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# Once a Week (magazine)/Series 1/Volume 6/The fair Jacobite

Artwork by John Everett Millais.
THE FAIR JACOBITE. BY J. E. MILLAIS.
# Once a Week (magazine)/Series 1/Volume 6/The king at the gate

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# Once a Week (magazine)/Series 1/Volume 6/The dolours of a dinner table

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THE DOLOURS OF A DINNER-TABLE. A LETTER CONFIDENTIALLY ADDRESSED TO ALDERMAN ASTERISK.
"My Dear Alderman,
"As you have ever been a good friend to our family, and in our turn we have always done our best to make you comfortable whenever you have come to us, I think I may appeal to you for sympathy and succour in my present wretched plight.
"I am a good old-fashioned dinner-table, solid and substantial as the roast beef and plum pudding, and other good old English dishes it has been my pride to groan under, in the days when men gave hospitable, hearty English dinners, and not those shabby makeshifts they call diners à la Russe. Although I came into the world some sixty years ago, there is not a crack or crevice in my face. My legs are still as strong as when they were first made, and I can bear the heaviest joints without a quiver or a creak. Cheap furniture was unknown in the days when I was born. It was reserved for a later and a (so-called) more enlightened age to see tables glued together like the playthings of a child, and made with leaves that fall as surely to the ground as autumn leaves. There is nothing sham or shabby about me. Some of my younger brethren, I am shocked to hear it said, are made with legs of rosewood and a top of common deal. But I am formed throughout of one well-seasoned costly wood. The mahogany of Spain, and not the fir of Norway, I am proud to tell you, is my family tree. Nor, if you were to see me, even now in my old age, could you say I do discredit to my parent stem. For although I am ​Page:Once a Week Dec 1861 to June 1862.pdf/608 ​Page:Once a Week Dec 1861 to June 1862.pdf/609
# Ode to Chesapeake Bay

from The native poets of Maine (1854)
Thou Ocean Bay!  Though now with sails unfurl'd,  Collecting from the mighty deep,  Over thy curling waters sweep  The fleets of half the world;  There was a day,  Nor distant far the time,  When in thy solitude sublime,  Save light canoe by artless savage plied,  No sail was ever seen to skim thy billowy tide.
 Bright Chesapeake---  Though now thy shores are crown'd  With grassy lawns and fields of grain,  That smile and cheer the laboring swain,  And songs go blithely round,  That well bespeak  How pleasant joys may flow;  Yet two short centuries ago  No human voice was here, save savage yell,  And dark upon thy wave the forest shadows fell,
 Mother of waters---  Thy noble streams did glide  Beneath a woody canopy,  Through countless years; and bright and free,  And lovely by thy side,  As beauteous daughters,  They lift their voice on high,  And clap their hands as they go by  Proud Baltimore's rich monuments and domes,  Columbia's palace-halls, and Richmond's patriot homes.
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# Ode to Deseret

Composition celebrating the State of Deseret, first read publicly at Pioneer Day celebrations in Salt Lake City on July 24, 1850, by Edgar Blodget. Published in the Deseret News on August 3, 1850.
Hail! our infant, growing State! Refuge for the good and great— Noblest honors thee await,  State of Deseret.
While commotions shake the world— Thrones and sceptres downward hurled; Lo a banner is unfurled  Here in Deseret.
See a glorious standard rise, Reaching to the upper skies, Kindly greets the pilgrim's eyes,  Now in Deseret.
Truth which from the world has fled— Truth on which the nations tread, Fearless lifts its royal head  Here in Deseret.
Justice, gem of matchless worth— Peace that's taken from the earth, Blooming with celestial birth;  Reign in Deseret.
Hail! ye wise men from afar! Leave the scenes of strife and war; Follow freedom's brilliant star,  Star of Deseret.
Sages! Patriots! Heroes gone! More than all your valor won Crowns the government anon,  Here in Deseret.
Hail the People God has blest, With a free and quiet rest, Mid the mountains of the west,  Here in Deseret.
Hail ye Saints of Latter-day; Shout and sound the highest lay— Tune the harps that seraphs play,  Here in Deseret.
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# Ode to Liberty

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* Ode to Liberty, 1820 ode by Percy Bysshe Shelley
* Ode to Liberty, poem by Alexander Pushkin
# Ode to Ethiopia

* "Ode to Ethiopia", published in Lyrics of Lowly Life (1896)
* "Ode to Ethiopia", published in The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar (1913)
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# Ode to Leven-Water

Excerpted from The Expedition of Humphry Clinker.
On Leven's baulks, while free to rove, And tune the rural pipe to love; I envied not the happiest swain That ever trod th' Arcadian plain.
Pure stream! in whose transparent waters My youthful limbs I wont to lave; No torrents stain thy limpid source; No rocks impede thy dimpling course,
That sweetly warbles o'er its bd, With white, round polish'd pebbles spread. While, lightly pois'd, the scaly brood In myriads cleave thy crystal flood; The springing trout in speckled pride; The salmon, monarch of the tide; The ruthless pike, intent on war; The silver eel, and mottled par.
Devolving from thy parent lake, A charming maze the waters make, By bow'rs of birch, and groves of pine, And hedges flow'r'd with eglantine.
Still on thy banks so gayly green, May num'rous herds and flocks be seen, And lasses chanting o'er the pail, And shepherds piping in the dale, And ancient faith that knows no guile, And industry imbrown'd with toil And hearts resolv'd, and hands prepar'd The blessings they enjoy to guard.
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# Ode to Liberty (Shelley)

* "Ode to Liberty", in Prometheus Unbound; a lyrical drama in four acts with other poems (1820), by Percy Bysshe Shelley
* "Ode to Liberty", in The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley (1914)
# Ode to Cynthia

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Published in A Collection of poems in six volumes. By several hands. Volume 5
* ODE to CYNTHIA. In Imitation of an IDYLLIUM of BION.
* SISTER of Phœbus, gentle Queen,
* Of aspect mild and brow serene,
* Whose friendly beams by night appear
* The lonely traveller to cheer;
* Attractive Power, whose mighty sway
* The ocean's swelling waves obey,
* And, mounting upward, seem to raise
* A liquid altar to thy praise:
* Thee wither'd hags, at midnight hour,
* Invoke to their infernal bower.
* But I to no such horrid rite,
* Sweet Queen, implore thy sacred light,
* Nor seek, while all but lovers sleep,
* To rob the miser's treasur'd heap:
* Thy kindly beams alone impart
* To find the youth who stole my heart;
* And guide me, from thy silver throne.
* To steal his heart, or find my own.
# Ode to Leven Water

* "Ode to Leven-Water", from The Expedition of Humphry Clinker (1771)
* "Ode to Leven Water" in The Emigrant (1796), a chapbook printed in Edinburgh
* "Ode to Leven Water" in The Emigrant (n.d.), a chapbook
# Ode to Heaven

* "Ode to Heaven", in Prometheus Unbound; a lyrical drama in four acts with other poems (1820)
* "Ode to Heaven", in The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley (1914)
# Ode to Memory

* "Ode to Memory", in Poems, Chiefly Lyrical (1830)
* "Ode to Memory", in Poems, Volume I (1843)
# Poems (Barbauld)/On the Death of Mrs. Jennings

ON THE DEATH OF
Mrs. JENNINGS.
Cicero de Senect.
'TIS past: dear venerable shade, farewel!
Thy blameless life thy peaceful death shall tell.
Clear to the last thy setting orb has run;
Pure, bright, and healthy like a frosty sun: ​And late old age with hand indulgent shed
Its mildest winter on thy favour'd head.
For heaven prolong'd her life to spread its praise,
And bless'd her with a patriarch's length of days.
The truest praise was hers, a cheerful heart,
Prone to enjoy, and ready to impart.
An Israelite indeed, and free from guile,
She show'd that piety and age could smile.
Religion had her heart, her cares, her voice;
'Twas her last refuge, as her earliest choice.
To holy Anna's spirit not more dear
The church of Israel, and the house of prayer.
Her spreading offspring of the fourth degree
Fill'd her fond arms, and clasp'd her trembling knee.
Matur'd at length for some more perfect scene,
Her hopes all bright, her prospects all serene,
Each part of life sustain'd with equal worth,
And not a wish left unfulfill'd on earth, ​Like a tir'd traveller with sleep opprest,
Within her childrens' arms she dropt to rest.
Farewel! thy cherish'd image, ever dear,
Shall many a heart with pious love revere:
Long, long shall mine her honour'd memory bless,
Who gave the dearest blessing I possess.
# Poems (Barbauld)/Songs/Song I

SONG I.
COME here fond youth, whoe'er thou be,
That boasts to love as well as me;
And if thy breast have felt so wide a wound,
 Come hither and thy flame approve;
 I'll teach thee what it is to love,
And by what marks true passion may be found.
It is to be all bath'd in tears;
 To live upon a smile for years;
To lie whole ages at a beauty's feet: ​ To kneel, to languish and implore;
 And still tho' she disdain, adore:
It is to do all this, and think thy sufferings sweet.
It is to gaze upon her eyes
 With eager joy and fond surprise;
Yet temper'd with fuch chasle and awful fear
 As wretches feel who wait their doom;
 Nor must one ruder thought presume
Tho' but in whispers breath'd, to meet her ear.
It is to hope, tho' hope were lost;
 Tho' heaven and earth thy passion crost;
Tho' she were bright as sainted queens above,
 And thou the least and meanest swain
 That folds his flock upon the plain,
Yet if thou dar'st not hope, thou dost not love.
​ It is to quench thy joy in tears;
 To nurse strange doubts and groundless fears:
If pangs of jealousy thou hast not prov'd,
 Tho' she were fonder and more true
 Than any nymph old poets drew,
Oh never dream again that thou hast lov'd.
If when the darling maid is gone,
 Thou dost not seek to be alone,
Wrapt in a pleasing trance of tender woe,
 And muse, and fold thy languid arms,
 Feeding thy fancy on her charms,
Thou dost not love, for love is nouriush'd so.
If any hopes thy bosom share
 But those which love has planted there,
Or any cares but his thy breast enthrall, ​ Thou never yet his power hast known;
 Love sits on a despotic throne,
And reigns a tyrant, if he reigns at all.
Now if thou art so lost a thing,
 Here all thy tender sorrows bring,
And prove whose patience longest can endure:
 We'll strive whose fancy shall be lost
 In dreams of fondest passion most;
For if thou thus hast lov'd, oh! never hope a cure.
# Poems (Barbauld)/Songs/Song IV

SONG IV.
WHEN gentle Celia first I knew,
A breast so good, so kind, so true,
Reason and taste approv'd;
Pleas'd to indulge so pure a flame,
I call'd it by too soft a name,
And fondly thought I lov'd.
Till Chloris came: with sad surprise
I felt the light'ning of her eyes
Thro' all my senses run;
All glowing with resistless charms,
She fill'd my breast with new alarms,
I saw, and was undone.
​O Celia! dear unhappy maid,
Forbear the weakness to upbraid
Which ought your scorn to move;
I know this beauty false and vain,
I know she triumphs in my pain,
Yet still I feel I love.
Thy gentle smiles no more can please,
Nor can thy softest friendship ease
The torments I endure;
Think what that wounded breast must feel
Which truth and kindness cannot heal,
Nor e'en thy pity cure.
Oft shall I curse my iron chain,
And wish again thy milder reign
With long and vain regret; ​All that I can, to thee I give,
And could I still to reason live
I were thy captive yet.
But passion's wild impetuous sea
Hurries me far from peace and thee;
'Twere vain to struggle more:
Thus the poor sailor slumbering lies,
While swelling tides around him rise,
And push his bark from shore.
In vain he spreads his helpless arms,
His pitying friends with fond alarms
In vain deplore his state;
Still far and farther from the coast,
On the high surge his bark is tost,
And foundering yields to fate.
# Poems (Barbauld)/Songs/Song VI

SONG VI.
WHEN first upon your tender cheek
I saw the morn of beauty break
With mild and cheering beam,
I bow'd before your infant shrine,
The earliest sighs you had were mine,
And you my darling theme.
I saw you in that opening morn
For beauty's boundless empire born, ​And first confess'd your sway;
And e'er your thoughts, devoid of art,
Could learn the value of a heart,
I gave my heart away.
I watch'd the dawn of every grace,
And gaz'd upon that angel face,
While yet 'twas safe to gaze;
And fondly bless'd each rising charm,
Nor thought such innocence could harm
The peace of future days.
But now despotic o'er the plains
The awful noon of beauty reigns,
And kneeling crowds adore;
These charms arise too fiercely bright,
Danger and death attend the sight,
And I must hope no more.
​Thus to the rising God of day
Their early vows the Persians pay,
And bless the spreading fire;
Whose glowing chariot mounting soon
Pours on their heads the burning noon;
They sicken and expire.
# Poems (Barbauld)/Songs

SONGS.
* Song I (Come here fond youth, whoe'er thou be)
* Song II (If ever thou didst joy to bind)
* Song III (Leave me, simple shepherd, leave me)
* Song IV (When gentle Celia first I knew)
* Song V (As near a weeping spring reclin'd)
* Song VI (When first upon your tender cheek)
# Poems (Barbauld)/Songs/Song V

SONG V.
AS near a weeping spring reclin'd
The beauteous Araminta pin'd,
And mourn'd a false ungrateful youth;
While dying echoes caught the sound,
And spread the soft complaints around
Of broken vows and alter'd truth;
An aged shepherd heard her moan,
And thus in pity's kindest tone
Address'd the lost despairing maid:
Cease, cease unhappy fair to grieve,
For sounds, tho' sweet, can ne'er relieve
A breaking heart by love betray'd.
​Why should'st them waste such precious showers,
That fall like dew on wither'd flowers,
But dying passion ne'er restor'd?
In beauty's empire is no mean,
And woman, either slave or queen,
Is quickly scorn'd when not ador'd.
Those liquid pearls from either eye,
Which might an eastern empire buy,
Unvalued here and fruitless fall;
No art the season can renew
When love was young, and Damon true;
No tears a wandering heart recall.
Cease, cease to grieve, thy tears are vain,
Should those fair orbs in drops of rain
Vie with a weeping southern sky: ​For hearts o'ercome with love and grief
All nature yields but one relief;
Die, hapless Araminta, die.
# Poems (Barbauld)/Songs/Song III

SONG III.
Sylvia. LEAVE me, simple shepherd, leave me;
 Drag no more a hopeless chain:
I cannot like, nor would deceive thee;
 Love the maid that loves again.
Corin. Tho' more gentle nymphs surround me,
 Kindly pitying what I feel,
Only you have power to wound me;
 Sylvia, only you can heal.
Sylvia. Corin, cease this idle teazing;
 Love that's forc'd is harsh and sour:
If the lover be displeasing,
 To persist disgusts the more.
​Corin. 'Tis in vain, in vain to fly me,
 Sylvia, I will still pursue;
Twenty thousand times deny me,
 I will kneel and weep anew.
Sylvia. Cupid ne'er shall make me languish,
 I was born averse to love;
Lovers' sighs, and tears, and anguish,
 Mirth and pastime to me prove.
Corin. Still I vow with patient duty
 Thus to meet your proudest scorn;
You for unrelenting beauty,
 I for constant love was born.
But the fates had not consented,
 Since they both did fickle prove;
Of her scorn the maid repented,
 And the shepherd—of his love.
# Poems (Barbauld)/Songs/Song II

SONG II.
IF ever thou didst joy to bind
Two hearts in equal pasion join'd, ​O son of Venus! hear me now,
And bid Florella bless my vow.
If any bliss reserv'd for me
Thou in the leaves of fate should'st see;
If any white propitious hour,
Pregnant with hoarded joys in store;
Now, now the mighty treasure give,
In her for whom alone I live;
In sterling love pay all the sum,
And I'll absolve the fates to come.
In all the pride of full-blown charms
Yield her, relenting, to my arms:
Her bosom touch with soft desires,
And let her feel what she inspires.
​But, Cupid, if thine aid be vain
The dear reluctant maid to gain;
If still with cold averted eyes
She dash my hopes, and scorn my sighs;
O! grant ('tis all I ask of thee)
That I no more may change than she;
But still with duteous zeal love on,
When every gleam of hope is gone.
Leave me then alone to languish;
Think not time can heal my anguish;
Pity the woes which I endure;
But never, never grant a cure.
# Parker v. United States (26 U.S. 293)

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United States Supreme Court
26 U.S. 293
Parker v. United States
WRIT of error to the Circuit Court, for the county of Washington, in the District of Columbia.
This case was submitted to the Court, without argument, by Mr. Jones, for the plaintiff in error, and by Mr. Wirt, Attorney General, for the United States.
All the material facts of the case are stated in the opinion of the Court; which was delivered by Mr. Justice DUVAL.--

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# Parker v. Winnipiseogee Lake Cotton and Woollen Company

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United States Supreme Court
67 U.S. 545
Parker v. Winnipiseogee Lake Cotton and Woollen Company
Appeal from the Circuit Court of the United States for the District of New Hampshire.
Mr. Curtis, of Massachusetts, for Appellant.
Mr. Hackett, of New Hampshire, contra.
Mr. Justice SWAYNE.

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# Parker v. United States (397 U.S. 96)

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United States Supreme Court
397 U.S. 96
Parker v. United States (397 U.S. 96)
Walter L. Gerash, for petitioner.
Solicitor General Griswold, Assistant Attorney General Yeagley, Kevin T. Maroney and Lee B. Anderson, for the United States.
On Petition for Writ of Certiorari to the United States Court of Appeals for the Tenth Circuit.
PER CURIAM.

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# Parker v. United States (372 U.S. 608)

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United States Supreme Court
372 U.S. 608
Malcolm Lebert PARKER v. UNITED STATES.
No. 516.
CERTIORARI TO THE UNITED STATES COURT OF APPEALS FOR THE SEVENTH CIRCUIT.
Judgment vacated and case remanded to District Court with instructions to dismiss indictment.
Reported below: 307 F.2d 585.
Francis Heisler for petitioner.
Solicitor General Cox, Assistant Attorney General Miller, Ralph S. Spritzer, Beatrice Rosenberg and Richard W. Schmude for the United States.

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# Parker v. United States

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* Parker v. United States (397 U.S. 96)
See also United States v. Parker.
# Parker v. United States (372 U.S. 608)/Opinion of the Court

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United States Supreme Court
372 U.S. 608
Malcolm Lebert PARKER v. UNITED STATES.
No. 516.
CERTIORARI TO THE UNITED STATES COURT OF APPEALS FOR THE SEVENTH CIRCUIT.
PER CURIAM.
Upon suggestion of the Solicitor General the judgment is vacated and the case is remanded to the United States District Court for the Northern District of Illinois with instructions to dismiss the indictment.

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# Parker v. United States (397 U.S. 96)/Opinion of the Court

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397 U.S. 96
Parker v. United States (397 U.S. 96)
The motion for leave to proceed in forma pauperis is granted.
Upon consideration of the suggestion of mootness filed by the Solicitor General, and upon an examination of the entire record, the petition for a writ of certiorari is granted, the judgment of the United States Court of Appeals for the Tenth Circuit is vacated and the case is remanded to that court with instructions to dismiss the appeal as moot.

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# Poems (Dickinson)/Love's Baptism

XIV.
LOVE'S BAPTISM.
I'm ceded, I've stopped being theirs; The name they dropped upon my face With water, in the country church, Is finished using now, And they can put it with my dolls, My childhood, and the string of spools I've finished threading too.
Baptized before without the choice, But this time consciously, of grace Unto supremest name, Called to my full, the crescent dropped, Existence's whole arc filled up With one small diadem.
My second rank, too small the first, Crowned, crowing on my father's breast, ​A half unconscious queen; But this time, adequate, erect, With will to choose or to reject, And I choose—just a throne.
# Poems (Dickinson)/May-Flower

II.
MAY-FLOWER
Pink, small, and punctual, Aromatic, low, Covert in April, Candid in May,
Dear to the moss, Known by the knoll, Next to the robin In every human soul.
Bold little beauty, Bedecked with thee, Nature forswears Antiquity.
# Poems (Dickinson)/If you were coming in the fall

VI.
IF you were coming in the fall, I'd brush the summer by With half a smile and half a spurn, As housewives do a fly.
If I could see you in a year, I'd wind the months in balls, And put them each in separate drawers, Until their time befalls.
If only centuries delayed, I'd count them on my hand, Subtracting till my fingers dropped Into Van Diemen's land.
If certain, when this life was out That yours and mine should be, I'd toss it yonder like a rind, And taste eternity.
​But now, all ignorant of the length Of time's uncertain wing, It goads me, like the goblin bee, That will not state its sting.