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# Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume II/Mediæval

MEDIÆVAL
SHE said: "My babe is dead: Unchristened did he die. I wake in the long, lone night And hear his plaintive cry.
"I wonder does God hear, And will not let him in— My little one who died All innocent of sin?
"The wicked, who repent, Win heaven, so men say; And was my bonny child Less dear to Him than they?
"There's not a soul in bliss, Rejoicing in God's Son, That's purer or more sweet Than was my little one!
"Lowly, at Mary's shrine Before the dawn of day I kneel, for him to plead Who was too small to pray
​"Ah, mother blessed! bring My babe to know the light! Or, pitying, win for me With him to roam the night!"
# Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume II/Mother-Love

MOTHER-LOVE
THINK not of love as of a debt— Due or in May or in December! Nay, rather, for a time, forget. Life always helps us to remember!
A child whom harmless toys beguile To loiter for a little while, Put heart into your play, and then, When you are tired—come home again!
Fair, yet how fragile, pleasure's rose!— How vain the toil to make it stronger! It blooms—it withers,—but love knows A sweeter blossom that lives longer!
# Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume II/Mother

MOTHER
AT twilight here I sit alone, Yet not alone; for thoughts of thee,— Pale images of pleasure flown,— Like homing birds, once more return to me.
Again the shining chestnut braids Are soft enwreathed about thy brow, And light—a light that never fades— Beams from thine eyes upon me even now,
As, all undimmed by death and night, Remembrance out of distance brings Thy youthful loveliness, alight With ardent hope and high imaginings.
Ah, mortal dreams, how fair, how fleet! Thy yearnings scant fulfilment found; Dark Lethe long hath laved thy feet, And on thy slumber breaks no troubling sound;
Yet distance parts thee not from me, For beauty—or of twilight or of morn— Binds me, still closer binds, to thee, Whose heart sang to my heart ere I was born.
# Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume II/Mother Mary

MOTHER MARY
METHINKS the Blessèd was content, her journey overpast, Amid the drowsy, wondering kine on lowly bed to lie: To dream in pensive thankfulness, and happy days forecast, While over her the Star of Hope waxed brighter in the sky.
And yet, methinks in Bethlehem her spirit had been lone But for the tender new-born joy that in her arms she bore,— Ay, even though with gifts of gold and many a precious stone Great kings had knelt with shepherd-folk about her stable door.
​But every mortal mother's heart knows its Gethsemane— That lonelier spot whereto no star the light of hope may bring— Yet even in the darkest hour, amidst her agony, Each still remembers Bethlehem, and hears the angels sing.
# Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume II/My Dream

MY DREAM
THOUGH full of care I tread the round Of toil in which man's eager life is bound, I faint not 'neath the load I bear; For grievous though the burden sometimes be, I dream of thee!
And when, at night, I lie enwound In silence that is sweeter than all sound, The darkness, kindlier than light, Shuts out the busy world awhile, and free, I dream of thee!
Like to a breath Of fragrance blown From some shy blossom, hidden and alone, Redeeming frost and wintry death, So ever comes, like scent of bloom to me, My dream of thee!
​Like to a star Amidst the clouds, When angry tempest hurtles in the shrouds, And darkling drifts the mariner afar, So, out of storm and shadow, beams on me My dream of thee!
# Platt v. Wilmot

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United States Supreme Court
193 U.S. 602
Platt v. Wilmot
Argued: March 2, 1904. --- Decided: April 4, 1904

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# Platt v. New York/Opinion of the Court

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United States Supreme Court
232 U.S. 35
Platt v. New York
Argued: December 3 and 4, 1913. --- Decided: January 5, 1914
This suit was brought by the complainant as treasurer of the United States Express Company to restrain the enforcement against that company of certain license requirements contained in the ordinances of the city of New York. The ordinances are the same as those which were under consideration in Barrett v. New York, decided this day [[[232 U.S. 14]], 58 L. ed. --, 34 Sup. Ct. Rep. 203], and the decree of the circuit court was to the same effect in both cases. 189 Fed. 268.
The United States Express Company is an unincorporated association, organized under the laws of New York, and is extensively engaged in interstate commerce as a common carrier of packages. Over 98 per cent of its total business in New York city consists of the handling of traffic in interstate transportation. The interstate shipments in New York city are hauled by the company's wagons to and from the rail terminals of the Central Railroad of New Jersey, the Lehigh Valley Railroad, and the Delaware, Lackawanna, & Western Railroad, all within the state of New Jersey. It employs in its business 343 express wagons, of which 189 are stabled in and operated exclusively from Jersey City, New Jersey; 123 are similarly kept in Communipaw, New Jersey; and the remainder, or 31, are kept in the borough of Manhattan. Both the local and interstate traffic are handled in these wagons indiscriminately. The company has never taken out any licenses in the city of New York for its wagons or drivers.
The questions are the same as those which were presented in Barrett v. New York supra, and a like decree should be entered restraining the enforcement of the ordinances against the company with respect to the conduct of its interstate business and its wagons and drivers employed in interstate commerce.
The decree of the Circuit Court is reversed and the case is remanded to the District Court, with direction to enter a decree in favor of the complainant, in conformity with this opinion.
It is so ordered.

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# Plautus and Terence

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Volume XVI of the "Ancient Classics for English Readers" series, the books of which series are useful as a preliminary acquaintance to readers that wish to read the ancient texts for the first time and also a nice interpretation of them for readers that are already acquainted with them. In this volume, the plays of Menander, Plautus, and Terence are presented, with explanatory notes and interpretive commentary.
This copy is an 1880 reprint of the 1873 edition.
Ancient Classics for English Readers
EDITED BY THE
REV. W. LUCAS COLLINS, M.A.
PLAUTUS AND TERENCE
PLAUTUS AND TERENCE
BY THE
REV. W. LUCAS COLLINS, M.A.
AUTHOR OF 'ETONIANA,' 'THE PUBLIC SCHOOLS,' ETC.
WILLIAM BLACKWOOD AND SONS
EDINBURGH AND LONDON
1873.—REPRINT, 1880
CONTENTS.
| CHAP. | | PAGE |
| I. | INTRODUCTORY—THE ANCIENT COMIC DRAMA, | 1 |
| II. | MENANDER, | 6 |
| III. | PLAUTUS, | 30 |
| IV. | THE COMEDIES OF PLAUTUS:— | 35 |
| | THE THREE SILVER PIECES—THE BRAGGADOCIO—THE HAUNTED HOUSE—THE SHIPWRECK—THE CAPTIVES—THE TWO MENÆCHMI—AMPHITRYON—THE POT OF GOLD—THE TRICKSTER—THE YOUNG CARTHAGINIAN—STICHUS, ETC. |
| V. | TERENCE, | 95 |
| VI. | THE COMEDIES OF TERENCE:— | 100 |
| | THE MAID OF ANDROS—THE MOTHER-IN-LAW—THE SELF-TORMENTOR—THE ETHIOPIAN SLAVE—PHORMIO—THE BROTHERS. |
NOTE.
These pages are much indebted to M. Guizot's volume entitled 'Menandre; Etude Historique, &c.:' also to Mr Dunlop's 'History of Roman Literature.'
No attempt has been made to avoid roughness in the metre of the translations from Plautus and Terence; they can hardly be, in this respect, more irregular than the originals.
W. L. C.
CONTENTS OF THE SERIES.
| HOMER: THE ILIAD, | By the Editor. |
| HOMER: THE ODYSSEY, | By the Same. |
| HERODOTUS, | By George C. Swayne, M.A. |
| CÆSAR, | By Anthony Trollope. |
| VIRGIL, | By the Editor. |
| HORACE, | By Theodore Martin. |
| ÆSCHYLUS, | By the Right Rev. the Bishop of Colombo. |
| XENOPHON, | By Sir Alex. Grant, Bart., LL.D. |
| CICERO, | By the Editor. |
| SOPHOCLES, | By Clifton W. Collins, M.A. |
| PLINY, | By A. Church, M.A., and W. J. Brodribb, M.A. |
| EURIPIDES, | By William Bodham Donne. |
| JUVENAL, | By Edward Walford, M.A. |
| ARISTOPHANES, | By the Editor. |
| HESIOD AND THEOGNIS, | By the Rev. James Davies, M.A. |
| PLAUTUS AND TERENCE, | By the Editor. |
| TACITUS, | By William Bodham Donne. |
| LUCIAN, | By the Editor. |
| PLATO, | By Clifton W. Collins. |
| THE GREEK ANTHOLOGY, | By Lord Neaves. |
| LIVY, | By the Editor. |
| OVID, | By the Rev. A. Church, M.A. |
| CATULLUS, TIBULLUS, & PROPERTIUS, | By J. Davies, M.A. |
| DEMOSTHENES, | By the Rev. W. J. Brodribb, M.A. |
| ARISTOTLE, | By Sir Alex. Grant, Bart., LL.D. |
| THUCYDIDES, | By the Editor. |
| LUCRETIUS, | By W. H. Mallock, M.A. |
| PINDAR, | By the Rev. F. D. Morice, M.A. |
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# Poems of Nature (Thoreau)/The Crow

THE CROW
Thou dusky spirit of the wood, Bird of an ancient brood, Flitting thy lonely way, A meteor in the summer's day, From wood to wood, from hill to hill, Low over forest, field, and rill, What wouldst thou say? Why shouldst thou haunt the day? What makes thy melancholy float? What bravery inspires thy throat, And bears thee up above the clouds, Over desponding human crowds, Which far below Lay thy haunts low?
# Poems of Nature (Thoreau)/The Departure

THE DEPARTURE
In this roadstead I have ridden, In this covert I have hidden; Friendly thoughts were cliffs to me, And I hid beneath their lea.
This true people took the stranger, And warm-hearted housed the ranger; They received their roving guest, And have fed him with the best;
Whatsoe'er the land afforded To the stranger's wish accorded; ​Shook the olive, stripped the vine, And expressed the strengthening wine.
And by night they did spread o'er him What by day they spread before him;— That good-will which was repast Was his covering at last.
The stranger moored him to their pier Without anxiety or fear; By day he walked the sloping land, By night the gentle heavens he scanned.
When first his barque stood inland To the coast of that far Finland, Sweet-watered brooks came tumbling to the shore The weary mariner to restore.
​And still he stayed from day to day, If he their kindness might repay; But more and more The sullen waves came rolling toward the shore.
And still the more the stranger waited, The less his argosy was freighted, And still the more he stayed, The less his debt was paid.
So he unfurled his shrouded mast To receive the fragrant blast; And that same refreshing gale Which had wooed him to remain Again and again, It was that filled his sail And drove him to the main.
​All day the low-hung clouds Dropt tears into the sea; And the wind amid the shrouds Sighed plaintively.
# Poems of Nature (Thoreau)/The Fall of the Leaf

THE FALL OF THE LEAF
Thank God who seasons thus the year, And sometimes kindly slants his rays; For in his winter he's most near And plainest seen upon the shortest days.
Who gently tempers now his heats, And then his harsher cold, lest we Should surfeit on the summer's sweets, Or pine upon the winter's crudity.
​A sober mind will walk alone, Apart from nature, if need be, And only its own seasons own; For nature leaving its humanity.
Sometimes a late autumnal thought Has crossed my mind in green July, And to its early freshness brought Late ripened fruits, and an autumnal sky.
The evening of the year draws on, The fields a later aspect wear; Since Summer's garishness is gone, Some grains of night tincture the noontide air.
Behold! the shadows of the trees Now circle wider 'bout their stem, ​Like sentries that by slow degrees Perform their rounds, gently protecting them.
And as the year doth decline, The sun allows a scantier light; Behind each needle of the pine There lurks a small auxiliar to the night.
I hear the cricket's slumbrous lay Around, beneath me, and on high; It rocks the night, it soothes the day, And everywhere is Nature's lullaby.
But most he chirps beneath the sod, When he has made his winter bed; His creak grown fainter but more broad, A film of autumn o'er the summer spread.
​Small birds, in fleets migrating by, Now beat across some meadow's bay, And as they tack and veer on high, With faint and hurried click beguile the way.
Far in the woods, these golden days, Some leaf obeys its Maker's call; And through their hollow aisles it plays With delicate touch the prelude of the Fall.
Gently withdrawing from its stem, It lightly lays itself along Where the same hand hath pillowed them, Resigned to sleep upon the old year's throng.
The loneliest birch is brown and sere, The furthest pool is strewn with leaves, ​Which float upon their watery bier, Where is no eye that sees, no heart that grieves.
The jay screams through the chestnut wood; The crisped and yellow leaves around Are hue and texture of my mood— And these rough burrs my heirlooms on the ground.
The threadbare trees, so poor and thin— They are no wealthier than I; But with as brave a core within They rear their boughs to the October sky.
Poor knights they are which bravely wait The charge of Winter's cavalry, Keeping a simple Roman state, Discumbered of their Persian luxury.
# Poems of Nature (Thoreau)/Sympathy

First Appeared in The Dial in 1840.
SYMPATHY
Lately, alas! I knew a gentle boy, Whose features all were cast in Virtue's mould, As one she had designed for Beauty's toy, But after manned him for her own stronghold.
On every side he open was as day, That you might see no lack of strength within; For walls and ports do only serve alway For a pretence to feebleness and sin.
​Say not that Caesar was victorious, With toil and strife who stormed the House of Fame; In other sense this youth was glorious, Himself a kingdom wheresoe'er he came.
No strength went out to get him victory, When all was income of its own accord; For where he went none other was to see, But all were parcel of their noble lord.
He forayed like the subtle haze of summer, That stilly shows fresh landscapes to our eyes, And revolutions works without a murmur, Or rustling of a leaf beneath the skies.
​So was I taken unawares by this, I quite forgot my homage to confess; Yet now am forced to know, though hard it is, I might have loved him, had I loved him less.
Each moment as we nearer drew to each, A stern respect withheld us farther yet, So that we seemed beyond each other's reach, And less acquainted than when first we met.
We two were one while we did sympathise, So could we not the simplest bargain drive; And what avails it, now that we are wise, If absence doth this doubleness contrive?
Eternity may not the chance repeat; But I must tread my single way alone, ​In sad remembrance that we once did meet, And know that bliss irrevocably gone.
The spheres henceforth my elegy shall sing, For elegy has other subject none; Each strain of music in my ears shall ring Knell of departure from that other one.
Make haste and celebrate my tragedy; With fitting strain resound, ye woods and fields; Sorrow is dearer in such case to me Than all the joys other occasion yields.
Is 't then too late the damage to repair? Distance, forsooth, from my weak grasp has reft The empty husk, and clutched the useless tare, But in my hands the wheat and kernel left.
​If I but love that virtue which he is, Though it be scented in the morning air, Still shall we be truest acquaintances, Nor mortals know a sympathy more rare.
# Poems of Nature (Thoreau)/The Atlantides

THE ATLANTIDES
'The Friend is some fair floating isle of palms eluding the mariner in Pacific Seas.'—The Week.
The smothered streams of love, which flow More bright than Phlegethon, more low, Island us ever, like the sea, In an Atlantic mystery. Our fabled shores none ever reach, No mariner has found our beach, Scarcely our mirage now is seen, And neighboring waves with floating green, Yet still the oldest charts contain Some dotted outline of our main; In ancient times midsummer days Unto the western islands' gaze, ​To Teneriffe and the Azores, Have shown our faint and cloud-like shores.
But sink not yet, ye desolate isles, Anon your coast with commerce smiles, And richer freights ye'll furnish far Than Africa or Malabar. Be fair, be fertile evermore, Ye rumored but untrodden shore; Princes and monarchs will contend Who first unto your lands shall send, And pawn the jewels of the crown To call your distant soil their own.
Sea and land are but his neighbors, And companions in his labors, ​Who on the ocean's verge and firm land's end Doth long and truly seek his Friend. Many men dwell far inland, But he alone sits on the strand. Whether he ponders men or books, Always still he seaward looks, Marine news he ever reads, And the slightest glances heeds, Feels the sea breeze on his cheek, At each word the landsmen speak, In every companion's eye A sailing vessel doth descry; In the ocean's sullen roar From some distant port he hears, Of wrecks upon a distant shore, And the ventures of past years.
# Poems of Nature (Thoreau)/The Fisher's Boy

THE FISHER'S BOY
My life is like a stroll upon the beach, As near the ocean's edge as I can go; My tardy steps its waves sometimes o'erreach, Sometimes I stay to let them overflow.
My sole employment 'tis, and scrupulous care, To place my gains beyond the reach of tides, Each smoother pebble, and each shell more rare, Which Ocean kindly to my hand confides.
​I have but few companions on the shore: They scorn the strand who sail upon the sea; Yet oft I think the ocean they've sailed o'er Is deeper known upon the strand to me.
The middle sea contains no crimson dulse, Its deeper waves cast up no pearls to view; Along the shore my hand is on its pulse, And I converse with many a shipwrecked crew.
# Poems of Nature (Thoreau)/Stanzas (2)

STANZAS
Nature doth have her dawn each day, But mine are far between; Content, I cry, for, sooth to say, Mine brightest are, I ween.
For when my sun doth deign to rise, Though it be her noontide, Her fairest field in shadow lies, Nor can my light abide.
Sometimes I bask me in her day, Conversing with my mate, But if we interchange one ray, Forthwith her heats abate.
​Through his discourse I climb and see As from some eastern hill, A brighter morrow rise to me Than lieth in her skill.
As 'twere two summer days in one, Two Sundays come together, Our rays united make one sun, With fairest summer weather.
# Poems of Nature (Thoreau)/Stanzas Written at Walden

STANZAS WRITTEN AT WALDEN
When Winter fringes every bough With his fantastic wreath, And puts the seal of silence now Upon the leaves beneath;
When every stream in its pent-house Goes gurgling on its way, And in his gallery the mouse Nibbleth the meadow hay;
Methinks the summer still is nigh, And lurketh underneath, As that same meadow-mouse doth lie Snug in that last year's heath.
​And if perchance the chicadee Lisp a faint note anon, The snow is summer's canopy, Which she herself put on.
Fair blossoms deck the cheerful trees, And dazzling fruits depend; The north wind sighs a summer breeze, The nipping frosts to fend,
Bringing glad tidings unto me, The while I stand all ear, Of a serene eternity, Which need not winter fear.
Out on the silent pond straightway The restless ice doth crack, ​And pond-sprites merry gambols play Amid the deafening rack.
Eager I hasten to the vale, As if I heard brave news, How Nature held high festival, Which it were hard to lose.
I gambol with my neighbor ice, And sympathising quake, As each new crack darts in a trice Across the gladsome lake.
One with the cricket in the ground, And fagot on the hearth, Resounds the rare domestic sound Along the forest path.
# Poems of Nature (Thoreau)/The Aurora of Guido

THE AURORA OF GUIDO
A FRAGMENT
The god of day his car rolls up the slopes, Reining his prancing steeds with steady hand; The lingering moon through western shadows gropes, While Morning sheds its light o'er sea and land.
Castles and cities by the sounding main Resound with all the busy din of life; The fisherman unfurls his sails again; And the recruited warrior bides the strife.
​The early breeze ruffles the poplar leaves; The curling waves reflect the unseen light; The slumbering sea with the day's impulse heaves, While o'er the western hill retires the drowsy night.
The seabirds dip their bills in Ocean's foam, Far circling out over the frothy waves,—
# Poems of Nature (Thoreau)/The Funeral Bell

THE FUNERAL BELL
One more is gone Out of the busy throng That tread these paths; The church-bell tolls, Its sad knell rolls To many hearths.
Flower-bells toll not, Their echoes roll not Upon my ear; There still perchance That gentle spirit haunts A fragrant bier.
​Low lies the pall, Lowly the mourners all Their passage grope; No sable hue Mars the serene blue Of heaven's cope.
In distant dell Faint sounds the funeral bell; A heavenly chime; Some poet there Weaves the light-burthened air Into sweet rhyme.
# Poems of John Donne/Volume 1/Hexastichon ad Bibliopolam

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# Poems of John Donne/Volume 1/Hexastichon Bibliopolae

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