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# United States Statutes at Large/Volume 6/13th Congress/2nd Session/Chapter 53

Chap. LIII.—An Act for the relief of Joseph Brevard.
Account to be settled, &c.Be it enacted, &c., That the accounting officers of the treasury be, and they are hereby authorized and directed to settle the account of Joseph Brevard, and that he be allowed the amount of a final settlement certificate, number ninety-one thousand nine hundred and fifteen, dated the first of February, one thousand seven hundred and eighty-five, for one hundred and eighty-three dollars and twenty-three ninetieths, and bearing interest from the first of January, one thousand seven hundred and eighty-three, and issued to the said Joseph Brevard, by John Pierce, commissioner for settling accounts of the army; and that the amount due be paid, out of any money in the treasury not otherwise appropriated, to the said Joseph Brevard.
Approved, April 13, 1814.
# Magic: A Fantastic Comedy

1913.

### Table of Contents

* The Characters
* The Prelude
* Act I
* Act II
* Act III
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# Manalive

Manalive (1912) is a book by G. K. Chesterton detailing a popular theme both in his own philosophy, and in Christianity, of the 'holy fool.'Warning: template has been deprecated.
Part 1: "The Enigmas of Innocent Smith"
Chapter I: How the Great Wind Came to Beacon House Chapter II: The Luggage of an Optimist Chapter III: The Banner of Beacon
Chapter IV: The Garden of the God Chapter V: The Allegorical Practical Joker
Part II: "The Explanations of Innocent Smith"
Chapter I: The Eye of Death; or, the Murder Charge Chapter II: The Two Curates; or, the Burglary Charge Chapter III: The Round Road; or, the Desertion Charge Chapter IV: The Wild Weddings; or, the Polygamy Charge
Chapter V: How the Great Wind Went from Beacon House
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# The Forest of Night: 1898-1902: The Quest of Silence: 54

First published in Modern Poetry edited by E. W. Parker (1939), aka "Fire in the Heavens"
Fire in the heavens, and fire along the hills, and fire made solid in the flinty stone, thick-mass'd or scatter'd pebble, fire that fills the breathless hour that lives in fire alone.
This valley, long ago the patient bed of floods that carv'd its antient amplitude, in stillness of the Egyptian crypt outspread, endures to drown in noon-day's tyrant mood.
Behind the veil of burning silence bound, vast life's innumerous busy littleness is hush'd in vague-conjectured blur of sound, that dulls the brain with slumbrous weight, unless
some dazzling puncture let the stridence throng in the cicada's torture-point of song.
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# Songs and Lyrics (Lehrer)/All Is Well

Bach and Laverne's French lyrics are under copyright in the US until 2031. In the meantime this page is intentionally left blank.
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# Songs and Lyrics (Lehrer)/The Bourgeoisie

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# Once in a Lonely Hamlet I Sojourn'd

* "Once in a lonely Hamlet, &c.", in Poems, in Two Volumes (1807)
* "Once in a lonely Hamlet", in Poems (1815)
# Poems, in Two Volumes (Wordsworth, 1807)/Volume 2/Foresight

FORESIGHT,
Or the Charge of a Child to his younger Companion.
# Foresight

* "Foresight", in Poems, in Two Volumes (1807)
* "Foresight", in Poems (1815)
# Poems (Wordsworth, 1815)/Volume 1/Foresight

III.
FORESIGHT,
Or the Charge of a Child to his younger Companion.
That is work of waste and ruin— Do as Charles and I are doing! Strawberry-blossoms, one and all, We must spare them—here are many: Look at it—the Flower is small, Small and low, though fair as any: Do not touch it! summers two I am older, Anne, than you.
Pull the Primrose, Sister Anne! Pull as many as you can. —Here are Daisies, take your fill; Pansies, and the Cuckow-flower: Of the lofty Daffodil Make your bed, and make your bower; Fill your lap, and fill your bosom; Only spare the Strawberry-blossom!
​Primroses, the Spring may love them— Summer knows but little of them: Violets, a barren kind, Withered on the ground must lie; Daisies leave no fruit behind When the pretty flowerets die; Pluck them, and another year As many will be blowing here.
God has given a kindlier power To the favoured Strawberry-flower. When the months of spring are fled Hither let us bend our walk; Lurking berries, ripe and red, Then will hang on every stalk, Each within its leafy bower; And for that promise spare the flower!
# Poems, in Two Volumes (Wordsworth, 1807)/Volume 2/A Complaint

A COMPLAINT.
# Poems (Wordsworth, 1815)/Volume 1/A Complaint

XIV.
A COMPLAINT.
There is a change—and I am poor; Your Love hath been, nor long ago, A Fountain at my fond Heart's door, Whose only business was to flow; And flow it did; not taking heed Of its own bounty, or my need.
What happy moments did I count! Bless'd was I then all bliss above! Now, for this consecrated Fount Of murmuring, sparkling, living love, What have I? shall I dare to tell? A comfortless and hidden well.
A Well of love—it may be deep— I trust it is, and never dry: What matter? if the Waters sleep In silence and obscurity. —Such change, and at the very door Of my fond Heart, hath made me poor.
# A Complaint (Wordsworth)

* "A Complaint", in Poems, in Two Volumes (1807)
* "A Complaint", in Poems (1815)
# I am not One who much or oft delight

* "I am not One, &c.", in Poems, in Two Volumes (1807)
* "I am not one of those, &c", in Poems (1815)
# Poems (Wordsworth, 1815)/Volume 2/I am not one of those, &c

XX.
I am not One who much or oft delight To season my fireside with personal talk,— Of Friends, who live within an easy walk, Or Neighbours, daily, weekly, in my sight: And, for my chance-acquaintance, Ladies bright, Sons, Mothers, Maidens withering on the stalk, These all wear out of me, like Forms, with chalk Painted on rich men's floors, for one feast-night. Better than such discourse doth silence long, Long, barren silence, square with my desire; To sit without emotion, hope, or aim, In the lov'd presence of my cottage-fire, And listen to the flapping of the flame, Or kettle, whispering its faint undersong.
​"Yet life," you say, "is life; we have seen and see, And with a living pleasure we describe; And fits of sprightly malice do but bribe The languid mind into activity. Sound sense, and love itself, and mirth and glee, Are fostered by the comment and the gibe." Even be it so: yet still among your tribe, Our daily world's true Worldlings, rank not me! Children are blest, and powerful; their world lies More justly balanced; partly at their feet, And part far from them:—sweetest melodies Are those that are by distance made more sweet; Whose mind is but the mind of his own eyes He is a Slave; the meanest we can meet!
Wings have we,—and as far as we can go We may find pleasure: wilderness and wood, Blank ocean and mere sky, support that mood Which with the lofty sanctifies the low: Dreams, books, are each a world; and books, we know, Are a substantial world, both pure and good: Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood, Our pastime and our happiness will grow. ​There do I find a never-failing store Of personal themes, and such as I love best; Matter wherein right voluble I am: Two will I mention, dearer than the rest; The gentle Lady, married to the Moor; And heavenly Una with her milk-white Lamb.
Nor can I not believe but that hereby Great gains are mine: for thus I live remote From evil-speaking; rancour, never sought, Comes to me not; malignant truth, or lie. Hence have I genial seasons, hence have I Smooth passions, smooth discourse, and joyous thought: And thus from day to day my little Boat Rocks in its harbour, lodging peaceably. Blessings be with them—and eternal praise, Who gave us nobler loves, and nobler cares, The Poets, who on earth have made us Heirs Of truth and pure delight by heavenly lays! Oh! might my name be numbered among theirs, Then gladly would I end my mortal days.
# Yes! full surely 'twas the Echo

* "Yes! full surely 'twas the Echo, &c.", in Poems, in Two Volumes (1807)
* "Yes! full surely", in Poems (1815)
# Poems (Wordsworth, 1815)/Volume 2/Yes! full surely

XXX.
Yes! full surely 'twas the Echo, Solitary, clear, profound, Answering to Thee, shouting Cuckoo! Giving to thee Sound for Sound.
Unsolicited reply To a babbling wanderer sent; Like her ordinary cry, Like—but oh how different!
Hears not also mortal Life? Hear not we, unthinking Creatures! Slaves of Folly, Love, or Strife, Voices of two different Natures?
​Have not We too?—Yes we have Answers, and we know not whence; Echoes from beyond the grave, Recognized intelligence?
Such within ourselves we hear Oft-times, ours though sent from far; Listen, ponder, hold them dear; For of God,—of God they are!
# Poems, in Two Volumes (Wordsworth, 1807)/Volume 2/To the Spade of a Friend

TO THE SPADE OF A FRIEND,
(AN AGRICULTURIST.)
Composed while we were labouring together in his Pleasure-Ground.
Spade! with which Wilkinson hath till'd his Lands, And shap'd these pleasant walks by Emont's side, Thou art a tool of honour in my hands; I press thee through the yielding soil with pride.
Rare Master has it been thy lot to know; Long hast Thou serv'd a Man to reason true; Whose life combines the best of high and low, The toiling many and the resting few;
# To the Spade of a Friend

* "To the Spade of a Friend", in Poems, in Two Volumes (1807)
* "To the Spade of a Friend", in Poems (1815)
# Poems (Wordsworth, 1815)/Volume 2/To the Spade of a Friend

VIII.
TO THE SPADE OF A FRIEND,
(AN AGRICULTURALIST.)
Composed while we were labouring together in his Pleasure-Ground.
Spade! with which Wilkinson hath tilled his Lands, And shaped these pleasant walks by Emont's side, Thou art a tool of honour in my hands; I press thee through the yielding soil with pride.
Rare Master has it been thy lot to know; Long hast Thou served a Man to reason true; Whose life combines the best of high and low, The toiling many and the resting few;
Health, quiet, meekness, ardour, hope secure, And industry of body and of mind; And elegant enjoyments, that are pure As Nature is;—too pure to be refined.
​Here often hast Thou heard the Poet sing In concord with his River murmuring by; Or in some silent field, while timid Spring Is yet uncheered by other minstrelsy.
Who shall inherit Thee when Death has laid Low in the darksome Cell thine own dear Lord? That Man will have a trophy, humble Spade! A trophy nobler than a Conqueror's sword.
If he be One that feels, with skill to part False praise from true, or greater from the less, Thee will he welcome to his hand and heart, Thou monument of peaceful happiness!
With Thee he will not dread a toilsome day, His powerful Servant, his inspiring Mate. And, when thou art past service, worn away, Thee a surviving soul shall consecrate.
His thrift thy uselessness will never scorn; An Heir-loom in his cottage wilt thou be:— High will he hang thee up, and will adorn His rustic chimney with the last of Thee!
# Poems, in Two Volumes (Wordsworth, 1807)/Volume 2/Song, at the Feast of Brougham Castle

SONG,
AT THE FEAST OF BROUGHAM CASTLE,
on the RESTORATION of LORD CLIFFORD, the SHEPHERD, to the Estates and Honours of his Ancestors.
# Song, at the Feast of Brougham Castle

* "Song, at the Feast of Brougham Castle", in Poems, in Two Volumes (1807)
* "Song at the Feast of Brougham", in Poems (1815)
# Poems, in Two Volumes (Wordsworth, 1807)/Volume 2/Sonnet (Wordsworth, "Yes, there is holy pleasure in thine eye!")

"Yes, there is holy pleasure in thine eye!"
SONNET.
ADMONITION,
(Intended more particularly for the Perusal of those who may have happened to be enamoured of some beautiful Place of Retreat, in the Country of the Lakes.)
# Sonnet (Wordsworth, "Yes, there is holy pleasure in thine eye!")

"Yes, there is holy pleasure in thine eye!"
* "Sonnet", in Poems, in Two Volumes (1807)
* "Admonition", in Poems (1815)
# The Sonnet (Wharton)

As published in The Century Magazine, November 1891
Pure form, that like some chalice of old time Contain'st the liquid of the poet's thought Within thy curving hollow, gem-enwrought With interwoven traceries of rhyme, While o'er thy brim the bubbling fancies climb, What thing am I, that undismayed have sought To pour my verse with trembling hand untaught Into a shape so small yet so sublime? Because perfection haunts the hearts of men, Because thy sacred chalice gathered up The wine of Petrarch, Shakspere, Shelley—then Receive these tears of failure as they drop (Sole vintage of my life), since I am fain To pour them in a consecrated cup.
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# Poems of Passion/Sonnet

Methinks ofttimes my heart is like some bee That goes forth through the summer day and sings. And gathers honey from all growing things In garden plot or on the clover lea.
When the long afternoon grows late, and she Would seek her hive, she cannot lift her wings. So heavily the too sweet bin den clings, From which she would not, and yet would, fly free.
So with my full, fond heart; for when it tries To lift itself to peace crowned heights, above The common way where countless feet have trod, Lo! then, this burden of dear human ties, This growing weight of precious earthly love, Binds down the spirit that would soar to God.
# Poems of Cheer/The Sonnet

Alone it stands in Poesy's fair land,  A temple by the muses set apart;  A perfect structure of consummate art, By artists builded and by genius planned, Beyond the reach of the apprentice hand,  Beyond the ken of the untutored heart,  Like a fine carving in a common mart, Only the favoured few will understand. A chef d'auvre toiled over with great care,  Yet which the unseeing careless crowd goes by, A plainly set, but well-cut solitaire, An ancient bit of pottery, too rare  To please or hold aught save the special eye, These only with the sonnet can compare.
# Poems, in Two Volumes (Wordsworth, 1807)/Volume 2/Sonnet (Wordsworth, "Though narrow be that Old Man's cares, and near")

"Though narrow be that Old Man's cares, and near"
SONNET.
# Poems (Wordsworth, 1815)/Volume 2/Sonnet

VII.
SONNET.
. . . . ."gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name."
Though narrow be that Old Man's cares, and near, The poor Old Man is greater than he seems: For he hath waking empire, wide as dreams; An ample sovereignty of eye and ear. Rich are his walks with supernatural cheer; The region of his inner spirit teems With vital sounds, and monitory gleams Qf high astonishment and pleasing fear. He the seven birds hath seen that never part, Seen the Seven Whistlers in their nightly rounds, And counted them: and oftentimes will start— For overhead are sweeping Gabriel's Hounds, Doomed, with their impious Lord, the flying Hart, To chase for ever, on aërial grounds.
# Sonnet (Wordsworth, "Though narrow be that Old Man's cares, and near")

"Though narrow be that Old Man's cares, and near"
* "Sonnet", in Poems, in Two Volumes (1807)
* "Sonnet", in Poems (1815)
# Poems, in Two Volumes (Wordsworth, 1807)/Volume 2/Sonnet (Wordsworth, "High deeds, O Germans, are to come from you!")

"High deeds, O Germans, are to come from you!"
SONNET.
A PROPHECY.
Feb. 1807.
# Sonnet (Wordsworth, "High deeds, O Germans, are to come from you!")

"High deeds, O Germans, are to come from you!"
* "Sonnet", in Poems, in Two Volumes (1807)
* "A Prophecy", in Poems (1815)
# Poems (Wordsworth, 1815)/Volume 2/A Prophecy

IV.
A PROPHECY.
February, 1807.
High deeds, O Germans, are to come from you! Thus in your Books the record shall be found, "A Watchword was pronounced, a potent sound, Arminius!—all the people quaked like dew Stirred by the breeze—they rose, a Nation, true, True to itself—the mighty Germany, She of the Danube and the Northern sea, She rose,—and off at once the yoke she threw. All power was given her in the dreadful trance— Those new-born Kings she withered like a flame." —Woe to them all! but heaviest woe and shame To that Bavarian who did first advance His banner in accursed league with France, First open Traitor to her sacred name!
# Poems, in Two Volumes (Wordsworth, 1807)/Volume 2/Sonnet to Thomas Clarkson

SONNET,
TO THOMAS CLARKSON,
On the final passing of the Bill for the Abolition of the Slave Trade, March, 1807.
# Sonnet to Thomas Clarkson

* "Sonnet to Thomas Clarkson", in Poems, in Two Volumes (1807)
* "To Thomas Clarkson", in Poems (1815)
# Poems (Wordsworth, 1815)/Volume 2/To Thomas Clarkson

III.
TO THOMAS CLARKSON,
On the final passing of the Bill for the Abolition of the Slave Trade, March, 1807.
Clarkson! it was an obstinate Hill to climb: How toilsome, nay how dire it was, by Thee Is known,—by none, perhaps, so feelingly; But Thou, who, starting in thy fervent prime, Didst first lead forth this pilgrimage sublime, Hast heard the constant Voice its charge repeat, Which, out of thy young heart's oracular seat, First roused thee.—O true yoke-fellow of Time With unabating effort, see, the palm Is won, and by all Nations shall be worn! The bloody Writing is for ever torn, And Thou henceforth shalt have a good Man's calm, A great Man's happiness; thy zeal shall find Repose at length, firm Friend of human kind!
# Poems, in Two Volumes (Wordsworth, 1807)/Volume 2

A number of the works in this volume have no title either above the poem or in the table of contents. For the purposes of creating the pages, the untitled works have been titled as per their first line. The TOC has been annotated where this is the case.
POEMS,
IN
TWO VOLUMES,
BY
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH,
AUTHOR OF
THE LYRICAL BALLADS.
Posterius graviore sono tibi Musa loquetur Nostra: dabunt cum securos mihi tempora fructus.
VOL. II.
LONDON:
PRINTED FOR LONGMAN, HURST, REES, AND ORME, PATERNOSTER-ROW.
1807.
CONTENTS.
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## See also

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# Bronze (Johnson)/Sorrow Singers

SHADOW
# Bronze (Johnson)/Foreword

FOREWORD
Those who know what it means to be a colored woman in 1922—and know it mot so much in fact as in feeling, apprehension, unrest and delicate yet stern thought—must read Georgia Douglas Johnson's Bronze. Much of it will mot touch this reader and that, and some of it will mystify and puzzle them as a sort of reiteration and over-emphasis. But none can fail to be caught here and there by a word—a phrase—a period that tells a life history or even paints the history of a generation. Can you not see that marching of the mantled with
"Voices strange to ecstasy?"
Have you ever looked on the "twilight faces" of their throngs, or seen the black mother with her son when
"Her heart is sandaling his feet?"
Or can you not conceive that infinite sorrow of a dark child wandering the world:
"Seeking the breast of an unknown face!"
I hope Mrs. Johnson will have wide reading. Her word is simple, sometimes trite, but it is singularly sincere and true, and as a revelation of the soul struggle of the women of a race it is invaluable.
W.E.B. Du BOIS.
New York, August 4, 1922.
# Creation (Billings)

hymn; Billings included Creation in his final collection, The Continental Harmony,published in 1794.
    When I with pleasing wonder stand
    And all my frame survey
    Lord, 'tis thy work, I own thy hand
    Thus built my humble clay
    Our life contains a thousand springs,
    And dies if one be gone.
    Strange that a harp of thousand strings
    Should keep in tune so long.
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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