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# Poems (Emerson, 1847)/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. Things 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 'tis 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, 1847)/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, Coeval 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, 1847)/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, 1847)/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, Vampy re-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! God! I will not be an owl, But sun me in the Capitol.
# Poems (Emerson, 1847)/Ode

ODE,
INSCRIBED TO W. H. CHANNING.
Though loath to grieve The evil time's sole patriot, I cannot leave My honied thought For the priest's cant, Or statesman's rant.
If I refuse My study for their politique, Which at the best is trick, The angry Muse Puts confusion in my brain.
But who is he that prates Of the culture of mankind, ​Of better arts and life? Go, blindworm, go, Behold the famous States Harrying Mexico With rifle and with knife!
Or who, with accent bolder, Dare praise the freedom-loving mountaineer? I found by thee, O rushing Contoocook! And in thy valleys, Agiochook! The jackals of the negro-holder.
The God who made New Hampshire Taunted the lofty land With little men;— Small bat and wren House in the oak:— If earth-fire cleave The upheaved land, and bury the folk, The southern crocodile would grieve. ​Virtue palters; Right is hence; Freedom praised, but hid; Funeral eloquence Rattles the coffin-lid.
What boots thy zeal, O glowing friend, That would indignant rend The northland from the south? Wherefore? to what good end? Boston Bay and Bunker Hill Would serve things still;— Things are of the snake.
The horseman serves the horse, The neatherd serves the neat, The merchant serves the purse, The eater serves his meat; 'Tis the day of the chattel, Web to weave, and corn to grind; Things are in the saddle, And ride mankind.
​There are two laws discrete, Not reconciled,— Law for man, and law for thing; The last builds town and fleet, But it runs wild, And doth the man unking.
'Tis fit the forest fall, The steep be graded, The mountain tunnelled, The sand shaded, The orchard planted, The glebe tilled, The prairie granted, The steamer built.
Let man serve law for man; Live for friendship, live for love, For truth's and harmony's behoof; The state may follow how it can, As Olympus follows Jove.
​Yet do not I invite The wrinkled shopman to my sounding woods, Nor bid the unwilling senator Ask votes of thrushes in the solitudes. Every one to his chosen work;— Foolish hands may mix and mar; Wise and sure the issues are. Round they roll till dark is light, Sex to sex, and even to odd;— The over-god Who marries Right to Might, Who peoples, unpeoples,— He who exterminates Races by stronger races, Black by white faces,— Knows to bring honey Out of the lion; Grafts gentlest scion On pirate and Turk.
The Cossack eats Poland, Like stolen fruit: ​Her last noble is ruined, Her last poet mute: Straight, into double band The victors divide; Half for freedom strike and stand;— The astonished Muse finds thousands at her side.
# Pearce v. Page

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United States Supreme Court
65 U.S. 228
Pearce v. Page
THIS was an appeal from the Circuit Court of the United States for the district of Kentucky, sitting in admiralty.
It was a libel filed in the District Court of Kentucky by Pearce and others against the steamboat Doctor Robertson, for the loss of certain castings, which the libellants had shipped on board of a flat-boat, sunk by collision with the steamboat on the Ohio river.
The District Court dismissed the libel, as not being sustained by the proofs.
This decree was affirmed by the Circuit Court, and the libellants appealed to this court.
It was argued by Mr. Lincoln for the appellants, and by Mr. Phillips upon a brief filed by himself and Mr. Nicholson for the appellees.
The arguments would be difficult to be explained without diagrams and a full report of the testimony.
Mr. Justice McLEAN delivered the opinion of the court.

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# Pearce v. Texas

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United States Supreme Court
155 U.S. 311
Pearce v. Texas
W. L. Martin, for defendants in error.
Mr. Chief Justice FULLER delivered the opinion of the court:

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# Pearce v. Madison and Indianapolis Railroad Company

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United States Supreme Court
62 U.S. 441
Pearce v. Madison and Indianapolis Railroad Company
THIS case was brought up by writ of error from the Circuit Court of the United States for the district of Indiana.
The case is stated in the opinion of the court.
It was submitted, on printed arguments, by Mr. O. H. Smith and Mr. Fox the plaintiff in error, and Mr. Hendricks for the defendants.
Mr. Justice CAMPBELL delivered the opinion of the court.

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# Poems (Follen)/Sachem's Hill

SACHEM'S HILL.
This is a little hill, on the shore, in the town of Quincy. It is shaped like an arrow-head, as its original name, Masentusett, in the Indian language, signifies; Mas meaning arrow-head, and Entusett, hill. From this spot Boston and its vicinity, from the Blue Hills to the rocks of Nahant, rise upon the view like a panorama. It was the abode of the Sachem when the English first arrived. He was a friendly old man, and sold them corn and land. Soon after their arrival, an epidemic appeared among his tribe; and, in a short time, nothing was left of them but the few remains that are still found of their simple implements of war and agriculture, and the name of this little hill, which some suppose, with a slight alteration, was given to this State.
# Poems: Second Series (Dickinson)/Summer's Obsequies

​170 POEMS.
                XLVII.
          SUMMER'S OBSEQUIES.
THE gentian weaves her fringes,
The maple's loom is red.
My departing blossoms
Obviate parade.
A brief, but patient illness,
An hour to prepare;
And one, below this morning,
Is where the angels are.
It was a short procession, — The bobolink was there,
An aged bee addressed us,
And then we knelt in prayer.
We trust that she was willing, — We ask that we may be.
Summer, sister, seraph,
Let us go with thee!
In the name of the bee
And of the butterfly
And of the breeze, amen!
# Poems: Second Series (Dickinson)/The Battle-Field

​190 POEMS.
                IX.
          THE BATTLE-FIELD.
THEY dropped like flakes, they dropped like stars,
Like petals from a rose,
When suddenly across the June
A wind with fingers goes.
They perished in the seamless grass, — No eye could find the place;
But God on his repealless list
Can summon every face.
# Poems: Second Series (Dickinson)/The Contract

IV.
THE CONTRACT.
I GAVE myself to him, And took himself for pay. The solemn contract of a life Was ratified this way.
The wealth might disappoint, Myself a poorer prove Than this great purchaser suspect, The daily own of Love
Depreciate the vision; But, till the merchant buy, Still fable, in the isles of spice, The subtle cargoes lie.
At least, 't is mutual risk, — Some found it mutual gain; Sweet debt of Life, — each night to owe, Insolvent, every noon.
# Poems: Second Series (Dickinson)/The Duel

XXXIII. THE DUEL.
I TOOK my power in my hand. And went against the world ; 'T was not so much as David had, But I was twice as bold.
I aimed my pebble, but myself Was all the one that fell. Was it Goliath was too large, Or only I too small?
# Poems: Second Series (Dickinson)/Sunset

XXXIX.
SUNSET.
WHERE ships of purple gently toss On seas of daffodil, Fantastic sailors mingle, And then—the wharf is still.
# Poems: Second Series (Dickinson)/Surgeons must be very careful

XVI.
SURGEONS must be very careful
When they take the knife!
Underneath their fine incisions
Stirs the Culprit, — Life!
# Poems: Second Series (Dickinson)/Talk with prudence to a beggar

XXXVII.
TALK with prudence to a beggar Of 'Potosi' and the mines! Reverently to the hungry Of your viands and your wines!
Cautious, hint to any captive You have passed enfranchised feet! Anecdotes of air in dungeons Have sometimes proved deadly sweet!
# Poems: Second Series (Dickinson)/The Bluebird

VIII.
THE BLUEBIRD.
BEFORE you thought of spring, Except as a surmise, You see, God bless his suddenness, A fellow in the skies Of independent hues, A little weather-worn, Inspiriting habiliments Of indigo and brown.
With specimens of song, As if for you to choose, Discretion in the interval, With gay delays he goes To some superior tree Without a single leaf, And shouts for joy to nobody But his seraphic self!
# Poems: Second Series (Dickinson)/The Blue Jay

​176 POEMS.
                LI
          THE BLUE JAY.
NO brigadier throughout the year
So civic as the jay.
A neighbor and a warrior too,
With shrill felicity
Pursuing winds that censure us
A February day,
The brother of the universe
Was never blown away.
The snow and he are intimate;
I've often seen them play
When heaven looked upon us all
With such severity,
I felt apology were due
To an insulted sky,
Whose pompous frown was nutriment
To their temerity.
The pillow of this daring head Is pungent evergreens; His larder—terse and militant— Unknown, refreshing things;
His character a tonic, His future a dispute; Unfair an immortality That leaves this neighbor out.
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# Poems: Second Series (Dickinson)/The Butterfly's Day

VII.
THE BUTTERFLY’S DAY
FROM cocoon forth a butterfly As lady from her door Emerged — a summer afternoon — Repairing everywhere,
Without design, that I could trace, Except to stray abroad On miscellaneous enterprise The clovers understood.
Her pretty parasol was seen Contracting in a field Where men made hay, then struggling hard
With an opposing cloud,
Where parties, phantom as herself, To Nowhere seemed to go In purposeless circumference, As 't were a tropic show.
And notwithstanding bee that worked, And flower that zealous blew, This audience of idleness Disdained them, from the sky,
Till sundown crept, a steady tide, And men that made the hay, And afternoon, and butterfly, Extinguished in its sea.
# Phantastes/Preface

For offering this new edition of my father's Phantastes, my reasons are three. The first is to rescue the work from an edition illustrated without the author's sanction, and so unsuitably that all lovers of the book must have experienced some real grief in turning its pages. With the copyright I secured also the whole of that edition and turned it into pulp.
My second reason is to pay a small tribute to my father by way of personal gratitude for this, his first prose work, which was published nearly fifty years ago. Though unknown to many lovers of his greater writings, none of these has exceeded it in imaginative insight and power of expression. To me it rings with the dominant chord of his life's purpose and work.
My third reason is that wider knowledge and love of the book should be made possible. To this end I have been most happy in the help of my father's old friend, who has illustrated the book. I know of no other living artist who is capable of portraying the spirit of Phantastes; and every reader of this edition will, I believe, feel that the illustrations are a part of the romance, and will gain through them some perception of the brotherhood between George MacDonald and Arthur Hughes.
GREVILLE MACDONALD.
September 1905.
PHANTASTES
A FAERIE ROMANCE
"Phantastes from their fount all shapes deriving,  In new habiliments can quickly dight."  FLETCHER'S Purple Island
" Es lassen sich Erzählungen ohne Zusammenhang, jedoch mit Association, wie Traüme, denken; Gedichte, die bloss wohlklingend und voll schöner Worte sind, aber auch ohne allen Sinn und Zusammenhang, höchstens einzelne Strophen verständlich, wie Bruchstücke aus den verschiedenartigsten Dingen. Diese wahre Poesie kann höchstens einen allegorischen Sinn im Grossen, und eine indirekte Wirkung, wie Musik haben. Darum ist die Natur so rein poetisch, wie die Stube eines Zauberers, eines Physikers, eine Kinderstube, eine Polterund Vorrathskammer....
"Ein Mährchen ist wie ein Traumbild ohne Zusammenhang. Ein Ensemble wunderbarer Dinge und Begebenheiten, z. B. eine Musikalische Phantasie, die harmonischen Folgen einer Aeolsharfe, die Natur selbst. *** "In einem echten Mährchen muss alles wunderbar, geheimnissvoll und zusammenhängend sein; alles belebt, jeder auf eine andere Art. Die ganze Natur muss wunderlich mit der ganzen Geisterwelt gemischt sein; hier tritt die Zeit der Anarchie, der Gesetzlosigkeit, Freiheit, der Naturstand der Natur, die Zeit von der Welt ein.... Die Welt des Mährchens ist die, der Welt der Wahrheit durchaus entgegengesetzte, und eben darum ihr so durchaus ähnlich, wie das Chaos der vollendeten Schöpfung ähnlich ist."—NOVALIS.
# Pico v. United States

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* Pico v. United States (228 U.S. 125)
See also United States v. Pico.
# Pico v. United States (69 U.S. 279)

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United States Supreme Court
69 U.S. 279
Pico v. United States
APPEAL by Andres Pico from the decree of the District Court of the United States for the Northern District of California, the case being as follows:
Pico claimed a tract of land in California, to the extent of eleven square leagues, under a grant alleged to have been issued to him on the 6th of June, 1846, by Pio Pico, then Mexican Governor of the department. In 1852 he presented a petition, for the confirmation of his claim, to the Board of Commissioners to ascertain and settle land titles on California, created under the act of March 3d, 1851. The board rejected the claim; but on appeal to the District Court, the decree of rejection was reversed, and the claim was adjudged to be valid, and was confirmed. The United States appealed from this decree of confirmation to the Supreme Court, and by that court the decree was reversed, and the cause remanded for further evidence. Further evidence having been taken, the case was again brought before the District Court for hearing, and by that court a decree was entered, on the 4th of June, 1862, adjudging the claim to be invalid, and rejecting it. From this decree the present appeal to the Supreme Court is taken.
In support of his claim before the District Court, the claimant produced three documents,-the first purporting to be a grant from the Mexican Governor, Pio Pico, dated June 6th, 1846, for the land; the second purporting to be a certificate of the approval of the grant by the Departmental Assembly, on the 15th of June, 1846; and the third purporting to be a communication from the Deputy Secretary of the Assembly to the Secretary of State, informing him that the grant, together with two other grants, had been approved by the Assembly on the 15th of July, 1846.
Of the first two documents there was no trace in the archives, except what is furnished by the third document. There was no evidence that any of the proceedings required by the Mexican Colonization Regulations, preliminary to the issue of a grant, were taken, either by the claimant or the Governor. The journals of the Departmental Assembly showed that no proceedings were had on the 15th of June, 1846, relating to the grant in question; and that there was no session of that body on the 15th of July, 1846. The third document was found among the archives, but was on a separate sheet, unconnected with any other papers. There was no evidence in the case that the grantee ever took possession of the land under the alleged grant, or that such grant was known, or its existence suspected, until long after the United States had occupied the country.
Mr. Gillet, for the appellant.
Mr. Speed, A. G., and Mr. Wills, for the United States.
Mr. Justice FIELD delivered the opinion of the court.

## Notes

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# Picquart

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* "Picquart", a poem by Florence Earle Coates
* "Picquart", a poem by George Edward Woodberry
# Pico v. United States (228 U.S. 125)

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United States Supreme Court
228 U.S. 125
Pico v. United States (228 U.S. 125)
Argued: February 25 and 26, 1913. --- Decided: April 7, 1913
Mr. Clement L. Bouve for plaintiff in error.
Solicitor General Bullitt and Mr. Loring C. Christie for defendant in error.
[Argument of Counsel from pages 226-228 intentionally omitted]
Mr. Justice Lamar delivered the opinion of the court:

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# Poems (Acton)/The Two Flowers

POEMS
# Poems (Craik)/The Planting

THE PLANTING.
"I said to my little son, who was watching tearfully a tree he had planted,—'Let it alone: it will grow while you are sleeping.'"
# Poems (Proctor)

POEMS BY·EDNA·DEAN PROCTOR
POEMS
BY
EDNA DEAN PROCTOR
AUTHOR OF "A RUSSIAN JOURNEY"
BOSTON AND NEW YORK
HOUGHTON, MIFFLIN AND COMPANY
The Riverside Press, Cambridge
1890
Copyright, 1890,
By EDNA DEAN PROCTOR.
All rights reserved.
The Riverside Press, Cambridge, Mass., U. S. A.
Electrotyped and Printed by H. O. Houghton & Company.
To
My Brother
DAVID CHOATE PROCTOR
A LIVING, INSPIRING PRESENCE
THOUGH UNSEEN
CONTENTS.
The numbers attached to some of the poems refer to notes at the end of the book.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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# Poems and Extracts/Verses

Verses
(left with the Minister of Riponden, a romantic village in Yorkshire)
What joy within these sunless groves,
Where lonely contemplation roves,
To rest in fearless ease!
Save weeping rills, to see no tear,
Save dying gales, no sigh to hear.
No murmur but the breeze.
Ah! Friend! ambition's prospects close.
And studious of your own repose
Be thankful here to live;
For, trust me, one protecting shed10
And nightly peace, and daily bread,
Is all that life can give
Langhorne.