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# Songs and Sonnets (Coleman)/Sanctuary

SANCTUARY.
Within the shelter of thy calm, O Night, I loose the garish vestures of the day, With trembling hand unbind and fling away The cap and bells that made the crowd's delight; Screened from the world's uncomprehending sight, Deep in thy healing silences I lay The bruised and fettered soul that doth but pray To be encompassed by the Infinite.
Receive my tears, O Night, and with thy space, Thy unimpassioned vastness, cover me; Make me to find my natural, lowly place— Become once more a child, and learn the mood Of larger things, until obedient, free, I lose myself within thy magnitude.
# Songs and Sonnets (Coleman)/September Comes Again

SEPTEMBER COMES AGAIN.
And now September! in whose languid veins The wine of summer, slow-distilling, flows; The light and glory fade—the laughter wanes. But earth more lovely grows.
O rare September! has it all been said— The wistful hours, the soft, reluctant days, When Nature seems to pause with arms outspread And heart that yearns both ways?
Upon the mellowed harp-strings of the vine The fitful winds their soft forebodings urge, And with the liquid murmurs of the pine In plaintive sweetness merge.
The mountains, veiled in gold and amethyst, Their once familiar outlines scarcely show; Across the uplands, faint with purple mist, The oaks and maples glow.
Those gathering mists the coming change would hide, But in our hearts already sounds the knell. O, never surges love in such a tide As when we say farewell!
Yet come, September! All the old desires, The old enchantments, at thy touch return— 'Tis in our hearts thy August-kindled fires In deepest rapture burn.
And in our hearts the ancient melody That Earth has yielded of her joy and pain, Comes softly stealing, echoed back from thee In one surpassing strain.
Still Summer waits, her mood with thine akin, As if her love could not release its hold Until her little hosts were folded in Against the coming cold—
Against the cold till March once more unlocks The gates of frost and rives the icy chain, And June returns to lead her little flocks Across the fields again—
Across the fields, beyond the shining hill, When Pan plays up his pipes o' love and pain— Put now, O heart of mine, be still, be still, September comes again!
# Songs and Sonnets (Coleman)/Songs

Songs
# Songs and Sonnets (Coleman)/Sonnets

Sonnets
# Smith v. Vaughan

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United States Supreme Court
35 U.S. 366
Smith v. Vaughan

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# Smith v. Van Gorkom/Dissent Christie

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CHRISTIE, Justice, dissenting:
I respectfully dissent.
Considering the standard and scope of our review under Levitt v. Bouvier, Del. Supr., 287 A.2d 671, 673 (1972), I believe that the record taken as a whole supports a conclusion that the actions of the defendants are protected by the business judgment rule. Aronson v. Lewis, Del. Supr., 473 A.2d 805, 812 (1984); Pogostin v. Rice, Del. Supr., 480 A.2d 619, 627 (1984). I also am satisfied that the record supports a conclusion that the defendants acted with the complete candor required by Lynch v. Vickers Energy Corp., Del. Supr., 383 A.2d 278 (1978). Under the circumstances I would affirm the judgment of the Court of Chancery.
# Smith v. Vodges

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United States Supreme Court
92 U.S. 183
Smith v. Vodges
APPEAL from the Circuit Court of the United States for the Eastern District of Pennsylvania.
Mr. N. H. Sharpless and Mr. Richard C. McMurtrie for the appellants.
Mr. William A. Manderson for the appellee.
MR. JUSTICE SWAYNE delivered the opinion of the court.

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# Smith v. United States Shipping Board Emergency Fleet Corporation/Opinion of the Court

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United States Supreme Court
273 U.S. 747
Smith v. United States Shipping Board Emergency Fleet Corporation
Petition for writs of certiorari to the United States Circuit Court of Appeals for the Second Circuit denied.

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# Smith v. Van Gorkom

Smith v. Van Gorkom or the Trans Union case, 488 A.2d 858 (Supreme Court of Delaware, 1985) is a landmark United States decision on a corporate directors' duty to stay informed and the application of the business judgment rule. The Court found that the directors of Trans Union, who approved a merger in minimal time and without seeking any expert advice violated their duty of care, breached their duty of care it owed to the corporation and could not seek protection of the business judgment rule.Warning: template has been deprecated.
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Supreme Court of Delaware
488 A.2d 858
ALDEN SMITH and JOHN W. GOSSELIN, Plaintiffs Below, Appellants, v. JEROME W. VAN GORKOM, BRUCE S. CHELBERG, WILLIAM B. JOHNSON, JOSEPH B. LANTERMAN, GRAHAM J. MORGAN, THOMAS P. O'BOYLE, W. ALLEN WALLIS, SIDNEY H. BONSER, WILLIAM D. BROWDER, TRANS UNION CORPORATION, a Delaware corporation, MARMON GROUP, INC., a Delaware corporation, GL CORPORATION, a Delaware corporation, and NEW T. CO., a Delaware corporation, Defendants Below, Appellees.
Argued: June 11, 1984 --- Decided: Decided January 29, 1985 --- Opinion on Denial of Reargument: March 14, 1985.
William Prickett (argued) and James P. Dalle Pazze, of Prickett, Jones, Elliott, Kristol & Schnee, Wilmington, and Ivan Irwin, Jr. and Brett A. Ringle, of Shank, Irwin, Conant & Williamson, Dallas, Tex., of counsel, for plaintiffs below, appellants.
Robert K. Payson (argued) and Peter M. Sieglaff of Potter, Anderson & Corroon, Wilmington, for individual defendants below, appellees.
Lewis S. Black, Jr., A. Gilchrist Sparks, III (argued) and Richard D. Allen, of Morris, Nichols, Arsht & Tunnell, Wilmington, for Trans Union Corp., Marmon Group, Inc., GL Corp. and New T. Co., defendants below, appellees.
Before HERRMANN, C.J., and McNEILLY, HORSEY, MOORE and CHRISTIE, JJ., constituting the Court en banc.
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# Skinner Eddy Corporation v. United States

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United States Supreme Court
249 U.S. 557
Skinner Eddy Corporation v. United States
Argued: March 11, 1919. --- Decided: May 5, 1919
Mr. Joseph N. Teal, of Portland, Or., for appellant.
Mr. Assistant Attorney General Frierson, for the United States.
Mr. Albert L. Hopkins, of Washington, D. C., for appellee Interstate Commerce Commission.
Mr. John F. Finerty, of St. Paul, Minn., for appellee Railroad Companies.
Mr. Justice BRANDEIS delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Skin o' My Tooth

Extracted from the serialisation in the Windsor magazine, July to December 1903. Accompanying illustrations by Oscar Wilson omitted.
"SKIN O' MY TOOTH"
HIS MEMOIRS, BY HIS CONFIDENTIAL CLERK.
Compiled and Edited by
THE BARONESS ORCZY.
* I.—The Murder in Saltashe Woods
* II.—The Case of the Polish Prince
* III.—The Case of Major Gibson
* IV.—The Duffield Peerage Case
* V.—The Case of Mrs. Norris
* VI.—The Murton Braby Murder
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# Special Immigrant Nonminister Religious Worker Program Act

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An Act To extend the special immigrant nonminister religious worker program and for other purposes.
Be it enacted by the Senate and House of Representatives of the United States of America in Congress assembled,

### SECTION 1. SHORT TITLE.

    This Act may be cited as `Special Immigrant Nonminister Religious Worker Program Act'.

### SEC. 2. SPECIAL IMMIGRANT NONMINISTER RELIGIOUS WORKER PROGRAM.

    (a) Extension—
       Subclause (II) and subclause (III) of section 101(a)(27)(C)(ii) of the Immigration and Nationality Act (8 U.S.C. 1101(a)(27)(C)(ii)) are amended by striking `October 1, 2008,' both places such term appears and inserting `March 6, 2009,'.
    (b) Regulations—
       Not later than 30 days after the date of the enactment of this Act, the Secretary of Homeland Security shall--
       (1) issue final regulations to eliminate or reduce fraud related to the granting of special immigrant status for special immigrants described in subclause (II) or (III) of section 101(a)(27)(C)(ii) of the Immigration and Nationality Act (8 U.S.C. 1101(a)(27)(C)(ii)); and
       (2) submit a certification to Congress and publish notice in the Federal Register that such regulations have been issued and are in effect.
    (c) Report—
       Not later than March 6, 2009, the Inspector General of the Department of Homeland Security shall submit to Congress a report on the effectiveness of the regulations required by subsection (b)(1).
    (d) Effective Date—
       The amendments made by subsection (a) shall take effect on the date that the Secretary of Homeland Security submits the certification described in subsection (b)(2) stating that the final regulations required by subsection (b)(1) have been issued and are in effect.
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# Songs of the Affections, with Other Poems/The Sleeper

THE SLEEPER.
For sleep is awful. Byron.
Oh! lightly, lightly tread!  A holy thing is sleep, On the worn spirit shed,  And eyes that wake to weep.
A holy thing from Heaven,  A gracious dewy cloud, A covering mantle given  The weary to enshroud.
Oh! lightly, lightly tread!  Revere the pale still brow, The meekly-drooping head,  The long hair's willowy flow.
Ye know not what ye do,  That call the slumberer back, From the world unseen by you  Unto life's dim faded track.
Her soul is far away,  In her childhood's land, perchance, Where her young sisters play,  Where shines her mother's glance.
Some old sweet native sound  Her spirit haply weaves; A harmony profound  Of woods with all their leaves;
A murmur of the sea,  A laughing tone of streams:— Long may her sojourn be  In the music-land of dreams!
Each voice of love is there,  Each gleam of beauty fled, Each lost one still more fair—  Oh! lightly, lightly tread!
# Songs of the Affections, with Other Poems/The Soldier's Deathbed

THE SOLDIER'S DEATHBED.
Wie herrlich die Sonne dort untergeht! da ich noch ein Bube war—war's mein Lieblingsgedanke, wie sie zu leben, wie sie zu sterben! Die Rauber.
Like thee to die, thou sun!—My boyhood's dream
Was this; and now my spirit, with thy beam,
Ebbs from a field of victory!—yet the hour
Bears back upon me, with a torrent's power,
Nature's deep longings:—Oh! for some kind eye,
Wherein to meet love's fervent farewell gaze;
Some breast to pillow life's last agony,
Some voice, to speak of hope and brighter days,
Beyond the pass of shadows!—But I go, I, that have been so loved, go hence alone; And ye, now gathering round my own hearth's glow, Sweet friends! it may be that a softer tone, Even in this moment, with your laughing glee, Mingles its cadence while you speak of me: Of me, your soldier, 'midst the mountains lying, On the red banner of his battles dying, Far, far away!—and oh! your parting prayer— Will not his name be fondly murmur'd there? It will!—A blessing on that holy hearth! Though clouds are darkening to o'ercast its mirth. Mother! I may not hear thy voice again; Sisters! ye watch to greet my step in vain; Young brother, fare thee well!—on each dear head Blessing and love a thousandfold be shed, My soul's last earthly breathings!—May your home Smile for you ever!—May no winter come, No world, between your hearts! May ev'n your tears, For my sake, full of long-remember'd years,
Quicken the true affections that entwine Your lives in one bright bond!—I may not sleep Amidst our fathers, where those tears might shine Over my slumbers; yet your love will keep My memory living in the ancestral halls, Where shame hath never trod:—the dark night falls, And I depart.—The brave are gone to rest, The brothers of my combats, on the breast Of the red field they reap'd:—their work is done— Thou, too, art set!—farewell, farewell, thou sun! The last lone watcher of the bloody sod, Offers a trusting spirit up to God.
# Songs of the Affections, with Other Poems/The Two Homes

THE TWO HOMES.
Oh! if the soul immortal be, Is not its love immortal too?
Seest thou my home?—'tis where yon woods are waving,
In their dark richness, to the summer air;
Where yon blue stream, a thousand flower-banks laving,
Leads down the hills a vein of light, —'tis there!
"Midst those green wilds how many a fount lies gleaming,
Fringed with the violet, colour'd with the skies!
My boyhood's haunt, through days of summer dreaming,
Under young leaves that shook with melodies.
My home! the spirit of its love is breathing
In every wind that plays across my track;
From its white walls the very tendrils wreathing,
Seem with soft links to draw the wanderer back.
There am I loved—there pray'd for—there my mother
Sits by the hearth with meekly thoughtful eye;
There my young sisters watch to greet their brother
—Soon their glad footsteps down the path will fly.
There, in sweet strains of kindred music blending,
All the home-voices meet at day's decline;
One are those tones, as from one heart ascending,—
There laughs my home—sad stranger! where is thine?
Ask'st thou of mine?—In solemn peace 'tis lying,
Far o'er the deserts and the tombs away;
'Tis where I, too, am loved with love undying,
And fond hearts wait my step—But where are they?
Ask where the earth's departed have their dwelling;
Ask of the clouds, the stars, the trackless air!
I know it not, yet trust the whisper, telling
My lonely heart, that love unchanged is there.
And what is home, and where, but with the loving?
Happy thou art, that so canst gaze on thine!
My spirit feels but, in its weary roving,
That with the dead, where'er they be, is mine.
Go to thy home, rejoicing son and brother!
Bear in fresh gladness to the household scene!
For me, too, watch the sister and the mother,
I well believe—but dark seas roll between.
# Songs of the Affections, with Other Poems/The Stranger's Heart

THE STRANGER'S HEART.
The stranger's heart! Oh! wound it not! A yearning anguish is its lot; In the green shadow of thy tree, The stranger finds no rest with thee.
Thou think'st the vine's low rustling leaves Glad music round thy household eaves; To him that sound hath sorrow's tone— The stranger's heart is with his own.
Thou think'st thy children's laughing play A lovely sight at fall of day;— Then are the stranger's thoughts oppress'd— His mother's voice comes o'er his breast.
Thou think'st it sweet when friend with friend Beneath one roof in prayer may blend; Then doth the stranger's eye grow dim— Far, far are those who pray'd with him.
Thy hearth, thy home, thy vintage land— The voices of thy kindred band— Oh! 'midst them all when blest thou art, Deal gently with the stranger's heart!
# Songs of the Affections, with Other Poems/The Two Voices

THE TWO VOICES.
Two solemn Voices, in a funeral strain, Met as rich sunbeams and dark bursts of rain Meet in the sky: "Thou art gone hence!" one sang; "Our light is flown, Our beautiful, that seem'd too much our own, Ever to die!
"Thou art gone hence!—our joyous hills among Never again to pour thy soul in song, When spring-flowers rise!
Never the friend's familiar step to meet With loving laughter, and the welcome sweet Of thy glad eyes."
"Thou art gone home, gone home!" then, high and clear, Warbled that other Voice: "Thou hast no tear Again to shed. Never to fold the robe o'er secret pain, Never, weigh'd down by Memory's clouds, again To bow thy head.
"Thou art gone home! oh! early crown'd and blest! Where could the love of that deep heart find rest With aught below? Thou must have seen rich dream by dream decay, All the bright rose-leaves drop from life away— Thrice blest to go!"
Yet sigh'd again that breeze-like Voice of grief— "Thou art gone hence! alas! that aught so brief, So loved should be! Thou tak'st our summer hence!—the flower, the tone, The music of our being, all in one, Depart with thee!
"Fair form, young spirit, morning vision fled! Canst thou be of the dead, the awful dead? The dark unknown? Yes! to the dwelling where no footsteps fall, Never again to light up hearth or hall, Thy smile is gone!"
"Home, home!" once more th' exulting Voice arose: "Thou art gone home! from that divine repose Never to roam! Never to say farewell, to weep in vain, To read of change, in eyes beloved, again— Thou art gone home!
"By the bright waters now thy lot is cast,— Joy for thee, happy friend! thy bark hath past The rough sea's foam! Now the long yearnings of thy soul are still'd,— Home! home!—thy peace is won, thy heart is fill'd. —Thou art gone home!"
# Songs of the Affections, with Other Poems/The Song of Night

THE SONG OF NIGHT.
O night, And storm, and darkness! ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength! Byron.
I come to thee, O Earth! With all my gifts!—for every flower sweet dew, In bell, and urn, and chalice, to renew The glory of its birth.
Not one which glimmering lies Far amidst folding hills, or forest leaves, But, through its veins of beauty, so receives A spirit of fresh dyes.
I come with every star; Making thy streams, that on their noon-day track, Give but the moss, the reed, the lily back, Mirrors of worlds afar.
I come with peace;—I shed Sleep through thy wood-walks, o'er the honey-bee, The lark's triumphant voice, the fawn's young glee, The hyacinth's meek head.
On my own heart I lay The weary babe; and sealing with a breath Its eyes of love, send fairy dreams, beneath The shadowing lids to play.
I come with mightier things! Who calls me silent? I have many tones— The dark skies thrill with low, mysterious moans, Borne on my sweeping wings.
I waft them not alone From the deep organ of the forest shades, Or buried streams, unheard amidst their glades, Till the bright day is done;
But in the human breast A thousand still small voices I awake, Strong, in their sweetness, from the soul to shake The mantle of its rest.
I bring them from the past: From true hearts broken, gentle spirits torn, From crush'd affections, which, though long o'erborne, Make their tones heard at last.
I bring them from the tomb: O'er the sad couch of late repentant love They pass—though low as murmurs of a dove— Like trumpets through the gloom.
I come with all my train: Who calls me lonely?—Hosts around me tread,
The intensely bright, the beautiful,—the dead,— Phantoms of heart and brain!
Looks from departed eyes— These are my lightnings!—fill'd with anguish vain, Or tenderness too piercing to sustain, They smite with agonies.
I, that with soft control, Shut the dim violet, hush the woodland song, I am the avenging one! the arm'd—the strong, The searcher of the soul!
I, that shower dewy light Through slumbering leaves, bring storms!—the tempest-birth Of memory, thought, remorse:—Be holy, earth! I am the solemn night!*
# Songs of the Affections, with Other Poems/The Tomb of Madame Langhans

THE TOMB
OF
MADAME LANGHANS.
To a mysteriously consorted pair This place is consecrate; to death and life, And to the best affections that proceed From this conjunction. Wordsworth.
How many hopes were borne upon thy bier, O bride of stricken love! in anguish hither! Like flowers, the first and fairest of the year Pluck'd on the bosom of the dead to wither;
Hopes, from their source all holy, tho' of earth, All brightly gathering round affection's hearth.
Of mingled prayer they told; of Sabbath hours; Of morn's farewell, and evening's blessed meeting; Of childhood's voice, amidst the household bowers; And bounding step, and smile of joyous greeting;— But thou, young mother! to thy gentle heart Didst take thy babe, and meekly so depart.
How many hopes have sprung in radiance hence! Their trace yet lights the dust where thou art sleeping! A solemn joy comes o'er me, and a sense Of triumph, blent with nature's gush of weeping, As, kindling up the silent stone, I see The glorious vision, caught by faith, of thee.
Slumberer! love calls thee, for the night is past; Put on the immortal beauty of thy waking!
Captive! and hear'st thou not the trumpet's blast, The long, victorious note, thy bondage breaking? Thou hear'st, thou answer'st, "God of earth and Heaven! Here am I, with the child whom thou hast given!"