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# Landon in The Literary Gazette 1823/Fragments 2 3

Literary Gazette, 26th April 1823, Page 268-269
A blue Italian sky,—yet scarce more blue
Than the clear lake beneath,—upon whose breast
Are gliding two or three light boats, with sails
Floating and waving gracefully like clouds.
On the one side are corn and green grass fields, And olive, groves and vineyards, and one shrine,—
One ruined shrine,—sacred in other days
To some most radiant nymph or starry queen,
Whose sweet divinity was beauty. Near
Is a lone cavern, with its azure fount
Shaded by roses and a laurel tree,
Beneath whose shade might the young painter lean,
And gaze around until his passionate hues
Caught light and life and loveliness. Steep hills
Are on the other side, upon whose heights
Dark Hannibal once rested. Who could dream
That this calm lake was crimson once with blood?
That these green myrtles waved o'er the death-wounds
Of men in their last agony? Oh, War!
How soon thy red fiends can lay desolate
The holy and the beautiful!
# Landon in The Literary Gazette 1823/Fragments 2 5

Literary Gazette, 26th April 1823, Page 268-269
Do any thing but love; or if thou lovest
And art a Woman, hide thy love from him
Who thou dost worship; never let him know
How dear he is; flit like a bird before him,—
Lead him from tree to tree, from flower to flower;
But be not won, or thou wilt, like that bird,
When caught and caged, be left to pine neglected,
And perish in forgetfulness. L. E. L.
# Landon in The Literary Gazette 1823/Fragments 1 5

Literary Gazette, 19th April 1823, Page 251
Nay, pray thee, let me weep, for tears
 Are Love's most fitting offerings:
I'll weep his smiles, I'll weep his sighs,
 But, more than all, I'll weep his wings.
I'll weep his smiles, for they first taught
 My young heart what his sighs could be;
I'll weep his wings, for they have, borne
 Away the truth You plighted me!L. E. L.
# Landon in The Literary Gazette 1823/Fragments 2 1

Literary Gazette, 26th April 1823, Page 268-269
ORIGINAL POETRY. FRAGMENTS.
Just two or three faint chords.
The lights are fair in my father's hall,  The red wine is bright to see;
But I'll flee like a bird and leave them all,
 My Ocean Love! for thee.
There is gold around my silken robe,
 And white pearls are in my hair:
And they say that gems and the broidered vest
 Are woman's chiefest care;
But dearer to me is one silent smile
 Of thine eagle eye than them all;
And dearer the deck of thy bark to me
 Than my father's lighted hall.
I have no home now but thy arms,
 And they are the world to me;
And be thou but true, I'll never regret
 All, dear love! I have left for thee.
# Landon in The Literary Gazette 1823/Fragments 2 2

Literary Gazette, 26th April 1823, Page 268-269
Love once dwelt in a palmy isle,
 His palace of the green leaves' shade,
A chain of rose upon his wings,  Whose guardian was a dark-eyed Maid.
They lived in sweet companionship:
 Enough for him one smile so bright;
Enough for her to live for him,  To watch his chain, to keep it light.
But once the Nymph lay down to sleep,
 Leaving her fragrant chain undone;
And Love awakened while she slept,
 Shook off his fetters, and was gone.
The morning came, the Nymph arose,
 And looked on her deserted chain;
Vain were her tears, and vain her prayer,
 For never Love returned again!
# Landon in The Literary Gazette 1823/Fragments 1 2

Literary Gazette, 19th April 1823, Page 251
----It is the last survivor of a race
Strong in their forest-pride when I was young.
I can remember, when for miles around,
In place of these smooth meadows and corn-fields,
There stood ten thousand tall and stately trees,
Such as had braved the winds of March, the bolt
Sent by the summer lightning, and the snow
Heaping for weeks their boughs. Even in the depth
Of hot July the glades were cool; the grass,
Yellow and parched elsewhere, grew long and fresh,
Shading wild strawberries and violets,
Or the lark's nest; and overhead, the dove
Had her lone dwelling, paying for her home
With melancholy songs; and scarce a beech
Was there without a honeysuckle linked
Around, with its red tendrils and pink flowers;
Or girdled by a brier rose, whose buds
Yield fragrant harvest for the honey-bee.
There dwelt the last red deer, those antler'd kings.---- But this is as a dream,—the plough has pass'd
Where the stag bounded, and the day has looked
On the green twilight of the forest-trees.
This Oak has no companion!----
* ↑ Signature after later poem
* ↑ This poem appears in The improvisatrice and Other Poems (1824) as 'The Oak'
# Landon in The Literary Gazette 1823/Fragments 1 3

Literary Gazette, 19th April 1823, Page 251
I should have prized thy heart, if none
 Had ever had that heart but me,—
If I had been the only one,
 The first, the last beloved by thee!
Thy hope, thy memory,—the all
Thy wish could pant for or recall!
But mine! mine is a second claim,
 Not incense from your earliest sighs;
How can I love or trust the flame
 First lighted at another's eyes?
The relics of another's shrine
Are worthless offerings at mine!
Can any love be like first love?
 Sweets to the withered rose impart?
Light to yon setting star above?
 Then tell me I have all your heart; Till then, farewell,—I may not bear
Not to possess, but only share.
# Landon in The Literary Gazette 1823/Fragments 1 1

Literary Gazette, 19th April 1823, Page 251
ORIGINAL POETRY.
FRAGMENTS.
I looked upon the twilight Star,
 And young blue eyes shone by my side,
And, with a lover's fondness, wished
 It were a home for my sweet Bride!
Were my words sin, that I should have
 To weep upon my fatal prayer?
My seat is by Ianthe's grave—
 That twilight Star is shining there!
# Landon in The Literary Gazette 1823/Fragments 2 4

Literary Gazette, 26th April 1823, Page 268-269
Then fare thee well, love, for a little while!
 Take this rose, I have kissed it for thee;
Now I will not give thee one single smile,
 If 'tis withered when brought back to me.
The noon a now rising pale, pale in the east,
 Like a circle of silver dew;
And as she has looked on our parting kiss,
 She must look on our meeting one too.
Wilt thou not, dearest, be back to mine arms
 Ere her zenith shines yellow above?
Think thee that then I am watching her course,
 And that moments are ages in love.
# Leaves of Grass (1882)/Children of Adam

* To The Garden the World
* From Pent-up Aching Rivers
* I Sing the Body Electric
* A Woman Waits for Me
* Spontaneous Me
* One Hour to Madness and Joy
* Out of the Rolling Ocean the Crowd
* Ages and Ages Returning at Intervals
* We Two, How Long We were Fool'd
* Hymen! O Hymenee!
* I am He that Aches with Love
* Native Moments
* Once I Pass'd through a Populous City
* I Heard You Solemn-Sweet Pipes of the Organ
* Facing West from California's Shores
* As Adam Early in the Morning
# Leaves of Grass (1882)/Children of Adam/I Heard You Solemn-Sweet Pipes of the Organ

I HEARD YOU SOLEMN-SWEET PIPES OF THE ORGAN.
I heard you solemn-sweet pipes of the organ as last Sunday morn I pass'd the church, Winds of autumn, as I walk'd the woods at dusk I heard your long-stretch'd sighs up above so mournful, I heard the perfect Italian tenor singing at the opera, I heard the soprano in the midst of the quartet singing; Heart of my love! you too I heard murmuring low through one of the wrists around my head, Heard the pulse of you when all was still ringing little bells last night under my ear.
# Leaves of Grass (1882)/Children of Adam/I am He that Aches with Love

I AM HE THAT ACHES WITH LOVE.
I am he that aches with amorous love; Does the earth gravitate? does not all matter, aching, attract all matter? So the body of me to all I meet or know.
# Leaves of Grass (1882)/Children of Adam/Native Moments

NATIVE MOMENTS.
Native moments—when you come upon me—ah you are here now, Give me now libidinous joys only, Give me the drench of my passions, give me life coarse and rank, To-day I go consort with Nature's darlings, to-night too, I am for those who believe in loose delights, I share the midnight orgies of young men, I dance with the dancers and drink with the drinkers, The echoes ring with our indecent calls, I pick out some low person for my dearest friend, He shall be lawless, rude, illiterate, he shall be one condemned by others for deeds done, I will play a part no longer, why should I exile myself from my companions? O you shunn'd persons, I at least do not shun you, I come forthwith in your midst, I will be your poet, I will be more to you than to any of the rest.
# Leaves of Grass (1882)/Children of Adam/Ages and Ages Returning at Intervals

AGES AND AGES RETURNING AT INTERVALS.
Ages and ages returning at intervals, Undestroy'd, wandering immortal, Lusty, phallic, with the potent original loins, perfectly sweet, I, chanter of Adamic songs, Through the new garden the West, the great cities calling, Deliriate, thus prelude what is generated, offering these, offering myself, Bathing myself, bathing my songs in Sex, Offspring of my loins.
# Leaves of Grass (1882)/Children of Adam/Facing West from California's Shores

FACING WEST FROM CALIFORNIA'S SHORES.
Facing west from California's shores, Inquiring, tireless, seeking what is yet unfound, I, a child, very old, over waves, towards the house of maternity, the land of migrations, look afar, Look off the shores of my Western sea, the circle almost circled; For starting westward from Hindustan, from the vales of Kashmere, From Asia, from the north, from the God, the sage, and the hero, From the south, from the flowery peninsulas and the spice islands, Long having wander'd since, round the earth having wander'd, Now I face home again, very pleas'd and joyous, (But where is what I started for so long ago? And why is it yet unfound?)
# Leaves of Grass (1882)/Children of Adam/A Woman Waits for Me

A WOMAN WAITS FOR ME.
A woman waits for me, she contains all, nothing is lacking, Yet all were lacking if sex were lacking, or if the moisture of the right man were lacking.
Sex contains all, bodies, souls, Meanings, proofs, purities, delicacies, results, promulgations, Songs, commands, health, pride, the maternal mystery, the seminal milk, All hopes, benefactions, bestowals, all the passions, loves, beauties, delights of the earth, All the governments, judges, gods, followed persons of the earth, These are contain'd in sex as parts of itself and justifications of itself.
Without shame the man I like knows and avows the deliciousness of his sex, Without shame the woman I like knows and avows hers.
Now I will dismiss myself from impassive women, I will go stay with her who waits for me, and with those women that are warm-blooded and sufficient for me, I see that they understand me and do not deny me, I see that they are worthy of me, I will be the robust husband of those women.
They are not one jot less than I am, They are tann'd in the face by shining suns and blowing winds, Their flesh has the old divine suppleness and strength, They know how to swim, row, ride, wrestle, shoot, run, strike, retreat, advance, resist, defend themselves, They are ultimate in their own right—they are calm, clear, well-possess'd of themselves.
​I draw you close to me, you women, I cannot let you go, I would do you good, I am for you, and you are for me, not only for our own sake, but for others' sakes, Envelop'd in you sleep greater heroes and bards, They refuse to awake at the touch of any man but me.
It is I, you women, I make my way, I am stern, acrid, large, undissuadable, but I love you, I do not hurt you any more than is necessary for you, I pour the stuff to start sons and daughters fit for these States, I press with slow rude muscle, I brace myself effectually, I listen to no entreaties, I dare not withdraw till I deposit what has so long accumulated within me.
Through you I drain the pent-up rivers of myself, In you I wrap a thousand onward years, On you I graft the grafts of the best-beloved of me and America, The drops I distil upon you shall grow fierce and athletic girls, new artists, musicians, and singers, The babes I beget upon you are to beget babes in their turn, I shall demand perfect men and women out of my love-spendings, I shall expect them to interpenetrate with others, as I and you interpenetrate now, I shall count on the fruits of the gushing showers of them, as I count on the fruits of the gushing showers I give now,
# Leaves of Grass (1882)/Children of Adam/As Adam Early in the Morning

AS ADAM EARLY IN THE MORNING.
As Adam early in the morning, Walking forth from the bower refresh'd with sleep, Behold me where I pass, hear my voice, approach, Touch me, touch the palm of your hand to my body as I pass, Be not afraid of my body.
# Lawless v. Jubelirer

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Lawless v. Jubelirer, 571 Pa. 79 (1983), was a Pennsylvania Supreme Court case affirming the Commonwealth Court's ruling that the Pennsylvania Constitution allowed Senate President Pro Tempore Robert Jubelrier to serve simultaneously as a senator and as Lieutenant Governor.
* Court Documents
* Per Curiam Decision
* Dissenting Opinion Zappala
SUPREME COURT OF PENNSYLVANIA
571 Pa. 79
Lawless v. Jubelirer
Appeal from the Order of Commonwealth Court dismissing the Petition for Review.
Decided: September, 25, 2002
PER CURIAM.
AND NOW, this 25th day of September, 2002, the Order of the Commonwealth Court is hereby AFFIRMED. It is further ordered that the Application for Expedited Consideration is hereby DENIED.
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# Lawlor v. Loewe

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United States Supreme Court
235 U.S. 522
Lawlor v. Loewe
Argued: December 10 and 11, 1914. --- Decided: January 5, 1915
Messrs. Alton B. Parker and Frank L. Mulholland for plaintiffs in error.
[Argument of Counsel from pages 523-528 intentionally omitted]
Messrs. Daniel Davenport and Walter Gordon Merritt for defendants in error.
[Argument of Counsel from pages 528-533 intentionally omitted]
Mr. Justice Holmes delivered the opinion of the court:

## Notes

This work is in the public domain in the United States because it is a work of the United States federal government (see 17 U.S.C. 105).
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# Jack Sprat

"Jack Sprat" (or "Jack Spratt") is an English language nursery rhyme. It has a Roud Folk Song Index number of 19479.
* "J" in The Alphabet of Old Friends by Walter Crane (1874)
* "Jack Sprat" in A Book of Nursery Songs and Rhymes by Sabine Baring-Gould (1895)
* "Jack Sprat could eat no fat" in The Nursery Rhymes of Mother Goose by Arthur Rackham (St. Nicholas, 1914)
* "Jack Sprat" in The Real Mother Goose by Blanche Fisher Wright (1916)
* "Jack Spratt" in The Child's Own Music Book by Albert Ernest Wier (1918)

### See also

* "Jack Sprat," in The New International Encyclopædia, New York: Dodd, Mead and Co. (1905)
# Jack a Nory

This rhyme was first recorded in the publication The Top Book of All, for little Masters and Misses, which appeared about 1760. Warning: template has been deprecated.
* "I'll tell you a story" in A Book of Nursery Songs and Rhymes (1895)
* "I'll tell you a story" in A Book of Nursery Rhymes (1901)
# Jack and Jill

* Search for titles containing or beginning with: "Jack and Jill."
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This is a disambiguation page. It lists works that share the same title. If an article link referred you here, please consider editing it to point directly to the intended page.
* Jack and Jill, traditional nursery rhyme
* Jack and Jill, by Louisa May Alcott
* Jack and Jill, by Robert Herrick
# Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) in Fisher's Drawing Room Scrap Book, 1836/The Astrologer

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* THE ASTROLOGER.
* Artist: George Clint - Engraved by: S Davenport
THE ASTROLOGER.
Alas! for our ancient believings,
 We have nothing now left to believe;
The oracle, augur, and omen
 No longer dismay and deceive.
All hush’d are the oaks of Dodona;  No more on the winds of the north, As it sways to and fro the huge branches,  The voice of the future comes forth.
No more o’er the flow'r-wreathed victim
 The priest at the red altar bends:
No more on the flight of the vulture
 The dark hour of vict'ry depends.
The stars have forgotten their science,
 Or we have forgotten its lore;
In the rulers, the bright ones of midnight,
 We question of fortune no more.
O folly! to deem that far planets
 Recorded the hour of our birth;
Too glorious they are, and too lovely,
 For the wo and the weakness of earth.
Now the science of fate is grown lowly,
 We question of gipsies and cards;
’Tis a question how much of the actual
 The fate of the vot'ry rewards.
’Tis the same in all ages; the future
 Still seems to the spirit its home;
We are weary and worn with the present.
 But happiness still is to come.
# Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) in Fisher's Drawing Room Scrap Book, 1836/The Coleraine Salmon Leap

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* THE COLERAINE SALMON LEAP, COUNTY LONDONDERRY.
* Artist: Thos. M. Baynes - Engraved by: S. Lacey
THE COLERAINE SALMON LEAP.
"So numerous are the fish frequenting this river, that the average amount is estimated at £1,000 per annum; and on one, occasion 1,500 salmon were taken at a single drag of the net."—I, however, have only celebrated the exploits of a single fisher.
I remember a curious exploit of a gentleman, who went out in the morning to shoot, and shot a salmon; in the afternoon to fish, and caught a hare. The fact was, there had been a flood, which had dashed a salmon on the banks, where a gun was the readiest means of despatching it. The same flood had swept away a hare, and the line furnished the means of its capture.
I was dreaming that I went
Through the ocean element,
Like a conqueror on my way,
Shark and sword-fish were the prey;
With a spear I smote the waves
Down amid the coral caves.
I have wakened,—let me go
Where the mountain torrents flow.
 I will realize my dream
In the dashing of the stream;
Pouring mid the summer woods
All the gathered winter floods;
When the ice and when the snow
Melt into a sunny flow:
Mid the bright waves leaping forth
Comes the salmon from the north.
 Let the meaner angler seek,
In the willow-hidden creek,
For the trout whose spotted side
Crimsons like a star the tide;
Let him mid dark waters search
For the carp and for the perch;
While the silver graylings shiver
Like bright arrows in a quiver.
 Mine a nobler prey shall be,
Guest from yonder sounding sea,
Comes the salmon proud and strong,
Darting like a ray along.
For his lure, the artful fly
Does the peacock’s plume supply;
Royal bird, whose radiant wing
Suiteth with the river king.
 See, he bears the line away,
Round him flies the snowy spray.
I have given him length and line,
One last struggle, he is mine.
Fling the green arbutus bough
On the glowing ashes now;
Let the cup with red wine foam,—
I have brought the salmon home.
# Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) in Fisher's Drawing Room Scrap Book, 1836/The Hindoo Girl's Song

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THE HINDOO GIRL’S SONG.
This song alludes to a well-known superstition among the young Hindoo girls. They make a little boat out of a cocoa-nut shell, place a small lamp and flowers within this tiny ark of the heart, and launch it upon the Ganges. If it float out of sight with its lamp still burning, the omen is prosperous; if it sinks, the love of which it questions, is ill-fated.
Float on—float on—my haunted bark,  Above the midnight tide; Bear softly o’er the waters dark  The hopes that with thee glide.
Float on—float on—thy freight is flowers,  And every flower reveals The dreaming of my lonely hours,  The hope my spirit feels.
Float on—float on—thy shining lamp,  The light of love, is there; If lost beneath the waters damp,  That love must then despair.
Float on—beneath the moonlight float  The sacred billows o’er: Ah, some kind spirit guards my boat,  For it has gained the shore.
# Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) in Fisher's Drawing Room Scrap Book, 1836/Sir Thomas Hardy

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* Artist: Richard Evans - Engraved by: H. Robinson
SIR THOMAS HARDY,
GOVERNOR OF GREENWICH HOSPITAL.
Silence is now upon the seas,  The silent seas of yore;
The thunder of the cannonade  Awakes the wave no more.
The battle-flag droops o’er the mast,  There quiet let it sleep;
For it hath won in wilder hours
 Its empire o’er the deep.
Now let it wave above their home,  Of those who fought afar;
The victors of the Baltic sea,  The brave of Trafalgar.
Upon a terrace by the Thames,  I saw the Admiral stand;
He who received the latest clasp*
 Of Nelson’s dying hand.
Age, toil, and care had somewhat bowed
 His bearing proud and high;
But yet resolve was on his lip,
 And fire was in his eye.
I felt no wonder England holds  Dominion o’er the seas;
Still the red cross will face the world,
 While she hath men like these.
And gathered there beneath the sun
 Were loitering veterans old;
As if of former victories
 And former days they told.
No prouder trophy hath our isle,
 Though proud her trophies be,
Than that old palace where are housed
 The veterans of the sea.
Her other domes—her wealth, her pride,  Her science may declare;
But Greenwich hath the noblest claim,  Her gratitude is there.
* His favourite captain:—Nelson died in Sir Thomas Hardy’s arms. Too long for extract here, the account of that battle and death is at once the most exciting and yet touching record I know in English history.