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# Collected poems, 1901-1918 (Vol. 2)

Published in 1920. Not to be confused with Collected poems, 1901-1918.
COLLECTED POEMS
COLLECTED POEMS
1901-1918
BY
WALTER DE LA MARE
IN TWO VOLUMES
VOL. II
NEW YORK
HENRY HOLT AND COMPANY
1920
Copyright, 1920
BY
Henry Holt and Company
CONTENTS
SONGS OF CHILDHOOD: 1901
PEACOCK PIE
A BOOK OF RHYMES
SONGS OF CHILDHOOD: 1901
TO JILL
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# Collected poems, 1901-1918 (Vol. 2)/"Sooeep!"

This poem is about a chimney-sweep.
"SOOEEP!"
BLACK as a chimney is his face,
And ivory white his teeth,
And in his brass-bound cart he rides, The chestnut blooms beneath.
"Sooeep, Sooeep!" he cries, and brightly peers
This way and that, to see
With his two light-blue shining eyes
What custom there may be.
And once inside the house, he'll squat,
And drive his rods on high,
Till twirls his sudden sooty brush
Against the morning sky.
Then 'mid his bulging bags of soot, With half the world asleep,
His small cart wheels him off again,
Still hoarsely bawling, "Sooeep!"
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# Collected poems, 1901-1918/Winter (The Listeners, 1914)

WINTER
CLOUDED with snow
The cold winds blow,
And shrill on leafless bough
The robin with its burning breast
Alone sings now.
The rayless sun,
Day's journey done,
Sheds its last ebbing light
On fields in leagues of beauty spread
Unearthly white.
Thick draws the dark,
And spark by spark,
The frost-fires kindle, and soon
Over that sea of frozen foam
Floats the white moon.
# Collected poems, 1901-1918 (Vol. 2)/A Widow's Weeds

PLACES AND PEOPLE
A WIDOW'S WEEDS
A POOR old widow in her weeds
Sowed her garden with wild-flower seeds;
Not too shallow, and not too deep,
And down came April — drip — drip — drip.
Up shone May, like gold, and soon
Green as an arbour grew leafy June.
And now all summer she sits and sews
Where willow herb, comfrey, bugloss blows,
Teasle and tansy, meadowsweet.
Campion, toadflax, and rough hawksbit;
Brown bee orchis, and Peals of Bells;
Clover, burnet, and thyme she smells;
Like Oberon's meadows her garden is
Drowsy from dawn till dusk with bees.
Weeps she never, but sometimes sighs,
And peeps at her garden with bright brown eyes;
And all she has is all she needs — A poor old Widow in her weeds.
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# Collected poems, 1901-1918 (Vol. 2)/Alas, Alack!

ALAS, ALACK!
ANN, Ann!
Come! quick as you can!
There's a fish that talks
In the frying-pan.
Out of the fat,
As clear as glass,
He put up his mouth
And moaned "Alas!"
Oh, most mournful,
"Alas, alack!"
Then turned to his sizzling,
And sank him back.
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# Come thou Monarch of the Vine

Song from Antony and Cleopatra, Act 2, scene 7.

### Versions in Antony and Cleopatra

See Antony and Cleopatra for list of editions.

### Other versions

* "Come, Thou Monarch of the Vine" in Shakespeare's Songs, (ed.) by Arthur Henry Bullen (1907).
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# Come under my plaidie (1819)

COME UNDER MY PLAIDIE.
ON A BONNY DAY
when the heather was blooming
I loo’d ne’er a Laddie but ane.
EDINBURGH: Printed for the Booksellers.
1819
* Come under my Plaidie
* On a bonny day when the heather was blooming
* I loo'd ne'er a laddie but ane
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# Come under my plaidie (1819)/On a bonny day when the heather was blooming

THE LASS O' GLENSHEE.
On a bonny day when the heather was blooming And the silent hill burn'd wi' the sore laden'd bee, I met a fair maid as I homeward was riding, Herding her sheep on the hill of Glenshee.
The rose in her cheek it was gem'd wi a dimple, And blythe were the blinks o' her bonny black e'e, Her face so enchanting so neat and so handsome My heart soon belonged to the Lass of Glenshee.
I kiss'd and carress'd, and said my dear lassie, If ye would but go to St Johnstoun with me, None of the fair should walk on the causeway, With cleading more fine than the Lass of Glenshee.
A carriage of pleasure you shall hae to ride in. And fouk shall say Mem when they speak unto thee; Servants you shall hae for to do your biddin, I'll make you my lady, the Lass of Glenshee
​It is muck me mae male wi' your carriage to ride in, Nor think that your grandeur I value a flee, I would think myseif happy wi; a coatie of plaiden, Wi' an innocent herd on the hills of Glenshee.
Believe me, dear lassie; Caledoida's clear waters May alter their course and run back from the sea, Her brave hardy sons submit to be in fetters, But cease and believe not such baseness in me.
The lark may forget to rise in the morning, The spring may forget to revive on the lea, But never will I while my senses govern me, Forget to be kind to the Lass o' Glenshee.
O let me alone for I'm sure I would blunder, And sit all the gentry a-laughing at me, They are book-taught in manners, baith auld young, But we ken but little of that in Glenshee.
They wou'd say look ye at him wi' his, highland lady; Set up for a sale in a window so high, Rolled up like a witch in a handy spun plaidie, And pointing towards the Lass of Glenshsee.
​Do not dream of sic stories, but come up behind me, Ere Phoebus go round my Sweet beide thou shalt be, This night in my arms I'll daut you sae kindly, She smiled and consented, I took her wi me.
Now years hae gane round since we hae busked together And seasons hae changed, but nae changes wi me She's always as gay as the fine summer weather When the sun's at his height on the hills of Glenshee.
To meet wi' my Jeanie away I would venture, She's sweet as the echo that rings o er the lee She's spotless and pure as the robes in the winter When laid out to bleach on the hills of Glenshee
# Come under my plaidie (1819)/I loo'd ne'er a laddie but ane

I LOOD NE'ER A LADDIE BUT ANE.
Tune—My lodging is on the cold ground.
I loo'd ne'er a laddie but ane, He loo'd ne'er a lassie but me; He's willing to mak me his ain, And his ain I'm willing to be He has cost me a rokelay o' blue, And a pair o'mittens o' greeny The price was a kiss o' my mou, And I paid him the debt yestreen.
​Let ithers brag weel o' their gear. Their land, and their lordlie degree; I carena for ought but my dear, For he's ilka thing lordlie to me. His words are sae sugar d, sae sweet, His sense drives ilk fear far awa! I listen, poor fool, and I greet, Yet how sweet are the tears as they fa!
Dear lassie, he cries wi' a jeer, Ne'er heed what the auid anes will say, Tho' we've little to brag o', ne'er fear; What's gowd to a heart that is wae/ Our laird has baith honours and wealth, Ye see how he's dwining wi' care, Now we, though we've naithing but health, Are cantie and leel evermair.
He ends wi' a kiss and a smile, Waes me! can I tak it amiss! My laddie s unpractis'd in guile. He's free ay to daut and to kiss. Ye las'ies wha loo to torment Your wooers wi' fause scorn and pride; Pay your pranks, I hae gien my consent— This night I am Jamie's for life.
FINIS
# Come un­to Me, Ye Weary (unsourced)

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“Come unto Me, ye weary, and I will give you rest.” O blessèd voice of Jesus, which comes to hearts oppressed! It tells of benediction, of pardon, grace and peace, Of joy that hath no ending, of love which cannot cease.
“Come unto Me, dear children, and I will give you light.” O loving voice of Jesus, which comes to cheer the night! Our hearts are filled with sadness, and we had lost our way; But He hath brought us gladness and songs at break of day.
“Come unto Me, ye fainting, and I will give you life.” O cheering voice of Jesus, which comes to aid our strife! The foe is stern and eager, the fight is fierce and long; But Thou hast made us mighty and stronger than the strong.
“And whosoever cometh I will not cast him out.” O welcome voice of Jesus, which drives away our doubt, Which calls us, very sinners, unworthy though we be Of love so free and boundless, to come, dear Lord, to Thee.
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# Come show thy Durham Breast

Come show thy Durham Breast To her who loves thee best, Delicious Robin — And if it be not me At least within my Tree Do the avowing — Thy Nuptial so minute Perhaps is more astute Than vaster suing — For so to soar away Is our propensity The Day ensuing —
# Come slowly—Eden!

* "Apotheosis" in Poems (1890)
* "Come slowly, Eden!" in The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson (1924)
# Come to me, Sleep!

* Come to me, Sleep!, in The New Monthly Magazine Volume 40 (Songs for Evening Music), 1834.
* Come to me, gentle sleep, in National Lyrics, and Songs for Music, 1834.
# Come un­to Me, Ye Weary

* "Come Unto Me, Ye Weary" in The Army and Navy Hymnal, 1920
* "Come un­to Me, Ye Weary" (unsourced)
# Come under my plaidie (1819)/Come under my plaidie

COME UNDER MY PLAIDIE.
Tune—Johnny Macgill.
Come under my plaidie, the night's gann to fa', Come in frae the cauld blast, the drift and the sna'; Come under my plaidie, and sit down beside me, There's room in't, dear lassie, believe me for twa Come under my plaidie, and sit down beside me, I'll hap ye frae every cauld blast that can blaw, Come under my plaidie, and down beside me, There's room in't, dear lassie, believe me for twa.
Gae wa wi' your plaidie; auld Donald, gae 'wa, I fear na the cauld blast, the drift, nor the sna'; Gae 'wa wi your plaidie, I'll no sit beside ye, Ye might be my gutcher,—auld Donald, gae wa; I'm gaun to meet Johnnie, he's young and he's bonnie, He's been at Meg's bridal, fu' trig and fu' braw! ​O nane dances sae lightly, sae gracefu', sae lightly,
His cheek's like the new rose, his brow’s like the snaw.
Dear Marion, let that flee stick fact to the wa' Your Jack's but a gowk, and has naething ava; The ha'e on his pack he has now on his back, He's thretty, and I am but threescore and twa. Be frank now and kindly, I'll busk ye ay finely, To kirk or to market they'll few gang sae braw; A bien house to bide in, a chaise for to ride in, And flunkies to tend ye as aft as ye ca.
My father ay tauld me, my mither and a', Ye'd mak a gude husband, and keep me ay braw. It's true I loo Johnnie, he's young and he's bonnie, But, waes me, I ken he has naething ava I hae little tocher, ye've made a guide offer, I'm nae mair than twenty, my time is but sma' Sae gie me your plaidie, I'll creep in beside ye, I thought ye'd been aulder than threescore and twa.
​She crap in ayont him, beside the stane wa', Whare Johnnie was listening, and heard her tell a'; The day was appointed,—his proud heart it dunted, And strack 'gainst his sides as if bursting in twa. He wander'd hame wearie, the night it was drearie, And, thowless, he tint his gate 'mang the deep snaw; The howlet was screamin while Johnnie cried, Women Wad marry auld Nick if he'd keep them ay braw.
O the deil's in the lasses, they gang now sae braw, They'll lie down wi' auld men of fourscore and twa; The hale of their marriage is gowd and a carriage, Plain love is the cauldest blast now that can blaw. Auld dotards be wary, tak tent wha ye marry, Young wives wi' their coaches they'll whup and they'll ca', Till they meet wi' some Johnnie that's youthfu' and bonnie, And they'll gie ye a horn on ilk haffet to claw!
# Czolgosz letter after leaving work

       Orange, Ohio, August 11th
To Forrest City Castle
u 22 Knights of the Golden Eagle
Sir Knights and Brothers, I am under Dr. J. Kuller's treatment and not able to work.
Brother 6(?) was visiting me this week.
    Yours truly,
       Fred C. Niman
          Orange, Ohio.
             P.O.
                Warrensville, Ohio
# Cædmon's Hymn (Saint Petersburg Bede)

From Saint Petersburg Bede, Saltykov-Schedrin Public Library MS. Q.v.I.18, fol. 107, from Elliott Van Kirk Dobbie, The Manuscripts of Cædmon's Hymn and Bede's Death Song (New York: Columbia University Press, 1937): 13, 17. PR 1613 D6 Robarts Library. Cf. "Northumbrian Fragments," edited by Henry Sweet, A Second Anglo-Saxon Reader: Archaic and Dialectal, 2nd edn., revised by T. F. Hoad (Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1978): 106. AD 746.
    Nū scilun herga hefenrīcæs Uard,
    Metudæs mehti end his mōdgithanc,
    uerc Uuldurfadur, suē hē uundra gihuæs,
    ēci Dryctin, ōr āstelidæ.
    Hē ǣrist scōp aeldu barnum
    heben tō hrōfæ, hālig Sceppend.
    Thā middingard moncynnæs Uard,
    ēci dryctin, æfter tīadæ
    firum foldu, Frēa allmehtig.
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# Cædmon's Hymn (Tanner 10)

From MS. Tanner 10, Bodleian Library, Tanner MS 10, 10th century.
    Nū sculon herigean heofonrīces Weard,
    Meotedes meahte ond his mōdgeþanc,
    weorc Wuldorfæder, swā he wundra gihwæs,
    ēce Drihten, ōr onstealde.
    Hē ǣrest sceōp eorðan bearnum
    heofon tō hrōfe, hālig Scyppend.
    Þā middangeard moncynnes Weard,
    ēce Drihten, æfter tēode
    firum foldan, Frēa ælmihtig.
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# Cædmon's Hymn (Moore Bede)

From Moore Bede, Cambridge University Library MS. Kk 5.16 ["Moore"], fol. 128v; ca. AD 737.
    Nū scylun hergan hefaenrīces Uard,
    Metudæs maecti end his mōdgidanc,
    uerc Uuldurfadur, suē hē uundra gihuaes,
    ēci dryctin, ōr āstelidæ.
    Hē āērist scōp aelda barnum
    heben til hrōfe, hāleg Scepen.
    Thā middungeard moncynnæs Uard,
    ēci Dryctin, æfter tīadæ
    firum foldu, Frēa allmectig.
primo cantauit Cædmon istud carmen.
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# Czosek v. O'Mara

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United States Supreme Court
397 U.S. 25
Czosek v. O'Mara
Argued: Jan. 13, 1970. --- Decided: Feb 24, 1970
Richard R. Lyman, Toledo, Ohio, for petitioners.
James P. Shea, Buffalo, N.Y., for respondent employees.
Richard F. Griffin, Buffalo, N.Y., for respondent railroad.
Mr. Justice WHITE delivered the opinion of the Court.

## Notes

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# Cædmon's Hymn

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The only known survivor from Cædmon's oeuvre is his Hymn. The poem is known from 21 manuscript copies, making it the best-attested Old English poem after Bede's "Death Song" (35 witnesses) and the best attested in the poetic corpus in manuscripts copied or owned in the British Isles during the Anglo-Saxon period. The Hymn also has by far the most complicated known textual history of any surviving Anglo-Saxon poem.Warning: template has been deprecated.
Northumbrian aelda rescension:
* "Cædmon's Hymn" in the Moore Bede
* "Cædmon's Hymn" in the Saint Petersburg Bede
West Saxon eorðan rescension:
# Cæsar Cascabel

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## Table of Contents

Part I
* Chapter I: A Fortune Realized.
* Chapter II: The Cascabel Family.
* Chapter III: The Sierra Nevada.
* Chapter IV: A Great Resolution.
* Chapter V: On the Road.
* Chapter VI: The Journey Continued.
* Chapter VII: Through Cariboo.
* Chapter VIII: Knaves' Village.
* Chapter IX: Can't Pass Through!
* Chapter X: Kayette.
* Chapter XI: Sitka.
* Chapter XII: From Sitka to Fort Yukon.
* Chapter XIII: Cornelia Cascabel has an Idea.
* Chapter XIV: From Fort Yukon to Port Clarence.
* Chapter XV: Port Clarence.
* Chapter XVI: Farewell to the New Continent.
Part II
* Chapter I: Behring Strait.
* Chapter II: Between Two Currents.
* Chapter III: Adrift.
* Chapter IV: From the 16th of November to the 2d of December.
* Chapter V: Liakhov Islands.
* Chapter VI: In Winter Quarters.
* Chapter VII: A Good Trick of Mr. Cascabel's.
* Chapter VIII: The Country of the Iakouts.
* Chapter IX: Right on to the Obi.
* Chapter X: From the Obi to the Ural Mountains.
* Chapter XI: The Ural Mountains.
* Chapter XII: A Journey's End which is Not the End.
* Chapter XIII: An Endless Day.
* Chapter XIV: A Denouement Warmly Applauded by the Spectators.
* Chapter XV: Conclusion.
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# Constitution of the Republic of South Africa, 1993/1995-09-20/Chapter 2

Chapter 2
Citizenship and Franchise
Citizenship
5. (1) There shall be a South African citizenship.
(2) South African citizenship and the acquisition, loss and restoration of South African citizenship shall, subject to section 20 read with section 33(1), be regulated by an Act of Parliament.
(3) Every person who is a South African citizen shall, subject to this Constitution, be entitled to enjoy all rights, privileges and benefits of South African citizenship, and shall be subject to all duties, obligations and responsibilities of South African citizenship as are accorded or imposed upon him or her in terms of this Constitution or an Act of Parliament.
The franchise
6. Every person who is—
(a)
(i)
(ii)
(b)
(c)
shall be entitled to vote in elections of the National Assembly, a provincial legislature or a local government and in referenda or plebiscites contemplated in this Constitution, in accordance with and subject to the laws regulating such elections, referenda and plebiscites.
# Decoration Day (Longfellow)

* "Decoration Day" from In the Harbor, 1882.
* "Decoration Day" from The Riverside song book, 1893.
# Dedekind-like

Illustrated by Mattias Marklund
​Dedekind-like
Manya Sundström (text) and Mattias Marklund (photo)
It isn’t always what is bent that catches the eye. And it isn’t always broken. And life will spring from the sea like hope which never really deserted me. And would this be a just birthed bud that lasts for a few days or minutes, or would it be love fully bloomed that persists until the end of time? Right now, in this cut of time, Dedekind-like, we cannot guess the outcome. But we can live this moment fully, this one here, and not reckon with the other infinitely close, infinitely thin line that divides us.
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# Dedication

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This is a disambiguation page. It lists works that share the same title. If an article link referred you here, please consider editing it to point directly to the intended page.
A "dedication" is content in the front matter of a work that assigns the work to someone as a token of affection or esteem. Such dedications generally are not regarded as stand-alone works, and are not listed here. This disambiguation page lists only texts that stand alone as works in their own right. These may be works incidentally entitled "Dedication", or dedications that stand alone as works: for example, in a collection of poetry, the dedication may itself be a poem entitled "Dedication".
* "Dedication", a poem by Augusta Baldwyn
* "Dedication", a poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
* "Dedication", a poem by Helen Hunt Jackson
* "Dedication", a poem by John Keble, from The Christian Year
* "Dedication", a poem by Thomas Henry Kendall, from "Leaves from Australian Forests"
* "Dedication", "Before a midnight breaks in storm", a poem by Rudyard Kipling, from The Five Nations
* "Dedication", a poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, from Ultima Thule
* "Dedication", a poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, from The Seaside and the Fireside
* "Dedication", a poem by Ewart Alan Mackintosh
* "Dedication", a poem by Sarah Piatt
* "Dedication", a poem by Robert Louis Stevenson
* Dedication, "Spring speaks again, and all our woods are stirred", a poem by Algernon Charles Swinburne, from Tristram of Lyonesse and Other Poems
* "Dedication", "The sea gives her shells to the shingle", a poem by Algernon Charles Swinburne, from Poems and Ballads
* "Dedication", "A sea-mew on a sea-king's wrist alighting", a poem by Algernon Charles Swinburne, from Songs of the Springtides
* "Dedication: To my Mother", a poem by Algernon Charles Swinburne, from The Tale of Balen
* "Dedication", "The years are many, the changes more", a poem by Algernon Charles Swinburne, from Poems and Ballads (third series)
* "Dedication", "The sea of the years that endure not", a poem by Algernon Charles Swinburne, from Astrophel and Other Poems
* "Dedication", a poem by Alfred Tennyson, from Idylls of the King
* "Dedication", a poem by John Greenleaf Whittier
* "Dedication", a poem by Francis William Lauderdale Adams

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