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# Tower of Ivory/Immortality

IMMORTALITY
I
As it hath been, it shall be evermore.
The shadow of the dawning future creeps
Across the drowsy dial-face, and sweeps
The graven numbers marked and told before
By old forgotten hours. So ever o'er
The paths of yesterday to-morrow keeps
A slow insistent course, and evening reaps
Eternity on every sunset shore.
From slumber into slumber all things go;
Our yesterday is dawned from infinite
Oblivion; to-morrow's fading light
Shall darken to that misted morn, and lo!
No terror clothes the oblivion we know.
Breathe deep the gloaming of death's second night.
IMMORTALITY
II
Since Golgotha the learned doctors prate
Of peace and easeful immortality,
As if strange fruit of that accursed tree
Had bloomed and withered but to dissipate
Old fears, and that a glutton world might sate
Eternal longings with eternity—
A world content the cross of Christ should be
Its suffering and death impersonate.
Ah, Lord, wouldst Thou we let Thy blood redeem,
Thy torture comfort, and Thy sorrow save?
Or, restless, labor with the soul God gave,
Aspire and suffer, follow beauty's gleam,
Endure the barren agony of dream,
And win brief life—not freedom from the grave?
IMMORTALITY
III
Nay, I have lived before, and otherwhere
Have lolled against the breast of God's Unseen,
And watched Infinities of Things careen
With shouted laughter down the startled air,
And caught the Truth by his entangled hair,
And plucked at Beauty's burnished wing to preen
A broken feather from its golden sheen,
And smiled with Love, slow walking, white in vair.
How else—when you come running to surprise
My heart with sudden arms about my throat,
And laugh with such a wishful little note—
How else am I, Love's acolyte, so wise
To know that dreams and passion turned devote,
And joy grown sad, are Love with wide girl's eyes?
# Tower of Ivory/Echo

ECHO
When in the winter of heart's desire
Sirens are dead, and the songs of fey
Jangled and flat on a musty lyre,
What shall we call to-day?
Miracle wrought from a laugh, a kiss,
Mystery, wonder and breath of May,—
How shall our hearts remember this
When it is yesterday?
# Tower of Ivory/Escape

ESCAPE
Ships that down the long seas blow,
Gulls that slope the winter stars,
Ye that earth's wide highways know,
Gleam of white wings, gloom of spars,
Ye that follow shattered suns,
Ye that seek the smouldering day,
Lead me where the long road runs,
Lead me your desired way.
Through the intricate dim mind
Seek I after splendid things,
Never hearing where, behind
Pulse of brain, the high soul sings.
Toward the mirror of myself,
Down the ways my own feet trace,
Seek I the eternal God,
Find I there—the seeker's face.
Teach me utterly to leave
This blind dream within a dream,
Where the mole-like senses weave
Out of their deep night a gleam;
Lead me where the bitter sea
Stings unseeing eyes with sight,
Mocks the heart's uncertainty
With itself, stern infinite,
Numbs the brain that comprehends
Neither end nor endlessness,—
Save the solemn flesh that tends
Solemnly its vineyard press;
Where the present hand of God
Gleams across the tempest, where
Naked I may feel His rod,
Pray, unfettered then with prayer.
Ye that follow shattered suns,
Ye that seek the ash of days,
Lead me where the long road runs,
Lead me your desired ways.
# Tower of Ivory/Charity

CHARITY
Since my Beloved chambered me
To beat within her breast,
And took my soul to light a shrine
Her soul had decked and dressed,
And caught my songs about her throat,—
Dissected, known, confessed,
I dwell within her charity
A half-unwelcome guest.
# Tower of Ivory/Imagery

IMAGERY
The tremulously mirrored clouds lie deep,
Enchanted towers bosomed in the stream,
And blossomed coronals of white-thorn gleam
Within the water where the willows sleep—
Still-imaged willow-leaves whose shadows steep
The far-reflected sky in dark of dream;
And glimpsed therein the sun-winged swallows seem
As fleeting memories to those who weep.
So mirrored in thy heart are all desires,
Eternal longings, Youth's inheritance,
All hopes that token immortality,
All griefs whereto immortal grief aspires.
Aweary of a world's reality,
I dream above the imaged pool, Romance.
# Tower of Ivory/Jason

JASON
I lay where stain of poppies crept
Across a summer hill,
And drowsy droning grasses slept
With heavy heads, and wild bees kept
Their slumbrous music still.
I lay and let my lazy dreams
Drift with the idle breeze
Like leaves that float on autumn streams,
Gilded as fairy quinqueremes,
Down to their magic seas.
I dreamed,—and all the fragrant earth
Was as a sailing cloud.
From tears and sorrows, for my mirth
I wove a rainbow mist, and birth
I folded in death's shroud.
I dreamed, but ever from the vale
Beneath the sun-drowsed hills,
There rose the pulsing of the flail,
The hiss of scythes, the mower's hail,
The hum of water mills:
And through the voices of the fields
A sweeter voice that said,
"It is the coward heart that yields
To dreams its heritage, nor wields
A sword unscabbarded."
Ah, voice that singeth bravely there,
Dost think that dreams are peace?
Dost think it cowardice to dare
Eternity of blind despair
For gold of fairy fleece?
# Tower of Ivory/Foreword

FOREWORD
On the departure for France of my friend and former pupil, Mr. MacLeish, in the Federal service, it became my privilege to prepare his manuscript for publication and see it through the press. In this editorial capacity I have been beset by but one misgiving—the apprehension, namely, that the casual reader might, unless forewarned, read these poems for their lilt and melodic charm alone without ever penetrating beneath their surface. Since this would be a grievous vexation to Mr. MacLeish himself, for in his eyes lyrical tunefulness is far less important than vital underlying idea, I venture to insist upon the intellectual content of his work and to suggest the fundamental conviction animating most of it. Under various symbols he is passionately appealing for the intuitive apprehension of reality as against the baffling limitations of the reason and the senses—as, for example, in "Our Lady of Troy," where the tragedy of Faustus lies in his purblind ​reliance upon positivist science to the exclusion of the visioned aesthetic gospel proclaimed by Helen. There are, of course, other ideas in the volume, such as the subtle qualitative definition in "An Eternity," the curious problem of remembered inspiration in "Echo," and the different reactions in the war poems; but on the whole his title, "Tower of Ivory," adequately represents his predominating idealistic conception, that against all the assaults of arid rationalism and crass materialism, against all the riddles of endless speculation and brutal experience, there is an impregnable tower of refuge into which man may enter, in the spirit, and find there the true values and eternal verities which alone can make him victorious over the world. So much for the content of his work: his command of the beauty of poetic form may be left to speak for itself.
Lawrence Mason.
September 12, 1917. New Haven, Conn.
# Tower of Ivory/Grief

GRIEF
Hadst thou been queen in Babylon,
My queen who lies so still,
A proud tumultuous pyre had shone
Upon thy burial hill.
And gold and pearl and amethyst,
Thy crown, thy gilded lyre,
Thy very slaves had kept thee tryst
In that high flaming fire.
And there had flung an ancient dirge
Against the burnished sky,
Like ocean threnodies that surge
And swell and swooning die.
But Love has crucified Death's fears,
The grave has set thee free,
And all the sweetness of slow tears
Is turned to mockery.
O white Lord Christ, Thy love's caress,
Thy prophecy that saith
These dead shall wake from weariness,
Shames all who mourn for death;
And faith in immortality,
Affrighted blind belief
That troubles death's reality,
Has crushed dim fragrant grief.
Nay, I were mad to weep for thee,—
But oh thy silken hair!
And oh the twilight memory,
The darkening despair!
See then, it is not thee I weep,
It is not thou art dead.
Thy lidded eyes are but asleep,
And weary thy dear head;
I weep the silver dreams we wrought,
Long years, long years ago;
I weep the sun-drowsed days that caught
Our dreams in their sweet flow.
# Tower of Ivory/Indian Summers

INDIAN SUMMERS
(1)
The Day of Falling Leaves
When gold October reaves
The May's
Lost Roundelays,
When Autumn stoops to list
The wind, mad organist,
Pipe tunes
Of dancing Junes,
And Autumn's butterflies
Drift earthward, petal-wise,
A-swing
On perilous wing,—
(2)
So, in our passion's death,
When knowledge whispereth
With wise
Unholy eyes,
And thy sweet flowered mouth
Is grey with Autumn's drouth
And love
Dreams not thereof,
Our Day of Falling Leaves
Calls back the Spring, deceives
The sense
With transience.
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# The miscellaneous botanical works of Robert Brown/Volume 1/Catalogue of plants found in Spitzbergen by Captain Scoresby

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CATALOGUE OF PLANTS
FOUND IN
SPITZBERGEN
BY
CAPTAIN SCORESBY.
BY ROBERT BROWN, F.R.S.
[Reprinted from "An Account of the Arctic Regions," by W. Scoresby, Jun., F.R.S.E. Vol. 1, Appendix, No. V, pp. 75, 76.]
EDINBURGH.
1820.
CATALOGUE OF PLANTS
FOUND IN
SPITZBERGEN.
Hexandria.
Luzula campestris, Juncus campestris, L.
Decandria.
Andromeda tetragona, Linné. Saxifraga oppositifolia, L. ——— cernua, L. ——— var. nivalis, L. ——— cæspitosa, β grœnlandica, Wahlenb. lapp. 119. Cerastium alpinum, α hirsutum, Wahlenb. lapp., 136.
Icosandria.
Dryas octopetala, L.
Polyandria.
Papaver radicatum, Rottb. Vix diversum a P. nudicaule, L. Ranunculus sulphureus, Soland. in Phipps' Voyage.
Didynamia.
Pedicularis hirsuta, L.
Tetradynamia.
Cochlearia grœnlandica? Vel C. Anglica, Wahl. lapp. Cardamine bellidifolia, L. Draba alpina, L.
Diœcia.
Salix polaris, Wahlenb. lapp., 261.
Cryptogamia.
Trichostomum lanuginosum. Hypnum dendroides. ——— rufescens?
Bryum ventricosum, Smith brit. ——— ligulatum? Dicrani species? Andreæa alpina. Ulva ? [76Fucus forsan nov. sp. prope alatum sed absque fructific. ——— plumosus. ——— sinuatus. Conferva ? ——— nigra? Cenomyce furcata, Achar. Syn., 276. ——— pocillum, Id., 253. Solorina crocea, Id., 8. Alectoria jubata, β chalybeiformis, Id. 291.
Lecanora murorum, var, Id. 181. Lecidea atrovirens, Id. 24. Gyrophora hirsuta, Id. 69. ——— erosa, Id. 65. ——— proboscidea, Id. 64. Endocarpum sinopieum, Id. 98. Sphærophoron coralloides, Id. 287. Parmelia stygia, Id. ——— recurva, Id. 206? ——— sp. nov.? sed absque fructific. Peltidea canina? Cetraria nivalis, Id. 228. Cornicularia aculeata, β spadicea, Id. 300. Usnea? prope U. melaxantham, Id. 303. Stereocaulon paschale, Id. 284.
# Traits and Trials of Early Life/The Dead Robin

THE DEAD ROBIN.
"It is dead—it is dead—it will wake no more With the earliest light, as it wak'd before—
And singing, as if it were glad to wake,
And wanted our longer sleep to break;
We found it a little unfledg'd thing,
With no plume to smooth and no voice to sing;
The father and mother both were gone,
And the callow nurseling left alone.
 "For a wind, as fierce as those from the sea,
Had broken the boughs of the apple tree;
The scattered leaves lay thick on the ground,
And among them the nest and the bird we found.
We warm'd it, and fed it, and made it a nest
Of Indian cotton, and watch'd its rest;
Its feathers grew soft, and its wings grew strong,
And happy it seemed as the day was long.
 "Do you remember its large dark eye,
How it brightened, when one of us came nigh?
How it would stretch its throat and sing,
And beat the osier cage with its wing,
Till we let it forth, and it perched on our hand—
It needed not hood, nor silken band,
Like the falcons we read of, in days gone by,
Linked to the wrist lest away they should fly.
"But our bird knew not of the free blue air,
He had lived in his cage, and his home was there;
No flight had he in the green wood flown—
He pined not for freedom he never had known!
If he had lived amid leaf and bough
It had been cruel to fetter him now;
For I have seen a poor bird die,
And all for love of his native sky.
 "But our's would come to our cup and sip,
And peck the sugar away from our lip—
Would sit on our shoulder and sing, then creep
And nestle in our hands to sleep:
There is the water, and there is the seed—
Its cage hung round with the green chickweed;
But the food is untouched—the song is unheard—
Cold and stiff lies our beautiful bird."
# Traitor

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## Novels

* The Traitor (1907), a novel by Thomas Frederick Dixon
* The Traitor (1912), a novel by Emma Orczy

## Plays

* The Traitor (1631), a play by James Shirley
   * The Traitor (1718), a reworking of this play by Christopher Bullock
* The Traitor (1908), a stage adaptation of Dixon's novel

## Poems

* "The Traitor" (1917, "Judas am I, or Peter"), a poem by John Cowper Powys
* "The Traitor" (1914, "'Down with the Teutons!' rose the people's cry"), a poem by R. A. Thorold

## Short stories

* "Traitor" (1916), a short story by John Joy Bell
* "Traitors" (1902), a short story by Albert Kinross
# Traits and Trials of Early Life

TRAITS AND TRIALS
OF
EARLY LIFE.
BY L. E. L.
AUTHOR OF "THE IMPROVISATRICE," &c.
LONDON:
HENRY COLBURN:
13, GREAT MARLBOROUGH STREET.
1836.
CONTENTS. :
| | PAGE |
| THE TWIN SISTERS | 1 |
| THE LITTLE BOY'S BED TIME | 111 |
| THE SAILOR | 113 |
| THE LADY MARIAN | 115 |
| THE PRISONER | 119 |
| MABEL DACRE'S FIRST LESSONS | 121 |
| THE DEAD ROBIN | 145 |
| THE SOLDIER'S HOME | 147 |
| THE INDIAN ISLAND | 151 |
| FRANCES BEAUMONT | 185 |
| THE HISTORY OF A CHILD | 281 |
PREFACE.
This volume is of a different order from those of mine which the public have hitherto received with such indulgence. I trust that it will win an equally kind reception. My few words of preface must be rather addressed to those who direct my present class of readers, than to the readers themselves. My object has been rather to interest than to amuse; to excite the imagination through the softening medium of the feelings. Sympathy is the surest destruction of selfishness. Children, like the grown person, grow the better for participation in the sufferings where their own only share is pity. They are also the better for the generous impulse which leads them to rejoice in the hope and happiness of others, though themselves have nothing in common with the objects of their emotion. Such is the aim of my principal narratives. In the first, I endeavour to soften the heart by a kindly regret for unmerited sorrow. ​The very youngest ought to know how much there is to endure in existence; it will teach them thankfulness in their own more fortunate lot, and meekness in bearing their own lighter burthens. In the other tales I have rather sought to show how exertion, under difficult circumstances, is rewarded by success. Young and old, rich and poor, have their troubles; and all experience will bear me out in the assertion, that patience, fortitude, and affection, are ever strong in obtaining the mastery over them. Early lessons of cheerful endurance cannot be better taught than by example.
Wordsworth truly says "that, with the young, poetry is a passion." My aim in the poems scattered through these pages has been to make one taste cultivate another, and to render the flowers scattered around our daily path, and the loveliness of nature, yet dearer because associated with the early affections and with snatches of song. To connect the external object with the internal emotion is the sweetest privilege of poetry.
I can now only entreat a continuance of that favour which has so long excited my hope, and still more, my gratitude.
L. E. L.
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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# Trainor Company v. Aetna Casualty & Surety Company

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United States Supreme Court
290 U.S. 47
Trainor Company v. Aetna Casualty & Surety Company
Argued: Oct. 12, 1933. --- Decided: Nov 6, 1933
Messrs. David L. Ullman and Joseph J. Brown, both of Philadelphia, Pa., for petitioner.
[Argument of Counsel from pages 48-49 intentionally omitted]
Mr. Joseph W. Henderson, of Philadelphia, Pa., for respondent.
[Argument of Counsel from pages 49-51 intentionally omitted]
Mr. Justice SUTHERLAND 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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# To accompany a manual of bird study/Chaetura pelagica

Chaetura pelagica
Chimney Swift—5½ inches
# To accompany a manual of bird study/Hirundinidae

Hirundinidae
1. Purple Martin
Shining blue black wings and wings and tail duller
2. Eave or Cliff Swallow
Back and crown steel blue, forehead cream white, throat and sides of the head chestnut, breast brownish gray, under parts whitish
3. Sandbank Swallow
Upper parts and band on breast brownish gray, throat and under parts white
4. Barn Swallow
Upper parts dark blue, forehead, throat and breast reddish brown
5. Tree Swallow
Upper parts dark blue or green, throat and under parts white
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# Underwoods/Sing clearlier, Muse

XXXI
Sing clearlier, Muse, or evermore be still, Sing truer or no longer sing! No more the voice of melancholy Jacques To wake a weeping echo in the hill; But as the boy, the pirate of the spring, From the green elm a living linnet takes, One natural verse recapture—then be still.
# Underwoods/The Blast—1875

VII
THE BLAST—1875
It's rainin'. Weet's the gairden sod, Weet the lang roads whaur gangrels plod— A maist unceevil thing o' God In mid July— If ye'll just curse the sneckdraw, dod! An' sae wull I!
He's a braw place in Heev'n, ye ken, An' lea's us puir, forjaskit men Clamjamfried in the but and ben He ca's the earth— A wee bit inconvenient den No muckle worth;
​An' whiles, at orra times, keeks out, Sees what puir mankind are about; An' if He can, I've little doubt, Upsets their plans; He hates a' mankind, brainch and root, An a' that's man's.
An' whiles, whan they tak heart again, An' life i' the sun looks braw an' plain, Doun comes a jaw o' droukin' rain Upon their honours— God sends a spate outower the plain, Or mebbe thun'ers.
Lord safe us, life's an unco thing! Simmer an' Winter, Yule an' Spring, The damned, dour-heartit seasons bring A feck o' trouble. I wadnae try't to be a king— No, nor for double.
​But since we're in it, willy-nilly, We maun be watchfü', wise an' skilly, An' no mind ony ither billy, Lassie nor God. But drink—that's my best counsel till 'e: Sae tak the nod.
# Underwoods/The Counterblast Ironical

IX
THE COUNTERBLAST IRONICAL
It's strange that God should fash to frame The yearth and lift sae hie, An' clean forget to explain the same To a gentleman like me.
They gutsy, donnered ither folk, Their weird they weel may dree; But why present a pig in a poke To a gentleman like me?
They ither folk their parritch eat An' sup their sugared tea; But the mind is no to be wyled wi' meat Wi' a gentleman like me.
​They ither folk, they court their joes At gloamin' on the lea; But they're made of a commoner clay, I suppose, Than a gentleman like me.
They ither folk, for richt or wrang, They suffer, bleed, or dee; But a' thir things are an emp'y sang To a gentleman like me.
It's a different thing that I demand, Tho' humble as can be— A statement fair in my Maker's hand To a gentleman like me:
A clear account writ fair an' broad, An' a plain apologie; Or the deevil a ceevil word to God From a gentleman like me.
# Underwoods/The Country of the Camisards

XXXIII
THE COUNTRY OF THE CAMISARDS
We travelled in the print of olden wars, Yet all the land was green, And love we found, and peace, Where fire and war had been.
They pass and smile, the children of the sword— No more the sword they wield; And O, how deep the corn Along the battlefield!
# Underwoods/Skerryvore

XXXIV
SKERRYVORE
For love of lovely words, and for the sake Of those, my kinsmen and my countrymen, Who early and late in the windy ocean toiled To plant a star for seamen, where was then The surfy haunt of seals and cormorants: I, on the lintel of this cot, inscribe The name of a strong tower.