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# A treasury of war poetry, British and American poems of the world war, 1914-1919/A Petition

A PETITION
ALL that a man might ask thou hast given me, England, Birthright and happy childhood's long heart's-ease, And love whose range is deep beyond all sounding And wider than all seas: A heart to front the world and find God in it, Eyes blind enow but not too blind to see The lovely things behind the dross and darkness, And lovelier things to be; And friends whose loyalty time nor death shall weaken, And quenchless hope and laughter's golden store— All that a man might ask thou hast given me, England, Yet grant thou one thing more: That now when envious foes would spoil thy splendour, Unversed in arms, a dreamer such as I, May in thy ranks be deemed not all unworthy, England, for thee to die.
Robert Ernest Vernède
# A treasury of war poetry, British and American poems of the world war, 1914-1919/Abraham Lincoln Walks at Midnight

ABRAHAM LINCOLN WALKS AT MIDNIGHT
(IN SPRINGFIELD, ILLINOIS)
IT is portentous, and a thing of state That here at midnight, in our little town, A mourning figure walks, and will not rest, Near the old court-house pacing up and down.
​Or by his homestead, or in shadowed yards He lingers where his children used to play; Or through the market, on the well-worn stones He stalks until the dawn-stars burn away.
A bronzed, lank man! His suit of ancient black, A famous high top-hat and plain worn shawl Make him the quaint great figure that men love, The prairie-lawyer, master of us all.
He cannot sleep upon his hillside now. He is among us:—as in times before! And we who toss and lie awake for long Breathe deep, and start, to see him pass the door.
His head is bowed. He thinks on men and kings. Yes, when the sick world cries, how can he sleep? Too many peasants fight, they know not why, Too many homesteads in black terror weep.
The sins of all the war-lords burn his heart, He sees the dreadnoughts scouring every main. He carries on his shawl-wrapped shoulders now The bitterness, the folly, and the pain.
He cannot rest until a spirit-dawn Shall come—the shining hope of Europe free: The league of sober folk, the Workers' Earth Bringing long peace to Cornland, Alp and Sea.
It breaks his heart that kings must murder still, That all his hours of travail here for men Seem yet in vain. And who will bring white peace That he may sleep upon his hill again?
Vachel Lindsay
# A treasury of war poetry, British and American poems of the world war, 1914-1919/A Summer Morning

A SUMMER MORNING
THE summer meads are fair with daisy-snow, White as the dove's wing, flawless as the foam On the brown beaches where the breakers comb When the long Trades their morning bugles blow; And over all there is a golden glow, For the sun sits ascendant in the dome; And smoke-wreaths rise from many a cottage home Where there is peace, and joy's full overflow.
This is our heritage, but what of those Who crouch where Yser's sad, ensanguined tide Winds with its sluggish crescents, toward the sea; Where Termonde bells are silent, and the wide And stricken leagues of Flemish land disclose The ruthless wrong, the piteous agony!
Clinton Scollard
# A treasury of war poetry, British and American poems of the world war, 1914-1919/A Letter from the Front

A LETTER FROM THE FRONT
I WAS out early to-day, spying about From the top of a haystack—such a lovely morning— And when I mounted again to canter back I saw across a field in the broad sunlight A young Gunner Subaltern, stalking along With a rook-rifle held at the ready, and—would you believe it?— A domestic cat, soberly marching beside him.
So I laughed, and felt quite well disposed to the youngster, And shouted out "the top of the morning" to him, And wished him "Good sport!"—and then I remembered My rank, and his, and what I ought to be doing: And I rode nearer, and added, "I can only suppose You have not seen the Commander-in-Chief's order Forbidding English officers to annoy their Allies By hunting and shooting." But he stood and saluted And said earnestly, "I beg your pardon, Sir, I was only going out to shoot a sparrow To feed my cat with." So there was the whole picture, The lovely early morning, the occasional shell Screeching and scattering past us, the empty landscape,— Empty, except for the young Gunner saluting, And the cat, anxiously watching his every movement.
I may be wrong, and I may have told it badly, But it struck me as being extremely ludicrous.
Henry Newbolt
# A treasury of war poetry, British and American poems of the world war, 1914-1919/A Mother Understands

A MOTHER UNDERSTANDS
DEAR Lord, I hold my hand to take Thy Body, broken once for me, Accept the Sacrifice I make, My Body, broken, Christ, for Thee.
His was my body, born of me, Born of my bitter travail pain, And it lies broken on the field, Swept by the wind and the rain.
Surely a Mother understands Thy thorn-crowned head, The mystery of Thy piercèd hands—the Broken Bread.
G. A. Studdert Kennedy
# A treasury of war poetry, British and American poems of the world war, 1914-1919/A Song of the Irish Armies

A SONG OF THE IRISH ARMIES
A WIND blew out of the Prussian plain; It scourged Liège, and it broke Louvain, And Belgium shook with the tramp of Cain, That a Kaiser might be mad. "Iron is God!"—and they served him well— "Honour a mark for shot and shell." So they loosed the devils out of Hell From Birr to Allahabad.
The Old Soldiers sing:
But we took them from Mons to the banks of the Marne, And helped them back on their red return; We can swim the Rhine if the bridges burn, And Mike O'Leary's the lad! Not for this did our fathers fall: That truth, and pity, and love, and all Should break in the dust at a trumpet's call, Yea! all things clean and old. Not to this had we sacrificed: To sit at last where the slayers diced, With blood-hot hands, for the robes of Christ, And snatch at the Devil's gold.
The New Soldiers sing:
To Odin's challenge we cried Amen! We stayed the plough, and laid by the pen, And we shouldered our guns like gentlemen, That the wiser weak should hold.
Blood on the land, and blood on the sea! So it stands as ordained to be, Stamp, and signet, and guarantee Of the better ways we knew.
Time for the plough when the sword has won; The loom will wait on the crashing gun, And the hands of peace drop benison When the task of death is through.
​Old and New Soldiers sing:
Then lift the flag of the Last Crusade! And fill the ranks of the Last Brigade! March on to the fields where the world's re-made, And the Ancient Dreams come true!
T. M. Kettle
# A treasury of war poetry, British and American poems of the world war, 1914-1919/A Lament from the Dead

A LAMENT FROM THE DEAD
# A treasury of war poetry, British and American poems of the world war, 1914-1919/A Kiss

A KISS
SHE kissed me when she said good-bye— A child's kiss, neither bold nor shy.
We had met but a few short summer hours; Talked of the sun, the wind, the flowers,
Sports and people; had rambled through A casual catchy song or two,
And walked with arms linked to the car By the light of a single misty star.
(It was war-time, you see, and the streets were dark Lest the ravishing Hun should find a mark.)
And so we turned to say good-bye; But somehow or other, I don't know why,
​Perhaps t'was the feel of the khaki coat (She'd a brother in Flanders then) that smote
Her heart to a sudden tenderness Which issued in that swift caress—
Somehow, to her, at any rate A mere hand-clasp seemed inadequate;
And so she lifted her dewy face And kissed me—but without a trace
Of passion,—and we said good-bye . . . A child's kiss. . . . neither bold nor shy.
My friend, I like you—it seemed to say— Here's to our meeting again some day! Some happier day . . . Good-bye.
Bernard Freeman Trotter
August 1916.
# A treasury of war poetry, British and American poems of the world war, 1914-1919/A Lost Land

A LOST LAND
(To Germany)
[Reprinted by permission of the Proprietors of Punch.]
A CHILDHOOD land of mountain ways, Where earthly gnomes and forest fays, Kind foolish giants, gentle bears Sport with the peasant as he fares Affrighted through the forest glades, And lead sweet wistful little maids Lost in the woods, forlorn, alone, To princely lovers and a throne.
Dear haunted land of gorge and glen, Ah me! the dreams, the dreams of men!
​A learned land of wise old books And men with meditative looks, Who move in quaint red-gabled towns And sit in gravely-folded gowns, Divining in deep-laden speech The world's supreme arcana—each A homely god to listening Youth Eager to tear the veil of Truth;
Mild votaries of book and pen— Alas, the dreams, the dreams of men!
A music land, whose life is wrought In movements of melodious thought; In symphony, great wave on wave— Or fugue, elusive, swift, and grave; A singing land, whose lyric rhymes Float on the air like village chimes: Music and Verse—the deepest part Of a whole nation's thinking heart!
Oh land of Now, oh land of Then! Dear God! the dreams, the dreams of men!
Slave nation in a land of hate, Where are the things that made you great? Child-hearted once—oh, deep defiled, Dare you look now upon a child? Your lore—a hideous mask wherein Self-worship hides its monstrous sin:— Music and Verse, divinely wed— How can these live where love is dead?
Oh depths beneath sweet human ken, God help the dreams, the dreams of men!
Kathleen Knox
# A treasury of war poetry, British and American poems of the world war, 1914-1919/After Action

AFTER ACTION
(A Soul Remembers)
ONCE, in my moment of earth, Before the immortal re-birth, I thought of my flesh as a thing Like to the house of a king,— Beautiful, worthy to stand Proud on the heavenly strand.
​I remember it now as a clod Prone in the gardens of God,— Mean, without honour or beauty, Justified but by the duty Of spending its pittance of power In rearing a heavenly flower.
Robert Haven Schauffler
# Ah Sin v. Wittman

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United States Supreme Court
198 U.S. 500
Ah Sin v. Wittman
Argued: April 28, 1905. --- Decided: May 29, 1905
Mr. George D. Collins for plaintiff in error.
Messrs. L. F. Byington and I. Harris for defendant in error.
Mr. Justice McKenna delivered the opinion of the court:

## Notes

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# Aladdin O'Brien/Chapter 30

S a dam breaking gives free passage to the imprisoned waters, and they rush out victoriously, so Vicksburg, starving and crumbling in the West, was about to open her gates and set the Father of Waters free forever. That was where the Union hammer, grasped so firmly by strong fingers that their knuckles turned white, was striking the heaviest blows upon the cracking skull of the Confederacy. On the other hand, Chancellorsville had verged upon disaster, and the powers of Europe were waiting for one more Confederate victory in order to declare the blockade of Southern ports at an end, and to float a Southern loan. That a Confederate victory was to be feared, the presence in Northern territory ​of Lee, grasping the handle of a sword, whose splendid blade was seventy thousand men concentrated, testified. That Lee had lost the best finger of his right hand at Chancellorsville was but job's comfort to the threatened government at Washington. That government was still, after years of stern fighting, trying generals and finding them wanting. But now the Fates, in secret conclave, weighed the lots of Union and Disunion; and that of Disunion, though glittering and brilliant like gold, sank heavily to the ground, as a great eagle whose wing is broken by the hunter's bullet comes surely if fiercely down, to be put to death.
Early on the morning of July 1, 1863, Lee found himself in the neighborhood of a small and obscure town named Gettysburg. A military invasion is the process of occupying in succession a series of towns. To occupy Gettysburg, which seemed as possible as eating breakfast, Lee sent forward a division of a corps, and followed leisurely with all his forces. But ​Gettysburg and the ridges to the west of Gettysburg were already occupied by two brigades of cavalry, and those, with a cockiness begotten of big lumps of armed friends approaching from the rear, determined to go on occupying. This, in a spirit of great courage, with slowly increasing forces, against rapidly increasing forces, they did, until the brisk and pliant skirmish which opened the business of the day had grown so in weight and ferocity that it was evident to the least astute that the decisive battle of the New World was being fought.
# A colonial autocracy, New South Wales under Governor Macquarie, 1810-1821/Front matter

STUDIES IN ECONOMICS AND POLITICAL SCIENCE
Edited by the Hon. W. PEMBER REEVES
DIRECTOR OF THE LONDON SCHOOL OF ECONOMICS.
No. 16 in the series of Monographs by writers connected with the London School of Economics and Political Science.
A COLONIAL AUTOCRACY
# A colonial autocracy, New South Wales under Governor Macquarie, 1810-1821/Chronology

CHRONOLOGY
(Events taking place in England are in italics.)
| 1808, | January. Bligh deposed. |
| 1809, | May. Macquarie appointed Governor; Ellis Bent appointed Judge-Advocate. |
| 1810, | April, October. Lord Liverpool becomes Secretary of State; Bligh leaves Sydney. |
| 1811, | May, June, July. Johnston's Trial. |
| 1812, | June. Lord Bathurst becomes Secretary of State; Committee of House of Commons on Transportation. |
| 1813, | New Charter of Justice issued for New South Wales; appointment of Jeffery Hart Bent as Judge of Supreme Court. |
| 1814, | July. J. H. Bent arrives at Sydney. |
| 1815, | November. Death of Ellis Bent. |
| 1816, | January. Recall of the Bents. |
| | January. Appointment of Wylde and Field. |
| 1817, | May. J. H. Bent leaves Sydney. |
| 1819, | January, March. J. T. Bigge appointed Commissioner; appointment of Committee on Gaols. |
| 1820, | July. Macquarie's Resignation accepted. |
| | November. Sir Thomas Brisbane appointed Governor. |
| 1821, | February. Bigge leaves Sydney. |
| | November. Brisbane arrives at Sydney. |
| 1822, | February. Macquarie leaves Sydney; Bigge presents Report I. |
| 1823. | Bigge presents Reports II. and III.; 4 Geo. IV., cap. 96. |
| 1824. | Death of Macquarie. |
# Adolfath Mahvi file

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​TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN:
By the Command of His Imperial Majesty, Shahanshah Aryamehr, the Supreme Commander, I am authorized to state that, due to the interference of Mr. Abolfath Mahvi in the procurement of defense systems and requirements for the Imperial Armed Forces from United States industries, his name should be put on the black list. I have been ordered to make all necessary arrangements to terminate his activities. He has no right and/or authority whatsoever to interfere, under any name or cover, with the defense procurement for the Imperial Iranian Armed Forces.
I would like United States companies and industries to be notified that the Ministry of War of the Imperial Government of Iran will not sign any contract if Mr. Abolfath Mahvi, under any name or arrangement whatsoever, is connected with such a contract.
APPROVED:
H. Toufanian General H. Toufanian Vice Minister of War
10 July 1975 DATE
​PERSONAL FOR LTGEN FISH (DSAA); MG RYDER (USEQCOM) FROM MG BRETT
SUBJ: Status of Mr Abolfath Mahvi (U)
1. (C) General Toufanian, Vice Minister of War, called General Brett today, 6, July, and informed him that the Shah had placed Mr. Abolfath Mahvi on the black list. General Toufanian requested in the strongest terms that Gen Brett inform DOD of the Shah's decision.
2. (C) Based on past experience, this clearly means that Mr. Mahvi will not be acceptable as a representative and/or consultant of any foreign firms. We have no information at this end as to what US firms Mr Mahvi represents in any capacity, however, indications are he has in the past represented certain US commercial firms.
3. (C) Suggest this be given appropriate distribution. It is apparent from conversations with representatives of US contractors here that a most serious drive is on by the Shah and the COI against the use of agents and/or individuals whose capacity can in any way be so construed. We see no letup in this effort, but [Remaining information missing]
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# Adonis

"Love is dying; lay him low"
* "Adonis" in Mine and Thine (1904).
* "Adonis" in Poems II (1916).
# All the Works of Epictetus, Which Are Now Extant/Book 2/Chapter 7

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CHAPTER VII.
Of Divination.
§. 1.From an unseasonable Regard to Divination, we omit many Duties. For what can the Diviner see, besides Death, or Danger, or Sickness, or, in short, Things of this Kind? When it is necessary, then, to expose one's self to Danger for a Friend, or even a Duty to die for him, what Occasion have I for Divination? Have not I a Diviner within, who hath told me the Essence of Good and Evil; and who explains to me the Indications of both? What further Need, then, have I of the Entrails [of Victims], or [the Flight] of Birds? Can I bear with the other Diviner, when he says, "This is for your Interest?" ​For doth he know what is for my Interest? Doth he know what Good is? Hath he learned the Indications of Good and Evil, as he hath those of the Victims? If so, he knows the Indications likewise of Fair and Base, Just and Unjust. Do you tell me, Sir, what is indicated to me? Life or Death Riches or Poverty. But whether these Things are for my Interest, or not, I shall not inquire of you. Why? Because you do not give your Opinion about Grammar [or any established Point of Knowledge]; and do you give it here, in Things about which we all take different Ways, and dispute with one another? Therefore the Lady, who was going to send a Month's Provision to Gratilla, in her Banishment, made a right Answer to one, who told her Domitian would seize it: I had rather, says she, that he should seize it, than I not send it.
§. 2. What, then, is it that leads us so often to Divination? Cowardice; the Dread of Events. Hence we flatter the Diviners. "Pray, Sir, shall I inherit my Father's Estate?"——"Let us see: let us sacrifice upon the Occasion.""——"Nay, Sir, just as Fortune pleases." Then, if he says, "You shall inherit it, we give him Thanks, as if we received the Inheritance from him. The Consequence of this is, that they play upon us.
§. 3. What, then, is to be done?
We should come without previous Desire or Aversion. As a Traveler inquires the Road of the Person he meets, without any Desire for that which turns to the right Hand, more than to the Left: for he wishes for neither of these; but that only which leads him properly. Thus we should come to God, as to a Guide. Just as we make use of our Eyes: not persuading them to show us one Object rather than another; but receiving such as they ​present to us. But now we hold the Bird with Fear and Trembling: and, in our Invocations to God, intreat him; "Lord have Mercy upon me: suffer me to come off safe." You, Wretch! Would you have any thing then, but what is best? And what is best, but what pleases God? Why do you, as far as in you lies, corrupt your Judge, and seduce your Adviser?
* ↑ The Stoics were Advocates for Divination; though they condemned, what they deemed, the Abuses of it. The 32d Chapter of the Enchiridion is on the same Subject.
* ↑ A Lady of high Rank at Rome, banished from Italy, among many other noble Persons, by Domitian.
# All the Works of Epictetus, Which Are Now Extant/Book 3/Chapter 11

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CHAPTER XI.
Miscellaneous.
§. 1.There are some Punishments appointed, as by a Law, for such as disobey the divine Administration. Whoever shall esteem any thing good, except what depends on Choice, let him envy, let him covet, let him flatter, let him be full of Perturbation. Whoever esteems any thing else to be evil, let him grieve, let him mourn, let him lament, let him be wretched.——And yet, though thus severely punished, we cannot desist.
​Remember what the Poet says, of a Stranger.
A worse than Thou might enter here secure: No rude Affront shall drive him from my Door; For Strangers come from Jove——
Homer.
§. 2. This too you should be prepared to say, with regard to a Father: It is not lawful for me to affront you, Father; even if a worse than you should have come for all are from paternal Jove. And so of a Brother; for all are from kindred Jove. And thus we shall find Jove to be the Inspector of all the other Relations.
# Alumni Oxonienses: the Members of the University of Oxford, 1500-1714/Bampfield, Col. (Joseph)

From volume 1 of the work.
​Bampfield, Col. (Joseph), created M.A. 16 Jan., 1642-3, a royalist colonel. See Dictionary of National Biography.
# Alumni Oxonienses: the Members of the University of Oxford, 1500-1714/Bampfeild, (Sir) John

From volume 1 of the work.
​Bampfeild, (Sir) John, s. John, of Poltimore, Devon, arm. Wadham Coll., matric. 30 Oct., 1629, aged 19; a student of the Middle Temple 1630, M.P. Penryn 1640, until secluded Dec., 1648, created a baronet 14 July, 1641, died in April 1650. See Foster's Parliamentary Dictionary & Gardiner, 92.
# Alumni Oxonienses: the Members of the University of Oxford, 1500-1714/Bampfild, Richard

From volume 1 of the work.
​Bampfild, Richard, of Devon, arm. Exeter Coll., matric. 17 Nov., 1581, aged 15; a student of the Middle Temple 1583, as 2nd son of Richard, of Poltimore, Devon, esq. See Foster's Inns of Court Reg.
# Alumni Oxonienses: the Members of the University of Oxford, 1500-1714/Bampfeild, Lewis

From volume 1 of the work.
​Bampfeild, Lewis, 3s. John, of Poltimore, Somerset (sic), arm. Wadham Coll., matric. 30 Oct., 1629, aged 17; bar.-at-law, Middle Temple, 1638. See Foster's Judges and Barristers.
# Alumni Oxonienses: the Members of the University of Oxford, 1500-1714/Bampfield, William

From volume 1 of the work.
​Bampfield, William, 'ser.' Wadham Coll., matric. 11 April, 1660, B.A. 1663, M.A. from King's Coll., Cambridge, 1667, rector of Loxbeare 1666, and of Arlington, Devon, 1667. See Foster's Index Ecclesiasticus.
# Alumni Oxonienses: the Members of the University of Oxford, 1500-1714/Bampfyld, Richard

From volume 1 of the work.
​Bampfyld, Richard, s. Joh., of Poltimore, Devon, gent. Wadham Coll., matric. 13 Dec., 1667, aged 17.
# Alumni Oxonienses: the Members of the University of Oxford, 1500-1714/Bamfeild, Thomas

From volume 1 of the work.
​Bamfeild, Thomas, s. John, of Poltimore, Devon, arm. Exeter Coll., matric. 15 May, 1640, aged 17; bar.-at-law, Middle Temple, 1649, bencher 1659, speaker of the House of Commons March to May, 1659, recorder of Exeter, and M.P. 1654-60, died 8 Oct., 1673. See Foster's Judges and Barristers & D.N.B.
# Alumni Oxonienses: the Members of the University of Oxford, 1500-1714/Bamfylde, John

From volume 1 of the work.
​Bamfylde, John, of Somerset, arm. Broadgates Hall, matric.-entry under date 20 July, 1578, aged 13; a student of the Middle Temple 1584, as son and heir of Thomas, of Hardington, Somerset. See Foster's Inns of Court Reg.
# Alumni Oxonienses: the Members of the University of Oxford, 1500-1714/Bampfield, Giles

From volume 1 of the work.
​Bampfield, Giles, of Devon, 'cler. fil.' Corpus Christi Coll., matric. 31 Aug., 1582, aged 14 (Sir Amyas, 1575, had a brother of this name). See Foster's Inns of Court Reg.
# Alumni Oxonienses: the Members of the University of Oxford, 1500-1714/Bampfylde, (Sir) Warwick Coplestone, Bart.

From volume 1 of the work.
​Bampfylde, (Sir) Warwick Coplestone, 'Bart.,' s. Hug., of Wareley, Devon, bart. Christ Church, matric. 26 Jan., 1707-8, aged 18; 3rd baronet, M.P. Exeter 1710, Devon 1713, until his death 7 Oct., 1727, brother of John same date.
# Alumni Oxonienses: the Members of the University of Oxford, 1500-1714/Storye, Walter

From volume 4 of the work.
​Storye, Walter, of Salop, pleb. Balliol Coll., matric. entry under date 20 Dec., 1577, aged 16.