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# United States Statutes at Large/Volume 6/14th Congress/2nd Session/Chapter 2

Chap. II.—An Act directing the discharge of Nathaniel Taft from imprisonment.
To be discharged from imprisonment.Be it enacted, &c., That Nathaniel Taft, who is now confined in jail in the city of New York on a judgment obtained against him in favor of the United States, be discharged from his imprisonment: Provided, however, That any estate, real or personal, which the said Nathaniel Taft may have, or hereafter acquire, shall be liable to be taken to satisfy the judgment aforesaid, in the same manner as if he had not been imprisoned and discharged: And provided further, That nothing in this act shall be so construed as to affect the liability of any co-obligor that may have been bound with the said Nathaniel Taft, for the payment of any sum of money to the United States.
Approved, January 14, 1817.
# United States Statutes at Large/Volume 6/14th Congress/2nd Session/Chapter 5

Chap. V.—An Act for the relief of William Haslet.
Claim on account of ship Liberty to be settled.Be it enacted, &c., That the proper accounting officers of the treasury department be, and they are hereby authorized and empowered to audit and settle the claim of William Haslet, on account of his ship Liberty, by ascertaining or causing to be ascertained the value thereof, ​at the time it was delivered, by the request of Charles D. Coxe, Esq. to the Bey of Tunis, in such manner and upon such terms as may be equitable and just.
Appropriation.Sec. 2. And be it further enacted, That the amount thereof, when so ascertained, shall be paid to the said William Haslet, out of any money in the treasury not otherwise appropriated.
Apporved, January 22, 1817.
# United States Statutes at Large/Volume 6/14th Congress/2nd Session/Chapter 6

Chap. VI.—An Act directing the discharge of John Ricaud from imprisonment.
To be discharged from imprisonment.Be it enacted, &c., That John Ricaud, late paymaster of the thirty-sixth regiment of infantry, now, and for some time past, confined in the jail of Baltimore, upon a judgment at the suit of the United States, which he is wholly unable to pay, be discharged and remain free from imprisonment and arrest, on account of the said judgment:Proviso. Provided always, That the said John Ricaud shall, before he be discharged as aforesaid, secure, to the satisfaction of the district attorney of the proper district, all and any property or credits he may now have, or be entitled to, for the payment of said judgment, and all property he hereafter may have or acquire shall be and remain liable for the payment of the said judgment, costs, and charges, in the same manner as if this act had not been passed:Proviso. And provided further, That nothing in this act contained shall be construed to impair the right of the United States to any estate which the said John Ricaud has assigned or conveyed to any person or persons whatever; nor shall affect the liability of any person who may have been bound with the said John Ricaud for the payment of any sum of money to the United States.
Apporved, January 22, 1817.
# United States Statutes at Large/Volume 6/14th Congress/2nd Session/Chapter 8

Chap. VIII.—An Act directing the discharge of Oliver Spellman from imprisonment.
To be discharged from imprisonment. Proviso.Be it enacted, &c., That Oliver Spellman, who is now imprisoned in a jail in the State of Rhode Island, on a judgment at the suit of the United States, by which he was sentenced to pay a fine to the United States, be discharged from his imprisonment: Provided, however, That any estate which the said Oliver Spellman may have or hereafter acquire, shall be liable to be taken to satisfy the sentence against him in the same manner as if he had not been imprisoned and discharged.
Apporved, January 22, 1817.
# United States Statutes at Large/Volume 6/14th Congress/2nd Session/Chapter 11

Chap. XI.—An Act for the relief of Henry Malcolm.
$1000 to be passed to his credit.Be it enacted, &c., That the secretary of the treasury be, and he is hereby, directed to pass to the credit of Henry Malcolm, collector of the customs for the district of Hudson, in the State of New York, one thousand dollars, being the amount of a sum of money collected by said collector, and lost in its transmission from the city of Hudson to the city of New York, in the mail.
Apporved, February 8, 1817.
# Amazing Stories/Volume 03/The World at Bay

in two parts
* "The World at Bay, Part 1", edited by Hugo Gernsback, in Amazing Stories, Vol. 3, No. 8 (November 1928)
* "The World at Bay, Part 2", edited by Hugo Gernsback, in Amazing Stories, Vol. 3, No. 9 (December 1928)
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# Death-Bed

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* "A Death-Bed", a poem by James Aldrich
* "A Death-Bed" (1919), a poem by Rudyard Kipling
* "The Death Bed", a poem by Waring Cuney
* "The Death-Bed", a poem by Siegfried Sassoon
# Caroling Dusk/Dust

DUST
# Dust

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* "Dust" by J. G. McPherson in Popular Science Monthly, 40 (December 1891)
* "Dust", a poem by Rupert Brooke
* "Dust", a poem by William Waring Cuney
* Dust, a novel by Julian Hawthorne
* "Dust", a poem by Sara Teasdale
# Caroling Dusk/No Images

NO IMAGES
# Caroling Dusk/The Radical

THE RADICAL
# Caroling Dusk/True Love

TRUE LOVE
# True Love

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* "True Love", a poem by William Barnes
* "True Love", a poem by Florence Earle Coates
* "True Love", a poem by William Waring Cuney
* "True Love", a song by Woody Guthrie
* "True Love", a sonnet (Sonnet 116) by William Shakespeare
# Radical

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* "Radical", a poem by Marianne Moore
* "The Radical", a poem by William Waring Cuney
# Jungle Taste

* "Jungle Taste", published in Fire!! (1926)
* "Jungle Taste", published in Caroling Dusk (1927)
# Caroling Dusk/Edward S. Silvera

EDWARD S. SILVERA
I was born in Florida in the year 1906—moved to Orange, N. J., at an early age—graduated from Orange ​High School in 1924—am now a Junior at Lincoln University, Pennsylvania. Here I am a member of the varsity basket-ball and tennis teams and a member of Kappa Alpha Psi Fraternity.
I get a great deal of pleasure out of observing life and then writing about it just as I see it.
# Caroling Dusk/South Street

SOUTH STREET
(Philadelphia, Pa.)
# Caroling Dusk/Jungle Taste

JUNGLE TASTE
# Caroling Dusk/Helene Johnson

HELENE JOHNSON
Helene Johnson was born twenty years ago in Boston, Mass., where she received her early education and attended Boston University for a short time. A year ago she came to New York to attend the Extension Division of Columbia University. Her work has appeared in Opportunity, Vanity Fair and several New York dailies; and has been reprinted in Palms, The Literary Digest, and Braithwaite’s Anthology.
# Caroling Dusk/What Do I Care for Morning

WHAT DO I CARE FOR MORNING
# The Collected Works of Henrik Ibsen/Volume 2

THE COLLECTED WORKS OF
HENRIK IBSEN
Copyright Edition
VOLUME II
THE VIKINGS AT HELGELAND THE PRETENDERS
WITH INTRODUCTIONS BY
WILLIAM ARCHER
LONDON WILLIAM HEINEMANN
THE COLLECTED WORKS OF HENRIK IBSEN
VOLUME II
THE VIKINGS AT HELGELAND THE PRETENDERS
Copyright 1906 by William Heinemann
THE COLLECTED WORKS OF
HENRIK IBSEN
Copyright Edition. Complete in 11 Volumes.
Crown 8vo, price 4s. each.
ENTIRELY REVISED AND EDITED BY
WILLIAM ARCHER
Vol. I. Lady Inger, The Feast at Solhoug, Love's Comedy Vol. II. The Vikings, The Pretenders Vol. III. Brand Vol. IV. Peer Gynt Vol. V. Emperor and Galilean (2 parts) Vol. VI. The League of Youth, Pillars of Society Vol. VII. A Doll’s House, Ghosts Vol. VIII. An Enemy of the People, The Wild Duck Vol. IX. Rosmersholm, The Lady from the Sea Vol. X. Hedda Gabler, The Master Builder Vol. XI. Little Eyolf, John Gabriel Borkman,  When We Dead Awaken
London: WILLIAM HEINEMANN 21 Bedford Street, W.C.
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# The Poetical Works of Leigh Hunt/Mahmoud

MAHMOUD.
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# Poems (Wordsworth, 1815)/Volume 2/Thought of a Briton, &c

XII.
THOUGHT OF A BRITON
ON THE
SUBJUGATION OF SWITZERLAND.
Two Voices are there; one is of the Sea, One of the Mountains; each a mighty Voice; In both from age to age Thou didst rejoice, They were thy chosen Music, Liberty! There came a Tyrant, and with holy glee Thou fought'st against Him; but hast vainly striven; Thou from thy Alpine Holds at length art driven, Where not a torrent murmurs heard by thee. Of one deep bliss thine ear hath been bereft: Then cleave, O cleave to that which still is left! For, high-souled Maid, what sorrow would it be That mountain Floods should thunder as before, And Ocean bellow from his rocky shore, And neither awful Voice be heard by thee!
# Caroling Dusk/The Little Dandelion

THE LITTLE DANDELION
# Caroling Dusk/Dance

DANCE
# Thought of a Briton on the Subjugation of Switzerland

* "Thought of a Briton on the Subjugation of Switzerland", in Poems, in Two Volumes (1807)
* "Thought of a Briton, &c", in Poems (1815)
# Poems, in Two Volumes (Wordsworth, 1807)/Volume 1/Thought of a Briton on the Subjugation of Switzerland

12.
THOUGHT OF A BRITON
ON THE
SUBJUGATION OF SWITZERLAND.
# Dance

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* "Dance," in Encyclopædia Britannica (11th ed., 1911)
* "Dance", a poem by Lula Lowe Weeden
* "The Dance", a poem by Rupert Brooke
* "The Dance", a poem by Olive Custance
* "The Dance", a poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
* "The Dance", a short story by Zona Gale
* "The Dance", a poem by John Cowper Powys
# Poems, in Two Volumes (Wordsworth, 1807)/Volume 1/Written in London, September, 1802

13.
WRITTEN IN LONDON,
September, 1802.
# Poems (Wordsworth, 1815)/Volume 2/Written in London

XIII.
WRITTEN IN LONDON,
September, 1802.
O Friend! I know not which way I must look For comfort, being, as I am, opprest, To think that now our Life is only drest For shew; mean handy-work of craftsman, cook, Or groom!—We must run glittering like a Brook In the open sunshine, or we are unblest: The wealthiest man among us is the best: No grandeur now in nature or in book Delights us. Rapine, avarice, expense, This is idolatry; and these we adore: Plain living and high thinking are no more: The homely beauty of the good old cause Is gone; our peace, our fearful innocence, And pure religion breathing household laws.
# Caroling Dusk/The Stream

THE STREAM
# Caroling Dusk/Robin Red Breast

ROBIN RED BREAST
# Caroling Dusk/Have You Seen It

HAVE YOU SEEN IT
# Written in London, September, 1802

* "Written in London, September, 1802", in Poems, in Two Volumes (1807)
* "Written in London", in Poems (1815)
* "England, 1802" in the Oxford Book of English Verse 1250-1900 (1931), edited by Arthur Quiller-Couch
* "England, 1802" in the Oxford Book of English Verse 1250-1918 (1940), edited by Arthur Quiller-Couch
# Poems, in Two Volumes (Wordsworth, 1807)/Volume 1/Milton! thou should'st be living at this hour

14.
LONDON,
1802.
# Robin Red Breast

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* "Robin-Red-Breast," in Domestic Encyclopædia, by A. F. M. Willich, London: Murray and Highley (1802)
* "Robbin red breast", a poem by Nurse Lovechild
* "Robin Red Breast", a poem by Lula Lowe Weeden

## See also

* The Robin
# The Robin

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* The Robin by Emily Dickinson
* The Robin by John Greenleaf Whittier
* The Robin (traditional)

## See also

* Robin Red Breast
# Milton! thou should'st be living at this hour

* "Milton! thou should'st be living at this hour", in Poems, in Two Volumes (1807)
* "Milton!-", in Poems (1815)
* "Milton! thou should'st be living at this hour" in the Oxford Book of English Verse 1250-1900 (1931), edited by Arthur Quiller-Couch
* "Milton! thou should'st be living at this hour" in the Oxford Book of English Verse 1250-1918 (1940), edited by Arthur Quiller-Couch
# Poems, in Two Volumes (Wordsworth, 1807)/Volume 1/Great Men have been among us; hands that penn'd

15.
# Poems (Wordsworth, 1815)/Volume 2/Great Men have been

XV.
Great Men have been among us; hands that penn'd And tongues that uttered wisdom, better none: The later Sydney, Marvel, Harrington, Young Vane, and others who called Milton Friend. These Moralists could act and comprehend: They knew how genuine glory was put on; Taught us how rightfully a nation shone In splendor: what strength was, that would not bend But in magnanimous meekness. France, 'tis strange Hath brought forth no such souls as we had then. Perpetual emptiness! unceasing change! No single Volume paramount, no code, No master spirit, no determined road; But equally a want of Books and Men!
# Great Men have been among us; hands that penn'd

* "Great Men have been among us; hands that penn'd", in Poems, in Two Volumes (1807)
* "Great Men have been", in Poems (1815)
* "Great Men have been among us; hands that penn'd" in the Oxford Book of English Verse 1250-1900 (1931), edited by Arthur Quiller-Couch
* "Great Men have been among us; hands that penn'd" in the Oxford Book of English Verse 1250-1918 (1940), edited by Arthur Quiller-Couch
# Thirty Poems/Sella

Bryant provides some commentary on the poem in the endnotes.
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SELLA.
# Caroling Dusk/Sonnet to a Negro in Harlem

SONNET TO A NEGRO IN HARLEM
# The Magic Flutes/Into the World

INTO THE WORLD
Old Mother Mouse wanted to make porridge, but all she could find for it was five lone grains. And all the while her eight sons stood in a row and watched her hungrily out of the corners of their eyes. Each of them could eat that much porridge himself!
Eight children and only five grains! That certainly was no joke! There was no one for Mother Mouse to turn to for help. There’s no doubt of it: her eight sons must each learn to make a living. But where and how?
Trade was out of the question. Their paws are too weak for digging. Honor and pride wouldn’t let a mother lead her children round fences to beg or to thieve.
Eight mouths as hungry as wolves—it is no small cross to bear! There wasn’t even a crust for them to gnaw. “Oh, Father, don’t you hear?—Death is already calling our little ones,“ cried poor Mother Mouse.
“Here, you little gymnasts, my sons, take them. Run to carry comfort to those who grieve. Spread happiness with your playing everywhere, and some will also come your way, and bread to eat as well.“
As soon as the youths heard this they eagerly seized on the flutes. They swallowed the five-grain porridge and slipped their knapsacks over their shoulders. At the threshold they nodded a last adieu, and behold: they were off into the world to seek their fortunes!
# Caroling Dusk/Summer Matures

SUMMER MATURES
# Caroling Dusk/Poem (Johnson)

POEM
# Poem

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* Poem ("Ah, I know what happiness is!"), by Blanche Taylor Dickinson
* Poem ("The night is beautiful") by Langston Hughes
* Poem ("We have tomorrow") by Langston Hughes
* Poem ("Little brown boy"), by Helene Johnson
# The Magic Flutes/By the Marsh

BY THE MARSH
The first son of the Mouse family wandered to the edge of a marsh. Not far off a sick Frog was trying to warm his limbs in the spring sun. The poor Frog had only a bed of mud to lie on, and his bed-covers were made of slippery foam.
“Ah, my boy,“ said he sadly to the young Mouse, “once I was a stalwart hero like yourself. These swollen feet of mine were as full of action as steel springs. Whenever a fly chanced to flash by above my home, I leapt after it like a flying bird, so high I almost touched the clouds! And in every contest held here, I always dove the deepest of all into the water and won the wreath of duckweed.
“But last year my foot caught cold in a hole in the bog. Since then, ​ I have been tormented by sickness day and night. I lie on this wet couch so helpless that even the tadpoles mock me. Today, or tomorrow at the latest, kind death will give me rest at last.“
Here a song burst from the flute. It was so sweet, so brimful of cheer that the poor Frog leapt to his feet in delight. He tapped his forehead in wonder: “Why, what’s become of all my pain?“ He touched his shoulders, then his back.— —Not a twinge! He felt no more chills running down his spine, no more fire in his knees. Healthy blood once more flowed merrily through every vein in his body.
“Hurrah!“ cried the Frog in his happiness. Play, golden laddie, play! You have made me young again! Once more my feet are as spry as a lynx’s. I’ll wager that I could jump hip-hop, hop-hip across a ditch all day!“
As the Frog thus exulted, a new wonder of wonders came to pass. A carriage appeared shining like gold and drawn by strong young beetles. Master Frog gaped in amazement. He could scarcely believe his eyes. Then, almost before he knew what he was doing, he was sitting down on the soft velvet of the seat and waving the magic wand for an excursion trip.
Off he went, while all the folk he met bowed low and doffed their caps. Yet he had not gone far when he began to frown. “Alas,“ he sighed, “I see now that indulgence, pomp, and luxury are vain delusions. Little fairy carriage, I must bid you goodbye! My merry heart and active feet call me back home. There only do I care to dance!“
So saying, the Frog leapt from the carriage to the meadow, and started to skip about in the joy of health and strength. But before he turned home, he thanked the Mouse again:
​“Golden laddie,“ said he, “do not stay here. Take the magic carriage; it is now yours. Ride in it far and wide; seek out every marsh and every creature who suffers torment, whether they be young tadpoles or grandfather frogs. Play for them your magic songs to cure their pain. Bless the whole world with health, and may you keep well yourself a thousand years!“
Thus the Frog spoke, and with one hip-hop, hop-hip, he vanished under the water.
# The Magic Flutes/The Quarrel

THE QUARREL
The second Mouse son wrote a letter home. His papa had to burn the lamp until midnight reading it. It ran:
“My dearest parents: Listen to what happened in the cottage by the fish-pond. Liza, the Pussy-Cat, was quarreling with the Dog, Lap, over a rabbit fur. Liza argued: ‘This is mine, for I found it by the flax-house. You must buy yourself another!‘
“‘What! Spend my pennies for another fur,‘ jeered Lap the Dog, ‘that rabbit fell beneath my paw!‘
“‘That is not so,‘ said Liza Puss; ‘my Aunt Mica says you stole it from the store-room! And that you can’t deny!‘
“‘What your Aunt tells you is all slander,‘ Lap snapped back. ‘If the cellar could speak, we’d hear tales of her sneaking about with her children! And as for that ill-mannered kitten of hers, White-Whiskers, who still goes about barefoot, he has already scratched my father’s nose!‘
“‘Your Old Man!‘ countered Lisa. ‘It’s a pity to waste words on him! He’s nothing but a brawler. Wherever he goes, there is fighting!‘
“So,things went from bad to worse till finally the case was brought to court. All the Dogs and the ​
Cats came to hear the judgment. They sharpened up their tongues for talking and their claws for fighting, until the Justice was forced to threaten them with his whip.
“Then beneath the court room window, I began to play my flute. Oh, it was a song like honey; at once from the Judge’s desk to the entrance door all was still! All these hearts boiling with wrath opened wide. Anger fled from them. And when I ended my song, Liza gave Lap her paw as a sign of peace.
“The Justice filled his pipe with pleasure, clapped shut his book of laws, placed the briefs behind a rafter. He put the whip back upon a nail. Then he spoke forth his solemn judgment:
“‘This is the decree: That we lock away anger and malice behind prison walls. Come, clarionets, pipe out your merry music! Boom out, ye big bass-viols!‘
​“When, dearest parents, people heard this wise judgment—through the court room and over the whole village all began to embrace. You can imagine what a splendid ball was held in honor of the occasion!
Everyone came to it prinked up as if the King himself had been invited! There were dances, banquets, and every sort of festivity, and I was rewarded with a fine slab of bacon.
“Everywhere today there is great joy. But I can’t say if it will last until tomorrow. And now, dear parents,—I send greetings even to my mouse-hole, and to you each, a good-night kiss.‘“