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# Poems on Various Subjects (Coleridge)/Effusion 35, written at Cleveden

This is the earliest printed version of the work better known as The Eolian Harp
EFFUSION XXXV.
COMPOSED
AUGUST 20th, 1795,
AT CLEVEDON, SOMERSETSHIRE.
MY pensive Sara! thy soft cheek reclin'd
Thus on mine arm, most soothing sweet it is
To sit beside our cot, our cot o'er grown
With white-flower'd Jasmin, and the broad-leav'd Myrtle,
(Meet emblems they of Innocence and Love!)
And watch the clouds, that late were rich with light,
Slow-sad'ning round, and mark the star of eve
Serenely brilliant (such should Wisdom be)
Shine opposite! How exquisite the scents Snatch'd from yon bean-field! and the world so hush'd! The stilly murmur of the distant Sea Tells us of Silence. And that simplest Lute Plac'd length-ways in the clasping casement, hark! How by the desultory breeze caress'd, Like some coy Maid half-yielding to her Lover, It pours such sweet upbraidings, as must needs Tempt to repeat the wrong! And now its strings Boldlier swept, the long sequacious notes Over delicious surges sink and rise, Such a soft floating witchery of sound As twilight Elfins make, when they at eve Voyage on gentle gales from Faery Land,
Where Melodies round honey-dropping flowers Footless and wild, like birds of Paradise, Nor pause nor perch, hov'ring on untam'd wing.
And thus, my Love! as on the midway slope Of yonder hill I stretch my limbs at noon Whilst thro' my half-clos'd eyelids I behold The sunbeams dance, like diamonds, on the main, And tranquil muse upon tranquillity; Full many a thought uncall'd and undetain'd, And many idle flitting phantasies, Traverse my indolent and passive brain As wild and various, as the random gales That swell or flutter on this subject Lute! And what if all of animated nature Be but organic Harps diversly fram'd,
That tremble into thought, as o'er them sweeps, Plastic and vast, one intellectual Breeze, At once the Soul of each, and God of all? But thy more serious eye a mild reproof Darts, O beloved Woman! nor such thoughts Dim and unhallow'd dost thou not reject, And biddest me walk humbly with my God.
Meek Daughter in the Family of Christ, Well hast thou said and holily disprais'd These shapings of the unregenerate mind, Bubbles that glitter as they rise and break On vain Philosophy's aye-babbling spring. For never guiltless may I speak of Him, Th' Incomprehensible! save when with awe I praise him, and with Faith that inly feels;
Who with his saving mercies healed me,
A sinful and most miserable man
Wilder'd and dark, and gave me to possess
Peace, and this Cot, and Thee, heart-honor'd Maid!
# Poems on Various Subjects (Coleridge)/Effusion 6, to Sheridan

To Sheridan or To Richard Brinsley Sheridan was written by Samuel Taylor Coleridge and published in the 29 January 1795 Morning Chronicle. As the last poem running as part of the 'Sonnets on Eminent Characters' series, it describes Coleridge's appreciation of Richard Brinsley Sheridan and his theatre talents. Coleridge, unlike most, preferred Sheridan's somber works over his comedies and emphasizes them within the poem.Warning: template has been deprecated.
EFFUSION VI.
IT was some spirit, Sheridan! that breath'd O'er thy young mind such wildly-various power! My soul hath mark'd thee in her shaping hour, Thy temples with Hymettian flowrets wreath'd: And sweet thy voice, as when o'er Laura's bier Sad music trembled thro' Vauclusa's glade; Sweet, as at dawn the love-lorn Serenade That wafts soft dreams to Slumber's list'ning ear. Now patriot Rage and Indignation high Swell the full tones! And now thine eye-beams dance Meanings of Scorn and Wit's quaint revelry! Writhes inly from the bosom-probing glance Th' Apostate by the brainless rout ador'd, As erst that elder Fiend beneath great Michael's sword.
# Poems on Various Subjects (Coleridge)/Effusion 9, to Fayette

To Fayette was written by Samuel Taylor Coleridge and published in the 26 December 1794 Morning Chronicle as part of the 'Sonnets on Eminent Characters' series. Coleridge, like other Romantic poets, viewed Gilbert du Motier as a hero of liberty for his part in the American and French revolutions. Warning: template has been deprecated.
EFFUSION IX.
AS when far off the warbled strains are heard That soar on Morning's wing the vales among, Within his cage th' imprison'd matin bird
Swells the full chorus with a generous song: He bathes no pinion in the dewy light, No Father's joy, no Lover's bliss he shares, Yet still the rising radiance cheers his sight— His Fellows' freedom soothes the Captive's cares! Thou, Fayette! who didst wake with startling voice Life's better sun from that long wintry night, Thus in thy Country's triumphs shalt rejoice And mock with raptures high the dungeon's might: For lo! the morning struggles into day, And Slavery's spectres shriek and vanish from the ray!
# Poems on Various Subjects (Coleridge)/Epistle 2, to a Friend in answer to a melancholy Letter

EPISTLE II.
TO A FRIEND,
IN ANSWER TO
A MELANCHOLY LETTER.
AWAY, those cloudy looks, that lab'ring sigh, The peevish offspring of a sickly hour! Nor meanly thus complain of Fortune's power, When the blind Gamester throws a luckless die.
Yon setting Sun flashes a mournful gleam Behind those broken clouds, his stormy train:
To-morrow shall the many-color'd main In brightness roll beneath his orient beam!
Wild, as th' autumnal gust, the hand of Time Flies o'er his mystic lyre: in shadowy dance Th' alternate groupes of Joy and Grief advance Responsive to his varying strains sublime!
Bears on its wing each hour a load of Fate. The Swain, who, lull'd'by Seine's mild murmurs, led His weary oxen to their nightly shed, To-day may rule a tempest-troubled State.
Nor shall not Fortune with a vengeful smile Survey the sanguinary Despot's might, And haply hurl the Pageant from his height Unwept to wander in some savage isle.
There shiv'ring sad beneath the tempeft's frown Round his tir'd limbs to wrap the purple vest; And mix'd with nails and beads, an equal jest! Barter for food, the jewels or his crown.
# Poems upon Several Occasions/63

LIBERALITY.
THO' safe thou think'st thy Treasure lyes, Conceal'd in Chests from human Eyes, A Fire may come, and it may be Bury'd, my Friend, as far from thee. Thy Vessel that yon Ocean stems, Loaded with Golden Dust and Gems, Purchas'd with so much Pains and Cost, Yet in a Tempest may be lost. Pimps, Whores, and Bawds, a thankless Crew, Priests, Pick-pockets, and Lawyers too, All help by several Ways to drain, Thanking themselves for what they gain. The Liberal are secure alone, For what we frankly give, for ever is our own.
# Poems upon Several Occasions/68

AS Flow'rs transplanted from a Southern Sky But hardly bear, or in the Raising die, Missing their native Sun, at best retain But a faint Odour, and survive with Pain: Thus ancient Wit, in modern Numbers taught,$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,$ Wanting the Warmth with which its Author wrote, Is a dead Image, and a senseless Draught: While we transfuse, the nimble Spirit flies, Escapes unseen, evaporates, and dies. Who then to copy Roman Wit desire, Must imitate with Roman Force and Fire; In Elegance of Style and Phrase the same, And in the sparkling Genius and the Flame: Whence we conclude from thy translated Song, So just, so smooth, so soft, and yet so strong, Celestial Charmer! Soul of Harmony! That ev'ry Genius was reviv'd in thee.
Thy Trumpet sounds, the Dead are rais'd to Light, Never to die, and take to Heav'n their Flight, Deckt in thy Verse, as clad with Rays they shine, All Glorify'd, Immortal, and Divine.
As Britain in rich Soil abounding wide, Furnish'd for Use, for Luxury, and Pride, Yet spreads her wanton Sails on ev'ry Shore For foreign Wealth, impatient still of more; To her own Wooll the Silks of Asia joins, And to her plenteous Harvests, Indian Mines: So Dryden, not contented with the Fame Of his own Works, tho' an immortal Name, To Lands remote sends forth his learned Muse, The noblest Seeds of foreign Wit to chuse: Feasting our Sense so many various Ways, Say, Is't thy Bounty? or thy Thirst of Praise? That by comparing Others, All might see Who most excell, are yet excell'd by Thee.
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FANCY.
LOVE is by Fancy led about From Hope to Fear, from Joy to Doubt; Whom we now a Goddess call, Divinely grac'd in every Feature, Strait's a deform'd, a perjur'd Creature: Love and Hate are Fancy all.
'Tis but as Fancy shall present Objects of Grief, or of Content, That the Lover's blest, or dies: Visions of mighty Pains, or Pleasure, Imagin'd Wait, imagin'd Treasure: All in pow'rful Fancy lyes.
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FULVIA.
WHY pines my Dear? To Fulvia, his young bride, Who pensive sat, thus aged Cornus cry'd. Alas! said she, such Visions break my Rest, The strangest Thoughts! I think I am possest: My Symptoms I have told a Man of Skill, And—if I wou'd—he says—I might—be well. Take his Advice, said he, my poor dear Wife, I'll buy at any rate thy precious Life. Blushing she wou'd excuse, but all in vain, A Doctor must be fetch'd to ease her Pain. Hard prest, she yields: From White's, or Will's, or Tom's, No matter which he's summon'd, and he comes. The careful Husband, with a kind Embrace Entreats his Care; then bows, and quits the Place,
For little Ailments oft attend the Fair, Not decent for a Husband's, or Ear. Something the Dame would say: The ready Knight Prevents her Speech—Here's that shall set you right, Madam, said he—With that the Door's made close, He gives, deliciously, the healing Dose. Alas! she cries, Ah me! Ah cruel Cure! Did ever Woman yet like me endure! The Work perform'd: Uprising gay and light, Old Cornus is call'd in, to see the Sight. A sprightly Red vermillions all her Face, And her Eyes languish with unusual Grace. With Tears of Joy, fresh gushing from his Eyes, O wond'rous Pow'r of Art! old Cornus cries, Amazing Change! Astonishing Success! Thrice happy I! What a brave Man was this! Maids, Wives, and Widows, with like Whims possest, May thus find certain Ease—Probatum est.
# Poems upon Several Occasions/66

To CELIA.
WHY, cruel Creature, why so bent To vex a tender Heart? To Gold and Title you relent, Love throws in vain his Dart.
Let glittering Fools in Courts be great, For Pay let Armies move: Beauty shou'd have no other Bait But gentle Vows and Love.
If on those endless Charms you lay The Value that's their Due, Kings are themselves too poor to pay, A thousand Worlds too few.
But if a Passion without Vice, Without Disguise or Art, Ah Celia! if true Love's your Price, Behold it in my Heart.
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WOMEN.
WOmen to Cards may be compar'd: We play A Round or two; when us'd, we throw away. Take a fresh Pack; nor is it worth our grieving Who cuts or shuffles with our dirty leaving.
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To Mr. Waller.
WHEN into Libya the young Grecian came, To talk with Hammon, and consult for Fame; When from the Sacred Tripod where he stood, The Priest inspir’d saluted him a God; Scarce such a Joy that haughty Victor knew, So own’d be Heav’n, as I thus prais’d by you. Whoe’er their Names can in thy Numbers show, Have more than Empire, and immortal grow; Ages to come shall scorn the Powers of old, When in thy Verse of greater Gods they’re told; Our beauteous Queen, and martial Monarch’s Name, For Jove and June shall be plac’d by Fame;
Thy Charles for Neptune shall the Seas command, And Sacharissa shall for Venus stand; Greece shall no longer boast, nor haughty Rome, But think from Britain all the Gods did come.
# Poems upon Several Occasions/64

Written in Clarinda's Pray'r-Book.
IN vain, Clarinda, Night and Day For Mercy to the Gods you pray: What Arrogance on Heav'n to call For that, which you deny to All!
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CELIA SINGING.
WHEN we behold her Angel Face, Or when she sing with heav'nly Grace, In what we hear, and what we see, So ravishing's the Harmony, The melting Soul, in Rapture lost, Knows not which Charm enchants it most.
Sounds that made Hills and Rocks rejoice, Amphion's Lute, the Syrens Voice,
Wonders with Pain receiv'd for true, At once find Credit, and renew; No Charms like Celia's Voice surprize, Except the Magick of her Eyes.
# Presidential Weekly Address - 1 September 2017

Weekly address delivered on 1 September 2017
My fellow Americans,
The heartbreaking devastation and suffering caused by Hurricane Harvey has profoundly affected our entire nation. Many homes and communities have been destroyed, many lives have been upended, and tragically, some have lost their lives in this catastrophic storm.
We pray for the victims and their families—and all of those who have been displaced from their homes.
At this very moment, heroic efforts continue to keep safe those threatened by this natural disaster.
I want to say a special word of thanks to our amazing first responders—our police and law enforcement officers, firefighters, Coast Guard, National Guard, EMS, doctors, nurses, hospital workers, and volunteers who have traveled from all across the country. Thousands of people have come together to prevent loss of life and ensure safety, and we are incredibly grateful for their courage, their professionalism, and their sacrifice.
They are an inspiration to all of us.
To the people affected by Hurricane Harvey: we are with you every single step of the way. We will help you recover. We will help you rebuild. We will support you today, tomorrow, and the day after.
We have been working closely with local authorities, and I remain in close communication with Governor Abbott of Texas and Governor Edwards of Louisiana.
At the request of Governor Abbott, I declared a major disaster in the State of Texas to ensure that federal aid is available for state and local recovery efforts. I also approved a disaster declaration for Louisiana.
Organizations like the Red Cross, the Salvation Army, and faith-based organizations are actively assisting on the ground and they are doing a fantastic job. I want to recognize the millions of citizens across the country who are contributing in every way they can—with their time, their resources, and their prayers.
When one part of America hurts, we all hurt. When we see neighbors in need, we rush to their aid. We don't ask their names or where they are from—we help our fellow Americans every single time.
This is the spirit of America. It is exactly what I saw while in Texas this week—a spirit of love, determination, and resolve. A spirit, that even when wounded, never gives up—never gives in—never loses hope. We just keep fighting—we just keep pushing on, for the people we love, and for the nation we call home.
All American hearts are with the people of Texas and Louisiana. We mourn and pray and struggle through the hardships—together.
We know that a long and difficult path lies ahead to get our neighbors back in their homes and on their feet. But we also know that we are stronger than the obstacles in our path. Arm-in-arm, we will strive, we will endure, and we will emerge stronger than ever before.
Thank you. God Bless You. And God Bless the United States of America.
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# Presidential Weekly Address - 20 April 2013

Weekly address to be delivered on 20 April 2013.
THE PRESIDENT: On Monday, an act of terror wounded dozens and killed three innocent people at the Boston Marathon. But in the days since, the world has witnessed one sure and steadfast truth: Americans refuse to be terrorized.
Ultimately, that’s what we’ll remember from this week. That’s what will remain. Stories of heroism and kindness; resolve and resilience; generosity and love. The brave first responders – police officers, firefighters, EMTs, and National Guard – who ran toward danger to help their fellow citizens. The race volunteers, spectators, and exhausted runners who rushed to help, including troops and veterans who never expected to see such scenes on the streets of America.
The determined doctors and nurses at some of the world’s best hospitals, who have toiled day and night to save so many lives. The big-hearted people of Boston – residents, priests, shopkeepers – who carried victims in their arms; delivered water and blankets; lined up to give blood; opened their homes to total strangers.
And the heroic federal agents and police officers who worked together throughout the week, often at great risk to themselves, to keep our communities safe. As a country, we are eternally grateful for the profound sacrifices they make in the line of duty – sometimes making the ultimate sacrifice to defend the people they’ve sworn to protect. If anyone wants to know who we are; what America is; how we respond to evil and terror – that’s it. Selflessly. Compassionately, and unafraid.
Through days that would test even the sturdiest of souls, Boston’s spirit remains undaunted. America’s spirit remains undimmed. Our faith in each other, our love for this country, our common creed that cuts across whatever superficial differences we may have – that’s what makes us strong. That’s why we endure.
In the days to come, we will remain vigilant as a nation. And I have no doubt the city of Boston and its surrounding communities will continue to respond in the same proud and heroic way that they have thus far – and their fellow Americans will be right there with them every step of the way. May God bless the people of Boston and the United States of America.
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# Presidential Weekly Address - 1 March 2014

Weekly address delivered on [1 March 2014].
THE PRESIDENT: Hi everybody. In my State of the Union Address, I said that the best measure of opportunity is access to a good job. And after the worst recession of our lifetimes, our businesses have created eight and a half million new jobs in the last four years.
But we need to do more to make America a magnet for good jobs for the future. And in this year of action, where Congress won’t do that, I will do whatever I can to expand opportunity for more Americans. This week, I took two actions to attract new jobs to America – jobs in American manufacturing, and jobs rebuilding America’s infrastructure.
Here’s why this is important. In the 2000s alone, we lost more than one-third of all American manufacturing jobs. One in three. And when the housing bubble burst, workers in the construction industry were hit harder than just about anybody. The good news is, today, our manufacturers have added more than 620,000 jobs over the last four years – the first sustained growth in manufacturing jobs since the 1990s.
Still, the economy has changed. If we want to attract more good manufacturing jobs to America, we’ve got to make sure we’re on the cutting edge of new manufacturing technologies and techniques. And in today’s global economy, first-class jobs gravitate to first-class infrastructure.
That’s why, on Tuesday, I launched two new high-tech manufacturing hubs – places where businesses and universities will partner to turn groundbreaking research into real-world goods Made in America. So far, we’ve launched four of these hubs, where our workers can master 3-D printing, energy-efficient electronics, lightweight metals, and digital manufacturing – all technologies that can help ensure a steady stream of good jobs well into the 21st century.
Then on Wednesday, I launched a new competition to build 21st century infrastructure – roads and bridges, mass transit, more efficient ports, and faster passenger rail. Rebuilding America won’t just attract new businesses; it will create good construction jobs that can’t be shipped overseas.
Of course, Congress could make an even bigger difference in both areas. Thanks to the leadership of a bipartisan group of lawmakers, there’s a bill in Congress right now that would create an entire network of high-tech manufacturing hubs all across the country. And next week, I’ll send Congress a budget that will rebuild our transportation systems and support millions of jobs nationwide.
There’s a lot we can do if we work together. And while Congress decides what it’s going to do, I’m going to keep doing everything in my power to rebuild an economy where everyone who works hard has the chance to get ahead – where we’re restoring our founding vision of opportunity for all.
Thanks, everybody, and have a great weekend.
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# Primrose v. Western Union Telegraph Company

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Primrose v. Western Union Telegraph Company

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# Primrose

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* Primrose, a poem by William Carlos Williams
* "The Primrose" by John Clare in Littell's Living Age, 129 (1662)

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# Primroses

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* "Primroses" by Francis William Bourdillon in Littell's Living Age, 129 (1670) (Sweet primroses! I hold you dear, That heedless are)
* "Primroses" by Alfred Austin in Littell's Living Age, 155 (2007)

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# Proclamation 4501

Delivered on 14 April 1977.
By the President of the United States of America A Proclamation
Our nation's small businesses employ 100 million Americans and produce nearly half of our gross business product. Small businesses remain healthy in an economic environment that equates size with success because they take an active interest in the customers and communities they serve.
A successful small business is evidence of the independence, initiative and hard work of the man or woman who owns and operates it. Their spirit has been, and will continue to be, a major factor in our nation's growth.
Now, THEREFORE, I, JIMMY CARTER, President of the United States of America, do hereby designate the week beginning Sunday, May 22, 1977, as Small Business Week, and I ask all Americans to join me in expressing the pride we take in our nation's small business sector.
IN WITNESS WHEREOF, I have hereunto set my hand this fourteenth day of April in the year of our Lord nineteen hundred seventy-seven, and of the Independence of the United States of America the two hundred and first.
JIMMY CARTER
[Filed with the Office of the Federal Register, 3:23 p.m., April 14, 1977]
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