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# Policeman G.

To Policeman G. the Inspector said: "When you pass the 'shops' you must turn your head; If you took a wager, that would be a sin; So you'll earn no stripes if you run them in." Mush-a-ring-tiy-ah, Fol-de-diddle-doh!
To the House Committee, the Inspector said: "'Tis a terrible thing how the gamblers spread, For they bet on the steeple, and they bet on the Cup, And the magistrates won't lock them up." Mush-a-ring-tiy-ah, Fol-de-diddle-doh!
But Policeman G., as he walks his beat, Where ghe gamblers are -- up and down the street -- Says he: "What's the use to be talkin' rot -- If they'd make me a sergeant, I could cop the lot!" With my ring-tiy-ah, Fol-de-diddle-doh!
"But, begad if you start to suppress the 'shop', Then the divil only knows where you're going to stop; For the rich and the poor, they would raise a din, If at Randwick I ran fifty thousand in." Mush-a-ring-tiy-ah, Fol-de-diddle-doh!
"Though ye must not box -- nor shpit -- nor bet, I'll find my way out to Randwick yet; For I'm shtandin' a pound -- and it's no disgrace -- On Paddy Nolan's horse -- for the Steeplechase!" Mush-a-ring-tiy-ah, Fol-de-diddle-doh!
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# Plant of renown (1813)

The Plant of Renown.
BEING TWO
SERMONS
ON
Ezek. xxxiv. 29.
And I will raise up for them a Plant of Renown.
PREACHED BY THE Rev. Mr. EBENEZER ERSKINE, Late minister of the Gospel ⟨at⟩ Stirling.
Taken in Short Hand from the Author's mouth in the delivery, and revised by him.
FALKIRK: PRINTED AND SOLD BY T. JOHNSTON. 1813.
* Sermon One
* Sermon Two
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# Plantation Act

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* Plantation Act 1740 (1740), an act of the British Parliament on the American Colonies
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# Planters' Bank of Mississippi v. Sharp

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United States Supreme Court
47 U.S. 301
Planters' Bank of Mississippi v. Sharp
THESE two cases were both brought up, by writ of error issued under the twenty-fifth section of the Judiciary Act, from the High Court of Errors and Appeals for the State of Mississippi.
They were kindred cases, and were argued together. Although the court pronounced an opinion in each case separately, yet the dissenting opinion of Mr. Justice Daniel treats them as they were argued, and hence it becomes necessary to blend the two cases together. The facts in each case will be stated, then the arguments of counsel, and then the opinions of the court, with the separate opinion of Mr. Justice McLean, and the dissenting one of Mr. Justice Daniel.

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# Poems on Several Occasions (Broome)/The Coquette

THE
COQUETTE.
# Poems on Several Occasions (Broome)/The Forty-third Chapter of Ecclesiasticus. A Paraphrase

The Forty-third Chapter of Ecclesiasticus.
A PARAPHRASE.
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# Poems on Several Occasions (Broome)/The Parting, a Song, set by Dr. Tudway, Professor of Music in Cambridge

THE
PARTING,
A
SONG,
Set by Dr. Tudway, Professor of Music in Cambridge.
# Poems on Several Occasions (Broome)/The Rose-Bud: To the Right Honourable the Lady Jane Wharton

The ROSE-BUD:
To the Right Honourable
The Lady JANE WHARTON.
# Poems on Several Occasions (Broome)/The Coy. An Ode

The Coy.
An ODE.
# Poems on Several Occasions (Broome)/Poverty and Poetry

Poverty and Poetry.
# Poems on Several Occasions (Broome)/Prologue to Mr. Fenton's excellent Tragedy Mariamne

PROLOGUE
To Mr. Fenton's excellent Tragedy MARIAMNE.
# Poems on Several Occasions (Broome)/The Conclusion of an Epilogue to Mr. Southern's last Play, call'd Money the Mistress

THE
Conclusion of an Epilogue
TO
Mr. SOUTHERN's Last Play,
Call'd,
Money the Mistress.
# Poems on Several Occasions (Broome)/The First Ode of Horace translated

THE
FIRST ODE
OF
HORACE
TRANSLATED.
# Poems (1898)/India

INDIA
Silent amidst unbroken silence deep Of dateless years, in loneliness supreme, She pondered patiently one mighty theme, And let the hours, uncounted, by her creep. The motionless Himalayas, the broad sweep Of glacial cataracts, great Ganges’ stream— All these to her were but as things that seem, Doomed all to pass, like phantoms viewed in sleep. Her history? She has none—scarce a name. The life she lived is lost in the profound Of time, which she despised; but nothing mars The memory that, single, gives her fame— She dreamed eternal dreams, and from the ground Still raised her yearning vision to the stars.
# Poems (1898)/Lament of Brünnhilde

LAMENT OF BRÜNNHILDE
Midst rejoicings I have wept, And in hours when others slept, I have looked on Horror's face, In this place. Now midst wailings I alone Hush the voice of mortal sorrow, Gaze on thee, again mine own!— Fear no parting for the morrow.
For we meet, love, as before, By a flame-encircled shore. Thou once more hast stemmed the tide, To thy bride; And I wake at thy command From my agony of dreaming, And thy ring is on my hand, And I feel its clasp redeeming!
Heart to heart again responds, Death asunder rends my bonds, From long exile sets me free,— Gives me thee! And submissive to his will, With a rapture that betrays not, ​Siegfried, I embrace thee still, And the wrath of gods dismays not!
Ah, they pitied not my pain! Merciless, they saw thee slain,— Smiling though the cruel dart Pierced my heart,— But with glory none shall dim Thou hast passed the dreaded portal, And I bless the will of Him Who, in anger, made me mortal!
I shall rest when Odin, late, Mourns forlorn Brünnhilde's fate: Mourns her truth, dishonor made— Faith betrayed; For the Nornen ne'er forget; In their awful hands they hold him, And as my spent sun shall set, Glooms eternal shall infold him.
Changeless guardians who keep Watch and ward, shall give me sleep, When hot tears—not mine—are shed For thee, my dead! When thy foes in vain repent, Hopeless, for thy ruin languish, When Valhalla's towers are rent In remembrance of my anguish!
​Godlike hero, thou and I Loved as none should love who die! Dost thou call? Thy funeral pyre, Kindling higher, Weds me to my destiny. Bridegroom! lover! last desire! Thou who crossed the flames to me!— Swift to thee I mount through fire!
# Poems (1898)/In the Wood

IN THE WOOD
I woke in suffering, and sadly heard, Hard by my tent, repeated cries of pain, That to the wilderness, in wildest strain, Proclaimed the trouble of a mother bird Robbed of her young; and I, too deeply stirr'd, Thought as above me fell the ceaseless rain, Wherefore should one who slumbers wake again, Since anguish is the universal word? Then suddenly aloft the wood there rose The holy anthem of the hermit thrush, From depths of happiness toward Heaven swelling; And o'er the forest came an awed repose, And griefs that chid the stormy night grew hush, List'ning that wondrous ecstasy upwelling!
# Poems (1898)/Israphel

Edgar Allan Poe's poem Israfel was also referenced with the supposed Koran verse. However, the verse does not actually appear in the Koran, "but in Sale's 'Preliminary Discourse' (Section IV) to his translation of the Koran, and... the words 'whose heart-strings are a lute' are not in Sale but were inserted by Poe." [American Poems (1625-1892) (1917)]
ISRAPHEL
A dreamer midst the stars doth dwell, Known to the gods as Israphel. His heart-strings are a lute; And when, the magic notes outpouring, He parts his lips, the gods, adoring, Listen in transport mute, Subdued and softened by the spell Of the dreamer, Israphel!
And mortals, when they hear him, start, And, full of wonder, call him—Art, And, fain his gift to gain, Essay to imitate the fashion Of his rare song, and breathe its passion,— But, ah, they strive in vain; For his song is more than art, Whose lute-strings are his heart!
​And others, unto whom he wings The sweetest melodies he sings, In worship, name him—Love; Yet longing the pure strain to capture, When at the very height of rapture, A sadness oft approve, And fancy, strangely, that he wrings The music from their own heart-strings!
# Poems (1898)/Immortal

IMMORTAL
Life is like a beauteous flower, Closing to the world at even,— Closing for a dreamless hour, To unfold, with dawn, on heaven.
Life is like a bird that nests Close to earth, no shelter scorning, Yet, upmounting from her breast, Fills the skies with song at morning.
# Poems (1898)/In Darkness

IN DARKNESS
I will be still; The terror drawing nigh Shall startle from my lips no coward cry; Nay, though the night my deadliest dread fulfill, I will be still.
For, oh! I know, Though suffering hours delay, Yet to Eternity they pass away, Carrying something onward as they flow, Outlasting woe!
Yes, something won; The harvest of our tears,— Something unfading, plucked from fading years; Something to blossom on beyond the sun, From Sorrow won.
The agony So hopeless now of balm Shall sleep at last, in light as pure and calm As that wherewith the stars look down on thee, Gethsemane.
# Poems (1898)/In Winter

IN WINTER
It will be long ere 'neath the sunlight dimpling, The mountain snows melt back to earth's still breast, Ere swallows build, and wayward brooklets wimpling O'er pebbly beds, wind by the pewee's nest, Ere swells the lily's cup, ere transport strong Thrills in the bluebird's lay,—it will be long!
It will be long ere dews and fresh'ning showers Descend where latticed roses languid burn, Ere, pale from exile, nodding wayside flowers And timid woodland darlings home return, Ere vesper-sparrows chant their Delphian song, And larks at sunrise sing,—it will be long!
But though fierce blow the winds through forests shrouded, Where snows, for leafy verdure, cheerless cling, Though seas moan wild, and skies are darkly clouded,— Within the heart that loves 't is always spring! There memories and hopes, fresh-budding, throng, And faith forgets that Winter lingers long.
# Poems (1898)/In a College Settlement

IN A COLLEGE SETTLEMENT
The sights and sounds of the wretched street Oppressed me, and I said: "We cheat Our hearts with hope. Man sunken lies In vice, and naught that's fair or sweet Finds further favor in his eyes.
"Vainly we strive, in sanguine mood, To elevate a savage brood Which, from the cradle, sordid, dull, No longer has a wish for good, Or craving for the beautiful."
I said; but chiding my despair, My wiser friend just pointed where, By some indifferent passer thrown Upon a heap of ashes bare, The loose leaves of a rose were sown.
And I, 'twixt tenderness and doubt, Beheld, while pity grew devout, A squalid and uneager child, With careful fingers picking out The scentless petals, dust-defiled.
​And straight I seemed to see a close, With hawthorn hedged and brier-rose; And, bending down, I whispered, "Dear, Come, let us fly, while no one knows, To the country—far away from here!"
Upon the little world-worn face There dawned a look of wistful grace, Then came the question that for hours Still followed me from place to place: "Real country, where you can catch flowers?"
# Poems (1898)/In April

IN APRIL
When beeches bud and lilacs blow, And Earth puts on her magic green; When dogwoods bear their vernal snow And skies grow deep the stars between,— Then, O ye birds! awake and sing The gladness at the heart of Spring!
When flowers blossom for the poor, And Nature heals the hurt of years, When wondering Love resists the cure, Yet hopes again, and smiles through tears,— Then, O ye birds! awake and sing The gladness at the heart of Spring!
# Popular Science Monthly/Volume 24/December 1883/The Natural Setting of Crystals

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* THE NATURAL SETTING OF CRYSTALS.
By J. B. CHOATE.
THE study of natural history has of late years been largely directed to the observation of laws according to which the development of the individual species and genus takes place. Although the vital principle which determines the growth and the nature of the animal or plant eludes the search of shrewd and practiced observers, yet the modes in which that principle manifests itself are in many cases pretty well understood. In numberless instances we have been shown the purpose with which Nature works on unceasingly toward certain definite anticipated ends. It is this fixed intent of Nature, rationally and hopefully pursued, which reveals the thought of the universe. The ​processes of growth and of change are evident enough to be familiar, but it is the reason for these phenomena which so often makes them miracles of wonder to the observer. Care, intelligence and skill will everywhere be seen, but there is a marked distinction between the growth that goes on under the supervision of an intelligence wholly-external to the form which is brought into being, as in the case of a crystal, and that development which is made according to instinctive or conscious tendencies implanted in the germ.
Tree, shrub and grass show evidence of effort on the part of the individual directed to quite obvious ends. The form assumed is in every instance such as to enable the plant to resist the violence to which it may be exposed. All the energies controlled by vital force are directed to supplying wants felt or anticipated. The tree in its growth develops strength where strength is needed, just as man by exercise increases his muscular power. In the formation of crystals another law predominates. It matters not whether these are safely hidden away in the caverns of the earth, or are exposed to risk of destruction upon its surface. They usually occur attached to one another, or to the faces of the rock. In the latter case, such as have unequal axes will be found so placed as to have their longest axes at right angles to the surface to which they are attached, or, if the surface be curved, this axis will be at right angles to the plane tangent to the curve at that point. This arrangement will be seen most plainly upon examination of a geode lined with quartz-crystals. It provides for the setting of the largest number of crystals upon a given surface, but puts them in the position of the least stable equilibrium quite unlike the sturdy posture assumed by a tree deeply rooted to the soil, and having its fibers most strongly interlaced in the region of its base. This setting of crystals displays them to the best advantage, but it leaves them more exposed to abrasion than would any other position, and more likely to be removed from their place. No provision has been made to guard against external violence, and in this may be found a striking point of distinction between an animate and an inanimate entity.
# Popular Science Monthly/Volume 61/September 1902/Discussion and Correspondence

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ARE FELLOWSHIPS ALMSGIVING OR INVESTMENTS?
To the Editor:—In his admirable article, 'University Building,' in the August number of The Popular Science Monthly, President Jordan has made some assertions that seem in a measure contradictory, and which may tend to retard the very spirit of research which he so heartily commends.
He says: "The whole system of fellowships for advanced students is on trial, with most of the evidence against it. The students paid to study are not the ones who do the work. When they are such they would have done the work unpaid. The fellowship system tends to turn science into almsgiving, to make the promising youth feel that the world owes him a living." Mr. Carnegie's gift of $10,000,000, for the promotion of research work, will scarcely engender a spirit of pauperism among scientists who are enabled by this means to carry on more extended investigations. On the contrary what a thrill of enthusiasm flashed round the world when the announcement of the gift was made! What a stimulus to the prosecution of advanced work was the recognition of the need of opportunity to work!
Let us contrast the following statements, which occur in the last paragraph of the article, with what has been already quoted: "As men of science are needed, they cannot make themselves. Those with power can help them. This fact has given the impulse to the far reaching gifts of Stanford, Rockefeller, Carnegie and Rhodes. These are not gifts but investments, put to the credit of the country's future. The people too have power. The same feeling of investment has led them to build their state universities and to entrust to them not only the work of personal culture but of advancement in literature, science and arts."
If Dr. Jordan regards the fellowship system as a kind of almsgiving, bestowed needlessly, and as developing undue arrogance in the promising student, how can he commend the acceptance of the munificent gifts of Stanford, Rockefeller and Rhodes? Is not the bestowal of a fellowship likewise an investment which stimulates and helps the individual, just as the larger gifts help the whole people?
* Mrs. W. A. Kellerman.
* Columbus, Ohio.
# Poems of Peace/What of the Night?

WHAT OF THE NIGHT?
What of the night, O Watchman! see’st thou yet The glimmering dawn upon the mountain heights, The golden Herald of the Light of lights, Are his fair feet upon the hilltops set?
Cometh he yet to chase away the gloom, And with it all the demons of the Night? Strike yet his darting rays upon thy sight? Hear’st thou his voice, the sound of error’s doom?
The Morning cometh, lover of the Light; E’en now He gilds with gold the mountain’s brow, Dimly I see the path whereon e’en now His shining feet are set toward the Night.
Darkness shall pass away, and all the things That love the darkness, and that hate the Light Shall disappear for ever with the Night: Rejoice! for thus the speeding Herald sings.
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# Poems of Peace/Yashas

YASHAS
Lo, in the night, when all the world was sleeping, Yashas, the noble and aspiring youth, Pondering upon the world’s great sorrow, weeping, Searched for the holy pathway unto Truth. “I search in vain,” said he, “and will betake me Unto the Blessèd One, and seek release; Healer of sorrow, he perchance will make me Partaker in his deep, Nirvanic peace.”
Then came the youth, with footsteps fast and faster, Unto the Blessèd Teacher of mankind, And, weeping, fell before the Holy Master, Saying, “Great Lord, I seek and cannot find. How great is my distress and tribulation! Thou knowest all my sorrow and my pain; Give me the holy balm of thy salvation, Let me depart not from thy side again.”
The Blessed One, seeing his perturbation, Spake softly thus unto the gentle youth,— “Lo, here is no distress, no tribulation; Come unto Me, and I will show you Truth. The Truth will bring you joy, dispelling sadness, And as the night before the light of day Flees and departs, e’en so your rising gladness Sorrow and pain and care will chase away.”
Then spake He of things pure and high and holy, Giving full freely of His wisdom’s store, And Yashas, listening, rapt, all meek and lowly, Drank deeply of the Master’s wondrous lore; And lo! the cooling breath of Wisdom o’er him Stole softly, fanning all his care to rest; Sorrow departed, and Compassion bore him Unto the Path the Master’s feet had prest.
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# Poems of Peace/To my Daughter Nora on her Tenth Birthday

TO MY DAUGHTER NORA ON HER TENTH BIRTHDAY
Since when thou camest, with thy native charms, A weeping infant to thy mother’s arms, Ten fleeting years have lifted up thy head Unto my breast; ten years of love are fled, But all their store of innocence and bliss Remains with thee; thy mother’s and my kiss Seal it for ever thine! Those guileless ways Which, walking, have filled up thy tender days, May’st thou for ever keep; may thy pure heart Keep always pure, that no unholy dart Pierce it with anguish; may remorse and pain Shrink from thy hallowed presence, and no stain Soil thy white robes of peace. O! be thou sure Bliss follows in the footsteps of the pure. And whatsoe’er shall tempt of wrong or strife, Hold fast the rare gem of a blameless life; Nor lose, nor lightly hold, but bind to thee The priceless jewel of thy purity.
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# Poems of Peace/Truth Triumphant

TRUTH TRIUMPHANT
There is no height to which thou canst not climb; There is no grandeur that thou may’st not view, If thou wilt reach beyond the things of Time, Unto the Pure, the Beautiful, the True.
There is no saintly vision, no glad sight Of seer, nor no dream of holy sage But may be thine; nay, is thy heavenly right, If thou wilt claim thy regal appanage.
There is no sin but thou may’st overthrow; There is no vileness that, octopus-like, Binds thee its victim, but thou soon canst know The way and weapon thy strong foe to strike.
Thou art not framed for sin and grief and shame; Thou art not bent to grovel in the mire; But thou art made erect, and given a name, Hast hands to reach, and spirit to aspire.
Glory and strength and triumph—these are thine; Rise up, and conquer every inward foe; Behold the heavens, how radiantly they shine! Stand up and strike, O conqueror of woe!
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# Poems of Rainer Maria Rilke (1918)/Autumnal Day

​AUTUMNAL DAY
Lord! It is time. So great was Summer's glow: Thy shadows lay upon the dials' faces And o'er wide spaces let thy tempests blow.
Command to ripen the last fruits of thine, Give to them two more burning days and press The last sweetness into the heavy wine.
He who has now no house will ne'er build one, Who is alone will now remain alone; He will awake, will read, will letters write Through the long day and in the lonely night; And restless, solitary, he will rove Where the leaves rustle, wind-blown, in the grove.