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# Landon in The New Monthly 1837/Past Hours

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The New Monthly Magazine, Volume 50, Pages 345-346
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PAST HOURS.
Ah, surely there are moments when thy heart
 Must think of her it has so coldly banished;—
Does not my image to thy memory start,
 Though all that made its earlier charm be vanished?
Do you not think of me sometimes at night,
 When the dark hours are passing still and lonely,
The pale stars watching with their dreamy light,
 And thou art with thy own hushed thoughts left only?
Do they not bring me back? Dost thou not say,
 Perhaps this very moment she is weeping
Those bitter tears that pride subdues by day,
 To wet the pillow that I keep from sleeping!
Does the still midnight waken no remorse,
 No pity for the misery of thy making?
False as thou art—I could not wish thee worse
 Than one sad midnight of my own awaking.
I hear thy voice, I look within thine eyes,—
 Then start to think it is but an illusion;—
False as thy promise, fleeting as the ties
 That bound me to thee with such vain delusion.
Then I recall thy words and looks, and think,
 How could they wear such true, such tender seeming?—
I think till I can bear no more, and shrink,
 And mock myself for all this idle dreaming.
How many words of thine I now recall,
 Scarce noticed at the time when they were spoken;
Alas! how true love fondly treasures all
 The slightest things, like some heart precious token.
I wish I could forget them—for they keep
 Calm from my waking hours—rest from my pillow,
Like those uncertain restless winds that sweep,
 Rising with their perpetual strife, the billow.
If weary of the weight upon my heart,
 I struggle to be glad with vain endeavour;
How soon I sicken of such seeming part!
 The spirits I would force are gone for ever.
If I am sad and weary, and fling by
 The tasks in which I take my old delight no longer:
All other sorrows bring one sadness nigh,—
 Life's cares are strong—but those of love are stronger.
Love has its part in every other thing,
 All grief increasing and all joy impairing;
Death is the only hope, for death will bring
 Rest to the heart, fevered with long despairing.
Ah, then, farewell, there is no more for me;
 Those sunny looks that turn them on to-morrow;
I hope not, fear not, and but wish to be
 Where the last shadow falls on life's last sorrow.
L. E. L.
# Landon in The New Monthly 1837/Song 1

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SONGS.
I.
Farewell, and when to-morrow
 Seems little, like to-day,
And we find life's deepest sorrow
 Melts gradual away;
Yet do not quite forget me,
 Though our love be o'er;
Let gentle dreams regret me
 When we shall meet no more.
Not painfully, not often,
 Remembrance shall intrude;
But let my image soften
 Sometimes your solitude.
Let twilight sad and tender
 Recall our parting tear.
Ah! hope I might surrender,
 But memory is too dear.
# Landon in The New Monthly 1837/Song 2

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II.
May morning light fall o'er thee
 When I am far away;
Let hope's, sweet light restore thee
 All we have dreamed to-day.
I would not have thee keep me
 In mind by tears alone;
I would not have thee weep me,
 Sweet love, when I am gone.
No, as the brook is flowing
 With sunshine at its side;
While fair wild flowers are growing,
 All lovely o'er the tide,
So, linked with many a treasure
 Of nature and of spring,
With all that gives thee pleasure,
 My heart to thine shall cling.
The rose shall be enchanted
 To breathe of love to thee;
All fair things shall be haunted
 With vows of faith for me.
The west wind shall secure thee
 My tidings from the main,
But most of all assure thee
 How soon we meet again.
L. E. L.
# Landon in The New Monthly 1837/The Little Gleaner

III.
The Little Gleaner.
Very fair the child was, with hair of darkest auburn,—
Fair, and yet sunburnt with the golden summer:
Sunshine seem'd the element from which she drew her being.
Careless from her little hand the gather'd ears are scatter'd,
In a graceful wreath the purple corn-flowers binding;
While her sweet face brightens with a sudden pleasure.
Blame not her binding: already stirs within her
All the deep emotions in the love of nature,—
Love, that is the source of the beautiful and holy.
In long-after years will memory, recalling
Sweetness undying from that early garland,
Keep the heart glad with natural devotion.
'Tis a true, sweet lesson; for, in life's actual harvest,
Much we need the flowers that mingle with our labours.
Pleasures, pure and simple, recall us to their Giver;
For ever, in its joy, does the full heart think of Heaven.
# Landon in The New Monthly 1837/We Might Have Been

We might have been!
We might have been!—these are but common words,
 And yet they make the sum of life's bewailing;
They are the echo of those finer chords,
 Whose music life deplores when unavailing. We might have been!
We might have been so happy! says the child,
 Pent in the weary school-room during summer,
When the green rushes 'mid the marshes wild,
 And rosy fruits, attend the radiant comer.
We might have been!
It is the thought that darkens on our youth,
 When first experience—sad experience—teaches
What fallacies we have believed for truth,
 And what few truths endeavour ever reaches.
We might have been!
Alas! how different from what we are
 Had we but known the bitter path before us;
But feelings, hopes, and fancies left afar,
 What in the wide bleak world can e'er restore us?
We might have been!
It is the motto of all human things,
 The end of all that waits on mortal seeking;
The weary weight upon Hope's flagging wings,
 It is the cry of the worn heart while breaking.
We might have been!
And when, warm with the heaven that gave it birth,
 Dawns on our world-worn way Love's hour Elysian;
The last fair angel lingering on our earth;
 The shadow of what thought obscures the vision. We might have been!
A cold fatality attends on love,
 Too soon or else too late the heart-beat quickens;
The star which is our fate springs up above,
 And we but say—while round the vapour thickens—
We might have been!
Life knoweth no like misery;—the rest
 Are single sorrows,—but in this are blended
All sweet emotions that disturb the breast;
 The light that was our loveliest is ended.
We might have been.
Henceforth, how much of the full heart must be
 A seal’d book at whose contents we tremble?
A still voice mutters 'mid our misery,
 The worst to hear—because it must dissemble—
We might have been.
Life is made up of miserable hours,  And all of which we craved a brief possessing,
For which we wasted wishes, hopes, and powers,
 Comes with some fatal drawback on the blessing.
We might have been.
The future never renders to the past
 The young beliefs intrusted to its keeping;
Inscribe one sentence—life's first truth and last—
 On the pale marble where our dust is sleeping—
We might have been.
# Landon in The New Monthly 1838

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Landon in The New Monthly 1838
Poems in The New Monthly Magazine during the year 1838 by Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.)
compiled by Peter J. Bolton
Table of Contents
| A Long While Ago | Volume 52, Pages 372 to 373 | 4 |
| Subjects for Pictures No. IV (actually No. V) | Volume 53, Pages 77 to 81 | |
| I. The Zegri Lady’s Vigil | Volume 53, Pages 77 to 79 | 6 |
| II. Ariadne Watching the Sea after the Departure of Theseus | Volume 53, Pages 80 to 81 | 9 |
| Subjects for Pictures — No. VI. The Two Deaths | Volume 53, Pages 177 to 180 | |
| I. The Death of Sigurd, The Earl of Northumberland | Volume 53, Pages 177 to 178 | 12 |
| II. The Death of Camoens | Volume 53, Pages 179 to 180 | 14 |
# Landon in The New Monthly 1837/Three Extracts from the Diary of a Week

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The New Monthly Magazine, Volume 49, Pages 478-481
THREE EXTRACTS FROM THE DIARY OF A WEEK.
BY L. E. L.
A record of the inward world, whose facts
Are thoughts—and feelings—fears, and hopes, and dreams.
There are some days that might outmeasure years—
Days that obliterate the past, and make
The future of the colour which they cast.
A day may be a destiny; for life
Lives in but little—but that little teems
With some one chance, the balance of all time:
A look—a word—and we are wholly changed.
We marvel at ourselves—we would deny
That which is working in the hidden soul;
But the heart knows and trembles at the truth:
On such these records linger.
# Lawlor v. National Screen Service Corporation (352 U.S. 992)

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United States Supreme Court
352 U.S. 992
Lawlor v. National Screen Service Corporation
Mr. Francis T. Anderson, for petitioners.
Mr. Louis Nizer, for respondent.
PER CURIAM.

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# Lawrence

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* articles in The New International Encyclopædia:
** "Lawrence (Kansas)," in The New International Encyclopædia, New York: Dodd, Mead and Co. (1905)
** "Lawrence (Massachusetts)," in The New International Encyclopædia, New York: Dodd, Mead and Co. (1905)
* articles in Collier's New Encyclopedia (1921):
** "Lawrence (Massachusetts)," in Collier's New Encyclopedia, New York: P. F. Collier & Son Co. (1921)
** "Lawrence (Kansas)," in Collier's New Encyclopedia, New York: P. F. Collier & Son Co. (1921)
* articles in The Encyclopedia Americana (1920):
** "Lawrence (Massachusetts)," in The Encyclopedia Americana, New York: The Encyclopedia Americana Corporation (1920)
** "Lawrence (Kansas)," in The Encyclopedia Americana, New York: The Encyclopedia Americana Corporation (1920)
* articles in The New Student's Reference Work:
** "Lawrence (Kansas)," in The New Student's Reference Work, Chicago: F.E. Compton and Co. (1914)
** "Lawrence (Massachusetts)," in The New Student's Reference Work, Chicago: F.E. Compton and Co. (1914)
* articles in the 1911 Encyclopædia Britannica:
** "Lawrence (Kansas)," in Encyclopædia Britannica (11th ed., 1911)
** "Lawrence (Massachusetts)," in Encyclopædia Britannica (11th ed., 1911)
# Lawlor v. National Screen Service Corporation

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* Lawlor v. National Screen Service Corporation (349 U.S. 322)
* Lawlor v. National Screen Service Corporation (352 U.S. 992)
# Lawlor v. National Screen Service Corporation (349 U.S. 322)

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United States Supreme Court
349 U.S. 322
Lawlor v. National Screen Service Corporation
Argued: Feb. 9, 10, 1955. --- Decided: June 6, 1955
Mr. Francis T. Anderson, Philadelphia, Pa., for petitioners.
Mr. Louis Nizer, New York City, for respondent National Screen Service Corp.
Mr. Earl G. Harrison, Philadelphia, Pa., for respondents Columbia Pictures Corp. et al.
Mr. Chief Justice WARREN delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Lawn v. United States

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United States Supreme Court
355 U.S. 339
Lawn v. United States
Argued: Oct. 14, 15, 1957. --- Decided: Jan 13, 1958
See 355 U.S. 967, 78 S.Ct. 529.
[Syllabus from pages 339-341 intentionally omitted]
Mr. Milton Pollack, New York City, for petitioner Lawn.
Mr. Joseph Leary Delaney, New York City, for petitioners Giglio and Livorsi.
Mr. Roger D. Fisher, Washington, D.C., for respondent.
Mr. Justice WHITTAKER delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Leaves of Grass (1860)/Longings for Home

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LONGINGS FOR HOME.
O magnet-South! O glistening, perfumed South! My South! O quick mettle, rich blood, impulse, and love! Good and evil! O all dear to me! O dear to me my birth-things—All moving things, and the trees where I was born—the grains, plants, rivers; Dear to me my own slow sluggish rivers where they flow, distant, over flats of silvery sands, or through swamps, Dear to me the Roanoke, the Savannah, the Altamahaw, the Pedee, the Tombigbee, the Santee, the Coosa, and the Sabine; O pensive, far away wandering, I return with my Soul to haunt their banks again, Again in Florida I float on transparent lakes—I float on the Okeechobee—I cross the hummock land, or through pleasant openings, or dense forests, I see the parrots in the woods—I see the papaw tree and the blossoming titi; Again, sailing in my coaster, on deck, I coast off Georgia—I coast up the Carolinas, I see where the live-oak is growing—I see where the yellow-pine, the scented bay-tree, the lemon and orange, the cypress, the graceful palmetto; I pass rude sea-headlands and enter Pamlico Sound through an inlet, and dart my vision inland,
O the cotton plant! the growing fields of rice, sugar, hemp! The cactus, guarded with thorns—the laurel-tree, with large white flowers. The range afar—the richness and barrenness—the old woods charged with mistletoe and trailing moss. The piney odor and the gloom—the awful natural stillness, (Here in these dense swamps the free-booter carries his gun, and the fugitive slave has his concealed hut;) O the strange fascination of these half-known, half-impassable swamps, infested by reptiles, resounding with the bellow of the alligator, the sad noises of the night-owl and the wild-cat, and the whirr of the rattlesnake; The mocking-bird, the American mimic, singing all the forenoon—singing through the moon-lit night. The humming-bird, the wild-turkey, the raccoon, the opossum; A Tennessee corn-field—the tall, graceful, long-leaved corn—slender, flapping, bright green, with tassels —with beautiful ears, each well-sheathed in its husk. An Arkansas prairie—a sleeping lake, or still bayou; O my heart! O tender and fierce pangs—I can stand them not—I will depart; O to be a Virginian, where I grew up! O to be a Carolinian! O longings irrepressible! O I will go back to old Tennessee, and never wander more!
# Leaves of Grass (1860)/Kosmos

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KOSMOS.
Who includes diversity, and is Nature,
Who is the amplitude of the earth, and the coarseness
and sexuality of the earth, and the great charity
of the earth, and the equilibrium also, Who has not looked forth from the windows, the eyes,
for nothing, or whose brain held audience with
messengers for nothing;
Who contains believers and disbelievers—Who is the
most majestic lover;
Who holds duly his or her triune proportion of realism, spiritualism, and of the æsthetic, or intellectual,
Who, having considered the body, finds all its organs
and parts good;
Who, out of the theory of the earth, and of his or her
body, understands by subtle analogies, the theory
of a city, a poem, and of the large politics
of These States;
Who believes not only in our globe, with its sun and
moon, but in other globes, with their suns and
moons;
Who, constructing the house of himself or herself, not
for a day, but for all time, sees races, eras, dates, generations, The past, the future, dwelling there, like space, inseparable together.
# Leaves of Grass (1860)/Perfections

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PERFECTIONS.
Only themselves understand themselves, and the like of themselves.
As Souls only understand Souls.
# Leaves of Grass (1860)/Mannahatta

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MANNAHATTA.
I was asking for something specific and perfect for my city, and behold! here is the aboriginal name!
Now I see what there is in a name, a word, liquid,
sane, unruly, musical, self-sufficient,
I see that the word of my city, is that word up there.
Because I see that word nested in nests of water-bays, superb, with tall and wonderful spires, Rich, hemmed thick all around with sailships and
steamships—an island sixteen miles long, solid-
founded,
Numberless crowded streets—high growths of iron,
slender, strong, light, splendidly uprising toward
clear skies;
Tides swift and ample, well-loved by me, toward sundown, The flowing sea-currents, the little islands, the larger adjoining islands, the heights, the villas,
The countless masts, the white shore-steamers, the
lighters, the ferry-boats, the black sea-steamers,
well-model'd;
The down-town streets, the jobbers' houses of business —the houses of business of the ship-merchants, and money-brokers—the river-streets,
Immigrants arriving, fifteen or twenty thousand in a
week,
The carts hauling goods—the manly race of drivers
of horses—the brown-faced sailors, The summer-air, the bright sun shining, and the sailing
clouds aloft, The winter snows, the sleigh-bells—the broken ice in
the river, passing along, up or down, with the
flood-tide or ebb-tide;
The mechanics of the city, the masters, well-formed,
beautiful-faced, looking you straight in the eyes;
Trottoirs thronged—vehicles—Broadway—the women— the shops and shows, The parades, processions, bugles playing, flags flying,
drums beating;
A million people—manners free and superb—open
voices—hospitality—the most courageous and
friendly young men;
The free city! no slaves! no owners of slaves!
The beautiful city! the city of hurried and sparkling
waters! the city of spires and masts!
The city nested in bays! my city!
The city of such women, I am mad to be with them!
I will return after death to be with them!
The city of such young men, I swear I cannot live
happy, without I often go talk, walk, eat, drink,
sleep, with them!
# Leaves of Grass (1860)/France, the 18th Year T. S.

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FRANCE,
The 18th Year of These States.
1.A great year and place,
A harsh, discordant, natal scream rising, to touch the mother's heart closer than any yet.
2.I walked the shores of my Eastern Sea,
Heard over the waves the little voice.
Saw the divine infant, where she woke, mournfully
wailing, amid the roar of cannon, curses, shouts,
crash of falling buildings.
Was not so sick from the blood in the gutters running
—nor from the single corpses, nor those in heaps, nor those borne away in the tumbrils, Was not so desperate at the battues of death—was not so shocked at the repeated fusillades of the guns.
3.Pale, silent, stern, what could I say ,to that long- accrued retribution?
Could I wish humanity different?
Could I wish the people made of wood and stone?
Or that there be no justice in destiny or time?
4.Liberty! O mate for me!
Here too keeps the blaze, the bullet and the axe, in reserve, to fetch them out in case of need,
Here too, though long deprest, still is not destroyed,
Here too could rise at last, murdering and extatic,
Here too would demand full arrears of vengeance.
5.Hence I sign this salute over the sea.
And I do not deny that terrible red birth and baptism,
But remember the little voice that I heard wailing— and wait with perfect trust, no matter how long.
And from to-day, sad and cogent, I maintain the bequeath'd cause, as for all lands.
And I send these words to Paris, with my love.
And I guess some chansonniers there will understand them,
For I guess there is latent music yet in France— floods of it,
O I hear already the bustle of instruments—they will soon be drowning all that would interrupt them,
O I think the east wind brings a triumphal and free march, It reaches hither—it swells me to joyful madness,
I will run transpose it in words, to justify it,
I will yet sing a song for you, ma femme.
# Journal of the Straits Branch of the Royal Asiatic Society/Volume 68

​[No. 68]
JOURNAL
of the
Straits Branch
of the
Royal Asiatic Society
June, 1915
SINGAPORE:
Printed at the Methodist Publishing House.
1915.
page
CONTENTS
# Journal of the Straits Branch of the Royal Asiatic Society/Volume 69

​[No. 69]
JOURNAL
of the
Straits Branch
of the
Royal Asiatic Society
October, 1915
SINGAPORE:
Printed at the Methodist Publishing House.
1915.
page
CONTENTS
# Journal of the Straits Branch of the Royal Asiatic Society/Volume 71

This volume contains the Malay text (in Jawi script) of the Hikayat Sri Rama (introduction in Volume 70). Title page included here for continuity.
حكايت سريرام
نرچڤ دسيڠاڤورا دغڤة چڤ سيدڠ ميتوديس
يڠ دهولو دسبوة
امريكن ميشين ڤريس
1915
# Journal of the Straits Branch of the Royal Asiatic Society/Volume 72

​[No. 72]
JOURNAL
of the
Straits Branch
of the
Royal Asiatic Society
May, 1916.
SINGAPORE:
Printed at the Methodist Publishing House.
1916.
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# Journal of the Straits Branch of the Royal Asiatic Society/Volume 72/Origin of the Name Kuala Lumpur
## Note on the name Kuala Lumpur.

BY E. MACFADYEN.
Kuala Lumpur is generally assumed to be a descriptive title— 'Muddy Mouth'—but the use of a descriptive epithet to qualify the word Kuala is so unusual, that one frequently hears ingenious explanations put forward to account for it in this instance.
Kuala in place names is commonly qualified by the name of the river or tributary which debouches at that point into the sea or a main river; Kuala Perak for instance or Kuala Kubu. If one met a Kuala Merah it would naturally be the name of a place where a Sungei Merah flowed into some larger river. I do not think it would occur to Malays to speak of a place as Kuala Merah because the water there had a red tinge.
Some old residents of Kuala Lumpur have even gone the length of suggesting that a small stream known as the Sungei Lumpur once flowed into the Klang where the Selangor Government offices now stand. If so the name Kuala Lumpur would be quite natural; but I much doubt there being any historical basis for this hypothesis.
An old Malay who worked for me in Kuala Langat used to speak of Kuala Lumpur as Pengkalen Lumpur and I have once or twice questioned Malays on the subject who said that old-fashioned people used that name for the place. It is to be noted, moreover, that the town of Klang was formerly known as Pengkalen Batu; a name by which it is still considered good form to describe the place in full dress writing.
At a time when there were only two settlements on the Klang river it appears probable enough that one should be called Pengkalen Balu and the other Pengkalen Lumpur, The place up stream, however, was from the first almost exclusively a Chinese settlement and anyone who has heard Chinese residents of places like Pengkalen Durian or Pengkalen Kempas refer to these places will agree that 'Kalen Lumpur is about as near an approximation to the correct form as they would be at all likely to attain.
I suggest that this is possibly the origin of the name. The transition, by a false analogy, to Kuala Lumpur would be tempting to people much more accustomed to Malay place names beginning with a Kuala than with a Pengkalen; and at a time when the 'tulisan Roman' was an undiscovered art there would be few obstacles to the mistaken version becoming stereotyped. No large or indigenous Malay element existed in the population to correct such tendency.
# Journal of the Straits Branch of the Royal Asiatic Society/Volume 70

​[No. 70]
JOURNAL
of the
Straits Branch
of the
Royal Asiatic Society
April, 1917.
SINGAPORE:
Printed at the Methodist Publishing House.
1917.
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CONTENTS.