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# Pocahontas, and Other Poems/The Martyr of Scio

THE MARTYR OF SCIO.
Bright summer breathed in Scio. Gay she hung
Her coronal upon the olive groves,
Flushed the rich clusters on the ripening vines,
And shook fresh fragrance from the citron boughs,
Till every breeze was satiate. But the sons
Of that fair isle bore winter in their soul.
'Mid the proud temples of their ancestors,
And through the weeping mastic bowers, their step
Was like the man who hears the oppressor's voice
In Nature's softest echo; for the Turk
In sullen domination sternly roamed
Where mighty Homer awed the listening world.
Once to the proud divan, with stately step,
A youth drew near. Surpassing beauty sate
Upon his princely brow, and from his eye
A glance like lightning parted as he spake.
"I had a jewel. From my sires it came
In long transmission; and upon my soul
There was a bond to keep it for my sons.
'Tis gone—and in its place a false one shines,— I ask for justice."
Brandishing aloft
His naked scimitar, the cadi cried,
"By Allah and his Prophet! guilt like this
Shall feel the avenger's stroke. Show me the wretch
Who robbed thy casket."
Then the appellant tore
The turban from his head, and cast it down;
"Lo! the false jewel see. And would'st thou know
Whose fraud exchanged it for my precious gem?
Thou art the man. My birth-right was the faith
Of Jesus Christ, which thou hast stolen away
With hollow words. Take back thy tinselled bait
And let me, sorrowing, seek my Saviour's fold.
Tempted I was, and madly have I fallen—
Oh, give me back my faith."
And there he stood,
The stately-born of Scio, in whose veins
Stirred the high blood of Greece. There was a pause,
A haughty lifting up of Turkish brows,
In wonder and in scorn; a hissing tone
Of wrath precursive, and a stern reply
"The faith of Moslem, or the sabre-stroke:
Choose thee, young Greek!"
Then rose his lofty form
In all its majesty, and his deep voice
Rang out sonorous as a triumph-song,
"Give back my faith!"
A pale torch faintly gleamed
Through niche and window of a lonely church,
And thence the wailing of a stifled dirge
Rose sad o'er midnight's ear. A corpse was there—
And a young beauteous creature, kneeling low
In speechless grief. Her wealth of raven locks
Swept o'er the dead man's brow, as there she laid
The withered bridal crown, while every hope
That at its twining woke, and every joy
Young love in fond idolatry had nursed,
Perished that hour.
Feebly she raised her child,
And bade him kiss his father. But the boy
Shrank back in horror from the clotted blood,
And wildly clasped his hands with such a cry
Of piercing anguish that each heart recoiled
Prom his impassioned woe. Yet there was one
Unmoved,—one white-haired, melancholy man,
Who stood in utter desolation forth,
Silent and solemn, like some lonely tower.
Still in his tearless eye there seemed a spark
Of ancient glory 'mid despair to burn—
That Sciote martyr was his only son.
# Pocahontas and Other Poems (New York)

LANDING AT JAMESTOWN.
POCAHONTAS.
AND
OTHER POEMS.
BY
Mrs L. H. SIGOURNEY.
NEW YORK
HARPER AND BROTHERS
POCAHONTAS,
AND
OTHER POEMS.
BY
MRS. L. H. SIGOURNEY.
NEW-YORK:
HARPER & BROTHERS, CLIFF-STREET.
1841.
Entered, according to Act of Congress, in the year 1841, by Harper & Brothers, in the Clerk's Office of the Southern District of New-York.
CONTENTS.
Page
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# Pocahontas and Other Poems (New York)/"Jesus of Nazareth passes by"

"JESUS OF NAZARETH PASSETH BY." St. Luke, xviii., 39.
Watcher, who wak'st by the bed of pain, While the stars sweep on with their midnight train, Stifling the tear for thy loved one's sake, Holding thy breath lest her sleep should break, In thy loneliest hour there's a helper nigh:  "Jesus of Nazareth passeth by."
Stranger, afar from thy native land, Whom no one takes with a brother's hand, Table and hearthstone are glowing free, Casements are sparkling, but not for thee; There is one who can tell of a home on high:  "Jesus of Nazareth passeth by."
Sad one, in secret bending low, A dart in thy breast that the world may not know, Wrestling the favour of God to win, His seal of pardon for days of sin: Press on, press on, with thy prayerful cry,  "Jesus of Nazareth passeth by."
Mourner, who sitt'st in the churchyard lone, Scanning the lines on that marble stone, Plucking the weeds from thy children's bed, Planting the myrtle and rose instead,
Look up from the tomb with thy tearful eye,  "Jesus of Nazareth passeth by."
Fading one, with the hectic streak In thy veins of fire and thy wasted cheek, Fear'st thou the shade of the darken'd vale? Look to the guide who can never fail: He hath trod it himself! He will hear thy sigh,  "Jesus of Nazareth passeth by."
# Pocahontas, and Other Poems/The Dying Philosopher

THE DYING PHILOSOPHER.
I have crept forth to die among the trees;
They have sweet voices that I love to hear,
Sweet, lute-like voices. They have been as friends
In my adversity — when sick and faint
I stretched me in their shadow all day long,
They were not weary of me. They sent down
Soft summer breezes, fraught with pitying sighs,
To fan my blanching cheek. Their lofty boughs
Pointed with thousand fingers to the sky,
And round their trunks the wild vine fondly clung,
Nursing her clusters; and they did not check
Her clasping tendrils, nor deceive her trust,
Nor blight her blossoms, and go towering up
In their cold stateliness, while on the earth
She sank to die.
But thou, rejoicing bird,
Why pourest thou such a rich and mellow lay
On my dull ear; Poor bird! I gave thee crumbs,
And fed thy nested little ones; so thou
(Unlike to man!) thou dost remember it.
O mine own race! how often have ye sate
Gathered around my table, shared my cup,
And worn my raiment — yea, far more than this,
Been sheltered in my bosom, but to turn
And lift the heel against me, and cast out
My bleeding heart in morsels to the world,
Like catering cannibals.
Take me not back
To those imprisoning curtains, broidered thick
With pains, beneath whose sleepless canopy
I've pined away so long. The purchased care,
The practised sympathy, the fawning tone
Of him who on my vesture casteth lots,
The weariness, the secret measuring
How long I have to live, the guise of grief
So coarsely worn — I would not longer brook
Such torturing ministry. Let me die here — 'Tis but a little while. Let me die here.
Have patience, Nature, with thy feeble son,
So soon to be forgot, and from thy arms,
Thou gentle mother, from thy true embrace,
Let my freed spirit pass.
Alas! how vain
The wreath that Fame would bind around our tomb — The winds shall waste it, and the worms destroy,
While, from its home of bliss, the disrobed soul
Looks not upon its greenness, nor deplores
Its withering loss. Ye who have toiled to earn
The fickle praise of far posterity,
Come, weigh it at the grave's brink, here with me,
If ye can weigh a dream.
Hail, holy stars! Heaven's stainless watchers o'er a world of woe,
Look down once more upon me. When again,
In solemn night's dark regency, ye ope
Your searching eyes, me shall ye not behold
Among the living. Let me join the song
With which ye sweep along your glorious way;
Teach me your hymn of praise. What have I said?
I will not learn of you, for ye shall fall.
Lo! with swift wing I mount above your spheres,
To see the Invisible, to know the Unknown,
To love the Uncreated! Earth, farewell!
# People of State of New York v. Eno/Dissent Field

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* Dissenting Opinion Field
United States Supreme Court
155 U.S. 89
People of State of New York v. Eno
Mr. Justice FIELD, dissenting.
I am unable to agree with the majority of the court in the reversal of the judgment of the circuit court of the United States directing the dismissal of proceedings against the defendant upon the indictments against him found in the state court of New York.
The 711th section of the Revised Statutes provides that the courts of the United States shall have jurisdiction, exclusive of the courts of the several states, of all crimes and offenses cognizable under the authority of the United States; and section 5209 of the Revised Statutes, relating to national banks, provides that 'every president, director, cashier, teller, clerk, or agent of any association, who embezzles, abstracts, or wilfully misapplies any of the moneys, funds, or credits of the association; * * * or who makes any false entry in any book, report, or statement of the association, with intent in either case to injure or defraud the association or any other company, body politic or corporate, or any individual person, or to deceive an officer of an association, or any agent appointed to examine the affairs of any such association; and every person who with like intent aids or abets any officer, clerk, or agent in violation of this section, shall be deemed guilty of a misdemeanor, and shall be imprisoned not less than five years nor more than ten.' The circuit court was thus cognizable, under the authority of the United States, of the several offenses for which the defendant was indicted; and the jurisdiction vested in the court of the United States was exclusive of all jurisdiction of the offenses in the state courts. It would, therefore, subserve no useful purpose to proceed with the cases in the state court, and thus ascertain what that court might have done or would have done had it possessed jurisdiction. Until its jurisdiction was established, its determination, either one way or the other, would be only an idle proceeding. It could not, under any circumstances, take cognizance of the cases charged against the defendant, and hold him under them. He was, therefore, entitled to his discharge whenever the matter was properly brought to the attention of the federal court.
Mr. Justice SHIRAS concurred.
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# People of the Comet

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* The People of the Comet, published in Weird Tales
** Part 1 (September 1923)
** Part 2 (October 1923)
* People of the Comet (1948) (Griffin Publishing)
# People of the State of New York v. Compagnie Generale Transatlantique

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United States Supreme Court
107 U.S. 59
People of the State of New York v. Compagnie Generale Transatlantique
William M. Evarts, Lewis Sanders, and Geo. N. Sanders, for plaintiff in error.
Frederick R. Coudert, for defendant in error.
MILLER, J.

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# People of State of New York Rogers v. Graves

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United States Supreme Court
299 U.S. 401
People of State of New York Rogers v. Graves
Argued: Dec. 9, 10, 1936. --- Decided: Jan 4, 1937
Appeal from the Court of Appeals of the State of New York.
Mr. Richard Reid Rogers, of New York City, for appellant.
Mr. Joseph M. Mesnig, Asst. Atty. Gen., of Albany, N.Y., for appellees.
Mr. Justice SUTHERLAND delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# People of State of New York v. Eno

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## Dissenting Opinion

    Field
United States Supreme Court
155 U.S. 89
People of State of New York v. Eno
John R. Fellows and John D. Lindsey, for the People.
George Bliss, for appellee.
Mr. Justice HARLAN delivered the opinion of the court.

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# On Health

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* On Health, a poem by Felicia Hemans, as Felicia Dorothea Browne, 1808.
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# On Huntingdon’s “Miranda”

Sidney Lanier composed this poem in Baltimore, Maryland in 1874.
The storm hath blown thee a lover, sweet, And laid him kneeling at thy feet. But, —guerdon rich for favor rare! The wind hath all thy holy hair To kiss and to sing through and to flare Like torch-flames in the passionate air,  About thee, O Miranda.
Eyes in a blaze, eyes in a daze, Bold with love, cold with amaze, Chaste-thrilling eyes, fast-filling eyes With daintiest tears of love’s surprise, Ye draw my soul unto your blue As warm skies draw the exhaling dew,  Divine eyes of Miranda.
And if I were yon stolid stone, Thy tender arm doth lean upon, Thy touch would turn me to a heart, And I would palpitate and start, —Content, when thou wert gone, to be A dumb rock by the lonesome sea  Forever, O Miranda.
# On Her Endeavouring to Conceal Her Grief at Parting

Ah! wherefore should my weeping maid suppress  Those gentle signs of undissembled woe? When from soft love proceeds the deep distress,  Ah! why forbid the willing tears to flow?
Since for my sake each dear translucent drop  Breaks forth, best witness of thy truth sincere, My lips should drink the precious mixture up,  And, ere it falls, receive the trembling tear.
Trust me, these symptoms of thy faithful heart,  In absence, shall my dearest hopes sustain, Delia! since such thy sorrow that we part,  Such when we meet thy joy shall be again.
Hard is that heart and unsubdued by love  That feels no pain, nor ever heaves a sigh, Such hearts the fiercest passions only prove,  Or freeze in cold insensibility.
Oh! then indulge thy grief, nor fear to tell  The gentle source from whence thy sorrows flow! Nor think it weakness when we love to feel,  Nor think it weakness what we feel to show.
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# On His Seventy-fifth Birthday

Also appeared in McClure's Magazine/Volume 2, March 1894, p. 329.
I strove with none, for none was worth my strife; Nature I loved, and next to Nature, Art; I warmed both hands before the fire of Life— It sinks, and I am ready to depart.
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# On H——ys Friendship

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From Notebook c.1808-1811 p.35. See also: Satiric verses and epigrams.

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On H[ayle]y’s Friendship
WHEN H——y finds out what you cannot do,
That is the very thing he’ll set you to; If you break not your neck, ’tis not his fault; But pecks of poison are not pecks of salt.
5[And when he could not act upon my wife Hired a Villain to bereave my Life]
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#### The original text:

On H——ys Friendship
When H——y finds out what you cannot do
That is the Very thing hell set you to
If you break not your Neck tis not his fault
But pecks of poison are not pecks of salt
5And when he could not act upon my wife Hired a Villain to bereave my Life

## Notes

* ↑ The Poetical Works of William Blake, including the unpublished French Revolution together with the Minor Prophetic Books and Selections from The Four Zoas, Milton & Jerusalem; edited with an introduction and textual notes by John Sampson, Hon. D.Litt. Oxon., 1862–1931. London, New York: Oxford University Press, 1908.
* ↑ "The Complete Poetry & Prose of William Blake", ed. by David V. Erdman, Anchor Books, 1988, p. 506.
* ↑ A peck of poisons not a peck of salt 1st rdg
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# On H—— the Pick thank

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From Notebook c.1808-1811 p.41. See also: Satiric verses and epigrams.

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I WRITE the rascal thanks, till he and I
With thanks and compliments are quite drawn dry.
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#### The original text:

I write the Rascal Thanks till he & I
With Thanks & Compliments are quite drawn dry
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## Notes

* ↑ The Poetical Works of William Blake, including the unpublished French Revolution together with the Minor Prophetic Books and Selections from The Four Zoas, Milton & Jerusalem; edited with an introduction and textual notes by John Sampson, Hon. D.Litt. Oxon., 1862–1931. London, New York: Oxford University Press, 1908.
* ↑ "The Complete Poetry & Prose of William Blake", ed. by David V. Erdman, Anchor Books, 1988, p. 506.
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# On Health (Jan Kochanowski)

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My good and noble health, Thou matter’st more then wealth. None know’th thy worth until Thou fad’st, and we fall ill.
And every man can see, In stark reality, And every man will say: “’Tis health I need today”.
No better thing we know, No dearer gem we owe, For all that we possess: Pearls, stones of great finesse, High offices and power – One may enjoy this hour – And so the gifts of youth, And beauty are, in truth, Good things, but only when Our health is with us then. For when the body’s weak, The world around is bleak. O jewel dear, my home Awaiteth thee to come; With thee it shall not perish. ’Tis all for thee to cherish.
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# On Himself

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* "On Himself" by Robert Herrick (A wearied pilgrim, I have wandered here)
* "On Himself" by Robert Herrick (Ask me why I do not sing)
* "On Himself" by Robert Herrick (Born I was to meet with age)
* "On Himself" by Robert Herrick (Here down my wearied limbs I'll lay)
* "On Himself" by Robert Herrick (I fear no earthly powers)
* "On Himself" by Robert Herrick (I will no longer kiss)
* "On Himself" by Robert Herrick (If that my fate has now fulfill'd my year)
* "On Himself" by Robert Herrick (I'll sing no more, nor will I longer write)
* "On Himself" by Robert Herrick (I'll write no more of love; but now repent)
* "On Himself" by Robert Herrick (Let me not live if I not love)
* "On Himself" by Robert Herrick (Live by thy muse thou shalt, when others die)
* "On Himself" by Robert Herrick (Lost to the world; lost to myself; alone)
* "On Himself" by Robert Herrick (Love-sick I am, and must endure)
* "On Himself" by Robert Herrick (One ear tingles; some there be)
* "On Himself" by Robert Herrick (Some parts may perish, die thou canst not all)
* "On Himself" by Robert Herrick (The work is done: young men and maidens, set)
* "On Himself" by Robert Herrick (Weep for the dead, for they have lost this light)
* "On Himself" by Robert Herrick (Young I was, but now am old)

## See also

* Upon Himself
# On Human Nature

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| Human Nature Government Free-will and Fatalism | Character Moral Instinct Ethical Reflections |

## TRANSLATOR'S PREFACE.

The following essays are drawn from the chapters entitled Zur Ethik and Zur Rechtslehre und Politik which are to be found both in Schopenhauer's Parerga and in his posthumous writings. As in my previous volumes, so also in this, I have omitted a few passages which appeared to me to be either antiquated or no longer of any general interest. For convenience' sake I have divided the original chapters into sections, which I have had to name; and I have also had to invent a title which should express their real scope. The reader will find that it is not so much Ethics and Politics that are here treated, as human nature itself in various aspects.
T.B.S.
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# Poems (Tynan)/The Children of Lir

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# Pictures of life in Mexico/Volume 1

PICTURES
of
LIFE IN MEXICO.
By R. H. MASON.
With Etchings by the Author
in two volumes
VOL. I.
LONDON
SMITH, ELDER AND CO., 65, CORNHILL.
1852.
page
TO
S. C. HALL, Esq., F.S.A.,
This Work
IS DEDICATED: A TRIBUTE OF THE AUTHOR'S HIGH ESTEEM AND ADMIRATION
page
PREFACE.
The Author visited Mexico in 1848-9, and was in a position to gather a variety of facts relating to the people and country, in different departments, which he believes have not been hitherto published. Whatever may be their value, the reader may rely upon the information contained in these volumes being the result of personal observation and diligent inquiry, with great care bestowed to make it as accurate as possible.
The scenes or "Pictures of Life in Mexico" have been interspersed with characteristic stories and anecdotes, with a view of presenting the habits and manners of the people more vividly than any mere description could have done. These narratives are not only founded on fact, but have, for the most part, really occurred in the Author's experiences; and he has endeavoured to imitate the style in which they would be related by Mexicans. For ​the information given, he alone is accountable; no contemporary statements having been referred to: except those relating to statistics, which are compiled from the best and most recent authorities, and are added to make the work more complete.
In order to form an idea of the whole country, the Author visited wild and remote districts, as well as populous cities, for the purpose of observing life of many shades and colours; and the following pages embrace scenes in the capital and in obscure hamlets, in prairies and mountains, and in habitations—not only of the wealthy and prosperous—but also in Indian huts: in short, to picture life and character among priests and léperos, hunters and miners, farmers and Indians, carriers and city authorities, has been the aim of the Author.
Should these pages have the good fortune to amuse the English reader by exhibiting life and manners so different from those of his own country, and to awaken some interest in the condition of Mexico—and thus tend towards its amelioration—the object of the Author will have been fully gained.
Albert Villa, Harrow, December 1, 1851.