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# Oregon Constitution/Article XI-J
## Article XI-J

SMALL SCALE LOCAL ENERGY LOANS
Sec. 1. State empowered to loan credit for small scale local energy loans; eligibility; use 2. Bonds 3. Refunding bonds 4. Sources of revenue 5. Legislation to effectuate Article
Section 1. State empowered to loan credit for small scale local energy loans; eligibility; use. Notwithstanding the limits contained in sections 7 and 8, Article XI of this Constitution, the credit of the State of Oregon may be loaned and indebtedness incurred in an amount not to exceed one-half of one percent of the true cash value of all the property in the state for the purpose of creating a fund to be known as the Small Scale Local Energy Project Loan Fund. The fund shall be used to provide financing for the development of small scale local energy projects. Secured repayment thereof shall be and is a prerequisite to the advancement of money from such fund. [Created through S.J.R. 24, 1979, and adopted by the people May 20, 1980]
Section 2. Bonds. Bonds of the State of Oregon containing a direct promise on behalf of the state to pay the face value thereof, with the interest therein provided for, may be issued to an amount authorized by section 1 of this Article for the purpose of creating such fund. The bonds shall be a direct obligation of the state and shall be in such form and shall run for such periods of time and bear such rates of interest as provided by statute. [Created through S.J.R. 24, 1979, and adopted by the people May 20, 1980]
Section 3. Refunding bonds. Refunding bonds may be issued and sold to refund any bonds issued under authority of sections 1 and 2 of this Article. There may be issued and outstanding at any time bonds aggregating the amount authorized by section 1 of this Article but at no time shall the total of all bonds outstanding including refunding bonds, exceed the amount so authorized. [Created through S.J.R. 24, 1979, and adopted by the people May 20, 1980]
Section 4. Sources of revenue. Ad valorem taxes shall be levied annually upon all the taxable property in the State of Oregon in sufficient amount to provide for the payment of principal and interest of the bonds issued pursuant to this Article. The Legislative Assembly may provide other revenues to supplement or replace, in whole or in part, such tax levies. [Created through S.J.R. 24, 1979, and adopted by the people May 20, 1980]
Section 5. Legislation to effectuate Article. The Legislative Assembly shall enact legislation to carry out the provisions of this Article. This Article supersedes any conflicting provision of a county or city charter or act of incorporation. [Created through S.J.R. 24, 1979, and adopted by the people May 20, 1980]
# Oxford Book of English Verse 1250-1918/Alison

c. 1300
BYTUENE Mershe and Averil  When spray biginneth to springe, The lutel foul hath hire wyl  On hyre lud to synge: Ich libbe in love-longinge For semlokest of alle thynge, He may me blisse bringe,  Ich am in hire baundoun. An hendy hap ichabbe y-hent, Ichot from hevene it is me sent, From alle wymmen my love is lent  And lyht on Alysoun.
On heu hire her is fayr ynoh,  Hire brow broune, hir eye blake; With lossum chere he on me loh;  With middel smal and wel y-make; Bote he me wolle to hire take For to buen hir owen make, Long to lyven ichulle forsake  And feye fallen adoun. An hendy hap, etc.
Nihtes when I wende and wake,  For-thi myn wonges waxeth won,
Levedi, al for thine sake  Longinge is y-lent me on. In world nis non so wyter mon That al hire bounté telle con; Hire swyre is whittore than the swon,  And feyrest may in toune. An hendy hap, etc.
Ich am for wowyng al for-wake,  Wery so water in wore; Lest eny reve me my make  Ichabbe y-yerned yore. Betere is tholien whyle sore Then mournen evermore. Geynest under gore,  Herkne to my roun. An hendy hap, etc.
* ↑ on hyre lud] in her language.
* ↑ ich libbe] I live.
* ↑ semlokest] seemliest.
* ↑ he] she
* ↑ baundoun] thraldom.
* ↑ hendy] gracious.
* ↑ y-hent] received.
* ↑ ichot] I wot.
* ↑ lyht] alighted.
* ↑ hire her] her hair.
* ↑ lossum chere] lovely face.
* ↑ loh] smiled.
* ↑ bote he] unless she.
* ↑ buen] be.
* ↑ make] mate.
* ↑ feye] like to die.
* ↑ nihtes] at night.
* ↑ wende] turn.
* ↑ for-thi] on that account.
* ↑ wonges waxeth won] cheeks grow wan.
* ↑ levedi] lady.
* ↑ y-lent me on] come upon me.
* ↑ so wyter mon] so wise a man.
* ↑ swyre] neck.
* ↑ may] maid.
* ↑ for-wake] worn out with vigils.
* ↑ so water in wore] as water in a weir.
* ↑ reve] rob.
* ↑ y-yerned yore] long desired.
* ↑ geynest under gore] comeliest under robe.
* ↑ roun] voice.
# Oxford Book of English Verse 1250-1918/Blow, Northern Wind

c. 1300
ICHOT a burde in boure bryht, That fully semly is on syht, Menskful maiden of myht;  Feir ant fre to fonde; In al this wurhliche won A burde of blod ant of bon Never yete y nuste non  Lussomore in londe.  Blow northerne wynd!  Send thou me my suetyng!  Blow northerne wynd! blow, blow, blow!
With lokkes lefliche ant longe, With frount ant face feir to fonge, With murthes monie mote heo monge,  That brid so breme in boure. With lossom eye grete ant gode, With browen blysfol under hode, He that reste him on the rode,  That leflych lyf honoure.  Blow northerne wynd!  Send thou me my suetyng!  Blow northerne wynd! blow, blow, blow!
Hire lure lumes liht, Ase a launterne a-nyht, Hire bleo blykyeth so bryht,  So feyr heo is ant fyn. A suetly swyre heo hath to holde, With armes, shuldre ase mon wolde, Ant fingres feyre for to folde,  God wolde hue were myn!  Blow northerne wynd!  Send thou me my suetyng!  Blow northerne wynd! blow, blow, blow!
Heo is coral of godnesse, Heo is rubie of ryhtfulnesse, Heo is cristal of clannesse,  Ant baner of bealté. Heo is lilie of largesse, Heo is parvenke of prouesse, Heo is solsecle of suetnesse,  And lady of lealté
For hire love y carke ant care, For hire love y droupne ant dare, For hire love my blisse is bare  Ant al ich waxe won. For hire love in slep y slake, For hire love al nyht ich wake, For hire love mournynge y make  More then eny mon.  Blow northerne wynd!  Send thou me my suetyng!  Blow northerne wynd! blow, blow, blow!
* ↑ Ichot] I know.
* ↑ burde] maiden.
* ↑ menskful] worshipful.
* ↑ feir] fair.
* ↑ fonde] deal with.
* ↑ wurhliche] noble.
* ↑ won] multitude.
* ↑ y nuste] I knew not.
* ↑ lussomore in londe] lovelier on earth.
* ↑ suetyng] sweetheart.
* ↑ lefliche] lovely.
* ↑ fonge] take between hands.
* ↑ murthes] mirths, joys.
* ↑ mote heo monge] may she mingle.
* ↑ brid] bird.
* ↑ breme] glorious.
* ↑ rode] the Cross.
* ↑ lure] face.
* ↑ lumes] beams.
* ↑ bleo] colour.
* ↑ suetly swyre] darling neck.
* ↑ hue, heo] she.
* ↑ clannesse] cleanness, purity.
* ↑ parvenke] periwinkle.
* ↑ solsecle] sunflower.
* ↑ dare] am in dismay.
* ↑ won] wan.
# Oxford Book of English Verse 1250-1918/Cuckoo Song

ANONYMOUS
c. 1226
SUMER is icumen in,
 Lhude sing cuccu!
Groweth sed, and bloweth med,
 And springeth the wude nu—  Sing cuccu!
Awe bleteth after lomb,
 Lhouth after calve cu;
Bulluc sterteth, bucke verteth,
 Murie sing cuccu!
Cuccu, cuccu, well singes thu, cuccu:
 Ne swike thu naver nu;
Sing cuccu, nu, sing cuccu,
 Sing cuccu, sing cuccu, nu!
* ↑ lhude] loud.
* ↑ awe] ewe.
* ↑ lhouth] loweth.
* ↑ sterteth] leaps.
* ↑ swike] cease.
# Oxford Book of English Verse 1250-1918/Freedom

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An oft-quoted extract from the long narrative poem The Brus
JOHN BARBOUR
1316?–1395
A! Fredome is a noble thing! Fredome mays man to haiff liking;
Fredome all solace to man giffis,
He levys at ese that frely levys!
A noble hart may haiff nane ese,
Na ellys nocht that may him plese,
Gyff fredome fail; for fre liking
Is yarnyt our all othir thing.
Na he that ay has levyt fre
May nocht knaw weill the propyrtè,
The angyr, na the wretchyt dome
That is couplyt to foule thyrldome.
Bot gyff he had assayit it,
Than all perquer he suld it wyt;
And suld think fredome mar to prise
Than all the gold in warld that is.
Thus contrar thngis evirmar
Discoweryngis off the tothir ar.
* ↑ liking] pleasure.
* ↑ na ellys nocht] nor aught else.
* ↑ yarnyt] yearned for.
* ↑ our] above.
* ↑ perquer] thoroughly, by heart.
# Oxford Book of English Verse 1250-1918/A Hymn to the Virgin

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c. 1300
Of on that is so fayr and bright  Velut maris stella, Brighter than the day is light  Parens et puella: Ic crie to the, thou see to me, Levedy, preye thi Sone for me,  Tam pia That ic mote come to thee  Maria.
Al this world was for-lore  Eva peccatrice, Tyl our Lord was y-bore  De te genetrice. With ave it went away Thuster nyth and cometh the day  Salutis; The welle springeth ut of the  Virtutis.
Levedy, flour of alle thing,  Rosa sine spina, Thu bere Jhesu, hevene king,  Gratia divina: Of alle thu berst the pris, Levedy, quene of paradys  Electa Mayde milde, Moder es  Effecta.
* ↑ on] one.
* ↑ levedy] lady.
* ↑ thuster] dark.
* ↑ pris] prize.
# Oxford Book of English Verse 1250-1900/Upon Julia's Clothes

WHENAS in silks my Julia goes, Then, then, methinks, how sweetly flows
The liquefaction of her clothes!
Next, when I cast mine eyes and see
That brave vibration each way free,
—O how that glittering taketh me!
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# Oxford Book of English Verse 1250-1918/Blue and White

BLUE is Our Lady's colour,
White is Our Lord's
To-morrow I will wear a knot
 Of blue and white cords,
That you may see it, where you ride
 Among the flashing swords.
O banner, white and sunny blue,
 With prayer I wove thee!
For love the white, for faith the heavenly hue,
And both for him, so tender-true,
 Him that doth love me!
# Oxford Book of English Verse 1250-1900/To ——

​615. To ——
One word is too often profaned  For me to profane it; One feeling too falsely disdain'd  For thee to disdain it; One hope is too like despair  For prudence to smother; And pity from thee more dear  Than that from another.
I can give not what men call love:  But wilt thou accept not The worship the heart lifts above  And the heavens reject not, The desire of the moth for the star,  Of the night for the morrow, The devotion to something afar  From the sphere of our sorrow?
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# Personal Beauty and Racial Betterment/Foreword

FOREWORD
From several persons who have read the manuscript of this essay, and from a larger number who have read the first part, I have received criticisms which are reducible to two main points: First, that I make the procreation of children the predominant ideal in marriage, minimizing companionship and other “spiritual” factors. Second, that although I call attention to various unsatisfactory conditions of sex relations, I have no practical reform program to propose.
Both of these points I admit without apology, and to both of them I wish to direct the readers’ attention. I agree thoroughly with the position of the Church (as I understand that position), in declaring that the highest “spiritual” values of marriage result when it is most perfectly adapted to its primary end. As a psychologist, I have the psychologist’s prejudice, that ideals, intellectual analysis, and education are the fundamental forces of progress, and that laws, conventions, and customs serve to consolidate and make secure the gains achieved through these forces.
The first part of this essay consists, with some additions, of an address delivered in April, 1917, ​before the Association of Physical Directors of Women’s Colleges, the Southern Society for Philosophy and Psychology, and the Faculty and Students of Randolph-Macon College, at Lynchburg, Va.; and published in the Psychological Review for May, 1918.
K. D.
Baltimore, Md. January 1, 1920.
# Person Name Act

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# Personal Beauty and Racial Betterment

PROFESSOR OF EXPERIMENTAL PSYCHOLOGY IN THE
JOHNS HOPKINS UNIVERSITY
Copyright, 1920, By C. V. Mosby Company
Press of C. V. Mosby Company St. Louis
CONTENTS :
| PART I ||
| THE SIGNIFICANCE OF BEAUTY ||
| | Page |
| The Significance of Beauty | 15 |
| General Negative Characters | 18 |
| Detailed Characters of Beauty | 21 |
| PART II ||
| THE CONSERVATION OF BEAUTY ||
| The Conservation of Beauty | 55 |
| Practical Steps in Conservation | 65 |
| Incest and Inbreeding | 70 |
| Improvement in Sexual Selection | 75 |
| The Selection of Male Parents | 89 |
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# Person Name Act, BE 2505 (1962)

English-language translations of พระราชบัญญัติชื่อบุคคล พ.ศ. ๒๕๐๕ include:
# Poems (Emerson, Household Edition, 1904)/Music

MUSIC
Let me go where'er I will, I hear a sky-born music still: It sounds from all things old, It sounds from all things young, From all that 's fair, from all that 's foul, Peals out a cheerful song.
It is not only in the rose, It is not only in the bird, Not only where the rainbow glows, Nor in the song of woman heard, But in the darkest, meanest things There alway, alway something sings.
'T is not in the high stars alone, Nor in the cup of budding flowers, Nor in the redbreast's mellow tone, Nor in the bow that smiles in showers, But in the mud and scum of things There alway, alway something sings.
# Poems (Emerson, Household Edition, 1904)/Merlin's Song

MERLIN'S SONG
I
Of Merlin wise I learned a song,— Sing it low or sing it loud, It is mightier than the strong, And punishes the proud. I sing it to the surging crowd,— Good men it will calm and cheer, Bad men it will chain and cage— In the heart of the music peals a strain Which only angels hear; Whether it waken joy or rage Hushed myriads hark in vain, Yet they who hear it shed their age, And take their youth again.
II
Hear what British Merlin sung, Of keenest eye and truest tongue. Say not, the chiefs who first arrive Usurp the seats for which all strive; ​The forefathers this land who found Failed to plant the vantage-ground; Ever from one who comes to-morrow Men wait their good and truth to borrow. But wilt thou measure all thy road, See thou lift the lightest load. Who has little, to him who has less, can spare, And thou, Cyndyllan's son! beware Ponderous gold and stuffs to bear, To falter ere thou thy task fulfil,— Only the light-armed climb the hill. The richest of all lords is Use, And ruddy Health the loftiest Muse. Live in the sunshine, swim the sea, Drink the wild air's salubrity: When the star Canope shines in May, Shepherds are thankful and nations gay. The music that can deepest reach, And cure all ill, is cordial speech: Mask thy wisdom with delight, Toy with the bow, yet hit the white. Of all wit's uses, the main one Is to live well with who has none.
# Poems (Emerson, Household Edition, 1904)/Merlin 1

MERLIN
I
Thy trivial harp will never please Or fill my craving ear; Its chords should ring as blows the breeze, Free, peremptory, clear. No jingling serenader's art, Nor tinkle of piano strings, Can make the wild blood start In its mystic springs. The kingly bard Must smite the chords rudely and hard, As with hammer or with mace; That they may render back Artful thunder, which conveys Secrets of the solar track, Sparks of the supersolar blaze. Merlin's blows are strokes of fate, Chiming with the forest tone, When boughs buffet boughs in the wood; Chiming with the gasp and moan Of the ice-imprisoned flood; With the pulse of manly hearts; With the voice of orators; With the din of city arts; ​With the cannonade of wars; With the marches of the brave; And prayers of might from martyrs' cave.
Great is the art, Great be the manners, of the bard. He shall not his brain encumber With the coil of rhythm and number; But, leaving rule and pale forethought, He shall aye climb For his rhyme. 'Pass in, pass in,' the angels say, 'In to the upper doors, Nor count compartments of the floors, But mount to paradise By the stairway of surprise.'
Blameless master of the games, King of sport that never shames, He shall daily joy dispense Hid in song's sweet influence. Forms more cheerly live and go, What time the subtle mind Sings aloud the tune whereto Their pulses beat, And march their feet, And their members are combined.
By Sybarites beguiled, He shall no task decline; ​Merlin's mighty line Extremes of nature reconciled,— Bereaved a tyrant of his will, And made the lion mild. Songs can the tempest still, Scattered on the stormy air, Mould the year to fair increase, And bring in poetic peace.
He shall not seek to weave, In weak, unhappy times, Efficacious rhymes; Wait his returning strength. Bird that from the nadir's floor To the zenith's top can soar,— The soaring orbit of the muse exceeds that journey's length. Nor profane affect to hit Or compass that, by meddling wit, Which only the propitious mind Publishes when 't is inclined. There are open hours When the God's will sallies free, And the dull idiot might see The flowing fortunes of a thousand years;— Sudden, at unawares, Self-moved, fly-to the doors, Nor sword of angels could reveal What they conceal.
# Poems (Emerson, Household Edition, 1904)/Mithridates

MITHRIDATES
I cannot spare water or wine, Tobacco-leaf, or poppy, or rose; From the earth-poles to the Line, All between that works or grows, Every thing is kin of mine.
Give me agates for my meat; Give me cantharids to eat; From air and ocean bring me foods, From all zones and altitudes;—
From all natures, sharp and slimy, Salt and basalt, wild and tame: Tree and lichen, ape, sea-lion, Bird, and reptile, be my game.
​Ivy for my fillet band; Blinding dog-wood in my hand; Hemlock for my sherbet cull me, And the prussic juice to lull me; Swing me in the upas boughs, Vampyre-fanned, when I carouse.
Too long shut in strait and few, Thinly dieted on dew, I will use the world, and sift it, To a thousand humors shift it, As you spin a cherry. O doleful ghosts, and goblins merry! O all you virtues, methods, mights, Means, appliances, delights, Reputed wrongs and braggart rights, Smug routine, and things allowed, Minorities, things under cloud! Hither! take me, use me, fill me, Vein and artery, though ye kill me!
# Poems (Emerson, Household Edition, 1904)/Merlin 2

MERLIN
II
The rhyme of the poet Modulates the king's affairs; Balance-loving Nature Made all things in pairs. To every foot its antipode; Each color with its counter glowed; To every tone beat answering tones, Higher or graver; Flavor gladly blends with flavor; Leaf answers leaf upon the bough; And match the paired cotyledons. Hands to hands, and feet to feet, In one body grooms and brides; Eldest rite, two married sides In every mortal meet. Light's far furnace shines, Smelting balls and bars, Forging double stars, Glittering twins and trines. The animals are sick with love, Lovesick with rhyme; Each with all propitious Time Into chorus wove.
Like the dancers' ordered band, Thoughts come also hand in hand; ​In equal couples mated, Or else alternated; Adding by their mutual gage, One to other, health and age. Solitary fancies go Short-lived wandering to and fro, Most like to bachelors, Or an ungiven maid, Not ancestors, With no posterity to make the lie afraid, Or keep truth undecayed. Perfect-paired as eagle's wings, Justice is the rhyme of things; Trade and counting use The self-same tuneful muse; And Nemesis, Who with even matches odd, Who athwart space redresses The partial wrong, Fills the just period, And finishes the song.
Subtle rhymes, with ruin rife, Murmur in the house of life, Sung by the Sisters as they spin; In perfect time and measure they Build and unbuild our echoing clay. As the two twilights of the day Fold us music-drunken in.
# Poems (Emerson, Household Edition, 1904)/Merops

MEROPS
What care I, so they stand the same,— Things of the heavenly mind,— How long the power to give them name Tarries yet behind?
​Thus far to-day your favors reach, O fair, appeasing presences! Ye taught my lips a single speech, And a thousand silences.
Space grants beyond his fated road No inch to the god of day; And copious language still bestowed One word, no more, to say.
# Poems (Emerson, Household Edition, 1904)/Monadnoc from afar

MONADNOC FROM AFAR
Dark flower of Cheshire garden, Red evening duly dyes Thy sombre head with rosy hues To fix far-gazing eyes. Well the Planter knew how strongly Works thy form on human thought; I muse what secret purpose had he To draw all fancies to this spot.
# Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume II/Lullaby

LULLABY
DAY is stealing down the West, Tender, drowsy sounds are heard; Closer now each downy bird Creeps 'neath mother-wings to rest. In the fading sky afar, Kindled by some angel hand, Twinkling comes a tiny star,— Baby's guide to Sleepy-Land.
Cooler, darker grows the air, Eerie shadows haunt the room; In the garden, through the gloom, 'Wildering bats and owlets fare; But the lambs and birdies seem Happy now at home to keep, And a darling little dream Smiles at baby in his sleep.
# Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume II/Love Reproachful

LOVE REPROACHFUL
THEN Love, reproachful, sighed: "Art thou become Voiceless, who in my praise wast eloquent? To wound my name unto high heaven is sent A vain lamenting,—the exordium Of fruitless plaint and chiding wearisome,— While they to whom my chiefest joys are lent, To worship me in silence are content!" Love, even so: whom thou dost bless are dumb.
Listen! That strain of ecstasy and pain! Far-echoing from Thrace, it breathes again, Lost Philomela's passion to prolong; Yet nested near in solitude, the dove— Beneath thy very pinions, gracious Love! Coos to her mate, but sings the world no song!
# Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume II/Love and the Child

LOVE AND THE CHILD
LOVE came into the world and said: "With the tender infant on this bed Shall be my home; I will impart The winning graces to its heart That blessing in life's pathway spread."
So—for Love crooned its lullabies— His own smile dawned within its eyes, And into its small being stole The laughing radiance of his soul, And all its eager sympathies.
Unconscious as the flowers that bless— A tiny flame of lovingness— To any palm it gave at once A dimpled hand, in quick response, Nor what "a stranger" meant might guess.
That to distrust is often well, It heard with smile ineffable. Then, on a morn, Love came to say: "Thou child of mine, come, come away! In Paradise to dwell!"
# Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume II/Might I Return

MIGHT I RETURN
MIGHT I return to that May-day of gladness When life is young, and all its promise fair; Might I efface each memory of sadness, And put away the weary load of care,— To pluck the rose that in Time's Eden blows, I would not go, were I to miss you there!
Might I ascend unto those realms of rapture Whose amaranthine joys fade not again, Might I the secrets of Elysium capture, And find fruition for my longings vain,— I would forego these dear delights, to know That you were with me, and to share your pain.
# Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume II/Love that Faltered

LOVE THAT FALTERED
LOVE that faltered for an hour Had not felt the awful power Of the god whom gods adore; Of the god before whose portal Kneel the deathless and the mortal,— Suppliant forever more.
Love that faltered had not heard Love's divine, compelling word, Or it instant had obeyed; Giving with the glad devotion Of the river for the ocean,— Doubting not, and unafraid.
For with Love alone is joy Free from shadow of alloy; And before his sacred shrine, Sorrow in her deepest sadness Guards a hope more blest than gladness, And through worship grows divine!