + </p> + <p class="verse"> + ‘Rheingold!<br> Rheingold!’ -</pre> - <p> + </p> + <p class="noindent"> and the sun strikes into the waters, and the music, which up to then has so often been in E flat—” </p> @@ -3941,7 +3945,7 @@ <p> Seven letters written in June:— </p> - <p> + <p class="letteraddress"> Cambridge. </p> <p> @@ -3973,8 +3977,9 @@ <p> S.A. </p> - <p> - Shelthorpe, 9 Sawston Park Road, Sawston. + <p class="letteraddress"> + Shelthorpe, 9 Sawston Park Road,<br> + Sawston. </p> <p> Dear Ansell, @@ -3995,7 +4000,7 @@ <p> R.E. </p> - <p> + <p class="letteraddress"> Cambridge. </p> <p> @@ -4014,8 +4019,9 @@ <p> (2) She is not truthful. </p> - <p> - Shelthorpe, 9 Sawston Park Road, Sawston. + <p class="letteraddress"> + Shelthorpe, 9 Sawston Park Road,<br> + Sawston. </p> <p> My Dear Stewart, @@ -4040,8 +4046,9 @@ <p> R.E. </p> - <p> - Shelthorpe, 9 Sawston Park Road, Sawston. + <p class="letteraddress"> + Shelthorpe, 9 Sawston Park Road,<br> + Sawston. </p> <p> Dear Mrs. Lewin, @@ -4070,8 +4077,9 @@ <p> Agnes Pembroke </p> - <p> - Shelthorpe, 9 Sawston Park Road Sawston. + <p class="letteraddress"> + Shelthorpe, 9 Sawston Park Road,<br> + Sawston. </p> <p> Dear Mr. Silt, @@ -4101,7 +4109,7 @@ <p> Herbert Pembroke </p> - <p> + <p class="letteraddress"> Cadover, Wilts. </p> <p> @@ -5517,8 +5525,9 @@ <p> “Now you’re asking. </p> - <p> - “Old Em’ly she limps, And as—” + <p class="verse"> + “‘Old Em’ly she limps,<br> + And as—’” </p> <p> “I am so tired,” said Rickie. Why should he stand it any longer? @@ -5547,8 +5556,9 @@ <p> “Certainly. Thank you for your kind care of me.” </p> - <p> - “‘Old Em’ly she limps, And as—’” + <p class="verse"> + “‘Old Em’ly she limps,<br> + And as—’” </p> <p> Soon he was out of earshot. Soon they were lost to view. Soon they were @@ -5573,14 +5583,15 @@ sure whether he liked the soldier after all, nor whether he had been wise in showing him his compositions. </p> - <p> - “‘Old Em’ly she limps, And as I—’” + <p class="verse"> + “‘Old Em’ly she limps,<br> + And as I—’” </p> <p> “All right, Thomas. That’ll do.” </p> - <p> - “Old Em’ly—‘” + <p class="verse"> + “‘Old Em’ly—’” </p> <p> “I wish you’d dry up, like a good fellow. This is the lady’s horse, you @@ -5621,13 +5632,14 @@ “I call it a jolly rotten song,” said Stephen crossly. “I won’t stand being got at.” </p> -<pre> -“P’r’aps y’like therold song. Lishen. - - “‘Of all the gulls that arsshmart, - There’s none line pretty—Em’ly; + <p> + “P’r’aps y’like therold song. Lishen. + </p> + <p class="verse"> + “‘Of all the gulls that arsshmart,<br> + There’s none line pretty—Em’ly;<br> For she’s the darling of merart—’” - </pre> + </p> <p> “Now, that’s wrong.” He rode up close to the singer. </p> @@ -5667,8 +5679,9 @@ “Emily—femily!” cried the soldier, with an inspiration that was not his when sober. “My mother taught me femily. </p> - <p> - “‘For she’s the darling of merart, And she lives in my femily.’” + <p class="verse"> + “‘For she’s the darling of merart,<br> + <span class="verseindent">And she lives in my femily.’”</span> </p> <p> “Well, you’d best be careful, Thomas, and your mother too.” @@ -5831,11 +5844,11 @@ Colonel Ingersoll, or to marry Mrs. Julia P. Chunk! The Demeter turned towards him as he bathed, and in the cold water he sang— </p> -<pre> - “They aren’t beautiful, they aren’t modest; - I’d just as soon follow an old stone goddess,” - </pre> - <p> + <p class="verse"> + “They aren’t beautiful, they aren’t modest;<br> + I’d just as soon follow an old stone goddess,”— + </p> + <p class="noindent"> and sprang upward through the skylight on to the roof. </p> <p> @@ -6157,16 +6170,20 @@ Shelley, and it opened at a passage that he had cherished greatly two years before, and marked as “very good.” </p> - <p> - “I never was attached to that great sect Whose doctrine is that each one - should select Out of the world a mistress or a friend, And all the rest, - though fair and wise, commend To cold oblivion,—though it is the - code Of modern morals, and the beaten road Which those poor slaves with - weary footsteps tread Who travel to their home among the dead By the broad - highway of the world,—and so With one sad friend, perhaps a jealous - foe, The dreariest and the longest journey go.” - </p> - <p> + <p class="verse"> + “I never was attached to that great sect<br> + Whose doctrine is that each one should select<br> + Out of the world a mistress or a friend<br> + And all the rest, though fair and wise, commend<br> + To cold oblivion,—though it is the code<br> + Of modern morals, and the beaten road<br> + Which those poor slaves with weary footsteps tread<br> + Who travel to their home among the dead<br> + By the broad highway of the world,—and so<br> + With one sad friend, perhaps a jealous foe,<br> + The dreariest and the longest journey go.”<br> + </p> + <p class="noindent"> It was “very good”—fine poetry, and, in a sense, true. Yet he was surprised that he had ever selected it so vehemently. This afternoon it seemed a little inhuman. Half a mile off two lovers were keeping company @@ -7461,12 +7478,13 @@ imperial poets. He showed how patriotism had broadened since the days of Shakespeare, who, for all his genius, could only write of his country as— </p> - <p> - “This fortress built by nature for herself Against infection and the hand - of war, This hazy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set - in the silver sea.” + <p class="verse"> + “This fortress built by nature for herself<br> + Against infection and the hand of war,<br> + This hazy breed of men, this little world,<br> + This precious stone set in the silver sea.” </p> - <p> + <p class="noindent"> And it seemed that only a short ladder lay between the preparation room and the Anglo-Saxon hegemony of the globe. Then he paused, and in the silence came “sob, sob, sob,” from a little boy, who was regretting a @@ -7478,11 +7496,10 @@ matter for taste, and it was Mr. Pembroke (and he only because he had the music) who gave the right intonation to </p> - <pre> - “Perish each laggard! - Let it not be said + <p class="verse"> + “Perish each laggard! Let it not be said<br> That Sawston such within her walls hath bred.” - </pre> + </p> <p> “Come, come,” he said pleasantly, as they ended with harmonies in the style of Richard Strauss. “This will never do. We must grapple with the @@ -7576,8 +7593,9 @@ required to provide it with an atmosphere. The scheme of work was already mapped out, and he started gaily upon familiar words— </p> - <p> - “Pan, ovium custos, tua si tibi Maenala curae Adsis, O Tegaee, favens.” + <p class="verse"> + “Pan, ovium custos, tua si tibi Maenala curae<br> + Adsis, O Tegaee, favens.” </p> <p> “Do you think that beautiful?” he asked, and received the honest answer, @@ -9896,10 +9914,10 @@ they had quarrelled, and the young man was wondering why he had not guarded his chin properly. In the distance a hymn swung off— </p> - <p> + <p class="verse"> “Fight the good. Fight with. All thy. Might.” </p> - <p> + <p class="noindent"> They would be across from the chapel soon. </p> <p> @@ -10311,7 +10329,10 @@ parlour-maid into the house smoking. As he entered the dinner-bell rang, and there was the sound of rushing feet, which died away into shuffling and silence. Through the window of the boys’ dining-hall came the - colourless voice of Rickie—“‘Benedictus benedicat.’” + colourless voice of Rickie— + </p> + <p class="verse"> + “‘Benedictus benedicat.’” </p> <p> Ansell prepared himself to witness the second act of the drama; forgetting @@ -10662,7 +10683,7 @@ It was Rickie, not Ansell, who was carried from the hall, and it was Herbert who pronounced the blessing— </p> - <p> + <p class="verse"> “Benedicto benedicatur.” </p> <p> @@ -11005,11 +11026,11 @@ love for each other, was not dependent on detail: it grew not from the nerves but from the soul. </p> - <p> - “I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey work of the stars, - And the pismire is equally perfect, and a grain of sand, and the egg of - the wren, And the tree toad is a chef-d’oeuvre for the highest, And the - running blackberry would adorn the parlours of heaven.” + <p class="verse"> + “I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey work of the stars,<br> + And the pismire is equally perfect, and a grain of sand, and the egg of the wren,<br> + And the tree toad is a chef-d’oeuvre for the highest,<br> + And the running blackberry would adorn the parlours of heaven.” </p> <p> They had never read these lines, and would have thought them nonsense if |