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# Oriel v. Russell Prela

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United States Supreme Court
278 U.S. 358
Oriel v. Russell Prela
Argued: Nov. 20, 21, 1928. --- Decided: Jan 14, 1929
Messrs. Archibald Palmer, of New York City, and Max Rosenstein, of Newark, N. J., for petitioner Prela.
Mr. Hugo Levy, of New York City, for petitioners Oriel and others.
Messrs. Benjamin Siegel and William E. Russell, both of New York City, for respondent Russell.
[Argument of Counsel from page 359 intentionally omitted]
Mr. George Lion Cohen, of New York City, for respondent Hubshman.
Mr. Chief Justice TAFT delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Pierce v. United States (232 U.S. 290)/Opinion of the Court

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United States Supreme Court
232 U.S. 290
Pierce v. United States (232 U.S. 290)
Argued: January 6 and 7, 1914. --- Decided: February 24, 1914
These two cases involve the liability of the plaintiff in error in No. 64 for a tax on the foreign-built yacht Yacona, which became due on the 1st of September, 1909. The complaint in every substantial particular was identical with that filed in the Billings Case this day decided [[[232 U.S. 261]], 58 L. ed. --, 34 Sup. Ct. Rep. 421], and this is true also of the defenses set up in the answer, except that the answer in this case contained this distinct averment which was not in the Billings Case: 'That the said yacht Yacona was not in use by the defendant or by any other person at any time during the year next preceding the 1st day of September, 1909, but was out of commission of September, 1909, but was out of commission in the state of New York, throughout the whole of such year.' The case was submitted on bill and answer, and the liability for the tax, which was upheld by the court below, was rested upon the construction as to potential use,-that is, a tax on the privilege of using,-which we decided in the Billings Case to be unsound. In this case, as in that, the certificate is concerned with a writ of error prosecuted by the United States to the circuit court of appeals because of the rejection of a prayer for interest. Treating both the cases in this instance as one, as we did in the previous cases, and applying to this the construction which we have given the statute in those cases, it follows that the judgment below was wrong and must be reversed, with direction to dismiss the complaint.
And it is so ordered.

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# Pierce v. United States (232 U.S. 292)

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United States Supreme Court
232 U.S. 292
Pierce v. United States (232 U.S. 292)
Argued: January 6 and 7, 1914. --- Decided: February 24, 1914
Mr. William D. Guthrie for H. Clay Pierce.
Assistant Attorney General Adkins and Mr. Karl W. Kirchwey for the United States.
Mr. Chief Justice White delivered the opinion of the court:

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# Pierce v. United States (232 U.S. 290)

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United States Supreme Court
232 U.S. 290
Pierce v. United States (232 U.S. 290)
Argued: January 6 and 7, 1914. --- Decided: February 24, 1914
Mr. William D. Guthrie for H. Clay Pierce.
Assistant Attorney General Adkins and Mr. Karl W. Kirchwey for the United States
Mr. Chief Justice White delivered the opinion of the court:

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# Pierce v. United States

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# Pierce v. United States (232 U.S. 292)/Opinion of the Court

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United States Supreme Court
232 U.S. 292
Pierce v. United States (232 U.S. 292)
Argued: January 6 and 7, 1914. --- Decided: February 24, 1914
These cases concern the right to recover a tax on the yacht Yacona, becoming due on the 1st of September, 1910. The complaint filed by the United States in No. 65 was in substance like that filed in the previous cases, and the answer in effect set up the same defenses, especially the defense relating to the nonuse of the yacht. The case, by stipulation, was submitted to the court without a jury, a finding of facts was made which distinctly established the nonuse during the taxing year, and the court gave a judgment for the tax, although it rejected the interest, upon the same construction of the act which it applied in the previous cases. The certificate in this as in the other cases is here in consequence of error prosecuted by the United States to the circuit court of appeals, because of the rejection of the interest claimed. Treating this case as we treated the others, and applying the construction in those cases given, it follows that the judgment in this case must be reversed.
And it is so ordered.

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# Poems (Hornblower)/Sonetto

Translation of previous poem.
# Poems by Felicia Dorothea Browne/Shakspeare

SHAKSPEARE.
I love to rove o'er history's page, Recal the hero, and the sage; Revive the actions of the dead, And memory of ages fled: Yet it yields me greater pleasure, To read the poet's pleasing measure. Led by Shakspeare, bard inspir'd, The bosom's energies are fir'd; We learn to shed the generous tear, O'er poor Ophelia's sacred bier: To love the merry moonlight scene, With fairy elves in vallies green; Or borne on Fancy's heavenly wings, To listen while sweet Ariel sings. How sweet the "native wood-notes wild" Of him, the Muse's favorite child; Of him whose magic lays impart, Each various feeling to the heart.
# Poems by Felicia Dorothea Browne/Song, The Return of May

SONG,
THE RETURN OF MAY.
Hail! fairy queen, adorn'd with flowers, Attended by the smiling hours, 'Tis thine to dress the rosy bowers  In colours gay; We love to wander in thy train, To meet thee on the fertile plain, To bless thy soft propitious reign,  Oh! lovely May.
’Tis thine to dress the vale anew, In fairest verdure bright with dew; And harebells of the mildest blue,  Smile in thy way; Then let us welcome pleasant spring, And still the flowery tribute bring, And still to thee our carol sing,  Oh! lovely May.
Now by the genial zephyr fann'd, The blossoms of the rose expand; And rear'd by thee with gentle hand,  Their charms display; The air is balmy and serene, And all the sweet luxuriant scene By thee is clad in tender green,  Oh! lovely May.
# Poems by Felicia Dorothea Browne/Song 2

SONG.
Say, does calm Contentment dwell, In palace rich, or lowly cell? Fix'd to no peculiar spot, Gilded rooms, or simple cot, She will grace the courtly scene, Or love to haunt the village green: Where Virtue dwells, Content must be, And with her Felicity.
# Poems by Felicia Dorothea Browne/Song of Zephyrus

SONG OF ZEPHYRUS.
When sportive hours lead on the rosy spring,  Then in the frolic smiling train I come; And wander with the bee on sylphid wing,  To kiss each floweret in its tender bloom. And at the fragrant time, the close of day,  Or at the sweet and pensive moonlight hour, Then in the summer air I love to play,  And sport with Flora in the dewy bower. Oft o'er the harp of winds with gentle sigh,  I breathe a mellow note, a mournful lay; And then enraptur'd with the melody,  I list with pleasure till the sounds decay.
# Poems by Felicia Dorothea Browne/Sonnet 2

SONNET.
’Tis sweet to think the spirits of the blest,  May hover round the virtuous man's repose; And oft in visions animate his breast,  And scenes of bright beatitude disclose. The ministers of Heaven with pure controul,  May bid his sorrow and emotion cease; Inspire the pious fervour of his soul,  And whisper to his bosom hallow'd peace. Ah! tender thought, that oft with sweet relief,  May charm the bosom of a weeping friend; Beguile with magic power the tear of grief,  And pensive pleasure with devotion blend; While oft he fancies music sweetly faint, The airy lay of some departed saint.
# Poems by Felicia Dorothea Browne/Song 1

SONG.
Why should we with fancied cares,  Shade the sun-shine hope bestows; When, alas! our being bears  But too many real woes?
Time is cheating, life is fleeting,  Why then half its bliss destroy! Friendship blessing, hope caressing,  Let us quaff the cup of joy.
# Poems by Felicia Dorothea Browne/Song of a Wood Nymph

SONG OF A WOOD NYMPH.
In peaceful dells and woodland glades,  In sweet romantic scenes I stray; And wander thro' the sylvan shades,  Where summer breezes lightly play;  There at fervid noon I lave,  In the calm pellucid wave.
And oft the fairest flowers I bring,  To deck my grotto's mossy seat, Cull'd from the margin of the spring,  That flows amidst the green retreat;  The violet, and the primrose pale,  That smile uncultur'd in the vale.
Reclin'd beneath some hoary tree,  With tufted moss and ivy drest, I listen to the humming bee,  Whose plaintive tune invites to rest;  While the fountain calm and clear,  Softly murmurs playing near.
And oft in solitude I rove,  To hear the bird of eve complain; When seated in the hallow'd grove,  She pours her melancholy strain,  In soothing tones that wake the tear,  To sorrow and to fancy dear.
I love the placid moonlight hour,  The lustre of the shadowy ray; 'Tis then I seek the dewy bower,  And tune the wild expressive lay;  While echo from the woods around,  Prolongs the softly dying sound.
And oft, in some arcadian vale,  I touch my harp of mellow note; Then sweetly rising on the gale,  I hear celestial music float;  And dulcet measures faintly close,  Till all is silence and repose.
Then fays and fairy elves advance,  To hear the magic of my song; And mingle in the sportive dance,  And trip with sylphid grace along;  While the pensive ray serene,  Trembles thro' the foliage green.
In peaceful dells and woodland shades,  In wild romantic scenes I stray; And wander thro' the sylvan glades,  With airy footstep light and gay:  Yet still my favourite lonely spot,  The sweet retirement of the grot.
# Poems by Felicia Dorothea Browne/Sonnet 1

SONNET.
Where nature's grand romantic charms invite  The glowing rapture of the soul refin'd;  In scenes like these the young poetic mind May court the dreams of fancy with delight; And dear to those by every muse inspir'd,  The rural landscape, and the prospect fair; They love in mountain solitudes retir'd,  To own illusions that may banish care. These gentle visions ever shall remain,  To soothe the poet in his pensive hours;  For him shall Fancy cull Piërian flowers, And strew her garlands o'er the path of pain: For him shall Memory shed her pensive ray, O'er the soft hours of life's enchanting May.
# Poems by Felicia Dorothea Browne/Sonnet, to Agnes

SONNET, TO AGNES.
Ah! could my Agnes rove these favourite shades,  With mirth and friendship in the Cambrian vale, In mossy dells, or wild romantic glades,  Where flowers uncultur'd scent the sportive gale; And could she wander at the morning hour,  To hail with me, the blest return of May; Or linger sweetly in the woodbine bower,  When early dews begem the weeping spray; Ah! soon her cheek the lovely mantling bloom  Of sprightly youth, and pleasure, would disclose; Her lip the smile of Hebe would resume,  And wear the blushes of the vernal rose; And soon would cherub health with lively grace, Beam in her eye, and animate her face.
# Poems by Felicia Dorothea Browne/Sonnet, to my Mother

SONNET, TO MY MOTHER.
To thee, maternal guardian of my youth,  I pour the genuine numbers free from art; The lays inspir'd by gratitude and truth,  For thou wilt prize th' effusion of the heart. Oh! be it mine, with sweet and pious care,  To calm thy bosom in the hour of grief; With soothing tenderness to chase the tear,  With fond endearments to impart relief. Be mine thy warm affection to repay  With duteous love in thy declining hours;  My filial hand shall strew unfading flowers, Perennial roses to adorn thy way: Still may thy grateful children round thee smile, Their pleasing care affliction shall beguile.
# Pierre and Jean (Bell, 1902)/Pierre and Jean

PIERRE AND JEAN
* Chapter 1
* Chapter 2
* Chapter 3
* Chapter 4
* Chapter 5
* Chapter 6
* Chapter 7
* Chapter 8
* Chapter 9
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# Poems (Merrill)

POEMS
BY
CLARA A. MERRILL
Copyrighted 1915
CLARA A. MERRILL
MERRILL & WEBBER CO. PRS. AUBURN
To my Beloved Sister Appey
This little book is lovingly dedicated
The memory of her beautiful life, and of her deep and unchanging love for me,—together with the knowledge of the interest she felt in my writings, fills me with a longing to do that which I know would be pleasing to her.
For though the dear voice of her whom I so loved can no longer cheer and guide me on, yet in spirit I hear her gently whisper bidding me resume the work I had laid aside,
Thus from my writings I have selected a few poems which, though submitted with diffidence, I hope may be kindly received by my many friends; and accepted by them with such degree of generosity as will enable them to throw the mantle of charity over the many short- comings, and to see any good that may chance to exist.
And if from any of these poems there may perchance be found one little ray of sunshine—though it beams ever so faintly—that may radiate and give pleasure to even one appreciating heart, then surely I may feel that my labor will not have been wholly in vain.
Clara A. Merrill
The Author
CONTENTS
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# Patricia Brent, Spinster

Then some devil took possession of Patricia. "No," she replied indifferently. As a matter of fact," she paused. They literally hung upon her words. "As a matter of fact I am dining with my fiancé."
The effect was electrical. Miss Sikkum stopped dabbing the front of her Brixton "Paris model." Miss Wangle dropped her pince-nez on the edge of her plate and broke the right-hand glass. Mr. Cordal, a heavy man who seldom spoke, but enjoyed his food with noisy gusto, actually exclaimed, "What?" Almost without exception the others repeated his exclamation.
Patricia Brent, Spinster is humorous novel of life (and love) in war- and privation-hit London.
An audio book is available at [Librivox]: details of the 1919 film based on this book at [IMDB]
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PATRICIA BRENT, SPINSTER
WHAT THIS STORY IS ABOUT
Patricia Brent is a "paying guest" at the Galvin House Residential Hotel. One day she overhears two of her fellow "guests" pitying her because she "never has a nice young man to take her out."
In a thoughtless moment of anger she announced that on the following night she is dining at the Quadrant with her fiancé. When in due course she enters the grill-room, she finds some of Galvin Houseites there to watch her. Rendered reckless by the thought of the humiliation of being found out, she goes up to a young staff-officer, and asks him to help her by "playing up."
This is how she meets Lt.-Col. Lord Peter Bowen, D.S.O. The story is a comedy concerned with the complications that ensue from Patricia's thoughtless act.
PATRICIA BRENT, SPINSTER
BY
HERBERT JENKINS
HERBERT JENKINS LIMITED
3 YORK STREET, LONDON S.W.1
Fifteenth printing completing 153,658 copies
MADE AND PRINTED IN GREAT BRITAIN BY
PURNELL AND SONS, PAULTON (SOMERSET) AND LONDON
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# Patricia, Angel-at-Large

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Extracted from Harper's Magazine, V.131 1915 (June, July & August) pp. 36–45; pp. 257–265; pp. 369–380. Accompanying illustrations may be omitted.
Patricia, Angel-at-Large
BY MARGARET CAMERON
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* Part I 36–45
* Part II 257–265
* Part III 369–380
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The longest-living author of this work died in 1947, so this work is in the public domain in countries and areas where the copyright term is the author's life plus 76 years or less. This work may be in the public domain in countries and areas with longer native copyright terms that apply the rule of the shorter term to foreign works.
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# Poems (E. L. F.)

POEMS
POEMS
BY
E. L. F.
Printed for Private Circulation
BY W. BLACKWOOD & SONS, EDINBURGH
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MY HUSBAND AND CHILDREN
THIS VOLUME
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# Poems (Seeger)/Last Poems

LAST POEMS
1916
# Poems (Seeger)/Last Poems/Liebstod

LIEBESTOD
I who, conceived beneath another star, Had been a prince and played with life, instead Have been its slave, an outcast exiled far From the fair things my faith has merited. My ways have been the ways that wanderers tread And those that make romance of poverty— Soldier, I shared the soldier's board and bed, And Joy has been a thing more oft to me Whispered by summer wind and summer sea Than known incarnate in the hours it lies All warm against our hearts and laughs into our eyes.
I know not if in risking my best days I shall leave utterly behind me here This dream that lightened me through lonesome ways And that no disappointment made less dear; Sometimes I think that, where the hilltops rear Their white entrenchments back of tangled wire, Behind the mist Death only can make clear, There, like Brunhilde ringed with flaming fire, Lies what shall ease my heart's immense desire: There, where beyond the horror and the pain Only the brave shall pass, only the strong attain.
​Truth or delusion, be it as it may, Yet think it true, dear friends, for, thinking so, That thought shall nerve our sinews on the day When to the last assault our bugles blow: Reckless of pain and peril we shall go, Heads high and hearts aflame and bayonets bare. And we shall brave eternity as though Eyes looked on us in which we would seem fair— One waited in whose presence we would wear, Even as a lover who would be well-seen, Our manhood faultless and our honor clean.
# Poems (Seeger)/Last Poems/Maktoob

MAKTOOB
A shell surprised our post one day And killed a comrade at my side. My heart was sick to see the way He suffered as he died.
I dug about the place he fell, And found, no bigger than my thumb, A fragment of the splintered shell In warm aluminum.
I melted it, and made a mould, And poured it in the opening, And worked it, when the cast was cold, Into a shapely ring.
And when my ring was smooth and bright, Holding it on a rounded stick, For seal, I bade a Turco write Maktoob in Arabic.
Maktoob! "'Tis written!" ... So they think, These children of the desert, who From its immense expanses drink Some of its grandeur too.
​Within the book of Destiny, Whose leaves are time, whose cover, space, The day when you shall cease to be, The hour, the mode, the place,
Are marked, they say; and you shall not By taking thought or using wit Alter that certain fate one jot, Postpone or conjure it.
Learn to drive fear, then, from your heart. If you must perish, know, O man, 'Tis an inevitable part Of the predestined plan.
And, seeing that through the ebon door Once only you may pass, and meet Of those that have gone through before The mighty, the élite——
Guard that not bowed nor blanched with fear You enter, but serene, erect, As you would wish most to appear To those you most respect.
So die as though your funeral Ushered you through the doors that led Into a stately banquet hall Where heroes banqueted;
​And it shall all depend therein Whether you come as slave or lord, If they acclaim you as their kin Or spurn you from their board.
So, when the order comes: "Attack!" And the assaulting wave deploys, And the heart trembles to look back On life and all its joys;
Or in a ditch that they seem near To find, and round your shallow trough Drop the big shells that you can hear Coming a half mile off;
When, not to hear, some try to talk, And some to clean their guns, or sing, And some dig deeper in the chalk— I look upon my ring:
And nerves relax that were most tense, And Death comes whistling down unheard, As I consider all the sense Held in that mystic word.
And it brings, quieting like balm My heart whose flutterings have ceased, The resignation and the calm And wisdom of the East.
# Poems (Seeger)/Last Poems/I Have a Rendezvous with Death...

I HAVE A RENDEZVOUS WITH DEATH...
I have a rendezvous with Death At some disputed barricade, When Spring comes back with rustling shade And apple-blossoms fill the air— I have a rendezvous with Death When Spring brings back blue days and fair.
It may be he shall take my hand And lead me into his dark land And close my eyes and quench my breath— It may be I shall pass him still. I have a rendezvous with Death On some scarred slope of battered hill, When Spring comes round again this year And the first meadow-flowers appear.
God knows 'twere better to be deep Pillowed in silk and scented down, Where Love throbs out in blissful sleep, Pulse nigh to pulse, and breath to breath, Where hushed awakenings are dear... But I've a rendezvous with Death At midnight in some flaming town, When Spring trips north again this year, And I to my pledged word am true, I shall not fail that rendezvous.