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# The Wind Among the Reeds/The Host of the Air

THE HOST OF THE AIR
O'Driscoll drove with a song, The wild duck and the drake, From the tall and the tufted reeds Of the drear Hart Lake.
And he saw how the reeds grew dark At the coming of night tide, And dreamed of the long dim hair Of Bridget his bride.
He heard while he sang and dreamed A piper piping away, And never was piping so sad, And never was piping so gay.
And he saw young men and young girls Who danced on a level place And Bridget his bride among them, With a sad and a gay face.
And dancers crowded about him, And many a sweet thing said, And a young man brought him red wine And a young girl white bread.
But Bridget drew him by the sleeve, Away from the merry bands, To old men playing at cards With a twinkling of ancient hands.
The bread and the wine had a doom, For these were the host of the air; He say and played in a dream Of her long dim hair.
He played with the merry old men And thought not of evil chance, Until one bore Bridget his bride Away from the merry dance.
He bore her away in his arms, The handsomest young man there, And his neck and his breast and his arms Were drowned in her long dim hair.
O'Driscoll scattered the cards And out of his dream awoke: Old men and young men and young girls Were gone like a drifting smoke;
But he heard high up in the air A piper piping away, And never was piping so sad. And never was piping so gay.
# The Wind Among the Reeds/The Hosting of the Sidhe

THE HOSTING OF THE SIDHE
The host is riding from Knocknarea And over the grave of Clooth-na-bare; Caolte tossing his burning hair And Niamh calling Away, come away: Empty your heart of its mortal dream. The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round, Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound, Our breasts are heaving, our eyes are a-glean, Our arms are waving, our lips are apart; And if any gaze on our rushing band, We come between him and the deed of his hand,
We come between him and the hope of his heart. The host is rushing 'twixt night and day, And where is there hope or deed as fair? Caolte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling Away, come away.
# The Wind Among the Reeds/The Secret Rose

THE SECRET ROSE
Far off, most secret, and inviolate Rose, Enfold me in my hour of hours; where those
Who sought thee in the Holy Sepulchre, Or in the wine vat, dwell beyond the stir And tumult of defeated dreams; and deep Among pale eyelids, heavy with the sleep Men have named beauty. Thy great leaves enfold The ancient beards, the helms of ruby and gold Of the crowned Magi; and the king whose eyes
Saw the Pierced Hands and Road of elder rise In druid vapour and make the torches dim; Till vain frenzy awoke and he died; and him Who met Fand walking among ﬂaming dew By a gray shore where the wind never blew And lost the world and Emer for a kiss; And him who drove the gods out of their liss,
And till a hundred morns had ﬂowered red, Feasted and wept the barrows of his dead; And the proud dreaming king who ﬂung the crown And sorrow away, and calling hard and clown Dwelt among wine-stained wanderers in deep woods; And him who sold tillage, and house, and goods,
And sought through lands and islands numberless years, Until he found with laughter and with tears, A woman, of so shining loveliness, That men threshed corn at midnight by a tress, A little stolen tress. I, too, await The hour of thy great wind of love and hate. When shall the stars be blown about the sky, Like the sparks blown out of a smithy, and die? Surely thine hour has come, thy great wind blows, Far off, most secret, and inviolate Rose?
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# The Wind Among the Reeds/The Cap and Bells

THE CAP AND BELLS
The jester walked in the garden: The garden had fallen still; He bade his soul rise upward And stand on her window-sill.
It rose in a straight blue garment, When owls began to call: It had grown wise-tongued by thinking Of a quiet and light footfall;
But the young queen would not listen; She rose in her pale night gown; She drew in the heavy casement And pushed the latches down.
He bade his heart go to her, When the owls called out no more; In a red and quivering gament It sang to her through the door.
It had grown sweet-tongued by dreaming, Of a ﬂutter of ﬂower-like hair; But she took up her fan from the table And waved it off on the air.
'I have cap and bells' he pondered, 'I will send them to her and die;' And when the morning whitened He left them where she went by.
She laid them upon her bosom, Under a cloud of her hair, And her red lips sang them a love song: Till stars grew out of the air.
She opened her door and her window, And the heart and the soul came through, To her right hand came the red one, To her left hand came the blue,
They set up a noise like crickets, A chattering wise and sweet, And her hair was a folded ﬂower And the quiet of love in her feet.
# The Wind Among the Reeds/The Heart of the Woman

THE HEART OF THE WOMAN
O what to me the little room That was brimmed up with prayer and rest; He bade me out into the gloom, And my breast lies upon his breast
O what to me my mother’s care, The house where I was safe and warm; The shadowy blossom of my hair Will hide us from the bitter storm.
O hiding hair and dewy eyes, I am no more with life and death, My heart upon his warm heart lies, My breath is mixed into his breath.
# The Wind Among the Reeds/The Moods

THE MOODS
Time drops in decay, Like a candle burnt out, And the mountains and woods Have their day, have their day; What one in the rout Of the fire-born moods, Has fallen away?
# The Wind Among the Reeds/The Poet pleads with his Friend for old Friends

THE POET PLEADS WITH HIS FRIEND FOR OLD FRIENDS
Though you are in your shining days, Voices among the crowd And new friends busy with your praise, Be not unkind or proud, But think about old friends the most: Time's bitter ﬂood will rise, Your beauty perish and be lost For all eyes but these eyes.
# The Wind Among the Reeds/The Song of Wandering Aengus

THE SONG OF WANDERING AENGUS
I went out to the hazel wood, Because a fire was in my head, And cut and peeled a hazel wand, And hooked a berry to a thread; And when white moths were on the wing, And moth-like stars were flickering out, I dropped the berry in a steam And caught a little silver trout.
When I had laid it on the floor I went to blow the fire a-flame, But something rustled on the floor, And someone called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl With apple blossom in her hair Who called me by my name and ran And faded through the brightening air.
Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will ﬁnd out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done, The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun.
# The Works of Lord Byron (ed. Coleridge, Prothero)/Poetry/Volume 7/John Keats

JOHN KEATS.
Who killed John Keats? "I," says the Quarterly, So savage and Tartarly; "'T was one of my feats."
Who shot the arrow? "The poet-priest Milman (So ready to kill man) "Or Southey, or Barrow."
July 30, 1821. [First published, Letters and Journals, 1830, ii. 506.]
# The Works of Lord Byron (ed. Coleridge, Prothero)/Poetry/Volume 7/Lucietta. A Fragment

LUCIETTA. A FRAGMENT.
[From an autograph MS. in the possession of Mr. Murray, now for the first time printed.]
# The Works of Lord Byron (ed. Coleridge, Prothero)/Poetry/Volume 7/Journal in Cephalonia

JOURNAL IN CEPHALONIA.
The dead have been awakened—shall I sleep? The World's at war with tyrants—shall I crouch? The harvest's ripe—and shall I pause to reap? I slumber not; the thorn is in my Couch; Each day a trumpet soundeth in mine ear, Its echo in my heart——
June 19, 1823. [First published, Letters, 1901, vi. 238.]
# The Works of Lord Byron (ed. Coleridge, Prothero)/Poetry/Volume 7/La Revanche

[LA REVANCHE.]
1.
There is no more for me to hope, There is no more for thee to fear; And, if I give my Sorrow scope, That Sorrow thou shalt never hear.
​ Why did I hold thy love so dear? Why shed for such a heart one tear? Let deep and dreary silence be My only memory of thee!
2.
When all are fled who flatter now, Save thoughts which will not flatter then; And thou recall'st the broken vow To him who must not love again— Each hour of now forgotten years Thou, then, shalt number with thy tears; And every drop of grief shall be A vain remembrancer of me!
Undated, ?1812. [From an autograph MS. in the possession of Mr. Murray, now for the first time printed.]
# The Works of Lord Byron (ed. Coleridge, Prothero)/Poetry/Volume 7/Lines

LINES
ADDRESSED BY LORD BYRON TO MR. HOBHOUSE ON HIS ELECTION FOR WESTMINSTER.
Would you go to the house by the true gate, Much faster than ever Whig Charley went; Let Parliament send you to Newgate, And Newgate will send you to Parliament.
April 9, 1820. [First published, Miscellaneous Poems, printed for J. Bumpus, 1824.]
# The Works of Lord Byron (ed. Coleridge, Prothero)/Poetry/Volume 7/Love and Death

[LOVE AND DEATH.]
1.
I watched thee when the foe was at our side, Ready to strike at him—or thee and me. Were safety hopeless—rather than divide Aught with one loved save love and liberty:
2.
I watched thee on the breakers, when the rock Received our prow and all was storm and fear, And bade thee cling to me through every shock; This arm would be thy bark, or breast thy bier.
3.
I watched thee when the fever glazed thine eyes, Yielding my couch and stretched me on the ground, When overworn with watching, ne'er to rise From thence if thou an early grave hadst found.
4.
The earthquake came, and rocked the quivering wall, And men and nature reeled as if with wine. ​Whom did I seek around the tottering hall? For thee. Whose safety first provide for? Thine.
5.
And when convulsive throes denied my breath The faintest utterance to my fading thought, To thee—to thee—e'en in the gasp of death My spirit turned, oh! oftener than it ought.
6.
Thus much and more; and yet thou lov'st me not, And never wilt! Love dwells not in our will. Nor can I blame thee, though it be my lot To strongly, wrongly, vainly love thee still.
[First published, Murray's Magazine, February, 1887, vol. i. pp. 145, 146.]
# The Works of Lord Byron (ed. Coleridge, Prothero)/Poetry/Volume 7/Impromptu

IMPROMPTU.
Beneath Blessington's eyes The reclaimed Paradise Should be free as the former from evil; But if the new Eve For an Apple should grieve, What mortal would not play the Devil?
April, 1823. [First published, Letters and Journals, 1830, ii. 635.]
# The Works of Lord Byron (ed. Coleridge, Prothero)/Poetry/Volume 7/Last Words on Greece

LAST WORDS ON GREECE.
What are to me those honours or renown Past or to come, a new-born people's cry? Albeit for such I could despise a crown Of aught save laurel, or for such could die. I am a fool of passion, and a frown Of thine to me is as an adder's eye. To the poor bird whose pinion fluttering down Wafts unto death the breast it bore so high; ​Such is this maddening fascination grown, So strong thy magic or so weak am I.
[First published, Murray's Magazine, February, 1887, vol. i. p. 146.]
# The Works of Lord Byron (ed. Coleridge, Prothero)/Poetry/Volume 7/Martial, Lib. I. Epig. I.

MARTIAL, Lib. I. Epig. I.
"Hic est, quem legis, ille, quem requiris, Toto notus in orbe Martialis," etc.
He, unto whom thou art so partial, Oh, reader! is the well-known Martial, The Epigrammatist: while living, Give him the fame thou would'st be giving; So shall he hear, and feel, and know it— Post-obits rarely reach a poet.
[N.D.? 1821.] [First published, Lord Byron's Works, 1833, xvii. 245.]
# The Works of Lord Byron (ed. Coleridge, Prothero)/Poetry/Volume 4/Aristomenes

ARISTOMENES.
Canto First.
1.
The Gods of old are silent on their shore. Since the great Pan expired, and through the roar Of the Ionian waters broke a dread Voice which proclaimed "the Mighty Pan is dead." How much died with him! false or true—the dream Was beautiful which peopled every stream With more than finny tenants, and adorned The woods and waters with coy nymphs that scorned Pursuing Deities, or in the embrace Of gods brought forth the high heroic race10 Whose names are on the hills and o'er the seas.
Cephalonia, Sept$^{r.}$ 10$^{th.}$ 1823. [From an autograph MS. in the possession of the Lady Dorchester, now for the first time printed.]
# The Works of Lord Byron (ed. Coleridge, Prothero)/Poetry/Volume 7/Quem Deus vult perdere prius dementat

QUEM DEUS VULT PERDERE PRIUS DEMENTAT.
God maddens him whom 't is his will to lose, And gives the choice of death or phrenzy—choose.
[First published, Letters, 1900, iv. 93.]
# The Works of Lord Byron (ed. Coleridge, Prothero)/Poetry/Volume 7/Song for the Luddites

SONG FOR THE LUDDITES.
1.
As the Liberty lads o'er the sea Bought their freedom, and cheaply, with blood, So we, boys, we Will die fighting, or live free, And down with all kings but King Ludd!
2.
When the web that we weave is complete, And the shuttle exchanged for the sword, We will fling the winding sheet O'er the despot at our feet, And dye it deep in the gore he has poured.
3.
Though black as his heart its hue, Since his veins are corrupted to mud, Yet this is the dew Which the tree shall renew Of Liberty, planted by Ludd!
December 24, 1816. [First published, Letters and Journals, 1830, ii. 58.]
# The Works of Lord Byron (ed. Coleridge, Prothero)/Poetry/Volume 7/The Conquest

THE CONQUEST.
The Son of Love and Lord of War I sing; Him who bade England bow to Normandy, And left the name of Conqueror more than King To his unconquerable dynasty. Not fanned alone by Victory's fleeting wing, He reared his bold and brilliant throne on high; The Bastard kept, like lions, his prey fast, And Britain's bravest Victor was the last.
March 8-9, 1823. [First published, Lord Byron's Works, 1833, xvii. 246.]
# The Works of Lord Byron (ed. Coleridge, Prothero)/Poetry/Volume 7/R. C. Dallas

[R. C. DALLAS.]
Yes! wisdom shines in all his mien, Which would so captivate, I ween, Wisdom's own goddess Pallas; ​That she'd discard her fav'rite owl, And take for pet a brother fowl, Sagacious R. C. Dallas.
[First published, Life, Writings, Opinions, etc., 1825, ii. 192.]
# The Works of Lord Byron (ed. Coleridge, Prothero)/Poetry/Volume 7/Substitute for an Epitaph

SUBSTITUTE FOR AN EPITAPH.
Kind Reader! take your choice to cry or laugh; Here Harold lies—but where's his Epitaph? If such you seek, try Westminster, and view Ten thousand just as fit for him as you.
Athens, 1810. [First published, Lord Byron's Works, 1832, ix. 4.]
# The Works of Lord Byron (ed. Coleridge, Prothero)/Poetry/Volume 7/The Charity Ball

THE CHARITY BALL.
What matter the pangs of a husband and father, If his sorrows in exile be great or be small, So the Pharisee's glories around her she gather, And the saint patronises her "Charity Ball!"
​What matters—a heart which, though faulty, was feeling, Be driven to excesses which once could appal— That the Sinner should suffer is only fair dealing, As the Saint keeps her charity back for "the Ball!"
December 10, 1820. [First published, Letters and Journals, 1830, ii. 540.]
# The Works of Lord Byron (ed. Coleridge, Prothero)/Poetry/Volume 7/On this Day I complete my Thirty-sixth Year

ON THIS DAY I COMPLETE MY THIRTY-SIXTH YEAR.
1.
'T is time this heart should be unmoved, Since others it hath ceased to move: Yet, though I cannot be beloved, Still let me love!
2.
My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of Love are gone; The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone!
3.
The fire that on my bosom preys Is lone as some Volcanic isle; No torch is kindled at its blaze— A funeral pile.
4.
The hope, the fear, the jealous care, The exalted portion of the pain And power of love, I cannot share, But wear the chain.
5.
But 't is not thus—and 't is not here— Such thoughts should shake my soul, nor now Where Glory decks the hero's bier, Or binds his brow.
6.
The Sword, the Banner, and the Field, Glory and Greece, around me see! The Spartan, borne upon his shield, Was not more free.
7.
Awake! (not Greece—she is awake!) Awake, my spirit! Think through whom ​Thy life-blood tracks its parent lake, And then strike home!
8.
Tread those reviving passions down, Unworthy manhood!—unto thee Indifferent should the smile or frown Of Beauty be.
9.
If thou regret'st thy youth, why live? The land of honourable death Is here:—up to the Field, and give Away thy breath!
10.
Seek out—less often sought than found— A soldier's grave, for thee the best; Then look around, and choose thy ground, And take thy Rest.
Missolonghi, Jan. 22, 1824. [First published, Morning Chronicle, October 29, 1824.]
* ↑ ["This morning Lord Byron came from his bedroom into the apartment where Colonel Stanhope and some friends were assembled, and said with a smile—'You were complaining, the other day, that I never write any poetry now:—this is my birthday, and I have just finished something, which, I think, is better than what I usually write.' He then produced these noble and affecting verses, which were afterwards found written in his journals, with only the following introduction: 'Jan. 22; on this day I complete my 36th year.'"—A Narrative of Lord Byron's Last Journey to Greece, 1825, p. 125, by Count Gamba. In the Morning Chronicle, October 29, 1824, the lines are headed, "Lord Byron's Latest Verses," and are prefaced by the following note: " We have been indebted to a friend for the following immortal verses, the last he ever composed. Four of the lines have already appeared in an article in the Westminster Review" ("Lord Byron in Greece," July, 1824, vol. ii. p. 227).]
* ↑ Is like to ——.—[M.C.]
* ↑ —— it is not here.—[M.C.]
* ↑ —— seals the hero's bier.—[M. C.]
* ↑ The steed—the Banner—and the Field.—[MS. B.M.]
* ↑ [The slain were borne on their shields. Witness the Spartan mother's speech to her son, delivered with his buckler: "either with this or on this" (B.M. Addit. MS. 31, 038).]
* ↑ My life-blood tastes ——.—[M.C.]
* ↑ I tread reviving ——.—[M. C.]
# The Works of Lord Byron (ed. Coleridge, Prothero)/Poetry/Volume 7/Song to the Suliotes

SONG TO THE SULIOTES.
1.
Up to battle! Sons of Suli Up, and do your duty duly! There the wall—and there the Moat is: Bouwah! Bouwah! Suliotes! There is booty—there is Beauty, Up my boys and do your duty.
2.
By the sally and the rally Which defied the arms of Ali; By your own dear native Highlands, By your children in the islands, Up and charge, my Stratiotes, Bouwah!—Bouwah!—Suliotes!
3.
As our ploughshare is the Sabre: Here's the harvest of our labour; For behind those battered breaches Are our foes with all their riches: There is Glory—there is plunder— Then away despite of thunder!
[From an autograph MS. in the possession of Mr. Murray, now for the first time printed.]
# The Works of Lord Byron (ed. Coleridge, Prothero)/Poetry/Volume 7/Stanzas

STANZAS.
When a man hath no freedom to fight for at home, Let him combat for that of his neighbours; ​Let him think of the glories of Greece and of Rome, And get knocked on the head for his labours.
To do good to Mankind is the chivalrous plan, And is always as nobly requited; Then battle for Freedom wherever you can, And, if not shot or hanged, you'll get knighted.
November 5, 1820. [First published, Letters and Journals, 1830, ii. 377.]
# Thompson v. Coastal Oil Company/Concurrence Harlan

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United States Supreme Court
352 U.S. 862
Thompson v. Coastal Oil Company
Mr. Justice HARLAN concurs in the result, but would have preferred to remand the case to the Court of Appeals for determination as to whether the District Court properly found the vessel unseaworthy.
Mr. Justice REED, Mr. Justice FRANKFURTER, Mr. Justice BURTON, and Mr. Justice MINTON dissent.

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# Thompson v. Darden

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United States Supreme Court
198 U.S. 310
Thompson v. Darden
Argued: March 3, 1905. --- Decided: May 15, 1905
Mr. Robert M. Hughes for plaintiff in error.
[Argument of Counsel from pages 310-312 intentionally omitted]
Messrs. D. Tucker Brooke, John W. Daniel, R. C. Marshall, and Fred Harper for defendant in error.
Mr. Justice White delivered the opinion of the court:

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# Thompson v. Consolidated Gas Utilities Corporation

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United States Supreme Court
300 U.S. 55
Thompson v. Consolidated Gas Utilities Corporation
Argued: Nov. 18, 19, 1936. --- Decided: Feb 1, 1937
On Appeal from the District Court of the United States for the Western District of Texas.
[Syllabus from pages 55-57 intentionally omitted]
Messrs. Wm. Madden Hill, of Dallas, Tex., C.C. Small, of Amarillo, Tex., and Wm. McCraw and W. J. Holt, both of Austin, Tex., for appellants.
Mr. S. A. L. Morgan, of Amarillo, Tex., for appellees.
Mr. Justice BRANDEIS delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Thompson v. Ferry

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United States Supreme Court
180 U.S. 484
Thompson v. Ferry
Argued: February 25, 1901. --- Decided: March 18, 1901

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# Thompson v. Coastal Oil Company/Opinion of the Court

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United States Supreme Court
352 U.S. 862
Thompson v. Coastal Oil Company
The judgment of the United States Court of Appeals for the Third Circuit is reversed and the judgment of the United States District Court for the District of New Jersey is reinstated.

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