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# St. Louis Company v. Cleveland C. C. I. Railway Company

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United States Supreme Court
125 U.S. 658
St. Louis Company v. Cleveland C. C. I. Railway Company
J. E. McDonald and John M. Butler, for appellant.
[Argument of Counsel from pages 663-667 intentionally omitted]
S.Burke and John T. Dye, for appellees.
Mr. Justice MATTHEWS, after stating the facts as above, delivered the opinion of the court.

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# St. Louis Blues

I hate to see de ev'nin' sun go down W. C. Handy W. C. Handy St. Louis Blues 1.jpg
[Verse]
    I hate to see de ev'nin' sun go down
    Hate to see de evenin' sun go down
    Cause my baby, he done lef dis town
    Feelin' tomorrow lak Ah feel today
    Feel tomorrow lak Ah feel today
    I'll pack my trunk, make ma get away
[Bridge]
    St. Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
    Pulls dat man roun' by her apron strings
    'Twant for powder an' for store bought hair
    De man I love would not gone nowhere
[Chorus]
    Got de St. Louis Blues jes as blue as Ah can be
    Dat man got a heart lak a rock cast in the sea
    Or else he wouldn't have gone so far from me
    Doggone it!
    I loves dat man lak a school boy loves his pie
    Lak a Kentucky Col'nel loves his mint an' rye
    I'll love ma baby till the day Ah die
[Verse]
    Been to de Gypsy to get ma fortune tole
    To de Gypsy done got ma fortune tole
    Cause I'm most wile 'bout ma Jelly Roll
    Gypsy done tole me, "don't you wear no black"
    Yes she done tole me "don't you wear no black"
    Go to St. Louis, you can win him back
[Bridge]
    Help me to Cairo, make St. Louis by maself
    Git to Cairo, find ma ole friend Jeff
    Gwine to pin maself close to his side
    If ah flag his train, I sho' can ride
    (chorus)
[Verse]
    You ought to see dat stovepipe brown of mine
    Lak he owns de Dimon Joseph line
    He'd make a cross-eyed o' man go stone blind
    Blacker than midnight, teeth lak flags of truce
    Blackest man in de whole St. Louis
    Blacker de berry, sweeter is the juice
[Bridge]
    About a crap game he knows a pow'ful lot
    But when worktime comes he's on de dot
    Gwine to ask him for a cold ten spot
    What it takes to git it, he's cert'nly got
    (chorus)
    A black headed gal make a freight train jump the track
    Said a black headed gal make a freight train jump the track
    But a long tall gal makes a preacher ball the Jack
    Lawd a blonde headed woman makes a good man leave the town
    I said blonde headed woman makes a good man leave the town
    But a red head woman makes a boy slap his papa down
    Oh ashes to ashes and dust to dust
    I said ashes to ashes and dust to dust
    If my blues don't get you, my jazzing must
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# St. Louis Company v. Spiller

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* St. Louis Company v. Spiller (274 U.S. 304)
* St. Louis Company v. Spiller (275 U.S. 156)
# St. Louis Can Company v. General American Life Insurance Company/Opinion of the Court

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United States Supreme Court
296 U.S. 557
St. Louis Can Company v. General American Life Insurance Company
For opinion below, see 77 F.(2d) 598.
Petition for writ of certiorari to the United States Circuit Court of Appeals for the Eighth Circuit granted.

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# Sonnet 41 (Shakespeare)

One of the 154 sonnets by Shakespeare from the collection Shakespeare's Sonnets (1609).
* "Sonnet 41," in Shake-speares Sonnets, Never before Imprinted (1609)
* "Sonnet 41," in Shakespeare's Sonnets, (ed.) by William J. Rolfe (1883)
* "Sonnet 41," in Shakespeare's Sonnets, (ed.) by Edward Bliss Reed, The Yale Shakespeare (1923)
The Sonnets of William Shakespeare
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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# Sonnet 43 (Shakespeare)

One of the 154 sonnets by Shakespeare from the collection Shakespeare's Sonnets (1609).
* "Sonnet 43," in Shake-speares Sonnets, Never before Imprinted (1609)
* "Sonnet 43," in Shakespeare's Sonnets, (ed.) by William J. Rolfe (1883)
* "Sonnet 43," in Shakespeare's Sonnets, (ed.) by Edward Bliss Reed, The Yale Shakespeare (1923)
The Sonnets of William Shakespeare
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# Sonnet 42

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* Sonnet 42, by William Shakespeare.
* Sonnet 42, by Edmund Spenser, part of Amoretti
* A sonnet by Petratch
# Sonnet 44 (Shakespeare)

One of the 154 sonnets by Shakespeare from the collection Shakespeare's Sonnets (1609).
* "Sonnet 44," in Shake-speares Sonnets, Never before Imprinted (1609)
* "Sonnet 44," in Shakespeare's Sonnets, (ed.) by William J. Rolfe (1883)
* "Sonnet 44," in Shakespeare's Sonnets, (ed.) by Edward Bliss Reed, The Yale Shakespeare (1923)
The Sonnets of William Shakespeare
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# Sonnet 41

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* A sonnet by Petratch
# Sonnet 42 (Shakespeare)

One of the 154 sonnets by Shakespeare from the collection Shakespeare's Sonnets (1609).
* "Sonnet 42," in Shake-speares Sonnets, Never before Imprinted (1609)
* "Sonnet 42," in Shakespeare's Sonnets, (ed.) by William J. Rolfe (1883)
* "Sonnet 42," in Shakespeare's Sonnets, (ed.) by Edward Bliss Reed, The Yale Shakespeare (1923)
The Sonnets of William Shakespeare
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# Sonnet 43

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* Sonnet 43, by Ján Kollár
* Sonnet 43, by William Shakespeare.
* Sonnet 43, by Edmund Spenser, part of Amoretti
# Sonnet 43 (Kollár)

The sonnet 43 from the original 1824 edition of the cycle Slávy dcera (The Daughter of Sláva).
English-language translations of Znělka 43 include:
* "Upon thy lips—thy swelling breast of snow", in Cheskian Anthology by John Bowring (1832)
* "By these lips, your heart’s untrodden sill", in The Soul Of A Century by Roderick Aldrich Ginsburg (1943).
# Sonnet 40 (Shakespeare)

One of the 154 sonnets by Shakespeare from the collection Shakespeare's Sonnets (1609).
* "Sonnet 40," in Shake-speares Sonnets, Never before Imprinted (1609)
* "Sonnet 40," in Shakespeare's Sonnets, (ed.) by William J. Rolfe (1883)
* "Sonnet 40," in Shakespeare's Sonnets, (ed.) by Edward Bliss Reed, The Yale Shakespeare (1923)
The Sonnets of William Shakespeare
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# Sonnet 44

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* A sonnet by Petratch
# Sunset Gun/Interior

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Interior
HER mind lives in a quiet room, A narrow room, and tall, With pretty lamps to quench the gloom And mottoes on the wall.
There all the things are waxen neat And set in decorous lines; And there are posies, round and sweet, And little, straightened vines.
Her mind lives tidily, apart From cold and noise and pain, And bolts the door against her heart, Out wailing in the rain.
# Sunset Gun/Mortal Enemy

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Mortal Enemy
LET another cross his way—weeping! She’s the one will do the weeping! Little need I fear he’ll stray Since I have his heart in keeping.
Let another hail him dear— Little chance that he’ll forget me! Only need I curse and fear Her he loved before he met me.
# Sunset Gun/Landscape

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Landscape
NOW this must be the sweetest place From here to Heaven’s end; The field is white with flowering lace, The birches leap and bend,
The hills, beneath the roving sun, From green to purple pass, And little, trifling breezes run Their fingers through the grass.
So good it is, so gay it is, So calm it is, and pure, A one whose eyes may look on this Must be the happier, sure.
But me—I see it flat and gray And blurred with misery, Because a lad a mile away Has little need of me.
# Sunset Gun/Fulfilment

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Fulfilment
FOR this my mother wrapped me warm, And called me home against the storm, And coaxed my infant nights to quiet, And gave me roughage in my diet, And tucked me in my bed at eight, And clipped my hair, and marked my weight, And watched me as I sat and stood: That I might grow to womanhood To hear a whistle and drop my wits And break my heart to clattering bits.
# Sunset Gun/Healed

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Healed
OH, when I flung my heart away, The year was at its fall. I saw my dear, the other day, Beside a flowering wall; And this was all I had to say: “I thought that he was tall!”
# Sunset Gun/Liebestod

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Liebestod
WHEN I was bold, when I was bold— And that’s a hundred years!— Oh, never I thought my breast could hold The terrible weight of tears.
I said: “Now some be dolorous; I hear them wail and sigh, And if it be Love that play them thus, Then never a love will I.”
I said: “I see them rack and rue, I see them wring and ache, And little I’ll crack my heart in two With little the heart can break.”
When I was gay, when I was gay— It’s ninety years and nine!— Oh, never I thought that Death could lay His terrible hand in mine.
I said: “He plies his trade among The musty and infirm, A body so hard and bright and young Could never be meat for worm.”
“I see him dull their eyes,” I said, “And still their rattling breath. And how under God could I be dead That never was meant for Death?”
But Love came by, to quench my sleep, And here’s my sundered heart; And bitter’s my woe, and black, and deep, And little I guessed a part.
Yet this there is to cool my breast, And this to ease my spell; Now if I were Love’s, like all the rest, Then can I be Death’s, as well.
And he shall have me, sworn and bound, And I’ll be done with Love. And better I’ll be below the ground Than ever I’ll be above.
# Sunset Gun/On Cheating the Fiddler

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On Cheating the Fiddler
“THEN we will have to-night!” we said. “To-morrow—may we not be dead?” The morrow touched our eyes; and found Us walking firm above the ground, Our pulses quick, our blood alight. To-morrow’s gone—we’ll have to-night!
# Sunset Gun/Godmother

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Godmother
THE day that I was christened—more!— It’s a hundred years, and more!— A hag came and listened At the white church door, A-hearing her that bore me And all my kith and kin Considerately, for me, Renouncing sin. While some gave me corals, And some gave me gold, And porringers, with morals Agreeably scrolled, The hag stood, buckled In a dim gray cloak; Stood there and chuckled, Spat, and spoke: “There’s few enough in life’ll Be needing my help, But I’ve got a trifle For your fine young whelp. I give her sadness, And the gift of pain, The new-moon madness, And the love of rain.” And little good to lave me In their holy silver bowl After what she gave me— Rest her soul!
# Sunset Gun/Incurable

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Incurable
AND if my heart be scarred and burned, The safer, I, for all I learned; The calmer, I, to see it true That ways of love are never new— The love that sets you daft and dazed Is every love that ever blazed; The happier, I, to fathom this: A kiss is every other kiss. The reckless vow, the lovely name, When Helen walked, were spoke the same; The weighted breast, the grinding woe, When Phaon fled, were ever so. Oh, it is sure as it is sad That any lad is every lad, And what’s a girl, to dare implore Her dear be hers forevermore? Though he be tried and he be bold, And swearing death should he be cold, He’ll run the path the others went. . . . But you, my sweet, are different.
# Sunset Gun/On Being a Woman

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On Being a Woman
WHY is it, when I am in Romeme, I’d give an eye to be at home, But when on native earth I be, My soul is sick for Italy?
And why with you, my love, my lord, Am I spectacularly bored, Yet do you up and leave me—then I scream to have you back again?
# Terrible Teddy, the Grizzly King

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Cast and Crew :
| Crew ||
| Production company | Edison Studios |
| Director | Edwin Stanton Porter (d. 1941) |
| Cinematographer | Edwin Stanton Porter |
| Based on available information, the latest crew member that is relevant to international copyright laws died in 1941, meaning that this film may be in the public domain in countries and jurisdictions with 82 years p.m.a. or less, as well as in the United States. ||
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# Territo v. United States

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United States Supreme Court
358 U.S. 279
Territo v. United States

## Notes

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# Territo v. United States/Opinion of the Court

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United States Supreme Court
358 U.S. 279
Territo v. United States
See 359 U.S. 963, 79 S.Ct. 875.
Mr. Francis J. Ortman, for appellants.
Solicitor General Rankin, Assistant Attorney General Hansen, Messrs. Robert W. Ginnane and James A. Murray, for the United States and Interstate Commerce Commission.
The appeal is dismissed for the reason that the notice thereof was not filed within the time provided by law. Order per curiam.

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# Sword Blades and Poppy Seed/Storm-Racked

How should I sing when buffeting salt waves  And stung with bitter surges, in whose might  I toss, a cockleshell? The dreadful night Marshals its undefeated dark and raves In brutal madness, reeling over graves  Of vanquished men, long-sunken out of sight,  Sent wailing down to glut the ghoulish sprite Who haunts foul seaweed forests and their caves.  No parting cloud reveals a watery star, My cries are washed away upon the wind,  My cramped and blistering hands can find no spar, My eyes with hope o'erstrained, are growing blind.  But painted on the sky great visions burn,  My voice, oblation from a shattered urn!
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# Sword Blades and Poppy Seed/Fool's Money Bags

Outside the long window, With his head on the stone sill, The dog is lying, Gazing at his Beloved. His eyes are wet and urgent, And his body is taut and shaking. It is cold on the terrace; A pale wind licks along the stone slabs, But the dog gazes through the glass And is content.
The Beloved is writing a letter. Occasionally she speaks to the dog, But she is thinking of her writing. Does she, too, give her devotion to one Not worthy?
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# Sword Blades and Poppy Seed/Happiness

Happiness, to some, elation; Is, to others, mere stagnation. Days of passive somnolence, At its wildest, indolence. Hours of empty quietness, No delight, and no distress.
Happiness to me is wine, Effervescent, superfine. Full of tang and fiery pleasure, Far too hot to leave me leisure For a single thought beyond it. Drunk! Forgetful! This the bond: it Means to give one's soul to gain Life's quintessence. Even pain Pricks to livelier living, then Wakes the nerves to laugh again, Rapture's self is three parts sorrow. Although we must die to-morrow, Losing every thought but this; Torn, triumphant, drowned in bliss.
Happiness: We rarely feel it. I would buy it, beg it, steal it, Pay in coins of dripping blood For this one transcendent good.
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# Sword Blades and Poppy Seed/Irony

An arid daylight shines along the beach  Dried to a grey monotony of tone,  And stranded jelly-fish melt soft upon The sun-baked pebbles, far beyond their reach Sparkles a wet, reviving sea. Here bleach  The skeletons of fishes, every bone  Polished and stark, like traceries of stone, The joints and knuckles hardened each to each.  And they are dead while waiting for the sea,  The moon-pursuing sea, to come again. Their hearts are blown away on the hot breeze.  Only the shells and stones can wait to be  Washed bright. For living things, who suffer pain, May not endure till time can bring them ease.
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# Sword Blades and Poppy Seed/Stupidity

Dearest, forgive that with my clumsy touch  I broke and bruised your rose.  I hardly could suppose It were a thing so fragile that my clutch  Could kill it, thus.
It stood so proudly up upon its stem,  I knew no thought of fear,  And coming very near Fell, overbalanced, to your garment's hem,  Tearing it down.
Now, stooping, I upgather, one by one,  The crimson petals, all  Outspread about my fall. They hold their fragrance still, a blood-red cone  Of memory.
And with my words I carve a little jar  To keep their scented dust,  Which, opening, you must Breathe to your soul, and, breathing, know me far  More grieved than you.
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# Sword Blades and Poppy Seed/Miscast I

I have whetted my brain until it is like a Damascus blade, So keen that it nicks off the floating fringes of passers-by, So sharp that the air would turn its edge Were it to be twisted in flight. Licking passions have bitten their arabesques into it, And the mark of them lies, in and out, Worm-like, With the beauty of corroded copper patterning white steel. My brain is curved like a scimitar, And sighs at its cutting Like a sickle mowing grass.
But of what use is all this to me! I, who am set to crack stones In a country lane!
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# Sword Blades and Poppy Seed/Miscast II

My heart is like a cleft pomegranate Bleeding crimson seeds And dripping them on the ground. My heart gapes because it is ripe and over-full, And its seeds are bursting from it.
But how is this other than a torment to me! I, who am shut up, with broken crockery, In a dark closet!
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