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# Landon in The Literary Gazette 1830/Follow Me

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Literary Gazette, 21st August, 1830, Page 548
ORIGINAL POETRY.
FOLLOW ME!*
A summer morning, with its calm, glad light,  Was on the fallen castle: other days  Were here remembered vividly; the past  Was even as the present, nay, perhaps more—  For that we do not pause to think upon.  First, o'er the arching gateway was a shield,  The sculptured arms defaced, but visible  Was the bold motto, "Follow me:" again  I saw it scrolled around the lofty crest  Which, mouldering, decked the ruined banquet-room:  A third time did I trace these characters—  On the worn pavement of an ancient grave  Was written "Follow me!"
Follow me!—'tis to the battle-field— No eye must turn, and no step must yield; In the thick of the battle look ye to be: On!—'tis my banner ye follow, and me.
Follow me!—'tis to the festal ring, Where the maidens smile and the minstrels sing; Hark! to our name is the bright wine poured: Follow me on to the banquet-board!
Follow me!—'tis where the yew-tree bends, When the strength and the pride of the victor ends Pale in the thick grass the wild flowers bloom: Follow me on to the silent tomb! L. E. L.
# Landon in The Literary Gazette 1830/The Aspen Tree

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Literary Gazette, 21st August, 1830, Page 548
THE ASPEN TREE.
The quiet of the evening hour  Was laid on every summer leaf; That purple shade was on each flower,  At once so beautiful, so brief,
Only the aspen knew not rest,  But still, with an unquiet song, Kept murmuring to the gentle west,  And cast a changeful shade along.
Not for its beauty—other trees  Had greener boughs, and statelier stem; And those had fruit, and blossoms these,  Yet still I chose this tree from them.
'Tis a strange thing, this depth of love  Which dwells within the human heart; From earth below to heaven above,  In each, in all, it fain has part.
It must find sympathy, or make;  And hence beliefs, the fond, the vain, The thousand shapes that fancies take,  To bind the fine connecting chain.
We plant pale flowers beside the tomb,  And love to see them droop and fade; For every leaf that sheds its bloom  Seems like a natural tribute paid.
Thus Nature soothes the grief she shares:  What are the flowers we hold most dear? The one whose haunted beauty wears  The sign of human thought or tear.
Why hold the violet and rose  A place within the heart, denied To fairer foreign flowers, to those  To earlier memories allied?
Like those frail leaves, each restless thought  Fluctuates in my weary mind; Uncertain tree! my fate was wrought  In the same loom where thine was twined.
And thus from other trees around  Did I still watch the aspen tree, Because in its unrest I found  Somewhat of sympathy with me. L. E. L.
# Landon in The Literary Gazette 1830/The Departed

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Literary Gazette, 8th May, 1830, Page 308
4. The Departed.
Set thy spur to thy steed, thy sail to the wind,
You may leave the far vale and the mountain behind;
Like the storm o'er the south in thy flight thou may'st be;
But where may'st thou fly from the memory of me?
The struggle, the pleasure, the toil, and the strife,
May fill up thy days with the hurry of life;
But night cometh lonely o'er land and o'er sea,
And in silence and shadow I still am with thee.
With no rose on my cheek, with no rose in my hair,
But cold as the love whose remembrance I bear,
Breathing vows that are broken, and hopes that are fled,
A voice breaks thy slumber—the voice of the dead.
Let thy loveliest slave lull thy sleep with her strain—
Ay, drain the red wine-cup,—it all is in vain:
From the haunt of thy midnight I will not depart,
For thy guilt is my power—my home is thy heart.
# Landon in The Literary Gazette 1830/The Legacy of the Roses

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Literary Gazette, 21st August, 1830, Page 548
THE LEGACY OF THE ROSES.†
Oh! plant them above me, the soft, the bright,
The touched with the sunset's crimson light,
The warm with the earliest breath of spring,
The sweet with the sweep of the west wind's wing;
Let the green bough and the red leaf wave—
Plant the glad rose-tree upon my grave.
Why should the mournful willow weep
O'er the quiet rest of a dreamless sleep?—
Weep for life, with its toil and care,
Its crime to shun, and its sorrow to bear;
Let tears and the sign of tears be shed
Over the living, not over the dead!
Plant not the cypress nor yet the yew;
Too heavy their shadow, too gloomy their hue,
For one who is sleeping in faith and in love,
With a hope that is treasured in heaven above;
In a holy trust are my ashes laid—
Cast ye no darkness, throw ye no shade.
Plant the green sod with the crimson rose,
Let my friends rejoice o'er my calm repose;
Let my memory be like the odours they shed,
My hope like their promise of early red;
Let strangers, too, share in their breath and their bloom—
Plant ye the bright roses over my tomb!
L. E. L.
† A person who died at Barnes left an annual sum to be laid out in roses planted on his grave: authority, Mr. Crofton Croker.
# Landon in The Literary Gazette 1830/The Sicilian Girl

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Literary Gazette, 28th August, 1830, Page 565
ORIGINAL POETRY.
THE SICILIAN GIRL TO THE MADONNA.
Madonna, I have gathered flowers,
 And wreathed them round thy shrine;
And every rose I offer thee
 Is wet with tears of mine.
Madonna, I am kneeling here;
 Yet will they not depart,
The earthly hopes and earthly fears
 That war within my heart.
I strive to only pray for peace,
 To only think of thee;
Alas! my wild and wandering thoughts
 Ill with my words agree.
Madonna, 'tis in vain to strive;
 My lips may move in prayer,
But thou canst read my inmost soul,
 And other thoughts are there.
Thou knowest all my wretchedness,
 Thou knowest all my love;
Oh! mother dear, look down on me,
 I dare not look above,
Mother, though not on that pure brow
 One earthly shade appears,
That radiant head has been bowed down,
 Those eyes been filled with tears.
Thou knowest the bitterness of grief,
 The mortal pang and strife
Of hopes that look beyond the grave,
 Of ties that bind to life.
I feel the damp upon my brow,
 The flush upon my cheek;
My languid pulse, my failing breath,
 More weary and more weak.
Ah! little should she think of love
 Whose steps are on the grave;
Of love, the almighty to destroy,
 The powerless to save.
It is in vain; I cannot pray,
 And yet not think his name;
It may be silent on my lips,
 'Tis in my heart the same.
The love of happy childhood's years,
 The love of youth's first vow;
The same through sickness, grief, and wrong,
 May not be banished now.
I know no more my evening song
 Will rise at twilight dim;
I know this is my latest prayer,—
 Well, let it breathe for him.
His sails are spread; Madonna, keep
 The tempest from the sky;
Bless thou the bridal which he seeks—  And let me go and die!L. E. L.
# Landon in The Literary Gazette 1830/Memory

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Literary Gazette, 8th May, 1830, Page 308
3. Memory.
A Voice of gentle singing
 Went by upon the wind,
And an echo sweet is ringing—
 The thought it left behind.
'Twas a song of other feelings
 That belonged to other days,
Ere I marked the stern revealings
 Of the curtain time must raise.
When my heart and step were lighter
 Than they'll ever be again,
And the dream of hope was brighter—
 For I believed it then.
That sweet song was of gladness,
 Yet it has left with me
A shadow one-half sadness,
 One-half dear memory.
Though the darkness of November
 Around my heart be thrown,
Yet how pleasant to remember
 The spring hours once its own!
# Landon in The Literary Gazette 1830/The Absent

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Literary Gazette, 8th May, 1830, Pages 307-308
SONGS.
1. The Absent.
There is no music on the strings
 Of her neglected lute;
Her white hand wakes no more its chords—
 Her bird-like voice is mute.
She wreathes no flowers for her vase,
 No roses for her hair—
She loiters in her favourite grove,
 But her heart is not there.
The dancers gather in the hall—
 She is amid the band,
With vacant smile and wandering glance
 For those who claim her hand. Her eyes fill with unbidden tears,
 Her cheek is pale with care—
Lonely amid the festival,
 For her heart is not there.
She broods above her own dear thoughts,
 As o'er her nest the dove;
Memory and hope own but one dream—
 Her first young dream of love.
She hears a gallant trumpet sound,
 A banner sweeps the air—
She sees a knight lead on the charge,—
 And oh, her heart is there!
# Landon in The Literary Gazette 1830/The Companions

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Literary Gazette, 8th May, 1830, Page 308
2. The Companions.
With thy step in the stirrup, one cup of bright wine,
We'll drink the success of thy sabre and mine:
When as boys we took down the bright arms from the wall,
And rushed, in mock combat, around the old hall, We longed in true warfare the weapons to wield:— Now the foe is before us, and yonder the field.
We'll onward together, thy steed beside mine,
Our blow be as one when we rush on the line;
Should one fall, one only, the other will try
A step for his vengeance, another to die—
On the neck of the fallen yield up his last breath,
And the vow of their boyhood be cancelled by death.
But rather this evening as victors we'll ride
O'er the field of our conquest, the place of our pride,
With our names on each lip, but named only as one— ’Tis the glory of either what each may have done.
Now on for the harvest that darkens yon plain,
We come back in honour, or come not again.
# Lines on the Death of the Confederate Gen. Albert Sidney Johnston

Lines
On the death of the Confederate
Gen. Albert Sidney Johnston, of Ky.
Who fell at the battle of “Shiloh,” Miss.,
Sunday, April 6, 1862.
Thou art gone to thy rest, Thou brave fearless soldier; The world with its woes Has passed from thy view: Of all thy companions None ever were bolder, In honor and justice, None were mere true.
With heartfelt emotion, Thy children now mourn thee: Their hearts droop with sorrow, At thy sudden fall: To the grave thy brave soldiers With anguish have borne thee, But bow with submission At heaven’s just call.
Thy people though robbed, Oppressed, and insulted, Butchered and murdered By hireling knaves; Thy name still shall live, In the hearts of thy soldiers, They’ll die like true patriots Than live like base slaves.
Though sorrow enshrouds The Southern dominions, And rude dogs of war Howl o’er its bright plain: And the ground over run With Lincoln’s vile minions, Who murder for hire, And plunder for gain.
Yet a bright ray of sunshine, Breaks through the vast darkness; ’Tis the spirit of Johnston, Looking down from above: He bids his brave soldiers, To be firm and undaunted, And trust in their God, Full of truth, might and love!
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# Lines to a Lump of Virgin Gold

Dull, yellow, heavy, lusterless
* "Lines to a Lump of Virgin Gold" in The New Penelope (1877)
* "Lines to a Lump of Virgin Gold" in Poems (1900)
# Lines on the Proclamation Issued by the Tyrant Lincoln

Lines on the
Proclamation
Issued by the Tyrant Lincoln,
April First, 1863.
By a Rebel.
“Are there no stones in heaven but what serve for the thunder—precious villain?”
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# Lines to G. B. Shaw

First published in The Last of the Trunk och Brev i Urval (2007), where it appears in a letter to Tevis Clyde Smith, c. November 1932.
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# Lines v. Frederick

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## Dissenting Opinion

    Harlan
United States Supreme Court
400 U.S. 18
Lines v. Frederick et al.
On Petition for Writ of Certiorari to the United States Court of Appeals for the Ninth Circuit
No. 412.
A bankrupt wage earner's vacation pay, accrued but unpaid at the time of filing of his petition, does not pass to the trustee in bankruptcy as "property" under § 70a (5) of the Bankruptcy Act.
Certiorari granted; 425 F. 2d 215, affirmed.
PER CURIAM.

## Notes

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# Lines on the Mermaid Tavern

* "Lines on the Mermaid Tavern", in The complete poetical works and letters of John Keats (1899), edited by Horace Elisha Scudder
* "Lines on the Mermaid Tavern", in Keats; poems published in 1820 (1909), edited by Margaret Robertson
# Lines v. Frederick/Dissent Harlan

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* Per Curiam Opinion of the Court
* Dissenting Opinion Harlan
United States Supreme Court
400 U.S. 18
Lines v. Frederick
Mr. Justice HARLAN, dissenting.
In my view this case is another instance in which the pressure of an overcrowded docket had led the Court to deal summarily with an issue which, if deserving of our attention at all, is deserving of full-dress treatment. Cf. United States v. Maryland Savings-Share Insurance Corp., 400 U.S. 4, 91 S.Ct. 16, 27 L.Ed.2d 4, United States v. Chicago, 400 U.S. 8, 91 S.Ct. 18, 27 L.Ed.2d 9. Moreover, the Court disposes of the case despite the opaqueness of the record and the uncertainty with regard to relevant California law.
Under the terms of respondent Frederick's employment, his employer credited him with one day's vacation pay for each month's work. From September 15, the date of bankruptcy, to December 23, the beginning of the shutdown and the enforced 'vacation,' Mr. Frederick presumably became entitled to a little over three days' pay. The same amount would have accrued to a person starting work on the date of bankruptcy with no debts or assets, the paradigm of 'an unencumbered fresh start.' Indeed, the order not only permitted Mr. Frederick a fresh start; it gave him a head start, to the extent of half a day's pay. Segal v. Rochelle, 382 U.S. 375, 86 S.Ct. 511, 15 L.Ed.2d 428 (1966), and Local Loan Co. v. Hunt, 292 U.S. 234, 54 S.Ct. 695, 78 L.Ed. 1230 (1934), therefore tend to support the position of the trustee rather than 'compel a decision for the bankrupt.' Ante, p. 20. However, respondents can muster forceful arguments in their support, even on the assumption that the accrued vacation pay was subject to the claims of creditors-a point of California law which the court below found it unnecessary to decide.
Since the question tendered for review is close and has split the courts of appeals, I would set the case for argument.

## Notes

* ↑ While neither the stipulated facts nor the opinions below reveal the rate of accrual of vacation pay, I take as true the uncontested representation in Mr. Frederick's petition for review of the referee's order.
* ↑ The case of respondent Harris is similar, but it is complicated by the fact that he could have chosen to forgo his vacation. As he observed in his petition to review the turnover order, the record is silent on whether such a choice would have wiped out his accrued vacation time and left nothing for him to turn over.
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# Lines written at a small distance from my House, and sent by my little Boy to the Person to whom they are addressed

* "Lines written at a small distance from my House, and sent by my little Boy to the Person to whom they are addressed" in Lyrical Ballads (1798)
* "Lines written at a small distance from my House, and sent by my little Boy to the Person to whom they are addressed" in Lyrical Ballads, Volume I (1800)
* "Lines written at a small distance from my House, and sent by my little Boy to the Person to whom they are addressed" in Poems Volume II (1815)
# Leaves of Knowledge/Chapter 16

SEATTLE, THE CITY OF DESTINY
CHAPTER XVI.
Seattle, the City of Destiny.
Seattle, the metropolis of the State of Washington, is situated on Elliott Bay, on the eastern shore of Puget Sound. Its population has doubled in the last five years, caused by the wonderful influx of Alaska gold, as it is the headquarters for outfitting, and controls the trade of Alaska and the Yukon territory, and is also the base of supplies for the Puget Sound navy yard. It has the best navy dry-dock on the Pacific Coast and the largest dry-dock in the United States. The battleship Nebraska is now under construction here for the American government.
More than seventy steamers are engaged, this being the center of the Sound steamship traffic, besides lines ​of steamships to Japan and the Orient. The great transcontinental railroads meet the ships of the world in the commerce of the Pacific, being the shortest route between New York and the Asiatic harbors.
There are extensive flour mills here. It is the center of the lumber industries and leads in shipbuilding in the Pacific Northwest. Seattle is the base of supplies for the salmon and deep sea fisheries and is surrounded by a great number of valuable coal mines.
Some of the towns near here are very important, the principal ones being Issaquah, Black Diamond, Newcastle and Roslyn, east of the Cascade mountains. The largest lumber mills in the United states are at Port Blakely, which has an extensive foreign trade. At Port Gamble and Port Ludlow are immense saw milling plants. Near Port ​Orchard is Bremerton, the United States naval station. The City of Ballard has numerous saw mills and is the greatest shingle producing city in the world.
A government canal will connect Puget Sound with Lakes Union and Washington, at Seattle, providing fresh water harbors.
The army post, Fort Lawton, is at Magnolia Bluff.
Seattle has every reason to be proud of her school system. In addition to her public schools is the magnificent university, endowed by the state. The city is blessed with a delightfully even climate, grand scenery, with a fine natural harbor, protected from storms, and the largest vessels afloat can come into its docks at all stages of tide.
On going up and down the streets and seeing the crowds of people, each one attending to his or her line of ​business, with such a rush and stir, trains coming and going in all directions, crowded with passengers from every nation, and laden with freight from its own and central states for shipment to foreign countries, vessels being continuously loaded and unloaded at its numerous docks and wharves, and busily plying back and forth on that immense inland sea, both for the local and the Oriental trans-Pacific trade, with lumber, coal, fruit and fish at its command, backed by its enterprising citizens, one must exclaim that nature has thus evidently marked out the city of exalted destinies.
# Leaves of Knowledge/Chapter 15

BELLINGHAM AND EVERETT
CHAPTER XV.
Bellingham and Everett.
New Whatcom, on Bellingham Bay, with Fairhaven, make practically one city, with their immense shingle and saw-mills in continuous operation. They have since been combined and incorporated as the City of Bellingham.
There are large salmon canneries here, as the fisheries of Puget Sound is an extensive and important industry.
The scenery is gorgeous on Puget Sound, with its many islands and Mt. Baker, having an elevation of 10,827 feet for a background.
Anacortes has important fishing industries. Sedro Woolley has large saw and shingle mills, and as I walked up and down the streets, the town presented to me every evidence of industry. Near here are the coal mines of ​Cokedale. Hamilton is a lumbering town. Mt. Vernon, La Conner and Stanwood are lumbering towns, and the great oat producing section. At Arlington, Darrington and Marysville, I still found lumbering industries.
I found a great improvement at Everett, a few years ago it was a small town; now it is a metropolitan city, with its numerous thriving enterprises. As I stood on the balcony of Hotel Monte Cristo, and gazed over Gardner Bay on Whidby Island, I exclaimed, "Nature cannot show me more grandeur than this," and combined with the hand of man the vessels busily ply back and forth upon its broad expansive waters, over the bay and sound to the Pacific Ocean.
The bay front presents a busy appearance from the saw and shingle mills, where vessels are constantly loading for foreign ports.
​There is a large smelter at the point of land between Gardner Bay and the mouth of the Snohomish river, which treats the ores of the Monte Cristo and Silverton mines, and large quantities of custom ores are shipped here for treatment. I made a visit to the smelter and saw the red liquid ore, as it flowed in the large boiling pots, and was then hauled away to cool; and the bright silvery ore, as it flowed into the bullion molds and was conveyed away to the refinery. After the thorough treatment there it is shipped to the mint.
Everett has the western terminal shops of the Great Northern Railroad Company. At Lowell, a suburb of the city, is a large paper mill, producing the finest bond paper from wood pulp. The cottonwood growing in the surrounding country is brought here in ​cord-wood lengths; then is taken, a stick at a time, and chopped into small chips, being then carried to large vats and soaked in chemicals until it forms a pulp that runs over hot rollers, and running over continuous rollers is compressed and dried, bringing it down to fine paper. All this process is accomplished by the finest and most expensive machinery. The paper is then wrapped and baled ready for shipment.
In front of the city, across Gardner Bay, on Whidby Island, is the town of Coupeville, the shipping point for the products of the Island. From here one has a view of the Olympic mountains in the distance.
East of Everett, up the river, is the town of Snohomish, where are large shingle and saw mills.
I now leave this bright and enterprising town and draw my readers' attention to Seattle.
# Kiss Me, My Honey, Kiss Me

[1st verse:]
My little honey
I must be leaving
Be bright and sunny
Now don't be grieving
Just dry your tears, dear
It's not for years, dear
I'll soon return to you
[Refrain:]
Kiss me, my honey, kiss me
And say you'll miss me as I miss you
Love me, my honey, love me
Like stars above me
Say you'll be true while away ev'ry day
I'll be thinking of you
Dearie, now don't grow weary
Be bright and cheery, my honey do
So dear, before I go dear
Come here and kiss me, (Kiss, Kiss) honey I love you
[2nd verse:]
That same old moon, dear
That shines above us
Will see us soon, dear
As happy lovers
So don't you worry
For I will hurry
Right back and marry you
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# Kissam v. Anderson

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United States Supreme Court
145 U.S. 435
Kissam v. Anderson

## Notes

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