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# The Works of Lord Byron (ed. Coleridge, Prothero)/Poetry/Volume 3/Translation of the Romaic Song

TRANSLATION OF THE ROMAIC SONG,
I enter thy garden of roses, Belovéd and fair Haidée, Each morning where Flora reposes, For surely I see her in thee. Oh, Lovely! thus low I implore thee, Receive this fond truth from my tongue, Which utters its song to adore thee, Yet trembles for what it has sung; As the branch, at the bidding of Nature, Adds fragrance and fruit to the tree, Through her eyes, through her every feature, Shines the soul of the young Haidée.
But the loveliest garden grows hateful When Love has abandoned the bowers; Bring me hemlock—since mine is ungrateful, That herb is more fragrant than flowers. The poison, when poured from the chalice, Will deeply embitter the bowl; But when drunk to escape from thy malice, The draught shall be sweet to my soul. Too cruel! in vain I implore thee My heart from these horrors to save Will nought to my bosom restore thee? Then open the gates of the grave.
​As the chief who to combat advances Secure of his conquest before, Thus thou, with those eyes for thy lances, Hast pierced through my heart to its core. Ah, tell me, my soul! must I perish By pangs which a smile would dispel? Would the hope, which thou once bad'st me cherish, For torture repay me too well? Now sad is the garden of roses, Belovéd but false Haidée! There Flora all withered reposes, And mourns o'er thine absence with me.
1811. [First published, Childe Harold, 1812 (4to).]
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# The Works of Lord Byron (ed. Coleridge, Prothero)/Poetry/Volume 3/When we Two parted

WHEN WE TWO PARTED.
1.
When we two parted In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted To sever for years, Pale grew thy cheek and cold, Colder thy kiss; Truly that hour foretold Sorrow to this.
2.
The dew of the morning Sunk chill on my brow— It felt like the warning Of what I feel now. Thy vows are all broken, And light is thy fame: I hear thy name spoken, And share in its shame.
3.
They name thee before me, A knell to mine ear; ​A shudder comes o'er me— Why wert thou so dear? They know not I knew thee, Who knew thee too well:— Long, long shall I rue thee, Too deeply to tell.
4.
In secret we met— In silence I grieve, That thy heart could forget, Thy spirit deceive. If I should meet thee After long years, How should I greet thee?— With silence and tears.
[First published, Poems, 1816.]
* ↑ Never may I behold Moment like this.—[MS.]
* ↑ The damp of the morning Clung chill on my brow.—[MS. erased.]
* ↑ Thy vow hath been broken.—[MS.]
* ↑ —— lies hidden Our secret of sorrow— And deep in my soul— But deed more forbidden, Our secret lies hidden, But never forgot.—[Erasures, stanza 3, MS.]
* ↑ If one should meet thee How should we greet thee? In silence and tears.—[MS.]
# The Works of Lord Byron (ed. Coleridge, Prothero)/Poetry/Volume 3/Translation of the famous Greek War Song

TRANSLATION OF THE FAMOUS GREEK WAR SONG,
"Δεῦτε παῖδες τῶν 'Ελλήνῶν."
Sons of the Greeks, arise! The glorious hour's gone forth, And, worthy of such ties, Display who gave us birth.
CHORUS.
Sons of Greeks! let us go In arms against the foe, Till their hated blood shall flow In a river past our feet.
Then manfully despising The Turkish tyrant's yoke, ​Let your country see you rising, And all her chains are broke. Brave shades of chiefs and sages, Behold the coming strife! Hellénes of past ages, Oh, start again to life! At the sound of my trumpet, breaking Your sleep, oh, join with me! And the seven-hilled city seeking, Fight, conquer, till we're free.
Sons of Greeks, etc.
Sparta, Sparta, why in slumbers Lethargic dost thou lie? Awake, and join thy numbers With Athens, old ally! Leonidas recalling, That chief of ancient song, Who saved ye once from falling, The terrible! the strong! Who made that bold diversion In old Thermopylæ, And warring with the Persian To keep his country free; With his three hundred waging The battle, long he stood, And like a lion raging, Expired in seas of blood.
Sons of Greeks, etc.
[First published, Childe Harold, 1812 (4to).]
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# Tragedy of an Elderly Gentleman: A.D. 3000

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Preface—In the Beginning—The Gospel of the Brothers Barnabas—The Thing Happens—Tragedy of an Elderly Gentleman—As Far as Thought Can Reach
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# Transactions of the Geological Society, 1st series, vol. 4/Explanation of a Supplementary Plate on Vegetable Remains preserved in Chalcedony

XX. Explanation of a Supplementary Plate to the Paper on Vegetable Remains preserved in Chalcedony, printed in the Second Volume of the Transactions of the Geological Society.
By the J. Mac Culloch, M.D. F.L.S. President of the Geological Society, Chemist to the Ordnance, Lecturer on Chemistry at the Royal Military Academy, and Geologist to the Trigonometrical Survey.
[Read 19th May, 1815.]
Fig. 1. This figure is given for the purpose of explaining the mode in which the fibrous disposition of chlorite is effected. The crystallized arrangement which is here so visible is generally observed in those chlorite fibres which occur in transparent quartz. I I have never observed it in chalcedony, yet there is little doubt that a similar disposition is equally the cause of the fibrous appearance so common in the specimens which have been figured in the former plates, the chief differences consisting in the smaller size and less perfect crystallization of the chlorite scales.
Fig. 2. The crystals of chlorite magnified.
Fig. 3. Although in the former plates I figured some specimens which I imagined to be confervæ, I had not then procured any example in which that regularity of structure, which is so conspicuous in some of the plants of this family, could be observed. The present figure exhibits that regularity in a striking manner.
Fig. 4. This figure affords a second example of that regular ramification which botanists will immediately recognize as characterizing many of the plants of this tribe; although for the reasons already assigned in the paper, it will be fruitless to attempt to discover the species.
# Transactions of the Geological Society, 1st series, vol. 4/On Shells in Slate

XXVI. Notice of Fossil Shells in the Slate of Tintagel.
By The Rev. J.J. CONYBEARE.
member of the geological society
The large specimen of slate, bearing the impressions of several shells, which accompanies this note, was procured by Mr. Buckland and myself at the slate quarries of Tintagel, on the north coast of Cornwall. As it has not hitherto been remarked that any traces of organic remains existed in the schistose rocks of that county, we thought that it might not be deemed unworthy of a place in the collection of the Society.
The quarries which produced it are situated close to the sea, at the distance of about six miles to the north-west of Camelford. They are worked upon a very large scale, and are celebrated for the excellent quality of the roofing slate which they afford. The nearest point at which granite occurs must be as much as seven miles distant: we were therefore not surprised at the total absence of those large granitic and porphyritic dykes which, whether they are connected with or independent of that primitive rock, are certainly of much more frequent occurrence in its vicinity than elsewhere. The veins produce quartz, rock crystals of great transparency and beauty, calcareous spar, chlorite, and in some instances adularia. I know not whether this variety of felspar has been ​found elsewhere in Cornwall: we searched in vain for the octahedral ore of titanium (anatase) which from the character of the slate, and its accompanying minerals, we thought ourselves not unlikely to discover. The rock has not been ascertained as yet to contain any metalliferous veins: we observed one minute bunch of yellow copper ore imbedded in the slate itself. The strata are at this spot much freer from curvatures and other contorsions than they are along the coast to the eastward of it.
The slate of Snowdon bears the impression of shells resembling those contained in the present specimen. At Tintagel they are certainly of very rare occurrence: though we spent some hours in the quarry, we could not find any further traces of them.
Figures of the shells from Tintagel will be found at Plate 25. f. 1. The lower figure represents a specimen of fossil shells from Snowdon, presented to the Geological Society by the Woodwardian Professor.
# Turner v. United States

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# Turner v. United States (248 U.S. 354)

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United States Supreme Court
248 U.S. 354
Turner v. United States
Argued and Submitted November 13 and 14, 1918.
January 7, 1919
Messrs. Charles H. Merillat and Charles J. Kappler, both of Washington, D. C., for appellant.
Mr. Asst. Atty. Gen. Thompson and Mr. Geo. M. Anderson, of Washington, D. C., for the United States.
Messrs. James C. Davis, of Muskogee, Okl., and R. C. Allen, of Tulsa, Okl., for the Creek Nation.
Mr. Justice BRANDEIS delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Turner v. Wade

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United States Supreme Court
254 U.S. 64
Turner v. Wade
Argued: Nov. 14, 1919. ---
Restored to Docket for Reargument Jan. 5, 1920.
Reargued Oct. 11, 1920.
Decided Nov. 8, 1920.
Messrs. Arthur G. Powell, John D. Little, Marion Smith, and Max F. Goldstein, all of Atlanta, Ga., for plaintiffs in error.
Messrs. Graham Wright, of Rome, Ga., Clifford Walker, of Monroe, Ga., and Bennet & Harrell, of Quitman, Ga., for defendant in error.
Mr. Justice DAY delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Turner v. United States (396 U.S. 398)

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## Concurring Opinion

    Marshall

## Dissenting Opinion

    Black
United States Supreme Court
396 U.S. 398
Turner v. United States (396 U.S. 398)
Argued: Oct. 15, 1969. --- Decided: Jan 20, 1970
See 397 U.S. 958, 90 S.Ct. 939.
[Syllabus from pages 398-400 intentionally omitted]
Josiah E. DuBois, Jr., Camden, N.J., for petitioner.
Steven R. Rivkin, Washington, D.C., for Cleveland Burgess, as amicus curiae.
Lawrence G. Wallace, Washington, D.C., for respondent.
Mr. Justice WHITE delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Turner v. United States (396 U.S. 398)/Concurrence Marshall

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United States Supreme Court
396 U.S. 398
Turner v. United States (396 U.S. 398)
Argued: Oct. 15, 1969. --- Decided: Jan 20, 1970
Mr. Justice MARSHALL, concurring in the judgment.
I concur in the judgment of the Court, affirming petitioner's conviction on Counts 1 and 2 and reversing his conviction on Counts 3 and 4. In so doing, however, I can agree with the majority on Count 2 only insofar as it concludes that evidence of possession of 275 glassine bags of heroin provded beyond a reasonable doubt that Turner was distributing heroin in violation of 26 U.S.C. § 4704(a). That same evidence does not establish that the had purchased the heroin in violation of that statute.
The opinion of the Court establishes convincingly the virtual certainty that the heroin in Turner's possession had been illegally imported into the country. It was thus proper with regard to Count 1 for the trial judge to instruct the jurors in effect that if they found that Turner did indeed possess the drug, they could infer that the heroin had been illegally imported and impute knowledge of that fact to Turner. However, the instruction that possession is prima facie evidence of a violation of § 4704(a) is quite different. It may be true that most persons who possess heroin have purchased it not in or from a stamped package. However, Turner himself may well have obtained the heroin involved here in any of a number of ways-for example, by stealing it from another distributor, or by manufacturing or otherwise acquiring it abroad and smuggling it into this country. Given the dangers that are inherent in any statutory presumption or inference, some of which are set out in the dissenting opinion of Mr. Justice BLACK, I cannot agree with the wholly speculative and conjectural holding that because Turner possessed heroin he must have purchased it in violation of § 4704(a).
Mr. Justice BLACK, with whom Mr. Justice DOUGLAS joins, dissenting.

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# The married man's lament, or, Fairly shot of her/Fairly shot of her

Dated from the Scottish Book Trade Index and external evidence.
FAIRLY SHOT of HER.
O Young men beware of waling a wife, For I've got a devil as ever had life: I thought her good crop, but I got but a rap of her, O gin I were fairly ſhot of her, Fairly, fairly, fairly ſhot of her, If ſhe were dead, I would dance on the tap of her, O gin I were fairly ſhot of her.
When I went to court her ſhe was meek and mild, She ſeem'd to be dumb, till ſhe got me beguil'd, Now ſhe roars like a mill, & her tongue is the clap of her, O gin I were fairly ſhot of her, &c.
It was the other day I ſpoke to her grief, She roar'd out like thunder and has put me deaf, So if I get a merchant he's get a cheap pack of her, O gin I were fairiy ſhot of her, &c.
She lies in her bed till twelve o' the clock, Then cries Rogue come hither and warm me a ſmock, Tho' not long ago there was none on the back of her, O gin I were fairly ſhot of her, &c.
My cows will go yell, and my milk is still ſower, As I have none to ſkim it till thrown out of door, The cheeſe that ſhe makes is as tough as the dock of her O gin I were fairly ſhot of her, &c.
And when ſhe up-riſes it's always in haſte, To the piſs-pot or dung hill before ſhe be lac'd, Then down by the fire, with ſtink you'll keep track of her, O gin I were fairly ſhot of her, &c.
Of her thrift and her ſpinning, O then ſhe will tell, When ſhe was a maiden was done by herſel, But now on the fire ſhe will roaſt the nicknack of her, O gin I were fairly ſhot of her, &c.
​With her lovers and courtiers ſhe was chaſte as a dove, Though now I find ſhe is pack’d full of love, By ſome of her gallants who has ſprung a leck of her, O gin I were fairly ſhot of her, &c.
For I found the babe leaping as I lay by her, I got to my breeches and run to the fire, And ſwore that another had gotten a jot of her; O gin I were fairly ſhot of her, &c.
But ſhe cried out, dear honey be kind, There’s nought in my belly but a rolling of wind; But ſtill it increas’d till the midwife got Jack of her, O gin I were fairly ſhot of her, &c.
Then I ſwore by my cheeſe who had gotten the dunt of her, Counting the date that I came to the front of her, It was but four months ſince I got the firſt wap of her O gin I were fairly ſhot of her, &c.
I got this fire ſcold at the back of the moor, She’s dirty, and lazy, and ill to the poor, For which I’ve got up and I’ve broken the back of her O well’s me now for I’m fairly ſhot of her, &c.
O could the prieſt free me that knit us together, I’d ſwear againſt marriage and ne’er have anither, But ſhe may go to him who got the firſt wap of her, For ſwear from this day I’ll be fairly ſhot of her, Fairly, fairly, fairly ſhot of her, Tho’ ſhe is not dead, I am fairly quit of her, O well’s me now I am fairly ſhot of her.
# The married man's lament, or, Fairly shot of her/Todlan butt, and todlan ben

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Todlan Butt and Todlan Ben.
WHEN I've got a ſixpence under my thumb, Then I'll get credit in ilka town, But ay when I'm poor they bid me go by, O poverty parts good company, Todlan hame, todlan hame, Coudna my love come todlan hame.
Fair ſa' the good wife, and ſend her good ſale, She gies us white bannocks to drink her ale, Syne if that her twopenny chance to be ſma', We'll tak a good ſcour o't and ca't awa', Todlan hame, todlan hame, As round as a neep comes todlan hame.
My kimmer and I lay down to ſleep, And two pint ſtoups at our bed's feet, And ay when we waken'd we drank them dry, What think ye of my wee kimmer and I, Todlan butt, and todlan ben, Sae round as my love comes todlan hame.
Lees me on liquor my todlan dow, Ye're ay ſae good humour'd when weeting your mu, When ſober, ſae ſour, ye'll fight with a flee, That 'tis a blyth ſight to the bairns and me. When todlan hame, todlan hame, When round as a neep you come todlan hame.
# The married man's lament, or, Fairly shot of her/The roving young man

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The ROVING YOUNG MAN.
WIth my long quarter pumps and ſilken hoſe, And ſhoes all buckled down to my toes, Singing and dancing was all my delight, And kiſſing the laſſes has ruin'd me quite. Fal de ral, &c.
For firſt when I a roving went, I brought my parents to great diſcontent, Sorrow and trouble upon them I wrought, When firſt to the New Goal I was brought.
​Aſſizes and Seſſions drawing near, We poor priſoners muſt appear, By a ſtrange Jury for to be try'd, To ſee if we ſhould live or die.
Aſſizes and Seſſions being paſt, And we poor priſoners were all caſt, Down on our bended knees did fall, For tranſportation we begg'd all.
When tranſportation we did get, Alake! our hearts how they did leap, To think we had got ſuch a ſafe return, To eſcape the gallows call’d Old Tyburn.
When we came to a foreign land, Like flocks of ſheep there we did ſtand, Some did hallow and ſome did cry, Is there ne'er a rich planter that will us all buy.
I am a ſmugler ſtout and bold, And many a pound of good tea I have ſold, But now to Virginia boys I muſt go, Tobacco there for to plant and ſow.
I am a weaver to my trade, I being a wild and extravagant blade, Now I muſt quit my ſhuttle and loom, Since over the herring-pond is my doom.
I am a ſhoe-maker to my trade, And many a fine ſtitch'd ſhoe I have made, But now I muſt pack up my auls and my ends, And away to Virginia to ſee my old friends.
I am a butcher to my trade, And many a fine beaſt in my time have I ſlay'd, But now I muſt pack up my knife and my ſteel, And over the herring-pond I muſt wheel.
I am a mercer to my trade, I was a wild and extravagant blade, I hope the young ladies won't take it amiſs, It was their fair faces that brought me to this.
# The married man's lament, or, Fairly shot of her/The butcher's daughter

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The BUTCHER’S DAUGHTER.
COME liſten a while all you that love fun, I’ll tell you a ſtory that lately was done, ’Tis of a young gallant as I do declare, That a beautiful damſel wanted to enſnare. Fal de ral, &c.
​A butcher in St. James's did dwell, Had a beautiful daughter, none could her excel, She was handſome and pretty nay proper and ſtrait, And many a ſweetheart upon her did wait.
At length a young nobleman who liv'd juſt by, On this beauty bright chanc'd to caſt an eye: Said he, I will ſtrive to get her maidenhead, But with her I'm reſolved never to wed.
He gave her a gold watch and jewels they ſay, And took her each night to a ball or a play: She freely conſented with him for to wed, But all that he wanted was her maidenhead.
He ſaid my dear jewel, if you will agree, To let me have this night's lodging with thee, A hundred bright guineas I'll give thee he cry'd, And to-morrow morning you ſhall be my bride.
She ſaid, noble ſir, all hazard's I'll run, But if it be known I'm ſurely undone: For when I do come in the dark it muſt be, Or elſe I will never ſurrender to thee.
He gave her the gold and he did her ſalute, And ſaid, my dear creature, I make no diſpute, My man ſhall wait on you in the dark, he ſaid, And I will go inſtantly home to my bed.
With kiſſes they parted, and homeward ſhe went, And ſtraight for a Blackamoor woman ſhe ſent, She told her the ſtory they quickly agreed, In ſome of her clothes ſhe dreſt her with ſpeed.
Five guineas you'll receive when the job it is o’er, Straightway ſhe conducted the Black to the door, She gave a ſoft knock, the footman was near, And then he conducted her up to her dear.
It being quite dark, he could not ſee her face, In amorous manner he did her embrace, At firſt ſhe ſceem'd ſhy and began for to weep, But they revell'd in pleaſure till they fell aſleep.
​Next morning the light thro' the curtain did peep, The nobleman wak'd out of his drowſy ſleep, He thought that his charmer did ly at his back, And turn'd to embrace her, and found her a Black.
Then in a ſurprize, he like thunder did roar, He jump'd out of bed and ran ſtraight to the door, So naked he ran to the ſtreet in a fright, Crying, I've been kiſſing the devil all night.
The Blackamoor put on her coat and her gown, And ſnatch'd up the reſt of her things & ran down, She ſaid, You had pleaſure of me as you lack’d, Sir, I am no devil although I'm a black.
He ſaid, I lov'd beauty, methinks I am fitted, For the butcher's daughter has me outwitted, I do her commend with all my whole heart, And for the joke's ſake I'll ne'er kiſs in the dark.
The people did laugh to hear him ſay ſo, And ſtraight the Black to the beauty did go, She told her the ſtory ſhe laught heartily, Saying, I will hear further of this by and by.
Then for the beauty, this noble Lord ſent, With ſome of her friends unto him ſhe went, He told them the ſtory, they laughed indeed, And both to be wedded they quickly agreed, Fal, &c.