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# Lo! as a little child

Lo! as a little child Looks from its window on a mighty town, And sees the roofs as far as eye can reach, But thinks not, knows not—nay, will not believe— That there are Fathers, Mothers, Sisters, Homes All like his own, a thousand homely talks, Manners, and custom—so I saw the world With millions of my brethren. Then I wrote; And all my verse sprang fire-new from a brain That loved it and believed it. But the world Coldly, in silence, passed my numbers by. Therefore I sang in fury! When the years Brought with them coolness, all too late I found There were ten thousand, thousand thoughts like mine!
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# Lloyd v. Scott Bailiff

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United States Supreme Court
29 U.S. 205
Lloyd v. Scott Bailiff

## Notes

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# Lloyd’s Lessee v. Taylor

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The Lessee of lloyd versus Taylor.
Ejectment for Ground in the City of Philadelphia. Mercy Masters being seized in fee married Peter Lloyd. Peter Lloyd and Mercy his Wife convey to Ralph Ashton in 1727. Ralph Ashton reconveys to Peter Lloyd the Land in question. Afterwards, in 1738, on a Judgment againft Peter Lloyd, the Land in question was taken in Execution and sold by the Sheriff to the Defendant for £1300.—Plaintiff claims as Heir at Law to Mercy Lloyd, insisting that his Mother being a Feme Covert could not legally convey her estate without an examination by Writ. And though in the case of Davey versus Turner tried in this Court September 1764, it was ruled that an acknowledgement of the Deed on a private examination before a Justice of peace, was sufficient under a long Usage to sanctify her Deed, though not strictly agreeable to Law; yet here there was not even that acknowledgment or private examination.
But it appearing in Evidence, that it had been the constant Usage of the Province formerly for Femes Covert to convey their Estates in this manner, without an acknowledgment or separate examination; And that there were a great number of valuable Estates held under such Titles, which it would be dangerous to impeach at this time of day, the Court gave a Charge to the Jury in favour of the Defendants, founded on the Maxim Communis Error facit Jus. And the Jury accordingly found for the Defendant.
# Lo, He Comes with Clouds Descending

Lo! He comes with clouds descending, Once for favored sinners slain; Thousand thousand saints attending, Swell the triumph of His train: Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! God appears on earth to reign.
Every eye shall now behold Him Robed in dreadful majesty; Those who set at naught and sold Him, Pierced and nailed Him to the tree, Deeply wailing, deeply wailing, deeply wailing, Shall the true Messiah see.
Every island, sea, and mountain, Heav’n and earth, shall flee away; All who hate Him must, confounded, Hear the trump proclaim the day: Come to judgment! Come to judgment! Come to judgment! Come to judgment! Come away!
Now redemption, long expected, See in solemn pomp appear; All His saints, by man rejected, Now shall meet Him in the air: Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! See the day of God appear!
Answer Thine own bride and Spirit, Hasten, Lord, the general doom! The new Heav’n and earth t’inherit, Take Thy pining exiles home: All creation, all creation, all creation, Travails! groans! and bids Thee come!
The dear tokens of His passion Still His dazzling body bears; Cause of endless exultation To His ransomed worshippers; With what rapture, with what rapture, with what rapture Gaze we on those glorious scars!
Yea, Amen! let all adore Thee, High on Thine eternal throne; Savior, take the power and glory, Claim the kingdom for Thine own; O come quickly! O come quickly! O come quickly! Everlasting God, come down!
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Now the Savior, long expected, See, in solemn pomp appear; All His saints, by man rejected, Now shall meet Him in the air: Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! See the day of God appear.
Yea, amen! let all adore Thee, High on Thine eternal throne; Savior, take the pow'r and glory, Claim the kingdom for Thine own: O come quickly, O come quickly, Alleluia! come, Lord, come!
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# Lindigo, the White Woman/Chapter 29

CHAPTER XXIX.
A GENERAL MUSTER.
Our tale is now drawing to a close, but before we drop the curtain, we will give the reader another peep at the different characters.
It will, therefore, be necessary to mention that, after Charlie Stuart's departure from Australia, vague rumours of the captivity of a white woman being among the Warrigal tribe, daily increased. These surmises first gained ground from some hints dropped by Takawarrant, when Charles and Quandak were away on their expedition, and also from a few Warrigals, who were mixing with the civilized natives. Consequently an expedition was set on foot by some philanthrophic and chivalric colonists for her rescue.
After a great deal of fatigue and expense, this was abandoned, little expecting that she was settled comfortably at home with her husband. The band of natives who witnessed the rescue of Lindigo, and the death of their leaders, became so alarmed that a similar fate awaited them, that they sought the security of the snowy mountains, never afterwards holding intercourse with other tribes. They sometimes visited the 90-mile beach, but always kept aloof from civilized society.
Our last budget from the Highlands contained the gratifying intelligence that the Lochlinn estate is progressing favourably, under the able management of Charlie, assisted by George, who occupies both farms, the latter's wife declares that she has quite weaned her husband from taking a spree, ever since the day he was caught.
Major Campbell and his friend, Captain John McDonnell (John Lom) have both succeeded to their parents' estates after having distinguished themselves in the Crimea. They, with their families, annually visit the Lochlinn estate. On these occasions the Major indulges freely in his whiskey toddy, while John Lom, who has not forgotten his tricks, never fails to gratify ​his propensity, and frequently favours the company with the "Battle of Inverlochy."
The real "Fighting Jack" has passed away at an advanced age, leaving his wealth to John Lom for having so successfully personated him at the Forbes'.
All our friends are united in their endeavours to bring up their children that they may prove not only a pleasure to their parents and friends, but also ornaments to society, and may their endeavours be crowned with the most complete success.
Donald and his wife are surrounded by a numerous family, who are uncommonly destructive to the corn-ricks, by pulling out straws for whistles. Donald plays at the castle on special occasions, and always gives great pleasure by his skilful execution.
Quandak and Maria are not quite so satisfied, and would have no objection to return to Australia, and resume the opossum cloak.
Takawarrant has become an accomplished sportsman, and is a great enemy to all kinds of game. He is also an excellent horseman, and is quite delighted with the life.
But the last, and most interesting part of our communication, was to the effect that Bella had presented her husband with twin girls, and that they had been named Pamul and Lindigo.
THE END.
WALKER, MAY AND CO., PRINTERS, 99 BOURKE STREET WEST, MELBOURNE.
# Little Playfellows/Poor Gustave

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POOR GUSTAVE.
Little boys and girls often think their parents are severe because they reprimand them for their faults, but they always know what is best for them. There was once a little boy named Gustave, who had but one eye. Gustave was naturally sweet and affectionate, but he was fond of teasing, and this fault caused him to lose his eye. I will tell you how it happened. One day he went to call on his cousin Frank. He found him in his garden, trying to catch a beautiful butterfly for his collection of insects. Gustave slipped up behind him slily, which made the butterfly fly off. Frank turned suddenly and knocked Gustave over. He fell on a large rosebush, one of the thorns of which penetrated his left eye, destroying the sight forever. You see that little causes often produce great effects. If Gustave had not been fond of teasing, he would not have lost his eye.
# Little Playfellows/The Little Mariners

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THE LITTLE MARINERS.
George and his sister Lillie are having a nice time sailing their little boat in the brook. Their mother told them they could play here, for the water was not deep. She also told them a story about their friend Emil, who could not swim, although his father was a fisherman. Emil thought the water was not deep enough; so he went to the river with his boat. In leaning over the bank to push it into the current, he lost his balance and fell into the water. He would have been drowned had not his father, who was fishing near, came to his rescue. There is no fear for George and Lillie, for they will not disobey their mamma, and no danger will come to them.
# Little Orphant Annie

A 1912 phonograph recording of James Whitcomb Riley reading his famous poem.
* The Elf in Hallowe'en Festivities (1903)
* Little Orphant Annie in Poems That Every Child Should Know (1904)
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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# Little Playfellows/The Little Cavalier

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THE LITTLE CAVALIER.
A little boy was playing with his hobby-horse one day, and making a great deal of noise, when an old gentleman, who lived in the next room, called to him and said, "Can you not play more quietly?" The little boy answered, "It is raining and I can't go out of doors." The old gentleman said, "But can you not make less noise, for I am sick and need rest." The little boy said, "If that is the case, I will not make any noise." When his mother came home, she praised him for his kindness, and said he did right. Little Johnnie, for that was his name, had forgotten all about the old gentleman, when, a week after, a large box came to him on which was written, "To my young neighbor, a souvenir of a rain day." The box was full of beautiful lead sol​diers and cannons, with which he had a great deal of pleasure. When his mother saw them she said, "You see, my son, kindness always receives its reward."
# Little Playfellows

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LITTLE PLAYFELLOWS.
The Little Cavalier The Little Savoyard The Goat and Her Kid The Dog of the Regiment The Little Mariners Poor Gustave
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# Little Playfellows/The Dog of the Regiment

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THE DOG OF THE REGIMENT.
This dog is named Pompey; he is called the Dog of the Regiment, because he has been with a regiment of soldiers for many years. He is a wonderful dog; he can march on his hind legs, play the drum with his paws, and pretend to be dead. Pompey has been very useful to his regiment. Once he carried a dispatch through a fire of musketry; another time he woke up a sleeping sentinel; and again he pointed out a troupe of the enemy hidden in the woods. Finally he saved the life of the surgeon of the regiment, who had been left to die on the field of battle. Pompey is a friend ​to all the soldiers, from the colonel down. You will see him in the picture, pretending to be a bear that he may get a piece of sugar which the colonel's son is offering him.
# Little Playfellows/The Goat and Her Kid

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THE GOAT AND HER KID.
Goats are not naturally vicious, but will defend themselves if attacked. There was once a little boy in New York named Harry, who went to visit his aunt in the country. This aunt had a goat named Grisette, who had a little kid, and she told Harry that he could feed Grisette, but he must not tease her. But Harry was very mischievous, and liked to see the goat run on the hill-sides. To make her run, he would poke her with a stick, when one day he stuck the stick in her nose, which was more than ​Grisette could stand, so she put down her head, butted him with her horns, and down he rolled to the bottom of the hill. Harry was much bruised and had to be carried into the house and put to bed, where he was confined for six weeks, thus losing most of his holiday. Let this be a lesson to you, my little friends, never to torment any animals.
# Little Playfellows/The Little Savoyard

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THE LITTLE SAVOYARD.
There was once a little boy who came from Savoy to the City of Paris with a fellow-countryman. Soon after arriving his countryman deserted him, though he had promised his mother to take care of him. Little Pierre did not know what to do all alone in this great city. He walked around all day crying bitterly, but when evening came he thought of a prayer his mother had taught him, and he repeated it: "My God, you who watch over the little birds, oh! do not forsake the little children." As he ended the prayer the pigeons of the city, which were very numerous, flew about him, and one lit on his shoulder. He said to it, "Beautiful bird, go and tell my mother to come and get me." A lady passing by ​heard him repeat the prayer and give the message to the bird. She knew at once that he was a good boy, so she took him to her home, where she gave him nice clothes and plenty to eat. She sent a letter to his mother, and while waiting for her to come to him he used to go out and play with the pigeons. They would run to be caressed by him, for they well knew that they could trust a child who prays.
# Mandragora/Lost

             LOST
THE purple waves recede,
 The wings of the sunset sink —
Sea-birds, sea-foam, sea-weed
 Are lost on the world's brink,
The flowing darkness covers the deep
 And I weep — and I weep!
Oh, desperate memory!
 Oh, hopeless, bitter cry!
She is dead who was all my life to me,
 And the wind goes heedless by!
Lost! Lost! Lost!
 She can never hear me again!
Under the tides of the sea she is tossed
 And her tangled hair drifts round her head
And her tender eyelids are closed and dead.
 She can never hear me again!
Can it be so?
 Can such things be, As the things that have been between her and me,
 And the waters flow on eternally?
Better had neither of us been born!
 Oh darkness, darkness, do not stir,
One word, only one word with her
 One little word, before the dawn!
# Mandragora/Memory

             MEMORY
OH, let me forget
 That ever the air was sweet
With the breath of your flower-like ways,
With your wistful, heart-breaking ways,
 And the music of your feet.
Oh, let me forget
That ever the air was warm
With the glow of your youthful lips,
With the rich soft bloom of your lips,
 And the magic of your form!
Forget that body so white
 And that hair that slipped its bands,
And the eyelids kissed by the perfumed night,
 And the pale and passionate hands.
Forget — forget these things!
 For these things have an adder's tooth;
And beauty like a scorpion stings,
 And cruel — ah, cruel is youth!
Let me feel on my forehead the wind
 That blows from the classic shore
Where the wise and lonely shadows find
 Rest and need love no more!
No more? If I'm to forget
 Your ways, your looks, your tones,
There must be no flowers by Lethe set,
Or only scentless ones!
Ah, God — the scent of a flower!
All else the flesh can endure.
But for that — in its hour — in its hour —
There is no cure.
# Mandragora/Night

Published in Mandragora (1917)
             NIGHT
ALONE again! And the silence flows
Round the windows of this place.
The night is starless and heavy and close,
Rain-scented like a drooping rose;
And on the night floats your face.
It does not smile, it does not frown.
It does not laugh, it does not weep;
It only rocks itself up and down.
Floating, as if on the waves of sleep.
Like a drooping rose is your dreamy face
With the starless night about it furled;
And infinite silence fills the place.
And there is nothing else in the world.
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# Mandragora/God

Published in Mandragora (1917)
GOD
WHAT is that face at the window?
 What is that form at the door?
Of white mist are its shadowy limbs
 And with moonlight covered o'er.
Is it a girl or a ghost?
 Pile up the fuel higher!
Pour out the wine and heat the roast!
 Let us warm ourselves at the fire.
Look! It wavers and moans.
 It is very cold and drear!
Pelt it with nuts and cherry-stones!
 It must not enter here.
Let us talk philosophy,
 While the roast is on the spit.
That moonlit thing which wavers there,
 What have we to do with it?
Listen! Its white lips move.
 Christ! Are you mad that you rise
As if each one saw his buried love
 Stand living before his eyes?
I have no love. I lie!
 I lie not! — The wine is poured
And the roast is ready; and I —
 I refuse to believe in God!
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# Mandragora/In the Night

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             IN THE NIGHT
A CRY like a child's cry lost in the rain
Came to me out of the mist.
I rose and answered that cry again,
 But it went sobbing over the plain
And died into the mist.
And where it had been came the scent of flowers
 Out of a world's distress,
With a moan of gathered thunder-showers
 And a gasping loneliness.
And the gods with their faces wet with crying,
 The old gods strange and wild,
Swept out upon us across the night,
 And — oh mystery, mystery infinite!
The gods and the weeping child and I
 Laughed and kissed in ecstasy!
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# Mandragora/Invocation

Published in Mandragora (1917)
WHO will waken the wind for me?
Who will waken the wind?
The night is loaded with misery;
And like one stricken with leprosy
 The moon has sunk in the sea.
The earth is heavy as if it had sinned;
Like a ghost stands every tree.
 Who will waken the wind for me?
 Who will waken the wind?
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# Mandragora/Many Waters

          "MANY WATERS"
O BRIGHT and terrible Love,
 From the depths of your bitter sea,
I turn my eyes to your planet above,
Tender and luminous, O Love —
 And its splendour healeth me.
Tender and large you swim into sight,
 A Lotus, a lamp of liquid light.
You lean on the sunset and draw the night
 As the night draws the sea.
Your tide is bitter, O terrible Love,
 In which I sink and drown,
But large and luminous, high above,
 Your planet still looks down,
And the bitter waves that go over me
 Are bright with your serenity.
# Mandragora/Moments

Published in Mandragora (1917)
OH, there are moments in our life,  When the dim marshes of the mind,
Those livid swamps, where birds of strife
 Beat up against a sullen wind.
Sink, drowned, in one tremendous flood,
 Full-brimmed, resistless, like the sea.
I rose and praised God where I stood.
 When such a moment came to me!
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# Mandragora/Mortmain

Published in Mandragora (1917)
GREY and ghostly cypresses
 Meet above our bed.
That is surely why she presses
 Close to me her head.
Dead are we. Be quite at rest!
 There can be no harm
If across what was her breast
 I should lay my arm.
She was never very brave,
 And these damned trees
A most evil whisper have
 In the midnight breeze.
Close she clings with body thin;
 She was always slender;
Do you hold it a deep sin,
 Buried, to be tender?
She is frightened, she would say,
 But her lips have gone —
Curse you! Look the other way.
 Read our burial-stone!
What? She brought me to this pass?
 Brought me to this place?
Oh, it may be! Turn the glass.
 She had a lovely face.
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# Littell's Living Age/Volume 125/Issue 1614/Few Days

* A FEW DAYS.
* Just a few days! Ah, such a few
* Since the summer moon watched me and you
* As we loitered along the golden sand.
* Heart in heart and hand in hand;
* And the waves, in eternal ebb and flow.
* Chimed to your sweet words, soft and low,
* Ah me! such a few little days ago.
* Just a few days! The wooing breeze
* Swept softly over the sleeping seas,
* Whispering, whispering hope and truth.
* In the happy language love teaches youth;
* Which the tiny wavelets seemed to know.
* As they broke at the feet that lingered slow
* At their marge a few little days ago.
* Just a few days! And to-night I stood
* Alone at the edge of the rising flood;
* There was not a murmur of joy for me
* In the angry moan of the rising sea;
* There was but a menace, stern and low,
* Speaking of treachery, loss, and woe.
* All wrought since a few little days ago.
* Tinsley's Magazine.S. K. Phillips.