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# Little Jack Rabbit's Adventures/Chapter 5

A MISTAKE IN SPELLING
The Shady Forest School had once been a pigeon house, but when the farm was sold and the old buildings torn down, it had been left to shelter Mr. and Mrs. Pigeon, who wouldn't move away.
One night during a great storm it had toppled off the post on which it stood, and rolled down the hillside, helped along by Billy Breeze, until it had landed on the edge of the Shady Forest.
Here it had been discovered by the Little Forest Folk, and at Parson Owl's suggestion, had been pushed and shoved in and out among the trees until it stood right-side up in a sunlit clearing.
​Then Parson Owl had called together all the Grown-ups and persuaded them to make it into a schoolhouse.
And, well, here we are with Mrs. Rabbit and her little bunny on their way to the opening exercises, so there is no need of saying anything more about it, except that it had a nice door in front and a dozen round holes, under which were fastened little pieces of board for wide windowsills, on which the pigeons used to stand and preen their feathers.
As Little Jack Rabbit and his mother drew near they saw Chippy Chipmunk's face at one of the little round windows. Then Busy Beaver looked out of another, and pretty soon every little round window had a head peeping through, while in the ​doorway stood Professor Jim Crow in his black swallowtail coat.
"Good morning, Mrs. Rabbit," he said, looking over his spectacles. "You have brought another scholar, I see."
When they were seated in the schoolroom, he walked over to the big blackboard.
"John," he said, turning to the little rabbit, "tell me how to spell your name."
Goodness gracious me! Would you believe it, the little rabbit answered "J-A-C-K!" You see, he was so used to being called just "Jack" that he spelt "John" the same way.
Then Professor Jim Crow asked who was the first President, but he didn't enquire who was going to be the next, for I guess ​he thought the little rabbit hadn't studied Politics enough. After that he told Mrs. Rabbit that she had a very bright little bunny boy even if he didn't know how to spell his right name.
# Little Jack Rabbit's Adventures/Chapter 8

HOME AGAIN
It was very late when they reached the Tall Pine Tree. The good Professor was sound asleep after a hard day's work in the Shady Forest Schoolhouse and a long search for his little lost crow. He had hunted for him until it grew so dark that he had been forced to give it up.
But Mrs. Crow was wide awake and the little crows were crying softly over their little lost brother. Disobedience makes others unhappy as well as the one who disobeys.
All of a sudden Mrs. Crow heard the gentle flap of wings, and looking over the ​edge of the nest, she saw Old Parson Owl in the dim moonlight. The next moment the sight of Jimmy Crow hopping after him made her heart go pitter-patter.
"Here's our little boy!" she cried, fluttering down to the ground, while all the little crow brothers and sisters looked over the edge of the nest, and Professor Jim Crow woke up with a start.
But, dear me! Didn't they have a dreadful time getting the little crow up in the tree. You see, he could only flutter now that his wings had been clipped, and if Old Parson Owl hadn't carried him on his broad back, I doubt if Jimmy Crow would have ever reached the nest.
By this time Mrs. Moon had crossed over the sky, and Mr. Merry Sun was getting out of bed in the gold and purple East.
​The Shady Forest was beginning to awake. The birds were chirping to one another, and the Little Four-footed People were racing up and down the trees and scampering over the ground.
Parson Owl waited to see that everything was all right, and then, turning to Professor Jim Crow, said:
"If Little Jack Rabbit hadn't come to tell me that the Farmer's Boy had stolen Jimmy Crow, your little son would still be in the cage on the farmhouse porch."
"My dear Parson," said Professor Jim Crow gratefully, "I shall never forget what you and Little Jack Rabbit have done."
"Don't mention it," said the kind old Parson, hurrying back to the Big Oak Tree before the light grew too strong for his big round eyes.
Perhaps if all the little boys and girls who read this story will learn this verse, it will keep them out of trouble. If Jimmy Crow had, maybe he never would have disobeyed his mother.
# Little Jack Rabbit's Adventures/Chapter 9

THE STOLEN EGGS
Mr. Merry Sun was up bright and early. He shone on the Sunny Meadow and lighted up the dark places in the Shady Forest.
He even poked a sunbeam in the eye of Parson Owl, who winked and blinked and turned the other way.
Soon everybody was wide awake, for the Little People of the Shady Forest and the Sunny Meadow are always up with Mr. Merry Sun.
Little Jack Rabbit, looking out of the Old Bramble Patch, wondered who was bending over the tall grass in the corner of ​the Old Rail Fence. Shading his eyes with his right paw, he looked again. Yes, it was the Farmer's Boy. Pretty soon he stood up straight, holding his hat carefully in his hand. Then he turned with a whistle and walked home.
"I wonder what he's been up to?" thought Little Jack Rabbit, and, being a curious little bunny, he hopped over to find out. Carefully peeping through the tall grass he saw a nice round nest, but it was empty. Only a gray speckled feather was left.
"He's stolen the eggs!" cried the little rabbit. "He's just mean enough to steal eggs!"
​by the Big Red Barn. But instead of laying her nice white eggs in the comfortable nests in the Henhouse, she came all the way over to the Old Rail Fence Corner.
But Little Jack Rabbit didn't know that. He didn't know whose nest it was until Henny Penny cried distractedly, "Who has stolen my eggs? Did you, Little Jack Rabbit?"
"Is it your nest?" he gasped, so startled that he asked a question instead of answering one.
"Of course it's mine," replied Henny Penny, looking at him as if she meant to peck his little pink eyes right out of his head. "But answer my question. Did you take my eggs?"
"Of course not," said the little rabbit. "I saw the hired boy leave here a few min​utes ago with his hat in his hands. Maybe he took them."
asked a beautiful big rooster, all of a sudden, just like that.
"O Cocky Doodle!" cried Henny Penny, "my nest has been robbed. Let's tell the Kind Farmer that the hired boy has stolen my eggs."
# Little Jack Rabbit's Adventures/Chapter 31

AN AIRSHIP RIDE
Well, all of a sudden, as Mrs. Oriole combed her yellow curls—beg pardon, I mean feathers—Little Jack Rabbit heard a voice say, quite close to his ear, "Hello!" And when he looked around he saw his friend the Jay Bird perched on a bramble branch.
"How did you get here?" asked the little rabbit.
"In my airship," replied the little bird. "Don't you want to take a ride?"
"Will you wait till I finish cleaning my gold watch?" and the little rabbit set to work, and before long he could see his face ​in it and the Jay Bird's too, for Mr. Merry Sun made that little gold watch shine like a ball of fire.
Then away went the little rabbit and the Jay Bird, and pretty soon they were flying over the Sunny Meadow, over the treetops and over the steeples, and over the houses and over the peoples!
Well, sir, it wasn't very long before they were far, far away from the Shady Forest, and then the little rabbit said: "Don't go too far, Mr. Jay Bird, for mother will worry if I don't get home in time for supper." And just then up came the American Eagle with a big flag in his beak and seven silver stars on the tips of his tail feathers.
"Show us the way and we'll follow," said the Jay Bird, and he steered his airship after the great American Eagle, and by and by they came to his nest high up on the mountain's rocky crest.
The little rabbit hopped out and went over to say how do you do to the little eaglets, and when they showed him their Thrift Stamp Books, what do you think this generous little rabbit did? Why, he opened his knapsack and gave them each a War Saving Stamp. Wasn't that kind of him?
Then Mrs. Eagle went to the ice box for ice cream cones, and everybody had a feast, and after that the Jay Bird said it was time to go. So he and the little rabbit got into the airship and went away, and by and by they ​were just above the Bramble Patch. Mrs. Rabbit was looking out of the window, and as soon as she saw them way up high in the clear blue sky, she rang the supper bell, and Cocky Doodle sang:
# Le Lutrin

Le Lutrin:
ΑΝ
HEROICK POEM,
WRITTEN
Originally in FRENCH,
BY
MONSIEUR BOILEAU:
Made ENGLISH
BY
N. O.
LONDON,
Printed by J. A. for Benjamin Alsop at the Angel and Bible in the Poultrey, 1682.
* Canto I
* Canto II
* Canto III
* Canto IV
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# Le Lutrin/Canto III

Canto III.
# Le Lutrin/Canto II

Canto II.
# Le Jardin des Tuileries

* "Le Jardin des Tuileries" in The Writings of Oscar Wilde (1907)
* "Le Jardin des Tuileries" in The Poems of Oscar Wilde (1909)
# Le Lutrin/Canto I

Le Lutrin:
AN
HEROICK POEM.
Canto I.
# Le Grand Salut

"There is a power in innocence, a might"
* Coates, Florence Earle (1906), "Le Grand Salut" in The Athenaeum (28 July 1906).
* Coates, Florence Earle (1906), "Le Grand Salut" in The Living Age (25 August 1906).
* Coates, Florence Earle (1909), "Le Grand Salut" in Lyrics of Life (1909).
* Coates, Florence Earle (1916), "Le Grand Salut" in Poems II.

## References

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# Love's Alchemy

Some that have deeper digg'd love's mine than I, Say, where his centric happiness doth lie. I have loved, and got, and told, But should I love, get, tell, till I were old, I should not find that hidden mystery. O! 'tis imposture all; And as no chemic yet th' elixir got, But glorifies his pregnant pot, If by the way to him befall Some odoriferous thing, or medicinal, So, lovers dream a rich and long delight, But get a winter-seeming summer's night.
Our ease, our thrift, our honour, and our day, Shall we for this vain bubble's shadow pay? Ends love in this, that my man Can be as happy as I can, if he can Endure the short scorn of a bridegroom's play? That loving wretch that swears, 'Tis not the bodies marry, but the minds, Which he in her angelic finds, Would swear as justly, that he hears, In that day's rude hoarse minstrelsy, the spheres. Hope not for mind in women; at their best, Sweetness and wit they are, but mummy, possess'd.
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# Louisville v. Woodson

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United States Supreme Court
134 U.S. 614
Louisville v. Woodson
Ed. Baxter, for plaintiff in error.
A. A. Freeman, for defendant in error.
FULLER, C. J.

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# Louisville v. State of Mississippi

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United States Supreme Court
133 U.S. 587
Louisville v. State of Mississippi
The Louisville, New Orleans & Texas Railway Company was indicted for neglecting to provide separate accommodations on its trains for white and colored persons, as required by act of March 2, 1888. From a judgment of conviction, defendant appealed to the supreme court, where the judgment was affirmed. 6 South. Rep. 203. Defendant brings error.
W. P. Harris, for plaintiff in error.
T. M. Miller, Atty. Gen. Miss., for defendant in error.
BREWER, J.

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# Love's Coming (Shaw poem)

First published in The Daily Herald, 13 May 1911
Quietly as rosebuds Talk to the thin air. Love came so lightly I knew not he was there.
Quietly as lovers Creep at the middle moon. Softly as players tremble In the tears of a tune.
Quietly as lilies Their faint vows declare. Came the shy pilgrim, I saw not he was there.
Quietly as tears fall On a warm sin, Softly as griefs call In a violin.
With no hail or tempest, Blue sword or flame, Love came so lightly I knew not that he came.
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# Lovato v. New Mexico

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United States Supreme Court
242 U.S. 199
Lovato v. New Mexico
Argued: November 16, 1916. --- Decided: December 11, 1916
Mr. T. B. Catron for plaintiff in error.
Mr. Frank W. Clancy, Attorney General of New Mexico, for defendant in error.
Mr. Chief Justice White delivered the opinion of the court:

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# Love's Blindness

Now do I know that Love is blind, for I Can see no beauty on this beauteous earth, No life, no light, no hopefulness, no mirth, Pleasure nor purpose, when thou art not nigh. Thy absence exiles sunshine from the sky, Seres Spring's maturity, checks Summer's birth, Leaves linnet's pipe as sad as plover's cry, And makes me in abundance find but dearth. But when thy feet flutter the dark, and thou With orient eyes dawnest on my distress, Suddenly sings a bird on every bough, The heavens expand, the earth grows less and less, The ground is buoyant as the ether now, And all looks lovely in thy loveliness.
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# Max Havelaar

A culturally and socially significant 1860 novel by Multatuli (the pen name of Eduard Douwes Dekker) which was to play a key role in shaping and modifying Dutch colonial policy in the Dutch East Indies in the nineteenth and early twentieth century. In the novel, the protagonist, Max Havelaar, tries to battle against a corrupt government system in Java, which was a Dutch colony at the time.Warning: template has been deprecated.
English-language translations of Max Havelaar include:
* Max Havelaar, translation into English, by Alphonse Nahuijs (1868)
* Max Havelaar, translation into English, by Willem Siebenhaar (1927)
* Max Havelaar, a Wikisource translation
# Max Havelaar (Nahuijs)

First English translation.
Max Havelaar.
Edinburgh: Printed by Thomas Constable,
for
Edmonston and Douglas.
| London | Hamilton, Adams, and Co. |
| Cambridge | Macmillan and Co. |
| Dublin | M’Glashan and Gill. |
| Glasgow | James MacLehose. |
Max Havelaar
or the Coffee Auctions of the Dutch Trading Company.
by
Multatuli.
Translated from the Original Manuscript by
Baron Alphonse Nahuÿs.
Edinburgh
Edmonston & Douglas
1868.
[All rights reserved.]
* Preface
* Dedication
* Motto
* Chapter 1
* Chapter 2
* Chapter 3
* Chapter 4
* Chapter 5
* Chapter 6
* Chapter 7
* Chapter 8
* Chapter 9
* Chapter 10
* Chapter 11
* Chapter 12
* Chapter 13
* Chapter 14
* Chapter 15
* Chapter 16
* Chapter 17
* Chapter 18
* Chapter 19
* Chapter 20
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# McWilliams v. Commissioner of Internal Revenue

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United States Supreme Court
331 U.S. 694
McWilliams v. Commissioner of Internal Revenue
Argued: May 8, 1947. --- Decided: June 16, 1947
Mr. John A. Hadden, of Cleveland, Ohio, for petitioners.
Mr. Arnold Raum, of Washington, D.C., for respondent.
Mr. Chief Justice VINSON delivered the opinion of the Court.

## Notes

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# Me-ow

ME-OW
Words by HARRY D. KERR
Music by MEL KAUFMAN
​Joe Brown's wife was lonesome and blue, She wanted some kind of pet;
All day she cried, until he sighed,
"I'll search around the city
Till I find a kitty; So he brought one home just to see If it would be company,
They made him a ​bed, out in the shed,
Happily "good-night" then was said, but
CHORUS
All night long Angora sang his song,
Me-ow, Me-ow,
He gave a cabaret, but just one tune he'd play,
Me-ow, somehow,
"Wifey's longing for company
Changed, while he sang on merrily
That ever taunting growl,
That ever haunting howl,
Me-ow, Me-ow.
​All next day they gave him away,
But ev'ry time he came back;
A thing or two, Angora knew,
Each night upon the railing
You could hear him wailing;
All the neighbors were kept awake,
So they took him to the lake,
Twice they had him ​drowned, next day, no sound,
Then they went to bed all around, but
CHORUS
All night long Angora sang his song,
Me-ow, Me-ow,
He gave a cabaret, but just one tune he'd play,
Me-ow, somehow,
Folks say death and taxes are sure,
But Angora's song will endure,
When Angel Gabriel blows,
You'll hear that cat of Joe's,
Me-ow, Me-ow.
Copyright MCMXIX by Sam Fox Publishing Co., Cleveland, O.
International Copyright Secured Copyright Canada
Copyright for Europe and British Empire (excluding Canada) Boxworth & Co., London.
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# Me at the zoo

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"Me at the zoo" is the first video uploaded to YouTube, on April 23, 2005, 8:31:52 p.m. PDT. The original video was published with the title in sentence case.
Cast and Crew :
| Cast ||
| Role | Actor |
| Self | Jawed Karim |
| Crew ||
| Director | Yakov Lapitsky |
| Producer | Jawed Karim |
Jawed Karim All right, so, here we are, in front of the, uh, elephants, and the cool thing about these guys is that...is that they have really, really, really long, um, trunks, and that's...that's cool. And that's pretty much all there is to say.
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# Lustra/Ite

Ite
Go, my songs, seek your praise from the young and from the intolerant, Move among the lovers of perfection alone. Seek ever to stand in the hard Sophoclean light And take your wounds from it gladly.
# Lustra/Meditatio

Meditatio
When I carefully consider the curious habits of dogs I am compelled to conclude That man is the superior animal.
When I consider the curious habits of man I confess, my friend, I am puzzled.
# Lustra/Old Idea of Choan by Rosoriu

Old Idea of Choan by Rosoriu
I.
Dark oxen, white horses, drag on the seven coaches with outriders. The coaches are perfumed wood, The jewelled chair is held up at the crossway, Before the royal lodge a glitter of golden saddles, awaiting the princess, They eddy before the gate of the barons. The canopy embroidered with dragons drinks in and casts back the sun.
Evening comes. The trappings are bordered with mist. The hundred cords of mist are spread through and double the trees, Night birds, and night women, spread out their sounds through the gardens.
II.
crowd over the thousand gates, Trees that glitter like jade, terraces tinged with silver, The seed of a myriad hues, A net-work of arbours and passages and covered ways, Double towers, winged roofs, border the net-work of ways: A place of felicitous meeting. Riu's house stands out on the sky, with glitter of colour As Butei of Kan had made the high golden lotus to gather his dews, Before it another house which I do not know: How shall we know all the friends whom we meet on strange roadways?
# Lustra/L'Art, 1910

L'Art, 1910
Green arsenic smeared on an egg-white cloth, Crushed strawberries! Come, let us feast our eyes.
# Lustra/Lament of the Frontier Guard

Lament of the Frontier Guard
By the North Gate, the wind blows full of sand, Lonely from the beginning of time until now! Trees fall, the grass goes yellow with autumn. I climb the towers and towers to watch out the barbarous land: Desolate castle, the sky, the wide desert. There is no wall left to this village. Bones white with a thousand frosts, High heaps, covered with trees and grass; Who brought this to pass? Who has brought the flaming imperial anger? Who has brought the army with drums and with kettle-drums? Barbarous kings. A gracious spring, turned to blood-ravenous autumn, A turmoil of wars-men, spread over the middle kingdom, Three hundred and sixty thousand, And sorrow, sorrow like rain. Sorrow to go, and sorrow, sorrow returning,
Desolate, desolate fields, And no children of warfare upon them, No longer the men for offence and defence. Ah, how shall you know the dreary sorrow at the North Gate, With Rihoku's name forgotten, And we guardsmen fed to the tigers. By Rihaku.
# Lustra/Ortus

Ortus
How have I laboured? How have I not laboured To bring her soul to birth, To give these elements a name and a centre!
She is beautiful as the sunlight, and as fluid. She has no name, and no place. How have I laboured to bring her soul into separation; To give her a name and her being!
Surely you are bound and entwined, You are mingled with the elements unborn; I have loved a stream and a shadow.
I beseech you enter your life. I beseech you learn to say "I" When I question you: For you are no part, but a whole; No portion, but a being.