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# Songs of Innocence and of Experience (1826)/Songs of Innocence/Introduction

Introduction
Piping down the valleys wild Piping songs of pleasant glee On a cloud I saw a child. And he laughing said to me
Pipe a song about a Lamb So I piped with merry chear. Piper pipe that song again So I piped, he wept to hear.
Drop thy pipe thy happy pipe Sing thy songs of happy chear So I sung the same again While he wept with joy to hear
Piper sit thee down and write In a book that all may read So he vanish'd from my sight And I pluck'd a hollow reed
And I made a rural pen, And I stain'd the water clear, And I wrote my happy songs Every child may joy to hear
# Songs of Innocence and of Experience (1826)/Songs of Innocence/On Another's Sorrow

On Anothers Sorrow
Can I see anothers woe, And not be in sorrow too. Can I see anothers grief, And not seek for kind relief.
Can I see a falling tear, And not feel my sorrows share. Can a father see his child, Weep, nor be with sorrow fill'd.
Can a mother sit and hear, An infant groan an infant fear— No no never can it be, Never never can it be.
And can he who smiles on all Hear the wren with sorrows small, Hear the small birds grief & care Hear the woes that infants bear—
And not sit beside the nest Pouring pity in their breast, And not sit the cradle near Weeping tear on infants tear,
And not sit both night & day, Wiping all our tears away, O! no never can it be, Never never can it be.
He doth give his joy to all, He becomes an infant small, He becomes a man of woe, He doth feel the sorrow too
Think not thou canst sigh a sigh, And thy maker is not by, Think not thou canst weep a tear, And thy maker is not near.
O! he gives to us his joy, That our grief he may destroy Till our grief is fled & gone He doth sit by us and moan
# Songs of Innocence and of Experience (1826)/Songs of Innocence/Nurse's Song

Nurse's Song
When the voices of children are heard on the green And laughing is heard on the hill, My heart is at rest within my breast And every thing else is still
Then come home my children the sun is gone down And the dews of night arise Come come leave off play, and let us away Till the morning appears in the skies
No no let us play, for it is yet day And we cannot go to sleep Besides in the sky, the little birds fly And the hills are all coverd with sheep
Well well go & play till the light fades away And then go home to bed The little ones leaped & shouted & laugh'd And all the hills ecchoed
# Table-Talk

Not to be confused with The Table Talk, a translation of Martin Luther by William Hazlitt's son William Hazlitt.
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TABLE-TALK
OR,
ORIGINAL ESSAYS.
BY WILLIAM HAZLITT.
CONTENTS.
Page :
| Essay I.—On the Pleasure of Painting | 1 |
| Essay II.—The same Subject continued | 23 |
| Essay III.—On the Past and Future | 43 |
| Essay IV.—On Genius and Common Sense | 65 |
| Essay V.—The same Subject continued | 91 |
| Essay VI.—Character of Cobbett | 113 |
| Essay VII.—On People with one Idea | 135 |
| Essay VIII.—On the Ignorance of the Learned | 159 |
| Essay IX.—The Indian Jugglers | 179 |
| Essay X.—On Living to one’s-self | 209 |
| Essay XI.—On Thought and Action | 235 |
| Essay XII.—On Will-making | 265 |
| Essay XIII.—On certain Inconsistencies in Sir Joshua Reynolds’s Discourses | 287 |
| Essay XIV.—The same Subject continued | 311 |
| Essay XV.—On Paradox and Common-place | 347 |
| Essay XVI.—On Vulgarity and Affectation | 373 |
CONTENTS.
Page :
| Essay I.—On a Landscape of Nicholas Poussin | 1 |
| Essay II.—On Milton’s Sonnets | 17 |
| Essay III.—On going a Journey | 33 |
| Essay IV.—On Coffee-house Politicians | 55 |
| Essay V.—On the Aristocracy of Letters | 91 |
| Essay VI.—On Criticism | 115 |
| Essay VII.—On great and little Things | 145 |
| Essay VIII.—On familiar Style | 183 |
| Essay IX.—On Effeminacy of Character | 199 |
| Essay X.—Why distant Objects please | 217 |
| Essay XI.—On Corporate Bodies | 239 |
| Essay XII.—Whether Actors ought to sit in the Boxes | 261 |
| Essay XIII.—On the Disadvantages of intellectual Superiority | 279 |
| Essay XIV.—On Patronage and Puffing | 303 |
| Essay XV.—On the Knowledge of Character | 335 |
| Essay XVI.—On the Picturesque and Ideal | 369 |
| Essay XVII.—On the Fear of Death | 381 |
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# Table-Talk/Volume 1

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TABLE-TALK;
OR,
ORIGINAL ESSAYS.
BY WILLIAM HAZLITT.
LONDON:
JOHN WARREN, OLD BOND-STREET.
MDCCCXXI.
LONDON:
PRINTED RY THOMAS DAVISON, WHITEFRIARS.
ADVERTISEMENT.
It may be proper to observe, that the Essays “On the Pleasure of Painting” and “On the Ignorance of the Learned,” in this Volume, have already appeared in periodical publications.
CONTENTS.
Page :
| Essay I.—On the Pleasure of Painting | 1 |
| Essay II.—The same Subject continued | 23 |
| Essay III.—On the Past and Future | 43 |
| Essay IV.—On Genius and Common Sense | 65 |
| Essay V.—The same Subject continued | 91 |
| Essay VI.—Character of Cobbett | 113 |
| Essay VII.—On People with one Idea | 135 |
| Essay VIII.—On the Ignorance of the Learned | 159 |
| Essay IX.—The Indian Jugglers | 179 |
| Essay X.—On Living to one’s-self | 209 |
| Essay XI.—On Thought and Action | 235 |
| Essay XII.—On Will-making | 265 |
| Essay XIII.—On certain Inconsistencies in Sir Joshua Reynolds’s Discourses | 287 |
| Essay XIV.—The same Subject continued | 311 |
| Essay XV.—On Paradox and Common-place | 347 |
| Essay XVI.—On Vulgarity and Affectation | 373 |
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# Spanish Constitution of 1978

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* Spanish Constitution of 1978 (unannotated), published by the Ministry of the Presidency
* Spanish Constitution of 1978 (annotated), published by the Congress of Deputies
# Spancil Hill

A song about an emigrant to America homesick for a town in County Clare, Ireland.
Last night as I lay dreaming of pleasant days gone by My mind being bent on rambling, to Ireland I did fly I stepped on board a vision and I followed with a will And shortly came to anchor at the cross in Spancil Hill
It been on the twenty-third of June, the day before the fair When Ireland's sons and daughters and friends assembled there The young, the old, the brave, and the bold came, their duty to fulfill At the parish church in Clooney, a mile from Spancil Hill
I went to see my neighbours to hear what they might say The old ones were all dead and gone, the young ones turning grey But I met the tailor Quigley; he's as bold as ever still Sure, he used to make me britches when I lived at Spancil Hill
I paid a flying visit to my first and only love She's as white as any lily and gentle as a dove She threw her arms around me saying: "Johnny, I love you still" She's Ned the farmer's daughter and the pride of Spancil Hill
I dreamt I held and kissed her as in the days of yore "Ah, Johnny, you're only joking as many's the time before." Then the cock crew in the morning, he crew both loud and shrill I awoke in California, many miles from Spancil Hill
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# Spanish Constitution

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# Tales of Bengal (S. B. Banerjea)

TALES OF BENGAL
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TALES OF BENGAL
by S. B. BANERJEA
edited by FRANCIS HENRY SKRINE INDIAN CIVIL SERVICE (RETIRED)
LONGMANS, GREEN, AND CO. 39 PATERNOSTER ROW, LONDON NEW YORK, BOMBAY, AND CALCUTTA 1910
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# Tales of Bengal

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# Tales in Political Economy

TALES
IN
POLITICAL ECONOMY.
BY
MILLICENT GARRETT FAWCETT, AUTHOR OF "POLITICAL ECONOMY FOR BEGINNERS," &C.
London:
MACMILLAN AND CO.
1874.
[The Right of Translation and Reproduction is Reserved.]
LONDON:
R. CLAY, SONS, AND TAYLOR, PRINTERS,
BREAD STREET MILL.
PREFACE.
It is hoped that these little tales may be of some use to those who are trying to teach Political Economy. I cannot let them go to press without a word of apology to Miss Martineau for my plagiarism of the idea, which she made so popular thirty years ago, of hiding the powder, Political Economy, in the raspberry jam of a story.
Oct. 1874.
CONTENTS.
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# St. John Baptist

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I think he had not heard of the far towns; Nor of the deeds of men, nor of kings' crowns; Before the thought of God took hold of him, As he was sitting dreaming in the calm Of one first noon, upon the desert's rim,
Beneath the tall fair shadows of the palm, All overcome with some strange inward balm. He numbered not the changes of the year,
The days, the nights, and he forgot all fear
Of death: each day he thought there should have been
A shining ladder set for him to climb
Athwart some opening in the heavens, e'en
To God's eternity, and see, sublime —
His face whose shadow passing fills all time.
But he walked through the ancient wilderness.
O, there the prints of feet were numberless
And holy all about him I And quite plain
He saw each spot an angel silver-shod
Had lit upon; where Jacob too had lain
The place seemed fresh, — and, bright and lately trod,
A long track showed where Enoch walked with God. And often, while the sacred darkness trailed
Along the mountains smitten and unveiled
By rending lightnings, — over all the noise
Of thunders and the earth that quaked and bowed
From its foundations — he could hear the voice
Of great Elias prophesying loud
To Him whose face was covered by a cloud.
# St. John's Eve (Kickham)

Published in the 1900 A Treasury of Irish Poetry in the English Tongue
Do you remember that St. John's live, three year ago, when we walked round by Ballycullen to see the bonfires?' -Letter to Kickham in Woking Convict Prison.
YES, Gertrude, I remember well That St. John's Eve, three years ago, When, as the slanting sunbeams fell Across the mountains all aglow, Upon the lonely bridge we turned To watch the roseate, russet hue, Till faint and fainter still it burned As if 'twere quenched by falling dew.
Then up the sloping hill we clomb, And backward looked with pensive eyes, Along the vale, our own sweet home, The dearest spot beneath the skies ; Dear for the golden hours that were When life's glad morn all radiant shone, Fondly dear for loved ones there,
The sun glides down behind the hill ; The shadows deepen while we gaze ; The chapel, the Old Home, the mill, Are hidden in the twilight haze. The wayside shepherd on the height Waits our approach, nor seems to heed His vagrant flock throng out of sight — Adown the winding road they speed.
Deep learn'd was he in Gaelic lore, And loved to talk of days gone by; ( A saddening theme, those days of yore !) And still he turned with sparkling eye From Druid rites and Christian fane, From champion bold and monarch grand, To tell of fray and foray when His sires were princes in the land.
When to the Well-mile bridge we came, You pointed where the moonbeams white Silvered the stream ; when, lo ! a flame, A wavy flame of ruddy light, Leaped up, the farmyard fence above, And, while his children's shout rang high, His cows the farmer slowly drove Across the blaze, he knew not why.
Soon round the vale— above, below, And high upon the blue hills' brows The bonfires shine with steady glow, Or blink through screening orchard boughs. And now, in my lone dismal cell, While I that starry scene recall — The fields, the hills, the sheltered dell— I close my eyes and see them all.
My dear-loved land must it be mine No more, except in dreams, to see ? Yet think not, friends, that I repine At my sad fate — if sad it be. Think not the captive weakly pines, That from his soul all joy hath flown. Oh, no ! the 'solemn starlight' shines As brightly as it ever shone.
And though I've had my share of pain, And sunken is my cheek and pale. Yet, Gertrude, were it ours again On St. John's Eve, in Compsey vale, While loitering by the Anner stream To view the mountain's purpled dome — Waiting to see the bonfires gleam All round our quiet hill-clasped home —
We'd talk of bygone blissful hours — And oh ! what blissful hours I've known ! It was a world of smiles and flowers, That little home-world of our own. And happy thoughts each heart would fill — What else but happy could we be, While Hope stood smiling on the hill And in the valley, Memory ?

## Original footnotes

* ↑ A relic of ancient fire-worship practised on St John's Eve, and still lingering in some parts of Ireland.
# St. John's Eve

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# St. John v. Wisconsin Employment Relations Board

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United States Supreme Court
340 U.S. 411
St. John v. Wisconsin Employment Relations Board
Argued: Jan. 9, 10, 1951. --- Decided: Feb 26, 1951
Mr. Max Raskin, Milwaukee, Wis., for appellant.
Mr. J. Gilbert Hardgrove, Milwaukee, Wis., for appellee Milwaukee Gas Light Co.
Mr. Martin R. Paulsen, Milwaukee, Wis., for respondent Milwaukee Elec. Ry. Transport Co.
Mr. Malcolm Riley, Eau Claire, Wis., and Beatrice Lampert, Madison, Wis., for Wisconsin Employment Relations Board.
Mr. Justice Justice VINSON delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Stops of Various Quills/The Burden

THE BURDEN
WRITHED beneath my burden, fumed and groaned. My burden that had felt and heard me, moaned: "You do not know what misery is, nor what The bitterest part is of our common lot. The strength I load in you with my loath weight, My weakness would so gladly own its fate. Think, once, how much more dreadful it must be To be the burden than bear it, and pity me!"
# Stops of Various Quills/The King Dines

THE KING DINES
Impression
WO people on a bench in Boston Common, An ordinary laboring man and woman, Seated together, In the November weather Slit with a thin, keen rain; The woman's mouth purple with cold and pain, And her eyes fixed as if they did not see The passers trooping by continually, Smearing the elm leaves underfoot that fall Before her on the miry mall; The man feeding out of the newspaper Wrapped round the broken victuals brought with her, And gnawing at a bent bone like a dog, Following its curve hungrily with his teeth, And his head twisted sidewise; and beneath His reeking boots the mud, and the gray fog Fathomless over him, and all the gloom Of the day round him for his dining-room.
# Stops of Various Quills/Weather-Breeder

WEATHER-BREEDER
H, not to know that such a happiness To be wished greater were to be made less; That one drop more must make it spill in tears Of agony that blisters and that sears; That the supreme perfection of thy bliss Alone could mother misery like this!
# Stops of Various Quills/Temperament

TEMPERAMENT
HERE love and hate, honor and infamy, Change and dissolve away, and cease to be; Where good and evil in effect are one In the long tale of years beneath the sun; Where like the face a man sees in a glass And turns from, character itself shall pass— Out of the mystery whence we came we bring One thing that is the one immutable thing, Through which we fashion all that we do here, Which is the body of our hope and fear, The form of all we feel and all we know, The color of our weal and of our woe, And which alone, it may be, we shall bear Back to that mystery when we go there.
# Stops of Various Quills/The Bewildered Guest

THE BEWILDERED GUEST
WAS not asked if I should like to come. I have not seen my host here since I came, Or had a word of welcome in his name. Some say that we shall never see him, and some That we shall see him elsewhere, and then know Why we were bid. How long I am to stay I have not the least notion. None, they say, Was ever told when he should come or go. But every now and then there bursts upon The song and mirth a lamentable noise, A sound of shrieks and sobs, that strikes our joys Dumb in our breasts; and then, some one is gone. They say we meet him. None knows where or when. We know we shall not meet him here again.
# Stops of Various Quills/Time

TIME
O you wish me, then, away? You should rather bid me stay: Though I seem so dull and slow, Think before you let me go!
Whether you entreat or spurn I can nevermore return: Times shall come, and times shall be, But no other time like me.
Though I move with leaden feet, Light itself is not so fleet; And before you know me gone Eternity and I are one.
# Stops of Various Quills/Twelve P.M.

TWELVE P.M.
O get home from some scene of gayety, Say a long dinner, and the laugh and joke, And funny story, and tobacco smoke, And all the not unkindly fatuousness Of fellow-beings not better and not worse Than others are, but gorged with course on course, And drenched with wine; and with one's evening dress To take off one's perfunctory smile, and be Wholly and solely one's sheer self again— Is like escaping from some dull, dumb pain; And in the luxury of that relief, It is, in certain sort and measure, as if One had put off the body, and the whole Illusion of life, and in one's naked soul Confronted the eternal Verity.
# Stops of Various Quills/What Shall It Profit?

WHAT SHALL IT PROFIT?
F I lay waste and wither up with doubt The blessed fields of heaven where once my faith Possessed itself serenely safe from death; If I deny the things past finding out; Or if I orphan my own soul of One That seemed a Father, and make void the place Within me where He dwelt in power and grace, What do I gain by that I have undone?
# Stops of Various Quills/To-morrow

TO-MORROW
LD fraud, I know you in that gay disguise, That air of hope, that promise of surprise: Beneath your bravery, as you come this way, I see the sordid presence of To-day; And I shall see there, long ere you are gone, All the dull Yesterdays that I have known.
# Stops of Various Quills/Vision

VISION
ITHIN a poor man's squalid home I stood: The one bare chamber, where his work-worn wife Above the stove and wash-tub passed her life, Next the sty where they slept with all their brood.
But I saw not that sunless, breathless lair, The chamber's sagging roof and reeking floor; The smeared walls, broken sash, and battered door; The foulness and forlornness everywhere.
I saw a great house with the portals wide Upon a banquet room, and, from without, The guests descending in a brilliant line By the stair's statued niches, and beside The loveliest of the gemmed and silken rout The poor man's landlord leading down to dine.
# Stand whoso list

Stand whoso list upon the slipper top Of court's estates, and let me here rejoice And use me quiet without let or stop, Unknown in court, that hath such brackish joys. In hidden place so let my days forth pass That when my years be done withouten noise, I may die aged after the common trace. For him death grippeth right hard by the crop That is much known of other, and of himself, alas, Doth die unknown, dazed, with dreadful face.
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# Standard-Vacuum Oil Company v. United States

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United States Supreme Court
339 U.S. 157
Standard-Vacuum Oil Company v. United States
Argued: Oct. 13, 1949. --- Decided: March 27, 1950
Mr. Albert R. Connelly, New York City, for petitioner.
Mr. Newell A. Clapp, Washington, D.C., for respondent.
Mr. Justice MINTON delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Standard Cigar Company v. Tabacalera Severiano Jorge, S.A.

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United States Supreme Court
376 U.S. 780
Standard Cigar Company v. Tabacalera Severiano Jorge, S.A.
William A. Gillen, for petitioner.
Thomas H. Anderson and Herbert L. Nadeau, for respondent.
On Petition for Writ of Certiorari to the United States Court of Appeals for the Fifth Circuit.
PER CURIAM.

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