diff options
| -rw-r--r-- | 42183-h/42183-h.htm | 170 | ||||
| -rw-r--r-- | LICENSE.txt | 4 | ||||
| -rw-r--r-- | README.md | 2 |
3 files changed, 70 insertions, 106 deletions
diff --git a/42183-h/42183-h.htm b/42183-h/42183-h.htm index bd69234..a87e02d 100644 --- a/42183-h/42183-h.htm +++ b/42183-h/42183-h.htm @@ -1,15 +1,9 @@ -<!DOCTYPE html PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD XHTML 1.0 Strict//EN" - "http://www.w3.org/TR/xhtml1/DTD/xhtml1-strict.dtd"> -<!-- $Id: header.txt 236 2009-12-07 18:57:00Z vlsimpson $ --> - -<html xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml" xml:lang="en" lang="en"> +<!DOCTYPE html> +<html lang="en"> <head> - <meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8" /> - <meta http-equiv="Content-Style-Type" content="text/css" /> - <title> - The Project Gutenberg eBook of Queen Of The Black Coast, by Robert E. Howard. - </title> - <style type="text/css"> + <meta charset="utf-8"> +<title>Queen Of The Black Coast | Project Gutenberg</title> + <style> body { margin-left: 10%; @@ -137,58 +131,25 @@ table { none; } -/* Poetry */ -.poem { - margin-left:10%; - margin-right:10%; - text-align: left; -} - -.poem br {display: none;} - -.poem .stanza {margin: 1em 0em 1em 0em;} - -.poem span.i0 { - display: block; - margin-left: 0em; - padding-left: 3em; - text-indent: -3em; -} - -.poem span.i2 { - display: block; - margin-left: 2em; - padding-left: 3em; - text-indent: -3em; +/* === Poetry === */ +.poetry-container { + display: flex; + justify-content: center; } -.poem span.i4 { - display: block; - margin-left: 4em; - padding-left: 3em; - text-indent: -3em; -} - -.poem span.i12 { - display: block; - margin-left: 12em; - padding-left: 3em; - text-indent: -3em; -} - -.poem span.i14 { - display: block; - margin-left: 14em; - padding-left: 3em; - text-indent: -3em; -} +.poetry { + text-align: left; + margin-left: 5%; + margin-right: 5%; + } -.poem span.i22 { - display: block; - margin-left: 22em; - padding-left: 3em; +.stanza { + margin: 0.75em auto; text-indent: -3em; } +.stanza div.i0 {padding-left: 3em;} +.stanza div.i4 {padding-left: 5em;} +.stanza div.i22 {padding-left: 14em;} </style> </head> @@ -196,10 +157,10 @@ table { <div>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 42183 ***</div> <div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/cover.jpg" alt=""/> +<img src="images/cover.jpg" alt=""> </div> -<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<hr style="width: 65%;" > <h1>QUEEN OF THE BLACK COAST</h1> @@ -212,18 +173,21 @@ copyright on this publication was renewed.]</p></blockquote> -<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<hr style="width: 65%;" > <h2>1 Conan Joins the Pirates</h2> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i12"><i>Believe green buds awaken in the spring,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i14"><i>That autumn paints the leaves with somber fire;</i><br /></span> -<span class="i12"><i>Believe I held my heart inviolate</i><br /></span> -<span class="i14"><i>To lavish on one man my hot desire.</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i22">THE SONG OF BÊLIT<br /></span> -</div></div> - +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="poetry"> +<div class="stanza"> +<div class="i0"><i>Believe green buds awaken in the spring,</i></div> +<div class="i4"><i>That autumn paints the leaves with somber fire;</i></div> +<div class="i0"><i>Believe I held my heart inviolate</i></div> +<div class="i4"><i>To lavish on one man my hot desire.</i></div> +<div> </div> +<div class="i22">THE SONG OF BÊLIT</div> +</div> +</div> +</div> <p>Hoofs drummed down the street that sloped to the wharfs. The folk that yelled and scattered had only a fleeting glimpse of a mailed figure on a @@ -421,7 +385,7 @@ bows and arrows.</p> <p>'Little use to resist if we're run down,' he grunted. 'But it rasps the soul to give up life without a struggle.'</p> -<hr style="width: 45%;" /> +<hr style="width: 45%;" > <p>It was just at sunrise when the lookout shouted a warning. Around the long point of an island off the starboard bow glided a long lethal @@ -522,7 +486,7 @@ himself to leap and die in the midst of them, a shrill cry froze the lifted arms. They stood like statues, the black giants poised for the spear-casts, the mailed swordsman with his dripping blade.</p> -<hr style="width: 45%;" /> +<hr style="width: 45%;" > <p>Bêlit sprang before the blacks, beating down their spears. She turned toward Conan, her bosom heaving, her eyes flashing. Fierce fingers of @@ -619,16 +583,16 @@ against the black plates of his corseleted breast.</p> -<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<hr style="width: 65%;" > <h2>2 The Black Lotus</h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i12"><i>In that dead citadel of crumbling stone</i><br /></span> -<span class="i14"><i>Her eyes were snared by that unholy sheen,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i12"><i>And curious madness took me by the throat,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i14"><i>As of a rival lover thrust between.</i><br /></span> +<span class="i12"><i>In that dead citadel of crumbling stone</i><br ></span> +<span class="i14"><i>Her eyes were snared by that unholy sheen,</i><br ></span> +<span class="i12"><i>And curious madness took me by the throat,</i><br ></span> +<span class="i14"><i>As of a rival lover thrust between.</i><br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i22">THE SONG OF BÊLIT<br /></span> +<span class="i22">THE SONG OF BÊLIT<br ></span> </div></div> @@ -771,7 +735,7 @@ purple sails on the crystal sea of paradise, or writhed in the molten flames of hell! I am yours, and all the gods and all their eternities shall not sever us!'</p> -<hr style="width: 45%;" /> +<hr style="width: 45%;" > <p>A scream rang from the lookout in the bows. Thrusting Bêlit aside, Conan bounded up, his sword a long silver glitter in the moonlight, his hair @@ -934,7 +898,7 @@ passion, her fingers working at the gems on her breast.</p> <p>'Very well,' she said absently, hardly heeding him. 'I'll get the loot aboard.'</p> -<hr style="width: 45%;" /> +<hr style="width: 45%;" > <p>The jungle closed quickly about them, changing the light from gold to gray. From the arching green branches creepers dangled like pythons. The @@ -976,16 +940,16 @@ air.</p> -<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<hr style="width: 65%;" > <h2>3 The Horror in the Jungle</h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i12"><i>Was it a dream the nighted lotus brought?</i><br /></span> -<span class="i14"><i>Then curst the dream that bought my sluggish life;</i><br /></span> -<span class="i12"><i>And curst each laggard hour that does not see</i><br /></span> -<span class="i14"><i>Hot blood drip blackly from the crimsoned knife.</i><br /></span> +<span class="i12"><i>Was it a dream the nighted lotus brought?</i><br ></span> +<span class="i14"><i>Then curst the dream that bought my sluggish life;</i><br ></span> +<span class="i12"><i>And curst each laggard hour that does not see</i><br ></span> +<span class="i14"><i>Hot blood drip blackly from the crimsoned knife.</i><br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i22">THE SONG OF BÊLIT<br /></span> +<span class="i22">THE SONG OF BÊLIT<br ></span> </div></div> @@ -1100,7 +1064,7 @@ Like men maddened by terror, they threw away their weapons and raced wildly through the jungle, pressed close by the slavering monstrosity that flapped its wings above them.</p> -<hr style="width: 45%;" /> +<hr style="width: 45%;" > <p>Chaos and confusion followed this vision, during which Conan feebly struggled to awake. Dimly he seemed to see himself lying under a nodding @@ -1190,18 +1154,18 @@ blood in the gray light.</p> -<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<hr style="width: 65%;" > <h2>4 The Attack from the Air</h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i12"><i>The shadows were black around him,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i14"><i>The dripping jaws gaped wide,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i12"><i>Thicker than rain the red drops fell;</i><br /></span> -<span class="i12"><i>But my love was fiercer than Death's black spell,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i12"><i>Nor all the iron walls of hell</i><br /></span> -<span class="i14"><i>Could keep me from his side.</i><br /></span> +<span class="i12"><i>The shadows were black around him,</i><br ></span> +<span class="i14"><i>The dripping jaws gaped wide,</i><br ></span> +<span class="i12"><i>Thicker than rain the red drops fell;</i><br ></span> +<span class="i12"><i>But my love was fiercer than Death's black spell,</i><br ></span> +<span class="i12"><i>Nor all the iron walls of hell</i><br ></span> +<span class="i14"><i>Could keep me from his side.</i><br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i22">THE SONG OF BÊLIT<br /></span> +<span class="i22">THE SONG OF BÊLIT<br ></span> </div></div> @@ -1333,7 +1297,7 @@ crumpled, the column came thundering down in bursting fragments. For a blind cataclysmic instant the sky seemed to rain shards of marble. Then a rubble of shattered stone lay whitely under the moon.</p> -<hr style="width: 45%;" /> +<hr style="width: 45%;" > <p>Conan stirred, throwing off the splinters that half covered him. A glancing blow had knocked off his helmet and momentarily stunned him. @@ -1416,17 +1380,17 @@ richness of which was equal to the ransom of an empress.</p> -<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<hr style="width: 65%;" > <h2>5 The Funeral Pyre</h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i12"><i>Now we are done with roaming, evermore;</i><br /></span> -<span class="i14"><i>No more the oars, the windy harp's refrain;</i><br /></span> -<span class="i12"><i>Nor crimson pennon frights the dusky shore;</i><br /></span> -<span class="i14"><i>Blue girdle of the world, receive again</i><br /></span> -<span class="i12"><i>Her whom thou gavest me.</i><br /></span> +<span class="i12"><i>Now we are done with roaming, evermore;</i><br ></span> +<span class="i14"><i>No more the oars, the windy harp's refrain;</i><br ></span> +<span class="i12"><i>Nor crimson pennon frights the dusky shore;</i><br ></span> +<span class="i14"><i>Blue girdle of the world, receive again</i><br ></span> +<span class="i12"><i>Her whom thou gavest me.</i><br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i22">THE SONG OF BÊLIT<br /></span> +<span class="i22">THE SONG OF BÊLIT<br ></span> </div></div> diff --git a/LICENSE.txt b/LICENSE.txt index 6312041..b5dba15 100644 --- a/LICENSE.txt +++ b/LICENSE.txt @@ -1,4 +1,4 @@ -This eBook, including all associated images, markup, improvements, +This book, including all associated images, markup, improvements, metadata, and any other content or labor, has been confirmed to be in the PUBLIC DOMAIN IN THE UNITED STATES. @@ -7,5 +7,5 @@ the "Copyright How-To" at https://www.gutenberg.org. No investigation has been made concerning possible copyrights in jurisdictions other than the United States. Anyone seeking to utilize -this eBook outside of the United States should confirm copyright +this book outside of the United States should confirm copyright status under the laws that apply to them. @@ -1,2 +1,2 @@ Project Gutenberg (https://www.gutenberg.org) public repository for -eBook #42183 (https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/42183) +book #42183 (https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/42183) |