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# Jay v. Boyd/Dissent Warren

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* Dissenting Opinions Warren Black Frankfurter Douglas
United States Supreme Court
351 U.S. 345
Cecil Reginald Jay, v. John P. Boyd.
No. 503. Argued: May 3, 1956. --- Decided: June 11, 1956.
Mr. Chief Justice WARREN, dissenting.
In conscience, I cannot agree with the opinion of the majority. It sacrifices to form too much of the American spirit of fair play in both our judicial and administrative processes.
In the interest of humanity, the Congress, in order to relieve some of the harshness of the immigration laws, gave the Attorney General discretion to relieve hardship in deportation cases. I do not believe it was 'an unfettered discretion,' as stated in the opinion. It was an administrative discretion calling for a report to Congress on the manner of its use. The Attorney General, recognizing this, rightfully provided for an administrative hearing for the exercise of that discretion. On the other hand, he provided by his regulation that his numerous subordinate hearing officers might, in spite of a record clearly establishing a right to relief, deny that relief if, on the basis of undisclosed 'confidential' information, the relief would in their opinion be 'prejudicial to the public interest, safety, or security.' Such a hearing is not an administrative hearing in the American sense of the term. It is no hearing.
Yet, on the basis of such 'confidential' information, after more than 40 years of residence here, we are tearing petitioner from his relatives and friends and from the country he fought to sustain, when the record shows he has not offended against our laws, bears a good reputation, and would suffer great hardship if deported. Petitioner is not a citizen of the United States, but the Due Process Clause protects 'persons.' To me, this is not due process. If sanction of this use and effect of 'confidential' information is confirmed against this petitioner by a process of judicial reasoning, it may be recognized as a principle of law to be extended against American citizens in a myriad of ways.
I am unwilling to write such a departure from American standards into the judicial or administrative process or to impute to Congress an intention to do so in the absence of much clearer language than it has used here.

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# Jerusalem. The Emanation of the Giant Albion/Plate 22

Written and etched 1804-1820. Source: Blake: The Complete Poetry & Prose (David. V. Erdman) In the internet: www.blakearchive.org
* PLATE 22
* Jerusalem The Emanation of The Giant Albion, copy E, object 22 (Bentley 22, Erdman 22, Keynes 22)
* Albion thy fear has made me tremble; thy terrors have surrounded me
* Thy Sons have naild me on the Gates piercing my hands & feet:
* Till Skofields Nimrod the mighty Huntsman Jehovah came,
* With Cush his Son & took me down. He in a golden Ark,
* 5 Bears me before his Armies tho my shadow hovers here
* The flesh of multitudes fed & nouris[h]d me in my childhood
* My morn & evening food were prepard in Battles of Men
* Great is the cry of the Hounds of Nimrod along the Valley
* Of Vision, they scent the odor of War in the Valley of Vision.
* 10 All Love is lost! terror succeeds & Hatred instead of Love
* And stern demands of Right & Duty instead of Liberty
* Once thou wast to me the loveliest Son of heaven; but now
* Where shall I hide from thy dread countenance & searching eyes
* I have looked into the secret Soul of him I loved
* 15 And in the dark recesses found Sin & can never return.
* Albion again utterd his voice beneath the silent Moon
* I brought Love into light of day to pride in chaste beauty
* I brought Love into light & fancied Innocence is no more
* Then spoke Jerusalem O Albion! my Father Albion
* 20 Why wilt thou number every little fibre of my Soul
* Spreading them out before the Sun like stalks of flax to dry?
* The Infant Joy is beautiful, but its anatomy
* Horrible ghast & deadly! nought shalt thou find in it
* But dark despair & everlasting brooding melancholy!
* 25 Then Albion turnd his face toward Jerusalem & spoke
* Hide thou Jerusalem in impalpable voidness, not to be
* Touchd by the hand nor seen with the eye: O Jerusalem
* Would thou wert not & that thy place might never be found
* But come O Vala with knife & cup: drain my blood
* 30 To the last drop! then hide me in thy Scarlet Tabernacle
* For I see Luvah whom I slew. I behold him in my Spectre
* As I behold Jerusalem in thee O Vala dark and cold
* Jerusalem then stretchd her hand toward the Moon & spoke
* Why should Punishment Weave the Veil with Iron Wheels of War
* 35 When Forgiveness might it Weave with Wings of Cherubim
* Loud groand Albion from mountain to mountain & replied

## Notes

* ↑ 22:10 Hatred] mended from Ratred
# Jerusalem. The Emanation of the Giant Albion/Plate 15

Written and etched 1804-1820. Source: Blake: The Complete Poetry & Prose (David. V. Erdman) In the internet: www.blakearchive.org
[ PLATE 15 ]
* And Hand & Hyle rooted into Jerusalem by a fibre
* Of strong revenge & Skofeld Vegetated by Reubens Gate
* In every Nation of the Earth till the Twelve Sons of Albion
* Enrooted into every Nation: a mighty Polypus growing
* 5 From Albion over the whole Earth: such is my awful Vision.
* I see the Four-fold Man. The Humanity in deadly sleep
* And its fallen Emanation. The Spectre & its cruel Shadow.
* I see the Past, Present & Future, existing all at once
* Before me; O Divine Spirit sustain me on thy wings!
* 10 That I may awake Albion from His long & cold repose.
* For Bacon & Newton sheathd in dismal steel, their terrors hang
* Like iron scourges over Albion, Reasonings like vast Serpents
* Infold around my limbs, bruising my minute articulations
* I turn my eyes to the Schools & Universities of Europe
* 15 And there behold the Loom of Locke whose Woof rages dire
* Washd by the Water-wheels of Newton. black the cloth
* In heavy wreathes folds over every Nation; cruel Works
* Of many Wheels I View, wheel without wheel, with cogs tyrannic
* Moving by compulsion each other: not as those in Eden: which
* 20 Wheel within Wheel in freedom revolve in harmony & peace.
* I see in deadly fear in London Los raging round his Anvil
* Of death: forming an Ax of gold: the Four Sons of Los
* Stand round him cutting the Fibres from Albions hills
* That Albions Sons may roll apart over the Nations
* 25 While Reuben enroots his brethren in the narrow Canaanite
* From the Limit Noah to the Limit Abram in whose Loins
* Reuben in his Twelve-fold majesty & beauty shall take refuge
* As Abraham flees from Chaldea shaking his goary locks
* But first Albion must sleep, divided from the Nations
* 30 I see Albion sitting upon his Rock in the first Winter
* And thence I see the Chaos of Satan & the World of Adam
* When the Divine Hand went forth on Albion in the mid Winter
* And at the place of Death when Albion sat in Eternal Death
* Among the Furnaces of Los in the Valley of the Son of Hinnom
# Jerusalem. The Emanation of the Giant Albion/Plate 19

Written and etched 1804-1820. Source: Blake: The Complete Poetry & Prose (David. V. Erdman) In the internet: www.blakearchive.org
[ PLATE 19 ]
* His Children exil'd from his breast pass to and fro before him
* His birds are silent on his hills, flocks die beneath his branches
* His tents are fall'n! his trumpets, and the sweet sound of his harp
* Are silent on his clouded hills, that belch forth storms & fire.
* 5 His milk of Cows, & honey of Bees, & fruit of golden harvest, 5
* Is gather'd in the scorching heat, & in the driving rain:
* Where once he sat he weary walks in misery and pain:
* His Giant beauty and perfection fallen into dust:
* Till from within his witherd breast grown narrow with his woes:
* 10 The corn is turn'd to thistles & the apples into poison:
* The birds of song to murderous crows, his joys to bitter groans!
* The voices of children in his tents, to cries of helpless infants!
* And self-exiled from the face of light & shine of morning,
* In the dark world a narrow house! he wanders up and down,
* 15 Seeking for rest and finding none! and hidden far within,
* His Eon weeping in the cold and desolated Earth.
* All his Affections now appear withoutside: all his Sons,
* Hand, Hyle & Coban, Guantok, Peachey, Brereton, Slayd & Hutton,
* Scofeld, Kox, Kotope & Bowen; his Twelve Sons: Satanic Mill!
* 20 Who are the Spectres of the Twentyfour, each Double-form'd:
* Revolve upon his mountains groaning in pain: beneath
* The dark incessant sky, seeking for rest and finding none:
* Raging against their Human natures, ravning to gormandize
* The Human majesty and beauty of the Twentyfour.
* 25 Condensing them into solid rocks with cruelty and abborrence
* Suspition & revenge, & the seven diseases of the Soul
* Settled around Albion and around Luvah in his secret cloud[.]
* Willing the Friends endur'd, for Albions sake, and for
* Jerusalem his Emanation shut within his bosom;
* 30 Which hardend against them more and more; as he builded onwards
* On the Gulph of Death in self-righteousness, that roll'd
* Before his awful feet, in pride of virtue for victory:
* And Los was roofd in from Eternity in Albions Cliffs
* Which stand upon the ends of Beulah, and withoutside, all
* 35 Appear'd a rocky form against the Divine Humanity.
* Albions Circumference was clos'd: his Center began darkning
* Into the Night of Beulah, and the Moon of Beulah rose
* Clouded with storms: Los his strong Guard walkd round beneath the Moon
* And Albion fled inward among the currents of his rivers.
* 40 He found Jerusalem upon the River of his City soft repos'd
* In the arms of Vala, assimilating in one with Vala
* The Lilly of Havilah: and they sang soft thro' Lambeths vales,
* In a sweet moony night & silence that they had created
* With a blue sky spread over with wings and a mild moon,
* 45 Dividing & uniting into many female forms: Jerusalem
* Trembling! then in one comingling in eternal tears,
* Sighing to melt his Giant beauty, on the moony river.
# Jerusalem. The Emanation of the Giant Albion/Plate 2

Written and etched 1804-1820.
[ Plate 2 ]
Jerusalem
The
Emanation of
The Giant
Albion
  1804
Printed by W. Blake Sth Molton St.

## Notes

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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# Jerusalem. The Emanation of the Giant Albion/Plate 14

Written and etched 1804-1820. Source: Blake: The Complete Poetry & Prose (David. V. Erdman) In the internet: www.blakearchive.org
[ PLATE 14 ]
* One hair nor particle of dust, not one can pass away.
* He views the Cherub at the Tree of Life, also the Serpent,
* Orc the first born coild in the south: the Dragon Urizen:
* Tharmas the Vegetated Tongue even the Devouring Tongue:
* 5A threefold region, a false brain: a false heart:
* And false bowels: altogether composing the False Tongue,
* Beneath Beulah: as a watry flame revolving every way
* And as dark roots and stems: a Forest of affliction, growing
* In seas of sorrow. Los also views the Four Females:
* 10Ahania, and Enion, and Vala, and Enitharmon lovely.
* And from them all the lovely beaming Daughters of Albion,
* Ahania & Enion & Vala, are three evanescent shades:
* Enitharmon is a vegetated mortal Wife of Los:
* His Emanation, yet his Wife till the sleep of death is past.
* 15Such are the Buildings of Los! & such are the Woofs of Enitharmon!
* And Los beheld his Sons, and he beheld his Daughters:
* Every one a translucent Wonder: a Universe within,
* Increasing inwards, into length and breadth, and heighth:
* Starry & glorious: and they every one in their bright loins:
* 20Have a beautiful golden gate which opens into the vegetative world:
* And every one a gate of rubies & all sorts of precious stones
* In their translucent hearts, which opens into the vegetative world:
* And every one a gate of iron dreadful and wonderful,
* In their translucent heads, which opens into the vegetative world
* 25And every one has the three regions Childhood: Manhood: & Age:
* But the gate of the tongue: the western gate in them is clos'd,
* Having a wall builded against it: and thereby the gates
* Eastward & Southward & Northward, are incircled with flaming fires.
* And the North is Breadth, the South is Heighth & Depth:
* 30The East is Inwards: & the West is Outwards every way.
* And Los beheld the mild Emanation Jerusalem eastward bending
* Her revolutions toward the Starry Wheels in maternal anguish
* Like a pale cloud arising from the arms of Beulahs Daughters:
* In Entuthon Benythons deep Vales beneath Golgonooza.
# Jerusalem. The Emanation of the Giant Albion/Plate 20

Written and etched 1804-1820. Source: Blake: The Complete Poetry & Prose (David. V. Erdman) In the internet: www.blakearchive.org
[ PLATE 20 ]
* But when they saw Albion fall'n upon mild Lambeths vale:
* Astonish'd! Terrified! they hover'd over his Giant limbs.
* Then thus Jerusalem spoke, while Vala wove the veil of tears:
* Weeping in pleadings of Love, in the web of despair.
* 5 Wherefore hast thou shut me into the winter of human life
* And clos'd up the sweet regions of youth and virgin innocence:
* Where we live, forgetting error, not pondering on evil:
* Among my lambs & brooks of water, among my warbling birds:
* Where we delight in innocence before the face of the Lamb:
* 10 Going in and out before him in his love and sweet affection.
* Vala replied weeping & trembling, hiding in her veil.
* When winter rends the hungry family and the snow falls:
* Upon the ways of men hiding the paths of man and beast,
* Then mourns the wanderer: then he repents his wanderings & eyes
* 15 The distant forest; then the slave groans in the dungeon of stone.
* The captive in the mill of the stranger, sold for scanty hire.
* They view their former life: they number moments over and over;
* Stringing them on their remembrance as on a thread of sorrow.
* Thou art my sister and my daughter! thy shame is mine also!
* 20 Ask me not of my griefs! thou knowest all my griefs.
* Jerusalem answer'd with soft tears over the valleys.
* O Vala what is Sin? that thou shudderest and weepest
* At sight of thy once lov'd Jerusalem! What is Sin but a little
* Error & fault that is soon forgiven; but mercy is not a Sin
* 25 Nor pity nor love nor kind forgiveness! O! if I have Sinned
* Forgive & pity me! O! unfold thy Veil in mercy & love!
* Slay not my little ones, beloved Virgin daughter of Babylon
* Slay not my infant loves & graces, beautiful daughter of Moab
* I cannot put off the human form I strive but strive in vain
* 30 When Albion rent thy beautiful net of gold and silver twine;
* Thou hadst woven it with art, thou hadst caught me in the bands
* Of love; thou refusedst to let me go: Albion beheld thy beauty
* Beautiful thro' our Love's comeliness, beautiful thro' pity.
* The Veil shone with thy brightness in the eyes of Albion,
* 35 Because it inclosd pity & love; because we lov'd one-another!
* Albion lov'd thee! he rent thy Veil! he embrac'd thee! he lov'd thee!
* Astonish'd at his beauty & perfection, thou forgavest his furious love:
* I redounded from Albions bosom in my virgin loveliness.
* The Lamb of God reciev'd me in his arms he smil'd upon us:
* 40 He made me his Bride & Wife: he gave thee to Albion.
* Then was a time of love: O why is it passed away!
* Then Albion broke silence and with groans reply'd
# Landon in The New Monthly 1834

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Landon in The New Monthly 1834
A Poem in The New Monthly Magazine during the year 1834 by Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.)
compiled by Peter J. Bolton
* The Future
# Landon in The New Monthly 1835

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Landon in The New Monthly 1835
Poems in The New Monthly Magazine during the year 1835 by Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.)
compiled by Peter J. Bolton
Table of Contents
| Stanzas on the Death of Mrs Hemans | Volume 44, Page 286 to 288 | 4 |
| The Dream | Volume 44, Page 468 | 7 |
| The Parting Word | Volume 45, Page 155 | 8 |
| Death Bed of Alexander the Great | Volume 45, Pages 302 to 304 | 9 |
# Landon in The New Monthly 1833/Stanzas

STANZAS.
I know it is not made to last,   The dream which haunts my soul;  The shadow even now is cast   Which soon will wrap the whole. 
Ah! waking dreams that mock the day   Have other end than those,  Which come beneath the moonlight ray,   And charm the eyes they close. 
The vision colouring the night   ‘Mid bloom and brightness wakes,  Banished by morning's cheerful light,   Which gladdens while it breaks.
But dreams which fix the waking eye   With deeper spells than sleep,  When hours unnoted pass us by,   From such we wake and weep. 
We wake,—but not to sleep again;   The heart has lost its youth,—  The morning light which wakes us then,   Calm, cold, and stern, is Truth. 
I know all this, and yet I yield   My spirit to the snare,  And gather flowers upon the field,   Though Woe and Fate are there. 
The maid divine, who bound her wreath   On Etna's fatal plain,  Knew not the foe that lurked beneath   The summer-clad domain.
But I—I read my doom aright,   I snatched a few glad hours,  Then where will be the past delight—   And where my gathered flowers? 
Gone—gone for ever! let them go;   The present is my meed—  Aye, let me worship, ere I know   The falsehood of my creed. 
The time may come—they say it must—   When thou, my idol now,  Like all we treasure and we trust,   Will mock the votive vow. 
And when the temple's on the ground—   The altar overthrown—  Too late the bitter moral's found,—   The folly was our own.
It matters not, my heart is full   With present hopes and fears,  The future cannot quite annul—   Let them be bought by tears. 
Though sorrow, disbelief, and blame   May load the fallen shrine;  To think that once it bore thy name   Will make it still divine. 
And such it was—for it was love's;   And love its heaven brings,  And from life's daily path removes   All other meaner things; 
And calls from out the common heart   Its music, and its fire;  Like that the early hours impart   To Memnon's sculptured lyre. 
A touch of light—a tone of song—   The sweet enchantment's o'er;  The thrilling heart and lute ere long   Confess the spell no more. 
The music from the heart is gone;   The light has left the sky;  And time again flows calmly on,   The haunted hour past by. 
And thus with love the charmed earth   Grows actual, cold, and drear;  But that sweet phantasy was worth   All else most precious here. 
'Mid the dark web that life must weave,   'Twill linger in the mind  As angels spread their wings, yet leave   The trace of heaven behind.
Ah! let the heart that worships thee   By every change be proved:  Its dearest memory will be   To know that once it loved.L. E. L.
# Landon in The New Monthly 1834/The Future

The New Monthly Magazine, Volume 40, Page 303-304
THE FUTURE.
BY L. E. L.
Ask me not, love, what can be in my heart;
When gazing on thee, sudden tear-drops start,
When only smiles should brighten where thou art.
The human heart is compassed by fears;
And joy is tremulous—for it inspheres
A vapoury star, which melts away in tears.
I am too happy for a careless mirth;
Hence thoughts the sweet, yet sorrowful, have birth:— Who looks from heaven is half returned to earth.
I feel the weakness of my love—its care—
How deep, how true, how passionate soe'er,
It cannot keep one sorrow from thy share.
How powerless is my fond anxiety!
I feel I could lay down my life for thee;
Yet know how vain such sacrifice must be!
Ah, the sweet present!—should it not suffice?
Not to humanity, which vainly tries
To lift the curtain that may never rise!
Hence do we tremble in our happiness;
Hurried and dim, the unknown hours press;—
We question of the grief we cannot guess.
The Future is more present than the Past:
For one look back, a thousand on we cast;
And hope doth ever memory outlast.
For hope, say fear. Hope is a timid thing,
Fearful and weak, and born 'mid suffering;—
At least, such hope as our sad earth can bring.
Its home, it is not here, it looks beyond;
And while it carries an enchanter's wand,
Its spells are conscious of their earthly bond.
We almost fear the presence of our joy;
It doth tempt Fate, the stern one, to destroy,
Fate in whose hands this world is as a toy.
We dearly buy our pleasures, we repay
By some deep suffering; or they decay
Or change to pain, and curse us by their stay.
A world of ashes is beneath our feet—
Cold ashes of each beautiful deceit,
Owned by long silent hearts, that beat as ours now beat.
How can we trust our own? we waste our breath;
We heap up hope and joy in one bright wreath;—
Our altar is the grave—our priest is death.
But, ah! death is repose;—'tis not our doom,—
The cold, the calm, that haunts my soul with gloom:
I tremble at the passage to the tomb.
Love mine—what depths of misery may be
In the dark future!—I may meet thine eye,
Cold, careless, and estranged, before I die.
All grief is possible, and some is sure;
How can the loving heart e'er feel secure,
And e'er it breaks it may so much endure?
We had not lived had the past been foreshown;
Ah! merciful the shadow round us thrown.—
Thank heaven, the future is at least unknown!