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# Shakespeare of Stratford/Documents Mentioning William Shakespeare which are either Spurious or Relating to a Namesake of the Poet

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DOCUMENTS MENTIONING WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE WHICH ARE EITHER SPURIOUS OR RELATING TO A NAMESAKE OF THE POET
1589. Appeal of the sharers in the Blackfriars Theatre to the Privy Council, Shakespeare’s name being twelfth in the list. Manuscript published by Collier in New Facts, 1835. The date is quite inconsistent with what we know of Shakespeare’s interest in the Blackfriars Theatre.
1596. July. List of inhabitants of Liberty of Southwark, Shakespeare being sixth. Printed in Collier’s Life of Shakespeare, 1858. Malone quoted a now missing memorandum of Alleyn, indicating Shakespeare’s residence ‘near the Bear Garden’ in Southwark (Lee, Life of Shakespeare, p. 274). Compare document XIV, Note, p. 20.
1596. Petition of owners and players of Blackfriars Theatre to Privy Council. Shakespeare’s name fifth. Printed in Collier’s History of English Dramatic Poetry, 1881, i. 298–300. No evidence that Shakespeare’s company played in Blackfriars before 1610.
1596. List of Shareholders in Blackfriars Theatre. Shakespeare listed as having four shares worth nearly a thousand pounds. MS. printed by Collier in New Facts, 1835. Spurious on the face of it.
1596? Letter signed H. S. (ostensibly Southampton) ​asking Egerton’s protection for Blackfriars players, particularly Burbage and Shakespeare. Collier, New Facts. Manifest forgery.
1600. March. Authentic document relating to suit by William Shakespeare against John Clayton of Bedfordshire for a debt of seven pounds contracted May 22, 1592. Judgment for Shakespeare with twenty shillings costs. No sufficient reason for identifying this Shakespeare with the poet. Cf. Lee, Life of Shakespeare, p. 321; Mrs. Stopes, Shakespeare’s Industry, pp. 259, 262.
1603. Oct. 3. ‘Mr. Shakespeare of the Globe’ mentioned in letter from Mrs. Alleyn to her husband. Printed by Collier, Memoirs of Edward Alleyn, 1841, p. 63. Spurious.
1604. Apr. 9. Shakespeare named in list of players appended to Privy Council letter to Lord Mayor. Printed by Collier, ibid. p. 68. Spurious.
1604. July. Suit of William Shakespeare against Philip Rogers in Stratford court for debt on malt. Document printed by Halliwell-Phillipps, Outlines, ii. 77 f. Cf. Mrs. Stopes, Shakespeare’s Industry, p. 268: “There was another William Shakespeare . . . born at Rowington in 1564, whose trade was the selling of malt.’
1605. Sept. 28. William Shakspere listed as a trained soldier in a Rowington muster roll. Probably refers to the above.
1609. Apr. 8. Shakespeare named in list of taxpayers in Southwark. Printed in Collier’s Memoirs of Edward Alleyn, 1841, pp. 90–92. Spurious.
​1609 [1610]. Jan. 4. Warrant appointing Robert Daborne, William Shakespeare, etc., instructors of the Children’s Revels company. Printed in Collier’s New Facts, 1885. Certainly spurious.
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# Shantiniketan

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SHANTINIKETAN
THE BOLPUR SCHOOL OF
RABINDRANATH TAGORE
MACMILLAN AND CO., Limited
LONDON • BOMBAY • CALCUTTA • MADRAS MELBOURNE
THE MACMILLAN COMPANY
NEW YORK • BOSTON • CHICAGO DALLAS • SAN FRANCISCO
THE MACMILLAN CO. OF CANADA, Ltd.
TORONTO
SHANTINIKETAN
THE BOLPUR SCHOOL OF
RABINDRANATH TAGORE
BY W. W. PEARSON
ILLUSTRATED BY MUKUL CHANDRA DEY
MACMILLAN AND CO., LIMITED
ST. MARTIN’S STREET, LONDON
1917
TO
JADAV
CONTENTS
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| The Shantiniketan School Song | xiii |
| Introduction, by Rabindranath Tagore | 1 |
| Shantiniketan, by W. W. Pearson | 11 |
| The Gift to the Guru | 57 |
| Paradise: being an Address delivered by Rabindranath Tagore before Japanese Students in Tokyo | 101 |
| Parting, by Rabindranath Tagore | 107 |
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# Shannahan v. United States

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United States Supreme Court
303 U.S. 596
Shannahan v. United States
Argued: Feb. 28 and March 1, 1938. --- Decided: April 4, 1938
Appeal from the District Court of the United States for the Northern District of Indiana.
Messrs. John C. Lawyer and R. Stanley Anderson, both of Chicago, Ill., for appellants.
Mr. Leo F. Tierney, of Washington, D.C., for appellees.
Mr. Justice BRANDEIS delivered the opinion of the court.

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# Sibylline Leaves (Coleridge)/To a Young Lady

First published in the Morning Post, 9th December, 1799
TO A YOUNG LADY.
On her Recovery from a Fever.
Why need I say, Louisa dear! How glad I am to see you here, A lovely convalescent; Risen from the bed of pain, and fear, And feverish heat incessant.
The sunny Showers, the dappled Sky, The little Birds that warble high, Their vernal loves commencing, Will better welcome you than I, With their sweet influencing.
Believe me, while in bed you lay, Your danger taught us all to pray: You made us grow devouter! Each eye look'd up and seemed to say, How can we do without her?
Besides, what vex'd us worse, we knew, They have no need of such as you In the place where you were going: This World has angels all too few, And Heaven is overflowing!
# Sibylline Leaves (Coleridge)/A Tombless Epitaph

A TOMBLESS EPITAPH.
'Tis true, Idoloclastes Satyrane! (So call him, for so mingling Blame with Praise And smiles with anxious looks, his earliest friends, Masking his birth-name, wont to character His wild-wood fancy and impetuous zeal,) 'Tis true that, passionate for ancient truths And honoring with religious love the Great Of elder times, he hated to excess, With an unquiet and intolerant scorn, The hollow puppets of an hollow Age, Ever idolatrous, and changing ever Its worthless Idols! Learning, Power, and Time, (Too much of all) thus wasting in vain war Of fervid colloquy. Sickness, tis true, Whole years of weary days, besieged him close, Even to the gates and inlets of his life! But it is true, no less, that strenuous, firm, And with a natural gladness, he maintained
The Citadel unconquer'd, and in joy Was strong to follow the delightful Muse. For not a hidden Path, that to the Shades Of the belov'd Parnassian forest leads, Lurk'd undiscover'd by him; not a rill There issues from the fount of Hippocrene, But he had trac'd it upward to its source, Thro' open glade, dark glen, and secret dell, Knew the gay wild flowers on its banks, and cull'd Its med'cinable herbs. Yea, oft alone, Piercing the long-neglected holy cave, The haunt obscure of old Philosophy, He bade with lifted torch its starry walls Sparkle, as erst they sparkled to the flame Of od'rous Lamps tended by Saint and Sage. O fram'd for calmer times and nobler hearts! O studious Poet, eloquent for truth! Philosopher! contemning wealth and death, Yet docile, childlike, full of Life and Love! Here, rather than on monumental stone, This record of thy worth thy Friend inscribes, Thoughtful, with quiet tears upon his cheek.
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# Sibylline Leaves (Coleridge)/An Ode to the Rain

AN ODE TO THE RAIN.
I.
Awake, as I guess, an hour or twain, I have not once open'd the lids of my eyes, But I lie in the dark, as a blind man lies. Rain! that I lie listening to, You're but a doleful sound at best: I owe you little thanks, 'tis true, For breaking thus my needful rest! Yet if, as soon as it is light, O Rain! you will but take your flight, I'll neither rail, nor malice keep, Tho' sick and sore for want of sleep: But only now, for this one day, Do go, dear Rain! do go away!
II.
The clash hard by, and the murmur all round! You know, if you know aught, that we, Both night and day, but ill agree: For days, and months, and almost years, Have limp'd on thro' this vale of tears, Since body of mine, and rainy weather, Have liv'd on easy terms together. Yet if, as soon as it is light, O Rain! you will but take your flight, Though you should come again to-morrow, And bring with you both pain and sorrow; Tho' stomach should sicken, and knees should swell— I'll nothing speak of you but well. But only now for this one day, Do go, dear Rain! do go away!
III.
You're a good creature in your way. Nay, I could write a book myself, Would fit a parson's lower shelf, Shewing, how very good you are— What then? sometimes it must be fair!
And if sometimes, why not to day? Do go, dear Rain! do go away!
IV.
Take no offence! I'll tell you, why. A dear old Friend e'en now is here, And with him came my sister dear; After long absence now first met, Long months by pain and grief beset— We three dear friends! in truth, we groan Impatiently to be alone. We three, you mark! and not one more! The strong wish makes my spirit sore. We have so much to talk about, So many sad things to let out; So many tears in our eye-corners, Sitting like little Jacky Horners — In short, as soon as it is day, Do go, dear Rain! do go away.
V.
Whenever you shall come again,
Be you as dull as e'er you cou'd (And by the bye 'tis understood, You're not so pleasant, as you're good), Yet, knowing well your worth and place, I'll welcome you with cheerful face; And though you stay'd a week or more, Were ten times duller than before; Yet with kind heart, and right good will, I'll sit and listen to you still; Nor should you go away, dear Rain! Uninvited to remain. But only now, for this one day, Do go, dear Rain! do go away.
# Sibylline Leaves (Coleridge)/Epitaph, on an Infant

EPITAPH, ON AN INFANT.
Its balmy lips the Infant blest Relaxing from its Mother's breast, How sweet it heaves the happy sigh Of innocent Satiety!
And such my Infant's latest sigh! O tell, rude stone! the passer by, That here the pretty babe doth lie, Death sang to sleep with Lullaby.
# Sibylline Leaves (Coleridge)

Sibylline Leaves
BY
S. T. COLERIDGE, ESQ.
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SIBYLLINE LEAVES:
A
Collection of Poems.
BY
S. T. COLERIDGE, ESQ.
LONDON: REST FENNER, 23, PATERNOSTER ROW.
1817.
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Preface
* Time, Real and Imaginary
* The Raven
* Mutual Passion
Errata
* The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
* A Foster Mother's Tale
Poems Occasioned by Political Events Or Feelings Connected With Them.
* "When I have borne in memory what has tamed": Wordsworth
* Ode to the Departing Year
* France; an Ode
* Fears in Solitude
* Recantation - Illustrated in the Story of the Mad Ox
* Parliamentary Oscillators
* Fire, Famine & Slaughter
Love-poems
* Quas humilis tenero stylus olim effudit in aevo - Petrarch
* Love
* Lewti
* The Picture
* The Night Scene
* To an Unfortunate Woman, Whom the Author had known in the days of her Innocence
* To an Unfortunate Woman at the Theatre
* Lines composed in a concert room
* The Keep-sake
* To a Lady
* To a Young Lady
* Something Childish, but very natural
* Home-sick
* Answer to a child's question
* The Visionary Hope
* The Happy Husband
* Recollections of Love
* On re-visiting the sea-shore after long absence
Meditative Poems in Blank Verse
* "Yea, he deserves to find himself deceived" - Schiller
* Hymn, before Sun-rise, in the Vale of Chamouny
* Lines, written in the Album at Elbingerode
* On Observing a Blossom
* The Eolian Harp
* Reflections on having left a Place of Retirement
* To the Reverend George Coleridge
* Inscription, for a Fountain on a Heath
* A Tombless Epitaph
* This Lime Tree Bower My Prison
* To a Friend
* To a Gentleman
* The Nightingale
* Frost at midnight
* The Three Graves
Odes and Miscellaneous Poems
* Dejection: an Ode
* Ode to Georgiana, Duchess of Devonshire
* Ode to Tranquillity
* To a Young Friend
* Lines to W. L. Esq. while he sang a Song to Purcell's Music
* To a Young Man of Fortune
* Sonnet to the River Otter
* Sonnet, composed on a journey homeward
* Sonnet, to a Friend who asked, how I felt when the Nurse first presented my Infant to me.
* The Virgin's Cradle-Hymn
* Epitaph, on an Infant
* Melancholy. A Fragment.
* Tell's Birth-place
* A Christmas Carol
* Human Life
* An Ode to the Rain
* The Visit of the Gods
* America to Great Britain
* Elegy, imitated from one of Akenside’s blank-verse inscriptions
* The Destiny of Nations
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Printed by John Evans & Co. St. John-Street. Bristol.
# Sibylline Leaves (Coleridge)/A Christmas Carol

A CHRISTMAS CAROL.
I.
And found the lowly stable-shed Where the Virgin-Mother lay: And now they check'd their eager tread, For to the Babe, that at her bosom clung, A Mother's song the Virgin-Mother sung.
II.
Streaming from a heavenly throng, Arround them shone, suspending night! While sweeter than a Mother's song, Blest Angels heralded the Saviour's birth, Glory to God on high! and Peace on Earth.
III.
And closer still the Babe she press'd; And while she cried, the Babe is mine! The milk rush'd faster to her breast:
Joy rose within her, like a summer's morn; Peace, Peace on Earth! the Prince of Peace is born.
IV.
Poor, simple, and of low estate! That Strife should vanish. Battle cease, O why should this thy soul elate? Sweet Music's loudest note, the Poet's story, Did'st thou ne'er love to hear of Fame and Glory?
V.
A stately Hero clad in mail? Beneath his footsteps laurels spring; Him Earth's majestic monarch's hail Their Friend, their Playmate! and his bold bright eye Compels the maiden's love-confessing sigh.
VI.
To maids and youths in robes of state! I am a woman poor and mean, And therefore is my Soul elate. War is a ruffian, all with guilt defil'd, That from the aged Father tears his Child!"
VII.
He kills the Sire and starves the Son; The Husband kills, and from lier board Steals all his Widow's toil had won; Plunders God's world of beauty; rends away All safety from the Night, all comfort from the Day."
VIII.
That Strife should vanish. Battle cease: I'm poor and of a low estate, The Mother of the Prince of Peace. Joy rises in me, like a summer's morn: Peace, Peace on Earth, the Prince of Peace is born."
# Sibylline Leaves (Coleridge)/America to Great Britain

AMERICA TO GREAT BRITAIN.
Written in America, in the year 1810.
All hail! thou noble Land, Our Fathers' native soil!
O stretch thy mighty hand, Gigantic grown by toil,
O'er the vast Atlantic wave to our shore:
For thou with magic might
Canst reach to where the light
Of Phœbus travels bright
The world o'er!
The Genius of our clime, From his pine-embattled steep, Shall hail the guest sublime;
While the Tritons of the deep
With their conchs the kindred league shall proclaim. Then let the world combine— O'er the main our Naval Line Like the milky way shall shine Bright in fame!
Though ages long have past Since our Fathers left their home, Their pilot in the blast, O'er untravell'd seas to roam, Yet lives the blood of England in our veins! And shall we not proclaim That blood of honest fame Which no tyranny can tame By its chains?
While the language free and bold Which the Bard of Avon sung, In which our Milton told How the vault of Heaven rung When Satan, blasted, fell with his host; While this, with rev'rence meet, Ten thousand echoes greet, From rock to rock repeat Round our coast;
While the manners, while the arts, That mould a nation's soul, Still cling around our hearts— Between let ocean roll, Our joint communion breaking with the Sun: Yet still from either beach The voice of blood shall reach, More audible than speech, 'We are One.'
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* ↑ This Poem, written by an American gentleman, a valued and dear friend, I communicate to the reader for its moral, no less than its poetic spirit. The metre of this ode, especially in the fifth line of ⁠each stanza, is written with a foreknowledge of the Tune, and must therefore be read as it would be sung.
* ↑ This alludes merely to the moral union of the two Countries. The Author would not have it supposed that the tribute of respect, offered in these Stanzas to the Land of his Ancestors, would be paid by him, if at the expense of the independence of that which gave him birth.
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# Sibylline Leaves (Coleridge)/Answer to a child's question

ANSWER TO A CHILD's QUESTION.
Do you ask what the birds say? The Sparrow, the Dove, The Linnet and Thrush say, "I love and I love!" In the winter they're silent—the wind is so strong; What it says, I don't know, but it sings a loud song. But green leaves, and blossoms, and sunny warm weather, And singing, and loving—all come back together. But the Lark is so brimful of gladness and love, The green fields below him, the blue sky above, That he sings, and he sings; and for ever sings he— "I love my Love, and my Love loves me!"
# Sibylline Leaves (Coleridge)/Elegy, imitated from one of Akenside’s blank-verse inscriptions

First published in the Morning Chronicle, 23rd September, 1794. Mark Akenside, was a physician and poet, whose best-known work is The Pleasures of the Imagination.
ELEGY,
Imitated from one of Akenside's Blank-verse Inscriptions.
Near the lone pile with ivy overspread, Fast by the rivulet's sleep-persuading sound, Where "sleeps the moonlight" on yon verdant bed— O humbly press that consecrated ground!
For there does Edmund rest, the learned swain! And there his spirit most delights to rove: Young Edmund! fam'd for each harmonious strain, And the sore wounds of ill-requited love.
Like some tall tree that spreads its branches wide. And loads the west-wind with its soft perfume, His manhood blossom'd; till the faithless pride Of fair Matilda sank him to the tomb.
But soon did righteous Heaven her guilt pursue! Wheree'er with wildered steps she wandered pale, Still Edmund's image rose to blast her view, Still Edmund's voice accused her in each gale.
With keen regret, and conscious guilt's alarms, Amid the pomp of affluence she pined; Nor all that lured her faith from Edmund's arms Could lull the wakeful horror of her mind.
Go, Traveller! tell the tale with sorrow fraught: Some tearful maid perchance, or blooming youth, May hold it in remembrance; and be taught That Riches cannot pay for Love or Truth.
# Scottish Law Reporter

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# Scottish glory/Crazy Jane

CRAZY JANE.
Why, fair maid, in every feature, Are such signs of fear express'd: Can a wand'ring, wretched creature, With such terror fill thy breast; Do my frenzied looks alarm thee? Trust me, sweet, they are but vain: Not for kingdoms would I harm thee; Shun not then poor crazy Jane.
Dost thou weep to see my anguish? Mark me, and avoid my woe; When men flatter, sigh, and languish, Think them false—I found them so. For I lov'd—ah! so sincerely, None could ever love again; But the youth I lov'd so dearly, Stole the wits of Crazy Jane.
Fondly my young heart receiv'd him,
​Which was doom'd to love but one; He sigh'd—he vow'd—and I believ'd him, He was false—and I undone. From that hour has reason never Held her empire o'er my brain; Henry fled-With him for ever Fled the wits of Crazy Jane.
Now forlorn and broken-hearted, And with frenzied thoughts beset, On that spot where last we parted, On that spot where first we met, Still I sing my love-lorn ditty; Still I slowly pace the plain; While each passer-by, in pity, Cries, God help thee, Crazy Jane.
# Scottish Law Journal and Sheriff Court Record

The Scottish Law Journal and Sheriff Court Record is a periodical, published from November 1858 to December 1867, when it merged into The Journal of Jurisprudence. From 1862 it was called the Scottish Law Magazine and Sheriff Court Reporter.
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# Scottish Jurist

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# Scottish glory

SCOTTISH GLORY,
WHY, FAIR MAID, &c.
The Lad that I love,
AND
’Twas at Night, &c.
SOLD WHOLESALE BY J. FRASER & CO.
PRINTERS, STIRLING.
* Scottish Glory
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* The Lad that I Love
* Far, Far at Sea
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# Somebody (Burns)

"My heart is sair, I dare na tell"
* "Somebody" in Five Scotch Songs (1840s)
* "Somebody" in Seven sentimental songs (1840s)
* "Somebody" in The Book of Scottish Song (1843)
* "For the sake of Somebody", in The Poetical Works of Robert Burns (1887), edited by Alexander Smith