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# Landon in The Literary Gazette 1824/Withered Flowers

Literary Gazette, 26th June, 1824, Page 411
ORIGINAL POETRY. THE WITHERED FLOWERS.
There is a white Vase in my hall,
The sweetest, the saddest, the dearest of all;
‘Tis a Grecian vase, and was brought by thee
From the shores of sunny Italy.
Well I remember the fanciful things
That floated in light imaginings,
Of the Nymph that was wont to bear
The showy urn on her raven hair
To a fountain near; and then to shed
The fresh cool wave o'er some rose's head.
 Its use is changed, tis now filled to the brim
With roses, whose colours are faded and dim—
With violet leaves, which have not a shade
Of the purple in which they were once arrayed.
Yet not a flower has faded there,
That graced not my bosom, or bound not my hair; Every one was gathered by thee,
In the light of their April revelrie.—
Their blush is departed—yet feel how sweet,
As you lean o'er the vase, is the air that you meet!
 And is not this Love, tho' the glories may fall
Of the light of his earlier coronal?
How sweet a memory lingers still,
Mid wreck and mid ruin, mid sorrow and ill!
Love's wings may pass, but still they fling
A scent from the flowers that bind each wing;
And I, tho' wronged and slighted, yet
Have been too happy to quite forget:—
I hang o'er my thoughts, as I hang o'er these flowers, And think what they have been in summer hours.
Farewell to love, and farewell to thee—
But not farewell to your memory!
# Landon in The Literary Gazette 1825/Avenger

Literary Gazette, 3rd September, 1825, Page 572-573
ORIGINAL POETRY. THE AVENGER.
It is customary among many of the Arab tribes, when a chief is slain, to preserve his sandals, which are given to his son or nearest kinsman when of age, to avenge his death.
Upon these sandals there is blood—
It was not poured in battle flood;
It was not shed in open fight,
With God and man to judge the right;
It came not from the courser's flank,
Spurred foremost in the foremost rank:—
It was pour'd by a hidden foe,
It was shed by a dagger's blow;
It was night hid the assassin's art,
And it came from thy father's heart.
Here is his sabre's shining length,
Have thou with it his arm of strength!
Young Arab, yonder is thy steed,
And Alla help thee at thy need.
 The boy rose up, and deadly thought
Across his cold pale forehead wrought:
There was red shame upon his cheek,
For much he feared his arm was weak;
And thrice that arm in vain essay'd
To lift and poise his father's blade.
’Twas but a moment's pause—he swung
The blade across—to horse he sprung:
Away, away, not long the wind
Brought echoes of his speed behind.  Now curses be upon the hand
That smote not with the warrior's brand;
And curses on the dastard foe
Who let the night conceal his blow:
Desolate be his place of birth,
Desolate be his silent hearth;
To him let earth refuse her food;
Shrink from his burning lip the flood;
To him let morning bring no dew
His wasted vigour to renew;
And let the placid night deny
To him the quiet of her sky;
Let him be childless; like the reed
Be his friends in the hour of need;
Let the wife of his bosom sigh
For one, his deadliest enemy;
And let him die a death of shame,
The last of all his race and name.
 Scarce the green banner of the palm
Moves—like the moonlight on it calm.
Above, the firmament of blue,
Below, wood-fire and dusky hue;
And, round it crouch'd, the wand'ring tribe
Pass song and tale, and laugh and gibe.
Uprose the midnight's latest star,
Hark ! rings a horse-tramp from afar; They know him by his lightning speed,
They know him by his raven steed;
They know him by his cold pale brow,
The trophy at his saddle bow:
The blood drips from the sever'd head,
Well has the young Avenger sped—
His task is done, his strength is spent,
He staggers to his mother's tent:
Down drops the trophy from his hand,
And drops beside his crimson'd brand.
They crowd to hear his tale of death, His lip has breath'd its lust of breath;
And there is nothing left to tell
A tale of how they fought and fell.  Race fated to their early doom,
The son sleeps in his father's tomb.Iole.
# Landon in The Literary Gazette 1824/Wreath

Literary Gazette, 3rd January, 1824, Page 10
LOVE'S WREATH.
It is an April wreath: blue violets,
Sapphires from a moss mine; pale primroses,
Wearing a yellow and forsaken dress,
And yet too beautiful to be forsaken;
And daisies, simple daisies,—surely love
May trace its likeness in the gentle flower
That blossoms every where and any how, Bearing alike with storm and shine, with still
The same fair summer face,—seen on the grave,
The heath, the field, the garden; cowslips, too, Tall and green turrets for the fragrant bells
Which the bees love so,—bound with the young leaves
Of the sweet briar, sparkling with the rain,
Which has called forth an odour like the scent
Floating around the coast of Araby,
Till the rich sails are heavy with perfume.
 I have read somewhere, in far Indian lands,
That maidens write a whole fond history
In braids of leaves and buds, love's best love-letters.
And read you thus my history in my wreath:
Just as these flowers have in the sunlight sprung
To a most sweet existence, so your love
Has called my feelings into sunny life;
And as the wreath will fall away and fade,
When gathered from the green and natural stem,
So my heart, severed from its home, your love
Would pine and wither.
# Landon in The Literary Gazette 1825

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Landon in The Literary Gazette 1825
Poems in The London Literary Gazette during the year 1825 by Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) (and as Iole) compiled by Peter J. Bolton
​Index
1 22nd January, 1825 Valedictory Stanzas
3 5th February, 1825 Stanzas: I turn’d into the olive grove
5 26th February, 1825 Alas, Alas, I cannot chose but love him.
6 12th March, 1825 Stanzas: Well, indeed, you may deem
8 26th March, 1825 Love’s Reproaches
10 26th March, 1825 Holyrood
9th April, 1825 Songs: 12 Too well I know my heart 13 I knew I Loved in vain
14 23rd April, 1825 Song: My heart is wholly changed
15 30th April, 1825 Realities
17 14th May, 1825 Song: I have a summer gift ​4th June, 1825 18 Portrait 1 19 Portrait 2 20 Song: My own love, my dear love
21 11th June, 1825 Farewell
18th June, 1825 Fragments: Fifth Series 22 Gleamings of poetry, if I may give 23 My heart is as a grave 24 Now for the gay, the cold, the free 25 Oh, no, my heart is given 26 Forget thee—I may not forget
27 25th June, 1825 The Almond Tree
28 20th August, 1825 The Slave Ship (Iole)
30 27th August, 1825 Song: Oh, it is not for the laurel’s sake
31 27th August, 1825 Stanzas: Grace and beauty had crown’d thee (Iole)
33 3rd September, 1825 The Avenger (Iole)
35 10th September, 1825 The Wreck (Iole)
37 24th September, 1825 The Vision (Iole) ​39 1st October, 1825 Stanzas: Oh, tell me not I shall forget
42 1st October, 1825 The Solitude (Iole)
44 15th October, 1825 Anecdote of Sobieski
45 15th October, 1825 Song: Fair morning, why art thou so fair? (Iole)
46 22nd October, 1825 Death of the Chevalier Bayard
47 5th November, 1825 The Conqueror (Iole)
17th December, 1825 Poetic Fragments - Fifth Series 48 I have a gush of wild and passionate thoughts 49 ’Twas Spring, the tree stood by the stream 50 There was a paleness on his brow that spoke 51 Last night the midnight wind
24th December, 1825 Metrical Fragments (Iole): 52 How many graceful snatches of romance 53 No.1—Anecdote of Canova
58 31st December, 1825 Song: There’s a shade upon the fountain
# Landon in The Literary Gazette 1825/Alas

Literary Gazette, 26th February, 1825, Page 140
ORIGINAL POETRY.
Alas, alas! I cannot choose but love him.
I have a dream upon my heart,
I cannot bid it quite depart,
Although I know that dream is one
That I should like a serpent, shun: I know too well what Love will be,
To trust such guest to bide with me.
I have seen hearts well nigh to break, I have looked on the faded cheek;
Many a sigh have I seen swelling
On lips where the red rose was dwelling:
All this sorrow mine will be,
If I let Love dwell with me.
The laugh, the lightest one of all
Amid the gayest festival,
I have known altered for the tear,
Whose falling does not sooth, but sear: Knowing this, it cannot be
That I will risk Love with me.
I have known the sweetest sleep
Changed to vigils that but weep;
I have known the careless eye
Hide the depth of agony:
This is what I feel will be
Mine when Love has breathed on me.
I have seen the broken heart
In its hopelessness depart;
Seen Life's brightest hopes but crave
Of their stars an early grave:
What sin on my soul can be,
That Love's spell is set on me?
Yet I feel that all in vain
Would I struggle with the chain
That upon my heart is set;
I may pine, but not forget;
Can it Love, and must it be,
One more victim found in me.
Yet that voice is in mine ear;
Would that it were not so clear;
Still, that look is as a spell, With a power I may not quell.
Love, if thou my doom must be,
Find a mortal shaft for me.
All my heart can stoop to bear,
All Love's pain, and all Love’s care,
To find that its own energies
Cannot to themselves suffice,
To feel another one can be
Doom and destiny to me.
Yet I love, and O! how well
Lip or look may never tell; Never might my spirit brook
Others on its depths to look;
Oh, I would give worlds to be
Free, even as I once was free.L. E. L.
# Intentions

INTENTIONS
DEDICATED
TO
MRS. CAREW
BY
THE AUTHOR'S LITERARY EXECUTOR
INTENTIONS
BY
OSCAR WILDE
METHUEN & CO. LTD. 36 ESSEX STREET W.C. LONDON
Fourteenth Edition
CONTENTS
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# Intemperance

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* Intemperance, a poem by Lydia Huntley Sigourney (1827)
* Intemperance, a poem by Lydia Huntley Sigourney (1834)
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# Lass of Ocram/The Lass of Ocram

I Built my love a gallant ship, and a ship of northern fame And such a ship as I did build, sure there never was seen :
For her sides were of the beaten gold, and the doors were of block tin, And sure such a ship as I built, there sure never was seen
And as she was a sailing, by herself all alone, She spied a proud merchant man, come plowing o'er the main.
Thou fairest of all creatures, under the heavens said she, I am the Lass of Ocram, seeking for Lord Gregory.
If you are the Lass of Ocram, as I take you to be, You must go to yonder island, there Lord Gregory you'll see.
It rains upon my yellow locks, and the dew fall on my skin, Open the gates Lord Gregory and let your true love in.
​If you are the Lass of Ocram, as I take you not to be, You must mention the three tokens which pass’d between you and me.
Don’t you remember Lord Gregory, one night on my father's hill. You and I swap’d my linen fine, it was fair against my will:
For mine was of the holland fine, and yours but coarse cloth. For mine cost a guinea a yard, and yours but five groats.
If you are the Lass of Ocram, as l take you not to be, You must mention the second token, that past between you and me.
Don’t you remember, Lord Gregory, one night in my father’s park, We flapped our two golden rings, it was all in the dark:
For mine was of the beaten gold, and yours was of block tin. And mine was true love without, and yours ail false within.
If you are the Lass of Ocram, as I take you not to be. You must mention the third token, which past between you and me.
​Don’t you remember, Lord Gregory, one night in my father’s hall, Where you stole my maidenhead, which was the worst of all.
Begone you base creature, begone from out of the hall, Or else in the deep seas you and your babe shall fall.
Then who will shoe my bonny feet, and who will close my hands, And who will lace my waist so small, into a landen span;
And who will comb my yellow locks, with a brown berry comb, And who’s to be father of my child, if Gregory is none.
Let your brother shoe your bonny feet, let your sister close your hands. Let your mother lace your waist so small, into a landen span ;
Let your father comb your yellow locks, with a brown berry comb, And let God be Father of your child, for Lord Gregory is none.
I dream’d a dream dear mother, I could wish to have it read, I saw the Lass of Ocram a floating on the flood.
​Lie still, lie still my only son, and sound sleep may'st thou get, For its but an hour or little mair, since she was at the yate.
Awa, awa, ye wicked woman, and an ill death may you die, Ye might have either letten her in, or else have wakened me.
I will go down into some silent grove, my sad moan for to make, It is for the Lass of Ocram, my poor heart now will break.
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# Lass of Ocram

THE
LASS OF OCRAM.
TO WHICH ARE ADDED,
THE HEAVY HOURS.
His MAJESTY’S FORCES PRAISED.
ORRA MOOR.
GLASGOW,
Printed by J. & M. ROBERTSON,
Saltmarket, 1799.
* The Lass of Ocram
* The Heavy Hours
* His Majesty's Forces Praised
* Orra Moor
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# Lass of Ocram/His Majesty's Forces Praised

LET then your ancient honour shine. Prepare your arms and form the line. You see the French they did design. To overthrow this nation: We’ll sooner die than we will run. While we can stand-with sword and gun, We'll fight like ancient Britain’s sons. The raging main with blood we’ll stain, The Duke of York we will maintain. While we have shot and powder.
You see the Convention did combine. In hopes the victory to obtain, But brave Lord Howe did them disdain, Tho’ Jacobins supply them; Our little Isle will not comply, We'll conquer France or else we'll die. ​Our fame shall echo thro’ the sky; Never fly nor quit the field. Till our enemies do yield. The god of war defies them.
God bless our fleets where’er they be, The Duke of York and his army; They could scheme it particularly. Brave Cobourg and brave Clairfayte; Likewise brave Hood that’s in our fleet, And all commanders that are discreet. That’s not afraid their foes to meet, Boldly fight for your right. May your foes be vanquish’d quite, God save our troops and seamen.
God bless Great George his Majesty, Our fleets and troops by land and sea, That fight like Britons bold and free, And never will dissemble: Rivers of their blood shall run. For ever they cry we’re all undone, We have not strength to load a gun; Let us fly or we die. Behold the British troops are nigh, That makes us fear and tremble.
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# Lass of Ocram/Orra Moor

THOU rising sun, whose gladsome ray, Invites my fair to rural play, Dispel the mist, and clear the skies. And bring my Orra to my eyes.
​O were I sure my dear to view, I'd climb the pine-tree’s topmost bough, Almost in air that quivering plays. And round and round for ever gaze.
My Orra Moor, where art thou laid? What wood contains my sleeping maid? Up by the roots enrag'd I’ll tear. The trees that hide my promis’d fair.
Oh! could I ride on clouds and skies, Or on the raven's pinions rise; Ye storks, ye swans, a moment stay, And waft a lover on his way.
My bliss, too long, my bride denies, Apace the wasting summer flies; Or yet the wintry blasts l fear, Nor storms, or nights shall keep me here.
What may for strength of steel compare? Oh ! Love has fetters stronger far; By bolts of steel are limbs confin’d. But cruel love enchains the mind.
No longer then perplex my breast, When thoughts torment, the first are blest, 'Tis mad to go, 'tis death to stay, Away to Orra haste away.
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# Lass of Ocram/The Heavy Hours

THE heavy hours are almost past, that part my love and me; My longing eyes may hope at last, their only with to see.
But how, my Delia, will you meet, the man you’ve lost so long? Will love in all your pulses beat, and tremble on your tongue?
Will you in every look declare your heart is still the fame? And heal each anxious care, our fears in absence frame?
​Thus, Delia, this I paint the scene, when we shall shortly meet; And try what yet remains between, of loit'ring time to cheat!
But if the dream that soothes my mind, shall false and groundless prove; If I am doom'd at length to find you have forgot to love:
All I of Venus ask, is this, no more to let us join; But grant me here the flatt'ring bliss, to die and think you mine.
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# Lash's Products Company v. United States/Opinion of the Court

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278 U.S. 175
Lash's Products Company v. United States
Argued: Dec. 7, 1928. --- Decided: Jan 2, 1929
This is a suit to recover the amount of certain taxes paid under the Revenue Act of 1918 (Act of February 24, 1919, c. 18, § 628, 40 Stat. 1057, 1116). By section 628 there is imposed on 'soft drinks, sold by the manufacturer, * * * in bottles or other closed containers, a tax equivalent to ten per centum of the price for which so sold.' This tax was paid by the petitioner, calculated at ten per centum of the sum actually received by it for the goods sold. But the petitioner had notified its customers beforehand that it paid the ten per cent. tax and it contends that in this way it passed the tax on and that the true price of the goods was the sum received less the amount of the tax. The phrase 'passed the tax on' is inaccurate, as obviously the tax is laid and remains on the manufacturer and on him alone. Heckman & Co. v. I. S. Dawes & Son Co., 56 App. D. C. 213, 12 F.(2d) 154. The purchaser does not pay the tax. He pays or may pay the seller more for the goods because of the seller's obligation, but that is all. Still the question as to the meaning of the statute remains.
The petitioner supports its position by a regulation of the Commissioner that when the tax is billed as a separate item it is not to be considered as an increase in the sale price. Naturally a delicate treatment of a tax on sales might seek to avoid adding a tax on the amount of the tax. But it is no less natural to avoid niceties and to fix the tax by the actual price received. Congress could do that as properly as it could have added one-tenth to the tax on the price as fixed by the other items determining the charge to the buyer. The price is the total sum paid for the goods. The amount added because of the tax is paid to get the goods and for nothing else. Therefore it is part of the price, and if the statute were taken literally, as there would be no reason for not taking it if it were now passed for the first time, there might be difficulty in accepting the Commissioner's distinction even if the tax were made a separate item of the bill. But if, in view of the history in the Solicitor General's brief, we assume with him that the practice of the Commissioner has been ratified by Congress, we agree with his argument that the petitioner must take the privilege as it is offered. It did not bill its tax as a separate item, and the Commissioner's Regulations notified it that 'if the sales price of a taxable beverage is increased to cover the tax, the tax is on such increased sales price' although they purported to make a different rule 'when the tax is billed as a separate item.' There has been some difference of opinion in the lower Courts but we regard the interpretation of the law as plain.
Judgment affirmed.

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# Kali the Mother (Nivedita)/Kali the Mother

Kali the Mother.
The stars are blotted out, Clouds are covering clouds, It is darkness, vibrant, sonant. In the roaring whirling wind Are the souls of a million lunatics,— But loosed from the prison house,— Wrenching trees by the roots, Sweeping all from the path. The sea has joined the fray, And swirls up mountain-waves, To reach the pitchy sky. Scattering plagues and sorrows, Dancing mad with joy, Come, Mother, Come!
For Terror is thy name, Death is in Thy breath. And every shaking step Destroys a world for e'er. Thou "Time" the All-Destroyer! Then come, O Mother, Come!
Who can misery love, Dance in destruction's dance, And hug the form of Death,— To him the Mother comes.
V.
# Kali the Mother (Nivedita)/Works by the Swâmi Vivekânanda

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