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# Poems: Second Series (Dickinson)/Renunciation

Fac-simile of "Renunciation," by Emily Dickinson. PRINTED IN THE FIRST VOLUME OF HER POEMS.
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There Came a day, At Summer's full, Entirely for me. I thought that such were for the Saints,
Where Resurrections, be.
The Sun, as common, went abroad, The flowers, accustomed, blew, As if no soul, the solstice passed,
Which maketh all things, new.
​The time was scarce profaned, by speech. The falling of a word Was needless, as at Sacrament. The Wardrobe, of Our Lord!
Each was to each, the sealed Church. Permitted to Commune, this time. Lest we too awkward show, At Supper of "the Lamb."
​The hours slid fast, as hours will, Clutched tight, by greedy hands, So, faces on two Decks look back, Bound to opposing Lands.
And so when all the time had leaked, Without external sound, Each bound the other's Crucifix, We gave no other bond.
Sufficient troth, ​that we shall rise, Deposed, at length the Grave, To that new Marriage, Justified, through Calvaries—of Love!
# Poems: Second Series (Dickinson)/Pompless no life can pass away

XVIII.
Pompless no life can pass away; The lowliest career To the same pageant wends its way As that exalted here. How cordial is the mystery! The hospitable pall A "this way" beckons spaciously,— A miracle for all!
# Poems: Second Series (Dickinson)/Prayer

LIV.
PRAYER.
PRAYER is the little implement Through which men reach Where presence is denied them. They fling their speech
By means of it in God's ear; If then He hear, This sums the apparatus Comprised in prayer.
# Poems: Second Series (Dickinson)/Portraits are to daily faces

XXXII.
PORTRAITS are to daily faces As an evening west To a fine, pedantic sunshine In a satin vest.
# Poems: Second Series (Dickinson)/Problems

​l64 POEMS.
             XLII.
          PROBLEMS.
BRING me the sunset in a cup,
Reckon the morning's flagons up,
And say how many dew;
Tell me how far the morning leaps,
Tell me what time the weaver sleeps
Who spun the breadths of blue!
Write me how many notes there be
In the new robin's ecstasy
Among astonished boughs;
How many trips the tortoise makes,
How many cups the bee partakes, — The debauchee of dews!
Also, who laid the rainbow's piers,
Also, who leads the docile spheres
By withes of supple blue?
Whose fingers string the stalactite,
Who counts the wampum of the night,
To see that none is due?
Who built this little Alban house
And shut the windows down so close
My spirit cannot see?
Who'll let me out some gala day,
With implements to fly away,
Passing pomposity?
# One Hundred Poems of Kabir/LXXIV

Indian Edition
LXXIV
III. 30. are dil, prem nagar ka ant na paya
are dil, prem nagar ka ant na paayaa, jyon aayaa tyon javyegaa sun mere saajan sun mere meetaa, yaa jeevan mein kya kya beetaa sir paahan ko bojhaa leetaa, aage koun chhudaavegaa parlee paar meraa khadiyaa, us milane kaa dhyaan n dhariyaa tooti naav upar jo baithaa, gaafil gotaa khavyegaa daas Kabir kahyen samujhaayee, antnaal teraa koun sahaayee chalaa akelaa sang n koyee, kiyaa aapnaa paavegaa
O my heart! you have not known all the secrets of this city of love: in ignorance you came, and in ignorance you return. O my friend, what have you done with this life? You have taken on your head the burden heavy with stones, and who is to lighten it for you? Your Friend stands on the other shore, but you never think in your mind how you may meet with Him: The boat is broken, and yet you sit ever upon the bank; and thus you are beaten to no purpose by the waves. The servant Kabir asks you to consider; who is there that shall befriend you at the last? You are alone, you have no companion: you will suffer the consequences of your own deeds.
# One Hundred Poems of Kabir/LXXVII

Indian Edition
LXXVII
III. 60. chal hansa wa des jahan
chal hansa wa des jahan piyaa basye chitchor surat sohaagin hai panihaarin, bhare thaad bin dor vahi desavaa baadar n umadye, rimjhim barasye meh choubaare mein baith raho naa, jaa bhijahoo nirdeh vahi desavaa mein nitt poornimaa, kabahoo n hoy andher ek suraj kye kavan bataavye, kotin suraj unjer
O my heart! let us go to that country where dwells the Beloved, the ravisher of my heart! There Love is filling her pitcher from the well, yet she has no rope wherewith to draw water; There the clouds do not cover the sky, yet the rain falls down in gentle showers: O bodiless one! do not sit on your doorstep; go forth and bathe yourself in that rain! There it is ever moonlight and never dark; and who speaks of one sun only? that land is illuminate with the rays of a million suns.
# One Hundred Poems of Kabir/LXXIX

Indian Edition
LXXIX
III. 66. na main dharmi nahin adharmi
na main dharmi nahin adharmi, na main jati n kami ho naa main kahtaa naa main sunataa, naa main sevak-swamaee ho naa main bandhaa naa main muktaa, naa main birat naa rangee ho naa kaahoo se nyaaraa huaa, naa kaahoo ke sangee ho naa ham narak lok ko jaate, naa ham surag sidhaare ho sab hee karm hamaaraa kiyaa, ham karman te nyaaraa ho yaa mat ko koyee biralye boojhye, so atar ho baithe ho mat Kabir kaahoo ko thaapye, mat kaaho ko mete ho
I am neither pious nor ungodly, I live neither by law nor by sense, I am neither a speaker nor hearer, I am neither a servant nor master, I am neither bond nor free, I am neither detached nor attached. I am far from none: I am near to none. I shall go neither to hell nor to heaven. I do all works; yet I am apart from all works. Few comprehend my meaning: he who can comprehend it, he sits unmoved. Kabir seeks neither to establish nor to destroy.
# One Hundred Poems of Kabir/LXX

Indian Edition
LXX
III. 9. sil santosh soda samadrishti
sil-santosh sadaa samdrishti, rahani gahani mein poora. nisi-baasar charchaa chit chandan, aan kathaa n sohaavye. karnee-dharnee sangeet gaavye, prem rang udaavye. raag-swaroop akhandit avichal, nirbhay beparvaayee. kahyen Kabir taahi pag parso, ghat ghat sab sukhdaayee.
He who is meek and contented, he who has an equal vision, whose mind is filled with the fullness of acceptance and of rest; ​He who has seen Him and touched Him, he is freed from all fear and trouble. To him the perpetual thought of God is like sandal paste smeared on the body, to him nothing else is delight: His work and his rest are filled with music:he sheds abroad the radiance of love. Kabir says: "Touch His feet, who is one and indivisible, immutable and peaceful; who fills all vessels to the brim with joy, and whose form is love."
# One Hundred Poems of Kabir/LXXI

Indian Edition
LXXI
III. 13. sadh sangat pitam
saadh-sangat peetam uhaan chal jaayeeye bhaav-bhakti-updesh tahaan te paayeeye sangat hee jari jaav n charcha naam kee doolah binaa baraat kaho kis kaam kee dubidhaa ko kar door peetam ko dhyaayeeye aan dev kee sev n chitt lagaayeeye aan dev kee sev bhalee naahin jeev ko kahye Kabir vichaar n paavye peev ko
Go thou to the company of the good, where the Beloved One has His dwelling place: Take all thy thoughts and love and instruction from thence. Let that assembly be burnt to ashes where His Name is not spoken! Tell me, how couldst thou hold a wedding-feast, if the bridegroom himself were not there? Waver no more, think only of the Beloved; Set not thy heart on the worship of other gods, there is no worth in the worship of other masters. Kabir deliberates and says: "Thus thou shalt never find the Beloved!"
# One Hundred Poems of Kabir/LXXII

Indian Edition
LXXII
III. 26. tor hira hirailwa kichde mein
tor hira hirailwaa kichde mein koyee dhoondye poorab, koyee dhoondye pachchhim koyee dhoondye paani-pathare mein daas Kabir ye heeraa ko parakhyen baandh liyalyen jeeyaraa ke anchare mein
The jewel is lost in the mud, and all are seeking for it; Some look for it in the east, and some in the west; some in the water and some amongst stones. But the servant Kabir has appraised it at its true value, and has wrapped it with care in the end of the mantle of his heart.
# One Hundred Poems of Kabir/LXVIII

Indian Edition
LXVIII
III. 102. ham se raha na jay
hamson rahaa n jaayee muraliyaa ke dhuni suni ke. binaa vasant phool ik phoolye bhanvar sadaa bolaay. gagan garajye bijulee chamkye, uthati hiy hilor. bigsat kanval megh barsaane, chitwan prabhu kee or. taaree laagee tahaan man pahunchaa, gaiib dhujaa phahraay. kahyen Kabir aaj praan hamaaraa, jeevat hee mar jaay.
I hear the melody of His flute, and I cannot contain myself: The flower blooms, though it is not spring; and already the bee has received its invitation. The sky roars and the lightning flashes, the waves arise in my heart, The rain falls; and my heart longs for my Lord. Where the rhythm of the world rises and falls, thither my heart has reached: There the hidden banners are fluttering in the air. Kabir says: "My heart is dying, though it lives"
# One Hundred Poems of Kabir/LXXIII

Indian Edition
LXXIII
III. 26. aayo din gaune ka ho
aayo din gaune ka ho, man hot hulaas doliyaa uthaave beeja banvaan ho, jahn koyee n hamaar payiyaan tori laagoun kaharwaa ho, dolee ghar chheen baar ​mil levyen sakhiyaan-sahelar ho, miloun kuchh parivaar daas Kabir gaavyen nirgun ho,saadho kari le vichaar naram-garam soudaa kari le ho, aage haat n baajaar
The palanquin came to take me away to my husband's home, and it sent through my heart a thrill of joy; But the bearers have brought me into the lonely forest, where I have no one of my own. O bearers, I entreat you by your feet, wait but a moment longer: let me go back to my kinsmen and friends, and take my leave of them. The servant Kabir sings: "O Sadhu! finish your buying and selling, have done with your good and your bad: for there are no markets and no shops in the land to which you go."
# One Hundred Poems of Kabir/LXXV

Indian Edition
LXXV
III. 55. ved kahe sargun, ke age
ved kahe sargun, ke age nirgun kaa bisraam sargun-nirgun tajahu sohaagin, dekh sabahee nijdhaam sukh-dukh vahaan kachhoo nahin vyaapye, darsan aatho jaam nar odhan noorye daasan, noorye kaa sirhaan kahyen Kabir suno bhaai sadho, satguru noor tamaam
The Vedas say that the Unconditioned stands beyond the world of Conditions. O woman, what does it avail thee to dispute whether He is beyond all or in all? ​See thou everything as thine own dwelling place: the mist of pleasure and pain can never spread there. There Brahma is revealed day and night: there light is His garment, light is His seat, light rests on thy head. Kabir says: "The Master, who is true, He is all light."
# Our Good and Honest Taft

There's a war-cry from Chicago That's spread unto the sea A summons to the battle For the ga-lant and the free.
Yet a battle without blood-shed and a fight all free of graft The battle of the voters for our good and honest Taft.
Thank God that we are free men And can vote for whom we will. We spread our starry banner freely forth from dome and hill.
Hurrah then for our freedom Let us cheer him with a will. The man though slated president is just a plain man still.
He has said it to his credit Let us cheer him with a will "Although I'm slated president I'm just a plain man still."
'Tis the key-note of the poor man and the man all free of graft Whom 'tis said shall be presi-dent our good and hon-est Taft.
Thank God that we are free men And can vote for whom we will. We spread our starry banner freely forth from dome and hill.
Hurrah then for our freedom Let us cheer him with a will. The man though slated president is just a plain man still.
There was blood in our election In the time of shall and shan't When we feared to vote for Lincoln And we risked our lifes for Grant.
Now we cast the ballot fearing nothing more than autumn rain And our peace will grow more peaceful under Taft whom 'tis said shall reign.
[Chorus]
# Our Grandfather (1887)

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OUR GRANDFATHER:
A
POLITICAL ALLEGORY;
BY
VITESLAV HALEK.
“Why should the wisdom that destroyed the one Safeguard the many.”
Translated from the Czech by W. W. Strickland, B.A., Trinity College, Cambridge.
PRICE ONE SHILLING.
HULL.
Leng and Company, 15, Savile Street.
1887.
* Preface
* Chapter 1
* Chapter 2
* Chapter 3
* Chapter 4
* Chapter 5
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# Our God, Our Help in Ages Past

This hymn was first published in Watts' The Psalms of David Imitated in the Language of the New Testament (1719) as a paraphrase of Psalm 90 with nine stanzas. In 1738 John Wesley published a version which changed the first word from "Our" to "O"; both versions remain in common usage. The hymn is commonly sung to tune "St. Anne" (1708) by William Croft.
* "Hymn" in "Memorial Service: King Edward VII" (1910).
* "O God, Our Help in Ages Past" in The Canadian Soldiers' Song Book (1918).
* "Our God, Our Help in Ages Past" in The Army and Navy Hymnal (1920).
# Our Grandfather

English-language translations of Náš dědeček include:
* Our Grandfather (1887), by Walter William Strickland
* "Our Grandfather", in Halek's Stories and Evensongs (1930), by Walter William Strickland
# Parker v. Illinois

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## Dissenting Opinion

    Rutledge
United States Supreme Court
333 U.S. 571
Parker v. Illinois
Argued: Feb. 13, 1948. --- Decided: April 5, 1948
Mr. Harrison Parker, pro se.
Mr. William C. Wines, of Chicago, Ill., for respondent.
Mr. Justice DOUGLAS, delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Parker v. Los Angeles County Steiner

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United States Supreme Court
338 U.S. 327
Parker v. Los Angeles County Steiner
Argued: Nov. 8, 1949. --- Decided: Dec 5, 1949
Messrs. John T. McTernan, A. L. Wirin, Los Angeles, Cal., for petitioner.
Mr. Gerald G. Kelly, Los Angeles, Cal., for respondents.
Mr. Justice FRANKFURTER delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Parker v. Latey/Opinion of the Court

* Court Documents
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United States Supreme Court
79 U.S. 390
Parker v. Latey
Objection is made by the defendant that the matter in controversy does not exceed two thousand dollars, and upon an examination of the record the objection appears to be well founded. Enough must appear to show affirmatively that the jurisdiction exists, and as it does not in this case, the writ of error must be
DISMISSED.

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# Parker v. Latey

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United States Supreme Court
79 U.S. 390
Parker v. Latey
ERROR to the Circuit Court for the District of Nebraska.
Parker brought ejectment against Latey to recover possession of a certain tract of land situate in the city of Omaha, in the State of Nebraska, described in the declaration, and there stated to be of 'the value of $500 and over.' Verdict and judgment were for the defendant, and the plaintiff sued out this writ of error.
Mr. J. J. Redick, for the defendant in error, moved to dismiss the case for want of jurisdiction; the Judiciary Act giving jurisdiction to this court on writs of error to Circuit Courts only 'where the matter in dispute exceeds the sum or value of $2000.'
Mr. Justice CLIFFORD delivered the opinion of the court.

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# Parker v. Lewis

In Parker v. Lewis, Hempst. 72 (Super. Ct. Ark. Terr. 1830), the court's 1829 opinion was authored by Judge William Trimble, id. at 73, and its 1830 opinion by Judge Thomas P. Eskridge, id. at 75.
U.S. Superior Court of the Arkansas Territory
Hempst. 72
Peter C. Parker, plaintiff v. Eli J. Lewis and Peter Edwards, defendants.
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* If a party, having leave to amend pleadings, files bad pleas, they may be stricken out on motion.
* A plea which amounts to the general issue, or does not answer the whole charge or count, is bad.
​October, 1829.—Trespass before Benjamin Johnson, Thomas P. Eskridge, James Woodson Bates, and William Trimble, judges.
[Opinion of the court by Judges WILLIAM TRIMBLE and THOMAS P. ESKRIDGE.]
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# Parker v. Kane

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United States Supreme Court
63 U.S. 1
Parker v. Kane

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# Persian Letters/Letter 71
#### Letter 71

Usbek to Zelis
I am sorry for Soliman, especially as his misfortune is without remedy, since his son-in-law has done no more than law allows him. I think it a very harsh law, which exposes in this way the honour of a family to the caprice of a fool. It has been lightly said that here are sure signs whereby to know the truth: it is an old error from which we have now departed; and our physicians have supplied invincible reasons for the uncertainty of these proofs. Even among the Christians there are none who do not regard them as imaginary, although they are plainly established in their sacred writings, and although their ancient lawgiver has made the innocence or condemnation of all their daughters depend on them.
I am pleased to know that you are giving great care to the education of yours. God grant that her husband may find her as lovely and as pure as Fatima; may she have ten eunuchs guard her; may she be the honour and the ornament of the seraglio to which she is destined; may she have overhead none but gilded ceilings, and underfoot the richest carpets! And, to crown these wishes, may my eyes see her in all her glory!
Paris, the 3rd of the moon of Chalval, 1714.
# Persian Letters/Letter 73
#### Letter 73

Rica to ***
I have heard much talk of a sort of court called the French Academy. There is no tribunal in the world which is less respected; for they say that no sooner does it issue a decree than the people break it, and substitute laws which the Academy is bound to follow.
Some time ago, in order to establish its authority, it issued a code of its decisions. This child of so many fathers may be said to have been old when it was born; and although it was legitimate, a bastard ,born before it, nearly strangled it at its birth.
Those who compose this court have no other function that to jabber perpetually: eulogy suggests itself as the one subject of their incessant babble; and as soon as they are initiated into its mysteries, a frenzy of panegyric lays hold of them, and will not be shaken off.
This body had forty heads, all of them chokeful of tropes, of metaphors, and of antitheses; so that their lips scarcely ever open without an exclamation, and their ears are always waiting to be touched with rhythm and harmony. As for their eyes, they are out of the question; the Academy seems to be intended to talk and not to see. It is not firm on its legs; for time, which is its scourge, smites it incessantly and destroys all it does. It is said that at one time its hands were grasping; I have nothing to say on the subject, and will leave those to decide it who know more about it than I do.
Such eccentricities, ***, are unknown in our Persia. We have no bent towards what is odd and extravagant; we endeavor to shape our simple customs and artless manners in the mould of nature.
Paris, the 27th of the moon of Zilhage, 1715.
# Persian Letters/Letter 74
#### Letter 74

Usbek to Rica, at ***
Some days ago a man of my acquaintance said to me, “I promised to introduce you to the best houses in Paris. I will take you now to that of a great lord who supports his rank as well as any man in France.”
“What do you mean by that, sir? Is he more refined, more polite than others?” “No,” said he. “Ah! I understand: he makes his superiority felt on all occasions by those who approach him. If that is it, I shall have nothing to do with him; I give up the whole case, and accept my inferiority.”
I had, however, to go; and I saw a little man, supercilious to a degree. He took a pinch of snuff with such a haughty air, he blew his nose so mercilessly, he spat with such indifference, and caressed his dogs in a style so offensive to the onlookers, that I could not but marvel at him. “Ah! Sweet Heaven!” said I to myself; “if, when I was at the court of Persia, I behaved in this way, I behaved like a great fool!” We would have been the very inferior creatures, Rica, had we offered a hundred little insults to those people who waited upon us daily in token of their goodwill. They knew well that we were above them; and if they had not, our favors would have made them daily conscious of it. There being no need to secure their respect, we did our utmost to win their affection: we were accessible to the humblest; in the midst of our greatness, usually so hardening, they found we had feelings; only our hearts appeared to belong to a higher order; we descended to their wants. But, when it was necessary to support the dignity of our sovereign in public ceremonies, to make the nation worthy of respect in the eyes of strangers; and lastly, when, in times of danger, we required to animate our soldiers, our bearing became more lofty a hundred times than it had been before lowly; we resumed our haughty looks; and not seldom we were found to play our part at least adequately.
Paris, the 10th of the moon of Saphar, 1715.
# Persian Letters/Letter 70
#### Letter 70

Zelis to Usbek, at Paris
Soliman, whom you love, has been driven desperate by an affront which he has just received. Three months ago a young giddypate, named Suphis, sought his daughter in marriage; he seemed satisfied with the girl’s appearance from the report and description given him by the women who had been with her during her childhood; the dowry had been agreed upon, and all was going well. Yesterday, after the first ceremonies, the girl set out on horseback, accompanied by her eunuch, and veiled, according to custom, from head to foot. But when she arrived at the house of her intended husband, he caused the door to be shut in her face, and swore that he would never receive her unless her dowry were increased. Her relatives hastened from quarters to arrange the matter; and after a deal of resistance, Soliman agreed to make a small present to his son-in-law. The marriage ceremonies were complete, and the girl conducted to her husband’s bed with sufficient violence; but, an hour after, this giddypate rose in a rage, cut her face in several places, and, declaring that she was not a virgin, sent her back to her father. No one could be more afflicted then he is by the injury. Many people maintain that the girl is innocent. Fathers are most unfortunate in being exposed to such affronts. If my daughter were to receive similar treatment, I believe I should die of grief. Farewell.
The Seraglio at Fatme, the 9th of the first moon of Gemmadi, 1714.