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# Poor Cecco

Illustrated by Arthur Rackham.
POOR CECCO
“Mind your own business,” said Murrum, the cat. “Everything’s my business,” said Toad, the night watchman. “I have too much to look after, and that’s what it is. It keeps me on the hop the whole time. Dearie me! What’s all that noise?” “Why, the toys, to be sure,” said Murrum. “I turned the button on the toy-cupboard door, and they can’t get out.”
POOR CECCO
BY MARGERY WILLIAMS BIANCO Author of “THE VELVETEEN RABBIT”
ILLUSTRATED BY ARTHUR RACKHAM
NEW YORK GEORGE H. DORAN COMPANY
COPYRIGHT, 1925, BY GEORGE H. DORAN COMPANY
COPYRIGHT, 1925, BY INTERNATIONAL MAGAZINE COMPANY, INC.
POOR CECCO —B— PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
TO PAMELA and CECCO WHOSE BOOK THIS IS
CONTENTS
ILLUSTRATIONS
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# Ponte v. Overeem/Concurrence Verniero

* Court Documents
* Case Syllabus
* Decision per curiam
* Concurring Opinion Verniero
VERNIERO, LaVECCHIA, JJ., concurring. We concur in the disposition of the Court solely on the basis that it complies with the standard articulated in Brooks v. Odom, 150 N.J. 395, 696 A.2d 619 (1997). For the reasons expressed in the dissenting opinion in Kahrar v. Borough of Wallington, 171 N.J. 3, 16, 791 A.2d 197 (2002) (Verniero, J., dissenting), we believe that the Brooks standard is the appropriate one to be used [p55] when evaluating claims for non-economic damages against a public entity under the Tort Claims Act.
# Poor Butterfly

[Verse]
    There's a story of a little Japanese
    sitting demurely 'neath the cherry blossom trees.
    Miss Butterfly her name.
    A sweet little innocent child was she,
    Till a fine young American from the sea.
    To her garden came.
    They met 'neath the cherry blossoms ev'ry day
    and he taught her how to love in the 'Merican way,
    To love with her soul! 'twas easy to learn;
    Then he sailed away with a promise to return.
[Refrain]
    Poor Butterfly!
    'neath the blossoms waiting
    Poor Buttefly!
    For she loved him so.
    The moment pass into hours
    The hours pass into years
    And as she smiles through her tears,
    She murmurs low,
    The moon and I know that he be faithful,
    I'm sure he come to me bye and bye.
    But if he don't come back
    Then I never sigh or cry
    I must die.
    Poor Butterfly.
[Verse]
    "Won't you tell my love" she would whisper to the breeze
    Tell him I'm waiting 'neath the cherry blossom trees.
    My Sailor man to see.
    The bees and the humming birds say they guess,
    Ev'ry day that passes makes one day less.
    'Till you come to me.
    For once Butterfly she gives her heart away,
    She can never love again she is his for aye.
    Through all of this world, For ages to come,
    So her face just smiles, tho' her heart is growing numb.
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# Peters v. Active Manufacturing Company

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# Peters v. Active Manufacturing Company (129 U.S. 530)

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United States Supreme Court
129 U.S. 530
Peters v. Active Manufacturing Company
William Hubbell Fisher and Benj. Butterworth, for appellant.
Arthur Stem, for appellee.
BLATCHFORD, J.

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# Peters letter to William Lenthall

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Hugh Peters was attached to the New Model Army in Ireland, William Lenthall was Speaker of the the Rump Parliament of the Commonwealth of England. This letter, read to Parliament on 27 September 1649, covers the storming of Drogheda

## References

    Sir, the truth is, Drogheda is taken, three thousand five hundred and fifty-two of the enemy slain, and sixty-four of ours.
    Colonel Castles and colonel Symonds of note.
    Ashton, the governor, killed, none spared; we have also to Trym and Dundalk, and are marching to Kilkenny.
    I came now from giving thanks in the great church. We have all our army well landed. I am yours,
    Dublin, Sept. 15th. Hugh Peters.
# Peters Patent Corporation v. Bates & Klinke

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United States Supreme Court
295 U.S. 392
Peters Patent Corporation v. Bates & Klinke
Argued: May 13, 1935. ---
Mr. Joseph B. Jacobs, of Boston, Mass., for petitioner.
PER CURIAM.

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# Peter v. Beverly

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United States Supreme Court
35 U.S. 532
Peter v. Beverly

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# Peter the Goatherd (Otmar/Taylor)

This is one of only four stories not by the Brothers Grimm included in German Popular Stories
* "Peter the Goatherd" in German Popular Stories (1826) (transcription project)
* "Peter the Goatherd" in Grimm's Goblins (1876)

## See also

* "Karl Katz" (1912), Taylor translation, revised by Marian Edwardes
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# Poems written in jail

A set of of four poems written while in a Regina jail awaiting his 1885 hanging. Given to North West Mounted Police Constable Robert Hobbs, one of his jailors.
I must Speak of God in whom I trust. In him I have room To hope. The rope Threatens my life; but Thank God, I fear not.
There is a very fine perfume Of truth, in the church of England! The Blessed Virgin, I presume,
Occupies therein, a great Stand. She is honor'd as the mother Of Jesus Christ! She is the Queen Whose sweet prayers have always been Successfull near God the Father. Louis "David" Riel
Prophet of the new world, I Do the work of the Most High. I assert it with no pride. I live in humility. Is there any one to side With me? Yes. Sincerity Will gather up its recruits. And we will soon taste its fruits. Louis "David" Riel
The morning dew, with silver drops, Never shines as much as the word Of the Preacher who developed The blessed teachings of the Lord. ——— Happy is the congregation Which obeys, with true devotion, The sermons of its Minister, For the Sake of Christ, the Master! Louis "David" Riel
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# Poet (Emerson, "Ever the Poet from the land")

* Poet in May-day and other pieces (1867)
* Poet in Poems (Household Edition, 1904)
# Poet (Emerson, "To clothe the fiery thought")

* Poet in May-day and other pieces (1867)
* Poet in Poems (Household Edition, 1904)
# Poet Lore

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United States literary magazine. Established in 1889 by Charlotte Endymion Porter and Helen Archibald Clarke, and running to the present day, it is the oldest continuously published poetry journal in the United States.
See also Index of Vols. 1–25

## Volumes

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* Volume 2 (transcription project)
* Volume 3 (transcription project)
* Volume 4 (transcription project)
* Volume 5 (transcription project)
* Volume 6 (transcription project)
* Volume 7 (transcription project)
* Volume 8 (transcription project)
* Volume 9
* Volume 10
* Volume 11
* Volume 12
* Volume 13
* Volume 14
* Volume 15
* Volume 16
* Volume 17
* Volume 18
* Volume 19
* Volume 20
* Volume 21 (transcription project)
* Volume 22
* Volume 23
* Volume 24
* Volume 25 (transcription project)
* Volume 26 (transcription project)
* Volume 27 (transcription project)
* Volume 28 (transcription project)
* Volume 29 (transcription project)
* Volume 30
* Volume 31 (transcription project)
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* Volume 37 (1926)
# Poet Lore/Volume 10/Number 1/Longing

LONGING
The lilacs blossom at the door, The early rose Whispers a promise to her buds, And they unclose.
There is a perfume everywhere, A breath of song, A sense of some divine return For waiting long.
Who knows but some imprisoned joy From bondage breaks: Some exiled and enchanted hope From dreams awakes?
Who knows but you are coming back To comfort me For all the languor and the pain, Persephone?
O come! For one brief spring return, Love's tryst to keep; Then let me share the Stygian fruit, The wintry sleep!
Florence Earle Coates.
# Poet Lore/Volume 21

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A Magazine of Letters
EDITED BY
CHARLOTTE PORTER AND HELEN A. CLARKE
VOLUME XXI
BOSTON THE POET LORE COMPANY 1910
Copyright, 1910, by The Poet Lore Company All Rights Reserved
The Gorham Press, Boston, U. S. A.
New Year's number Spring number Summer number Vacation number Autumn number Winter number
INDEX TO VOLUME XXI
New Year—Winter, 1911
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# Poems (Rossetti, 1901)/Goblin Market

THE FIRST SERIES
# Presidential Radio Address - 26 May 2001

Weekly radio address delivered on May 26, 2001.
George W. Bush: Good morning. Most Americans are enjoying a three day weekend this Saturday, and I hope you are enjoying yours. I also hope you'll find the time to share in our nation's observance of Memorial Day, when we pause to reflect on the cost of the free lives we live today.
I will be marking the day with military veterans gathering at the White House, who knew and remember the people who never came back from our nation's wars. I will then go to Arlington National Cemetery, to lay a wreath at the Tomb of the Unknowns. It will be a high honor and I will be there on behalf of all the people of the United States.
Later that day, I will join with veterans in Arizona for a commemoration and national moment of remembrance. Most of us know war veterans; I had the privilege of being raised by one. Usually, they are reticent about their experiences. It is often difficult for them to think back on those names and faces, on the ones who never lived to be called veterans.
But on Memorial Day, we accept our obligation to do just that. We will remember the heroism, the hardship, the national gain and personal loss our wars have brought. America has been given so much, but of all our assets, resources and strengths, none have counted for more than the courage of young soldiers in the face of battle.
When war has come, the great decisions were made here at the White House. But when the orders went out and were received half a world away, victory has always come down to the people flying the planes, manning the ships, carrying the gun and the pack. They're the ones who have cleared the seas, crossed the rivers, charged the hills and covered the skies. They have defended us. They have died for us. They have never disappointed us. We are in their debt, more than a lifetime of Memorial Days could ever repay.
With their sacrifice comes a duty that will go on through the generations to honor them in our thoughts, in our words and in our lives.
Every Memorial Day we try to grasp the extent of this loss and the meaning of this sacrifice. But it always has seemed more than words can convey. In the end, all we can do is be thankful; all we can do is remember and always appreciate the price that was paid for our own lives and our own freedom.
Thank you for listening.
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# Popular Science Monthly/Volume 35/July 1889/Obituary Notes

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Mr. Robert Damar, of Weymouth, England, a well-known naturalist and geologist, died May 4th, in his seventy-fifth year. He was an extensive traveler and assiduous collector. Among the collections he made were a series of fossil fishes from the cretaceous beds of the Lebanon, Syria; the most complete specimen of the extinct Steller's sea-cow, from Behring Island; and a series, called complete, of the fishes of the Caspian Sea. He had lately purchased the zoological collections forming the Godeffroy Museum in Hamburg, and had perhaps the largest collection in England of recent shells. He was the author of a work on the "Geology of Weymouth and the Island of Portland." He was contemplating, at the time of his death, another trip to Siberia, to procure an entire mammoth's skeleton.
Among recent deaths of scientific men in Europe are those of the Finnish botanist. Prof. Sextus Otto Lindberg; and Dr. Hermann Theodor Gayler, Director of the Botanical Gardens at Frankfort.
Warren De La Rue, F.R.S., an eminent English physicist, died April 19th, aged about sixty-three years. He was born in Guernsey and educated in Paris; was interested in photographic observations of solar eclipses and of the transit of Venus in 1874; was associated with Prof. Balfour Stewart and Mr. B. Loweny in the publication of "Researches in Solar Physics"; carried on a series of researches on the electric discharge, the results of which were communicated to the Royal Society and the French Academy; was for two years President of the Royal and for eleven of the Chemical Society, and for three years a member of the Council of the Society of Arts; and was a corresponding member of several foreign scientific societies.
Prof. Franz Cornelius Donders, of the University of Utrecht, a distinguished physiologist and ophthalmologist, died March 24th, in the seventy-first year of his age. lie studied in the Netherlands Military Hospital School and the university, and was a professor at Leyden and afterward at Utrecht. He was the author of many works, among them an inaugural dissertation on "Harmony of Animal Life"; "Dutch Contributions to Anatomical and Physiological Knowledge"; "Metabolism of Tissue as the Source of the Proper Heat of Plants and Animals"; treatises in optics, including his great work on "Anomalies of Refraction and Accommodation"; and technical and special essays. He has been called the first surgeon who approached the subject of lenses as aids to vision in a truly scientific spirit.
# Poems (Shore)/Sea-Visions

This was almost the last of the poems that have remained in manuscript to which an exact date can be assigned. The following poems, some of which are headed "Fragments from an ​Unwritten Novel," range between 1844 and 1849. Several of them were purely fictitious, others were thrown off in passing moods or youthful imaginative feeling. Her dramatising instincts, too, led her to give form and feature to every idea that crossed her; while a taste for emotional poetry and for melancholy themes, as well as a want of belief in happiness in general, led her to an involuntary preference for depicting unrequited and despairing attachment.
Occasional verses, however, during this period were rare; she was mostly occupied in working up her drama of "Hannibal," which was first sketched, as we have mentioned, at the age of twenty, and finished on the same plan some three years after, though it was revised and received its final form previous to publication in 1861.
# Poems (Shore)/Mary Stuart

MARY STUART
The latest of these scattered fragments is a very short one—a conversation between Mary Stuart and one of her maids of honour, Mary Fleming, who subsequently married Maitland of Lethington.
# Poems (Shore)/Olga

PART III
UNFINISHED DRAMAS AND OTHER PIECES
UNFINISHED DRAMAS AND OTHER PIECES
The following fragments, consisting chiefly of scenes of dramas, were, for the most part, the work, very irregularly pursued, of some fifteen years, up to the last seven before her end. Interested as she was in the occupation, she wanted perseverance, self-appreciation, and latterly health and strength, to complete her designs.
The sister had always been aware of the planning of these dramas, about which Louisa freely conversed with her as long as they were only plans. But when they had been put to paper, nothing more was heard of them. If she sometimes prayed to be shown some of this work, the writer only carelessly answered, "I will, some day." She never gave her sister an idea that there was anything but a few scraps and mere failures, of which nothing could be made.
​The latter was consequently astonished when, during her sister's last illness and after her death, she discovered these various compositions in different places and in the least promising forms, carelessly left unnoticed on bedroom shelves, or buried deep in long unopened cabinet drawers. The verses were scrawled with pen or pencil in most irregular fashion, often on blank leaves of tradesmen's account-books, on scraps of old letters and memoranda, the pencil notes sometimes almost effaced, and the handwriting not rarely all but illegible. They were covered, moreover, with hundreds of female fancy heads, sometimes very beautiful; which she had through life an irresistible propensity to draw whenever she had pen or pencil in her hand. And in this state were found pages on pages of fine and finished verse, continually corrected and re-copied and showing great care in the composition, though in other parts lines were often unfinished and the final touches obviously not given.
These fragments are, nevertheless, if one may say so, as poems mostly complete in themselves, and may be read without a sense of imperfection. This is especially the case with the one which ​we have called "Olga," which has a commencement and a conclusion, with an unbroken interest, and which we give first, on that account. In point of fact, it was nearly the last written and quite the last discovered; her sister had supposed that all had been found and had no notion of the existence of the MS. till she came upon it at the bottom of a drawer turned out merely to clear it of rubbish. It was mixed and crossed with verses on other subjects, and overlaid, as usual, with a crowd of delicate, mysterious girl-faces.
A brave and devoted young conspirator has been condemned to death. The brotherhood has had an anonymous letter conveyed to the Czar's hands setting forth the advantage of showing mercy to the youth, but in vain. A second time they write, threatening vengeance. This step is answered by his immediate execution. The next scene is a masked ball. To ​this Olga, still under the fascination of the new fellowship, and in the indignation excited by the Czar's last act, goes masked.
# Poems (Shore)/Pedro the Cruel

PEDRO THE CRUEL
After one or two slight beginnings of romantic historical dramas, she made, in 1855, a more serious attempt on a more ambitious subject and in a style that denotes a considerable advance of power. This was the story of King Pedro the Cruel of Castille and his conflict with his illegitimate brothers, Fadrique and Enriquez. Her object was to depict the deterioration of a young noble nature under unnatural circumstances, the temptations of power, the sense of early cruel wrongs to himself and those he loved, the growing bitterness of an unnatural conflict, and the half-madness which all these causes produced in a hot, impetuous, though naturally a generous, temper. The one redeeming feature all through was his constant and devoted love to the beautiful young Andalusian, Maria de Padilla, whom in this drama he is supposed, as he is ​indeed afterwards asserted, to have privately married. Under her gentle influence he consents to pardon his rebellious brothers who are living in exile, when the drama opens, soon after Pedro's accession to the crown and his secret marriage with Maria.
Nine consecutive scenes were written. We shall extract the following:
ACT II
Opens with a scene in the castle of Don Enriquez de Trastamara amidst the mountains of the Asturias, where, still mistrusting his royal brother, though nominally reconciled, he has taken refuge with his Countess and his young sister Juana. The Count is, after his wont, out hunting while the two ladies thus converse:
​We must pass over several scenes, and conclude with two which picture the state of things among these conflicting parties six years after, when Pedro had become an embittered and blood-stained tyrant, and Enriquez an open rebel. Pedro is at the same time at war with the King of Aragon, and Fadrique, who has retained his allegiance, takes part in his campaign.
# Poems on Various Subjects (Coleridge)/Epitaph on an Infant

First published in the Morning Chronicle, 24th September, 1794.
EPITAPH
ON
AN INFANT.
ERE Sin could blight or Sorrow fade, Death came with friendly care; The opening bud to Heaven convey'd And bade it blossom there.
# Poems on Various Subjects (Coleridge)/Lines to a Beautiful Spring

LINES
TO A
BEAUTIFUL SPRING
IN A VILLAGE.
ONCE more, sweet Stream! with slow foot wand'ring near I bless thy milky waters cold and clear. Escap'd the flashing of the noontide hours With one fresh garland of Pierian flowers (Ere from thy zephyr-haunted brink I turn) My languid hand shall wreath thy mossy urn.
For not thro' pathless grove with murmur rude Thou soothest the sad wood-nymph, Solitude: Nor thine unseen in cavern depths to well, The Hermit-fountain of some dripping cell! Pride of the Vale! thy useful streams supply The scatter'd cots and peaceful hamlet nigh. The elfin tribe around thy friendly banks With infant uproar and soul-soothing pranks, Releas'd from school, their little hearts at rest, Launch paper navies on thy waveless breast.
The rustic here at eve with pensive look Whistling lorn ditties leans upon his crook, Or starting pauses with hope-mingled dread To lift the much-lov'd maid's accustom'd tread: She, vainly mindful of her dame's command, Loiters, the long-fill'd pitcher in her hand.
Unboastful Stream! Thy fount with pebbled falls The faded form of past delight recalls, What time the morning fun of Hope arose, And all was joy; save when another's woes A transient gloom upon my soul imprest, Like passing clouds impictur'd on thy breast. Life's current then ran sparkling to the noon Or silv'ry stole beneath the pensive Moon. Ah! now it works rude brakes and thorns among, Or o'er the rough rock bursts and foams along!