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#include "windows.h"
#include "Resource.h"
Menu MENU
BEGIN
POPUP "Poems"
BEGIN
MENUITEM "Bitmap", CM_BITMAP
MENUITEM "Brahmin", CM_BRAHMIN
MENUITEM "Woodnotes", CM_WOODNOTES
MENUITEM "SeaShore", CM_SEASHORE
END
MENUITEM "&About", CM_ABOUT
END
Icon ICON Emerson.ico
Cursor CURSOR Emerson.cur
Brahma CUSTOM Brahma.txt
Bitmap BITMAP Bitmap.bmp
About DIALOG 18, 18, 141, 58
STYLE DS_MODALFRAME | WS_POPUP | WS_CAPTION | WS_SYSMENU
CAPTION "About Dialog"
BEGIN
PUSHBUTTON "OK", IDOK, 5, 39, 132, 12, WS_CHILD|WS_VISIBLE|WS_TABSTOP
CTEXT "Emerson Example", -1, 1, 9, 140, 8, WS_CHILD|WS_VISIBLE|WS_GROUP
CTEXT "Copyright (c) World Community, Inc.", -1, 1, 23, 140, 10, WS_CHILD|WS_VISIBLE|WS_GROUP
END
STRINGTABLE
BEGIN
0, "Woodnotes (Part 1)"
1, "by Ralph Waldo Emerson"
2, ""
3, "When the pine tosses its cones"
4, "To the song of its waterfall tones,"
5, "Who speeds to the woodland walks?"
6, "To birds and trees who talks?"
7, "Caesar of his leafy Rome,"
8, "There the poet is at home."
9, "He goes to the river-side,"
10, "Not hook nor line hath he;"
11, "He stands in the meadows wide,"
12, "Nor gun nor scythe to see."
13, "Sure some god his eye enchants;"
14, "What he knows nobody wants,"
15, "In the wood he travels glad,"
16, "Without better fortune had,"
17, "Melancholy without bad."
18, "Knowledge this man prizes best"
19, "Seems, fantastic to the rest:"
20, "Pondering shadows, colors, clouds,"
21, "Grass-bunds and caterpillar-shrouds,"
22, "Boughs on which the wild bees settle,"
23, "Tints that spot the violet's petal,"
24, "Why nature loves the number five,"
25, "And why the star-form she repeats:"
26, "Lover of all things alive,"
27, "Wonderer at all he meets,"
28, "Wonderer chiefly at himself"
29, "Who can tell him what he is?"
30, "Or how meet in human elf"
31, "Coming and past eternities?"
32, "Brahma"
33, "by Ralph Waldo Emerson"
34, ""
35, "If the red slayer think he slays"
36, "Or if the slain think he is slain,"
37, "They know not well the subtle ways"
38, "I keep and pass and turn again."
39, ""
40, "Far or forget to me is near;"
41, "Shadow and sunlight are the same;"
42, "The vanished gods to me appear;"
43, "And one to me are shame and fame."
44, ""
45, "They reckon ill who leave me out"
46, "When me they fly, I am the wings;"
47, "I am the doubter and the doubt,"
48, "And I the hymn the Brahmin sings."
49, ""
50, "The strong gods pine for my abode,"
51, "And pine in vain the sacred Seven;"
52, "But thou, meek lover of the good!"
53, "Find me, and turn thy back on heaven."
64, "SeaShore"
65, "by Ralph Waldo Emerson"
66, ""
67, "I heard or seemed to hear the chiding Sea"
68, "Say, Pilgrim, why so late and slow to come?"
69, "Am I not always here, thy summer home?"
70, "Is not my voice thy music, morn and eve?"
71, "My breath thy healthful climate in the heats,"
72, "My trouch thy antidote, my bay thy bath?"
73, "Was ever couch magnificent as mine?"
74, "Lie on the warm rock-ledges, and there learn"
75, "A little but suffices like a town."
76, "I make your sculptured architecture vain,"
77, "Vain beside mine. I drive my wedges home,"
78, "And carve the coastwise mountain into caves."
79, "Lo! here is ROme, and Nineveh and Thebes,"
80, "Kannak and Pyramid and Giant's Stairs"
81, "Half piled or prostrate; and my newest slab"
82, "Older than all thy race."
83, ""
84, "Behold the Sea,"
85, "The opaline, the plentiful and strong,"
86, "Yet beautiful as is the rose in June,"
87, "Fresh as the trickling rainbow of July;"
88, "Sea full of food, the nourisher of kinds,"
89, "Purger of earth, and medicine of men;"
90, "Creating a sweet climate by my breath,"
91, "Washing out harms and griefs from memory,"
92, "And, in my mathe matic ebb and flow,"
93, "Giving a hint of that which changes not."
94, "Rich ar the sea-gods: who gives gifts but they?"
95, "They grape the sea for pearls, but more than pearls:"
96, "They pluck force thence, and give it to the wise."
97, "For every wave is wealth to Daedalus,"
98, "Wealth to the cunning artist who can work"
99, "This matchless strength. Where shall he find, 0 waves!"
100, "A load your Atlas shoulders cannot lift?"
END