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# Leaves of Grass (1882)/Autumn Rivulets/Outlines for a Tomb

OUTLINES FOR A TOMB.
(G. P., Buried 1870.)
1
What may we chant, O thou within this tomb? What tablets, outlines, hang for thee, O millionnaire? The life thou lived'st we know not, But that thou walk'dst thy years in barter, 'mid the haunts of brokers, Nor heroism thine, nor war, nor glory.
2
Silent, my soul, With drooping lids, as waiting, ponder'd, Turning from all the samples, monuments of heroes.
​While through the interior vistas, Noiseless uprose, phantasmic, (as by night Auroras of the north,) Lambent tableaus, prophetic, bodiless scenes, Spiritual projections.
In one, among the city streets a laborer's home appear'd, After his day's work done, cleanly, sweet-air'd, the gaslight burning, The carpet swept and a fire in the cheerful stove.
In one, the sacred parturition scene, A happy painless mother birth'd a perfect child.
In one, at a bounteous morning meal, Sat peaceful parents with contented sons.
In one, by twos and threes, young people, Hundreds concentring, walk'd the paths and streets and roads, Toward a tall-domed school.
In one a trio beautiful, Grandmother, loving daughter, loving daughter's daughter, sat, Chatting and sewing.
In one, along a suite of noble rooms, 'Mid plenteous books and journals, paintings on the walls, fine statuettes, Were groups of friendly journeymen, mechanics young and old, Reading, conversing.
All, all the shows of laboring life, City and country, women's, men's and children's, Their wants provided for, hued in the sun and tinged for once with joy, Marriage, the street, the factory, farm, the house-room, lodging-room, Labor and toil, the bath, gymnasium, playground, library, college, The student, boy or girl, led forward to be taught, The sick cared for, the shoeless shod, the orphan father'd and mother'd, The hungry fed, the houseless housed; (The intentions perfect and divine, The workings, details, haply human.)
3
O thou within this tomb, From thee such scenes, thou stintless, lavish giver, ​Tallying the gifts of earth, large as the earth, Thy name an earth, with mountains, fields and tides.
Nor by your streams alone, you rivers, By you, your banks Connecticut, By you and all your teeming life old Thames, By you Potomac laving the ground Washington trod, by you Patapsco, You Hudson, you endless Mississippi—nor you alone, But to the high seas launch, my thought, his memory.
# Leaves of Grass (1882)/Autumn Rivulets/Sparkles From the Wheel

SPARKLES FROM THE WHEEL.
Where the city's ceaseless crowd moves on the livelong day, Withdrawn I join a group of children watching, I pause aside with them.
By the curb toward the edge of the flagging, A knife-grinder works at his wheel sharpening a great knife, Bending over he carefully holds it to the stone, by foot and knee, With measured tread he turns rapidly, as he presses with light but firm hand, ​Forth issue then in copious golden jets, Sparkles from the wheel.
The scene and all its belongings, how they seize and affect me, The sad sharp-chinn'd old man with worn clothes and broad shoulder-band of leather, Myself effusing and fluid, a phantom curiously floating, now here absorb'd and arrested, The group, (an unminded point set in a vast surrounding,) The attentive, quiet children, the loud, proud, restive base of the streets, The low hoarse purr of the whirhng stone, the light-press'd blade, Diffusing, dropping, sideways-darting, in tiny showers of gold, Sparkles from the wheel.
# Leaves of Grass (1882)/Autumn Rivulets/Old Ireland

OLD IRELAND.
Far hence amid an isle of wondrous beauty, Crouching over a grave an ancient sorrowful mother, Once a queen, now lean and tatter'd seated on the ground, Her old white hair drooping dishevel'd round her shoulders, At her feet fallen an unused royal harp, Long silent, she too long silent, mourning her shrouded hope and heir, Of all the earth her heart most full of sorrow because most full of love.
Yet a word ancient mother, You need crouch there no longer on the cold ground with forehead between your knees, O you need not sit there veil'd in your old white hair so dishevel'd, For know you the one you mourn is not in that grave, It was an illusion, the son you love was not really dead, The Lord is not dead, he is risen again young and strong in another country, Even while you wept there by your fallen harp by the grave, What you wept for was translated, pass'd from the grave, The winds favor'd and the sea sail'd it, And now with rosy and new blood, Moves to-day in a new country.
# Leaves of Grass (1882)/Autumn Rivulets/Out from Behind This Mask

OUT FROM BEHIND THIS MASK.
(To Confront a Portrait.)
1
Out from behind this bending rough-cut mask, These lights and shades, this drama of the whole, This common curtain of the face contain'd in me for me, in you for you, in each for each, (Tragedies, sorrows, laughter, tears—O heaven! The passionate teeming plays this curtain hid!) This glaze of God's serenest purest sky, This film of Satan's seething pit, This heart's geography's map, this limitless small continent, this soundless sea; Out from the convolutions of this globe, This subtler astronomic orb than sun or moon, than Jupiter, Venus, Mars, This condensation of the universe, (nay here the only universe, Here the idea, all in this mystic handful wrapt;) These burin'd eyes, flashing to you to pass to future time, To launch and spin through space revolving sideling, from these to emanate, To you whoe'er you are—a look.
2
A traveler of thoughts and years, of peace and war, Of youth long sped and middle age declining, (As the first volume of a tale perused and laid away, and this the second, Songs, ventures, speculations, presently to close,) Lingering a moment here and now, to you I opposite turn, ​As on the road or at some crevice door by chance, or open'd window, Pausing, inclining, baring my head, you specially I greet, To draw and clinch your soul for once inseparably with mine, Then travel travel on.
# Leaves of Grass (1882)/Autumn Rivulets/The City Dead-House

THE CITY DEAD-HOUSE.
By the city dead-house by the gate, As idly sauntering wending my way from the clangor, I curious pause, for lo, an outcast form, a poor dead prostitute brought, ​Her corpse they deposit unclaim'd, it lies on the damp brick pavement, The divine woman, her body, I see the body, I look on it alone, That house once full of passion and beauty, all else I notice not, Nor stillness so cold, nor running water from faucet, nor odors morbific impress me, But the house alone—that wondrous house—that delicate fair house—that ruin! That immortal house more than all the rows of dwellings ever built!
Or white-domed capitol with majestic figure surmounted, or all the old high-spired cathedrals, That little house alone more than them all—poor, desperate house!
Fair, fearful wreck—tenement of a soul—itself a soul, Unclaim'd, avoided house—take one breath from my tremulous lips, Take one tear dropt aside as I go for thought of you, Dead house of love—house of madness and sin, crumbled, crush'd, House of life, erewhile talking and laughing—but ah, poor house, dead even then, Months, years, an echoing, garnish'd house—but dead, dead, dead.
# Leaves of Grass (1882)/Autumn Rivulets/O Star of France (1870–71)

O STAR OF FRANCE.
1870–71.
O Star of France, The brightness of thy hope and strength and fame, Like some proud ship that led the fleet so long, Beseems to-day a wreck driven by the gale, a mastless hulk, And 'mid its teeming madden'd half-drown'd crowds, Nor helm nor helmsman.
Dim smitten star, Orb not of France alone, pale symbol of my soul, its dearest hopes, The struggle and the daring, rage divine for liberty, Of aspirations toward the far ideal, enthusiast's dreams of brotherhood, Of terror to the tyrant and the priest.
Star crucified—by traitors sold, Star panting o'er a land of death, heroic land, Strange, passionate, mocking, frivolous land.
Miserable! yet for thy errors, vanities, sins, I will not now rebuke thee, Thy unexampled woes and pangs have quell'd them all, And left thee sacred.
In that amid thy many faults thou ever aimedst highly, In that thou wouldst not really sell thyself however great the price, In that thou surely wakedst weeping from thy drugg'd sleep, In that alone among thy sisters thou, giantess, didst rend the ones that shamed thee, In that thou couldst not, wouldst not, wear the usual chains, This cross, thy livid face, thy pierced hands and feet, The spear thrust in thy side.
O star! O ship of France, beat back and baffled long! Bear up O smitten orb! O ship continue on!
Sure as the ship of all, the Earth itself, Product of deathly fire and turbulent chaos, Forth from its spasms of fury and its poisons, Issuing at last in perfect power and beauty, Onward beneath the sun following its course, So thee ship of France!
​Finished the days, the clouds dispel'd, The travail o'er, the long-sought extrication, When lo! reborn, high o'er the European world, (In gladness answering thence, as face afar to face, reflecting ours Columbia,) Again thy star O France, fair lustrous star, In heavenly peace, clearer, more bright than ever, Shall beam immortal.
# Leaves of Grass (1882)/Autumn Rivulets/Others may Praise What They Like

OTHERS MAY PRAISE WHAT THEY LIKE.
Others may praise what they like; But I, from the banks of the running Missouri, praise nothing in art or aught else, Till it has well inhaled the atmosphere of this river, also the western prairie-scent, And exudes it all again.
# Leaves of Grass (1882)/Autumn Rivulets/Tests

TESTS.
All submit to them where they sit, inner, secure, unapproachable to analysis in the soul, Not traditions, not the outer authorities are the judges, They are the judges of outer authorities and of all traditions, They corroborate as they go only whatever corroborates themselves, and touches themselves; For all that, they have it forever in themselves to corroborate far and near without one exception.
# Lessee of Smith v. Trabue's Heirs/Opinion of the Court

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United States Supreme Court
34 U.S. 4
Lessee of Smith v. Trabue's Heirs
This is a writ of error to a judgment of restitution awarded by the court of the United States for the seventh circuit and district of Kentucky, whereby the tenant of the defendants in error was restored to the possession of a tract of land from which he had been improperly removed, under the process of that court.
The defendants in error filed their petition in the circuit court, stating that a declaration of ejectment had been brought by John Doe, on the demise of Samuel Smith, and notice served on Hiram and William Bryant, the tenants of the petitioners; and a judgment was rendered against them in May term 1818, on which no writ of habere facias possessionem has been issued.
In November term 1818, a judgment was rendered against other tenants, by virtue of which the marshal turned John Evans out of possession; who, as tenant of the petitioners, resided on the place which had been occupied by the Bryants.
A rule to show cause was granted, and on its return restitution was awarded. To this judgment of restitution, this writ of error is awarded.
The judicial act authorizes this court to issue writs of error to bring up any final judgment or decree in a civil action or suit in equity, depending in the circuit court, &c.
This is not a final judgment in a civil action, nor a decree in a court of equity. It is no more than the action of a court on its own process, which is submitted to its own discretion. This court takes no jurisdiction in such a case. It is not, we think, given by the judicial act.
The writ of error is quashed and the suit dismissed, the court having no jurisdiction.
In error to the circuit court of the United States for the district of Kentucky.
This cause came on to be heard on the transcript of the record from the circuit court of the United States for the district of Kentucky, and was argued by counsel; on consideration whereof, it is the opinion of this court, that this is not a final judgment in a civil action, nor a decree in a court of equity, but no more than the action of a court on its own process, which is submitted to its own discretion, and that the court cannot take jurisdiction in such a case, it not being given by the judicial act; and that the writ of error must be quashed and the suit dismissed, the court having no jurisdiction. Whereupon, it is considered, ordered and adjudged by this court, that this writ of error be, and the same is hereby dismissed for the want of jurisdiction.

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# Irish Melodies/Come, send round the wine, and leave points of belief

COME SEND ROUND THE WINE.
I.
Come, send round the wine, and leave points of belief
To simpleton sages, and reasoning fools;
This moment's a flower too fair and brief,
To be wither'd and stain'd by the dust of the schools.
Your glass may be purple, and mine may be blue,
But, while they are filled from the same bright bowl,
The fool, who would quarrel for difference of hue,
Deserves not the comfort they shed o'er the soul.
II.
Shall I ask the brave soldier, who fights by my side
In the cause of mankind, if our creeds agree?
Shall I give up the friend I have valued and tried,
If he kneel not before the same altar with me?
From the heretic girl of my soul shall I fly,
To seek somewhere else a more orthodox kiss?
No! perish the hearts, and the laws that try
Truth, valour or love by a standard like this!
# Irish Jurist

The Irish Jurist is a periodical, published from 1848 to 1867.
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# Irish Law Recorder

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# Irish Melodies

Moore published ten volumes of A Selection of Irish Melodies between 1808 and 1834, with music arranged by John Stevenson. This publication contains the lyrics of the first eight volumes which had already been published by 1821.
IRISH MELODIES.
IRISH MELODIES,
BY
THOMAS MOORE, ESQ.
WITH AN APPENDIX, CONTAINING THE ORIGINAL ADVERTISEMENTS, AND THE PREFATORY LETTER ON MUSIC.
LONDON:
PRINTED FOR J. POWER, 34, STRAND,
AND LONGMAN, HURST, REES, ORME, AND BROWN, PATERNOSTER-ROW.
MDCCCXXI.
The Engravings from the designs of W. H. Brooke.
LONDON:
PRINTED BY WILLIAM CLOWES,
Northumberland-Court.
DEDICATION.
TO THE MARCHIONESS DOWAGER OF DONEGAL.
It is now many years since, in a Letter prefixed to the Third Number of the Irish Melodies, I had the pleasure of inscribing the Poems of that work to your Ladyship, as to a person whose character reflected honour on the country to which they relate, and whose friendship had long been the pride and happiness of their author. With the same feelings of affection and respect, confirmed if not increased by the experience of every successive year, I now place those Poems, in their present new form, under your protection, and am,
with perfect sincerity, your
Ladyship's ever attached friend,
THOMAS MOORE.
Paris, June 10, 1821.
PREFACE.
Though an edition of the Poetry of the Irish Melodies, separate from the Music, has long been called for, yet having, for many reasons, a strong objection to this sort of divorce, I should with difficulty have consented to a disunion of the words from the airs, had it depended solely upon me to keep them quietly and indissolubly together. But, besides the various shapes in which these, as well as my other lyrical writings, have been published throughout America, they are included, of course, in the two editions of all my works printed at Paris, and have lately appeared, in a volume full of typographical errors, in Dublin. I have, therefore, readily acceded to the wish of the Proprietor of the Irish Melodies for a revised and complete ​edition of the Poetry of the Eight Numbers, though well aware that it is impossible for these verses to be detached from the beautiful airs to which they were associated, without losing even more than the "animæ dimidium" in the process.
The advertisements, which were prefixed to the different numbers, the Prefatory Letter upon Music, &c., will be found in an Appendix at the end of the Volume.
CONTENTS.
FIRST NUMBER.
SECOND NUMBER.
THIRD NUMBER.
FOURTH NUMBER.
FIFTH NUMBER.
SIXTH NUMBER.
SEVENTH NUMBER.
EIGHTH NUMBER.
APPENDIX.
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# Irish Melodies/As a beam o'er the face of the waters may glow

AS A BEAM O'ER THE FACE OF THE WATERS MAY GLOW.
I.
As a beam o'er the face of the waters may glow,
While the tide runs in darkness and coldness below,
So the cheek may be ting'd with a warm sunny smile,
Though the cold heart to ruin runs darkly the while.
II.
One fatal remembrance, one sorrow that throws
Its bleak shade alike o'er our joys and our woes,
To which life nothing darker or brighter can bring,
For which joy has no balm and affliction no sting!—
III.
Oh! this thought in the midst of enjoyment will stay,
Like a dead, leafless branch in the summer's bright ray;
The beams of the warm sun play round it in vain,
It may smile in his light, but it blooms not again!
# Irish Melodies/Believe me, if all those endearing young charms

BELIEVE ME, IF ALL THOSE ENDEARING YOUNG CHARMS.
I.
Believe me, if all those endearing young charms,
Which I gaze on so fondly to-day,
Were to change by to-morrow, and fleet in my arms,
Like fairy-gifts, fading away!
Thou wouldst still be ador'd, as this moment thou art,
Let thy loveliness fade as it will,
And, around the dear ruin, each wish of my heart
Would entwine itself verdantly still!
II.
It is riot, while beauty and youth are thine own,
And thy cheeks unprofan'd by a tear,
That the fervour and faith of a soul can be known,
To which time will but make thee more dear!
Oh! the heart that has truly lov'd, never forgets,
But as truly loves on to the close,
As the sun-flower turns on her god, when he sets,
The same look which she turn'd when he rose!
# Irish Love-Song

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In 1894, these words were put to the tune "Londonderry Air"
Would God I were the tender apple blossom That floats and falls from off the twisted bough To lie and faint within your silken bosom Within your silken bosom as that does now.
Or would I were a little burnish'd apple For you to pluck me, gliding by so cold While sun and shade your robe of lawn will dapple Your robe of lawn, and your hair's spun gold.
Yea, would to God I were among the roses That lean to kiss you as you float between While on the lowest branch a bud uncloses A bud uncloses, to touch you, queen.
Nay, since you will not love, would I were growing A happy daisy, in the garden path That so your silver foot might press me going Might press me going even unto death.
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# Irish Lullaby

Published on Irish Songs and Ballads, page 238.
I'd rock my own sweet childie to rest  in a cradle of gold on a bough of de willow, to the shoheen ho of the wind of the west  and the lulla lo of the soft sea billow.
 Sleep, baby dear.  Sleep, without fear.  Mother is here beside your pillow.    Sleep, baby dear.  Sleep, without fear.  Mother is here beside your pillow.
I'd put my own sweet childie to sleep  in a silver boat on the beautiful river, where a shoheen ho whisper the white cascades,  and a lulla lo the green flags shiver.
 Sleep, baby dear.  Sleep, without fear.  Mother is here with you for ever.
 Sleep, baby dear.  Sleep, without fear.  Mother is here with you for ever.
# Justice Denied In Massachusetts

Justice Denied In Massachusetts
Let us abandon then our gardens and go home And sit in the sitting-room Shall the larkspur blossom or the corn grow under this cloud? Sour to the fruitful seed Is the cold earth under this cloud, Fostering quack and weed, we have marched upon but cannot conquer; We have bent the blades of our hoes against the stalks of them.
Let us go home, and sit in the sitting room. Not in our day Shall the cloud go over and the sun rise as before, Beneficent upon us Out of the glittering bay, And the warm winds be blown inward from the sea Moving the blades of corn With a peaceful sound.
Forlorn, forlorn, Stands the blue hay-rack by the empty mow. And the petals drop to the ground, Leaving the tree unfruited. The sun that warmed our stooping backs and withered the weed uprooted— We shall not feel it again. We shall die in darkness, and be buried in the rain.
What from the splendid dead We have inherited — Furrows sweet to the grain, and the weed subdued — See now the slug and the mildew plunder. Evil does overwhelm The larkspur and the corn; We have seen them go under.
Let us sit here, sit still, Here in the sitting-room until we die; At the step of Death on the walk, rise and go; Leaving to our children's children the beautiful doorway, And this elm, And a blighted earth to till With a broken hoe.
# Justice in War Time

Chicago, London: The Open Court Pub. Co..
CONTENTS
The Entente Policy, 1904-1915. A Reply to Professor Gilbert Murray.
Appendix.
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