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# The Unconquered Air, and Other Poems (1912)/Robert Browning

ROBERT BROWNING
"Never say of me that I am dead!"
Great-hearted son of the Titan mother, Earth, Fed at her breast, He builded upward from the solid ground, While listening ever for the heavenly sound Of higher voices, to his soul addressed.
The elemental mother, lending might With vital breath, Made him, with her instinctive courage, brave; And the immortals to his spirit gave Their deeper knowledge and their scorn of death.
So evermore with energy and joy, He followed Truth: Still for the message and the vision sought, Still to the temple of her worship brought The imagination of unaging youth,
And in its largeness ever viewing life, Perceived its goal To be beyond the bounds of space or time. He strove to picture it in powerful rhyme; But what he painted ever—was the soul!
​Ay, 't was the soul that moved, delighted him, Absorbed his care, From early days in English Camberwell To that far hour when tolled for him a knell, Mournful across the deep, from Venice the all fair.
Voiceless he sleeps, his giant task performed; But in his stead, Brave Caponsacchi, poignantly alive, Pippa, beloved Pompilia, and Clive, Forbid the world to think of him as dead!
# The Unconquered Air, and Other Poems (1912)/Omar

This poem was not included in Mrs. Coates' collected Poems (1916, in 2 vols.).
OMAR
An epicure in Pleasure's mart, Pursuing mirth, but never glad, With melancholy songs his heart He soothed, and made a thousand sad.
# The Rover Boys on Land and Sea/front matter

Books by Arthur M. Winfield (Edward Stratemeyer)
THE FIRST ROVER BOYS SERIES
THE ROVER BOYS AT SCHOOL
THE ROVER BOYS ON THE OCEAN
THE ROVER BOYS IN THE JUNGLE
THE ROVER BOYS OUT WEST
THE ROVER BOYS ON THE GREAT LAKES
THE ROVER BOYS IN THE MOUNTAINS
THE ROVER BOYS IN CAMP
THE ROVER BOYS ON LAND AND SEA
THE ROVER BOYS ON THE RIVER
THE ROVER BOYS ON THE PLAINS
THE ROVER BOYS IN SOUTHERN WATERS
THE ROVER BOYS ON THE FARM
THE ROVER BOYS ON TREASURE ISLE
THE ROVER BOYS AT COLLEGE
THE ROVER BOYS DOWN EAST
THE ROVER BOYS IN THE AIR
THE ROVER BOYS IN NEW YORK
THE ROVER BOYS IN ALASKA
THE ROVER BOYS IN BUSINESS
THE ROVER BOYS ON A TOUR
THE SECOND ROVER BOYS SERIES
THE ROVER BOYS AT COLBY HALL
THE PUTNAM HALL SERIES
THE PUTNAM HALL CADETS
THE PUTNAM HALL RIVALS
THE PUTNAM HALL CHAMPIONS
THE PUTNAM HALL REBELLION]
THE PUTNAM HALL ENCAMPMENT
THE PUTNAM HALL MYSTERY
12mo.Cloth.Illustrated.
Grosset & Dunlap, Publishers, New York
COPYRIGHT, 1903, BY
THE MERSHON COMPANY
The Rover Boys on Land and Sea
# The Watchful

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United States Supreme Court
73 U.S. 91
The Watchful
APPEAL from the District Court for the Eastern District of Louisiana.
In that court the schooner Watchful and cargo had been libelled as prize of war, and a decree rendered dismissing the libel, and restoring the property to the claimant.
The claimant, one Wallis, to whom the property plainly belonged, was a citizen of Pennsylvania, residing at Philadelphia, and the evidence showed no reason to doubt his loyalty to the Federal government during the recent war. Nor was there any proof of intention to break the blockade or to trade with the enemy. It appeared only that the claimant had sold, in the late civil war in Mexico, to that party which was led by President Juarez, two hundred and fifty-two cases of firearms, which he had agreed to deliver on the Mexican coast, near Matamoras, and when his vessel arrived near that place, it was found that the French army occupied the post, and no delivery could be made to the Juarez party. Under these circumstances, the officer in command started for New Orleans, not then blockaded, but in possession of the Union forces. On the way to that port his vessel was captured and sent in as prize.
The record did, however, seem to disclose some facts, in other respects, of a sinister character. It seemed to show that the vessel had cleared for Hamburg, when her real destination was Matamoras; that after she was out at sea, her clearance had been altered by erasing the word 'Hamburg' and substituting in its place the word 'Matamoras;' that a false manifest had been used, and that the fact of the main cargo of two hundred and fifty-two cases of arms being on board, had been purposely concealed from the custom-house officers at New York, whence the vessel sailed.
Upon these latter facts, the Attorney-General now insisted that even admitting that there might be no sufficient proof of intent to break the blockade or to trade with the enemy, and so that the case was not one of prize, yet that the record before the court disclosed such a gross violation of our navigation laws, and possibly of our revenue and neutrality laws, that the case should be remanded to the District Court, with leave to file a new libel, or for such other proceedings as the government may deem advisable in the matter.
The claimant was not represented in this court by counsel.
Mr. Justice MILLER delivered the opinion of the court.

## Notes

This work is in the public domain in the United States because it is a work of the United States federal government (see 17 U.S.C. 105).
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# The Watchful/Opinion of the Court

* Court Documents
* Case Syllabus
* Opinion of the Court
United States Supreme Court
73 U.S. 91
The Watchful
It is very clear that there is no case of prize made out by the evidence. The property, which was undoubtedly Wallis's, was therefore not enemy property; nor is there any evidence of intention to break the blockade or to trade with the enemy. The case is so destitute of all the elements of prize that the present libel was properly dismissed.
As to the other point more insisted on by the Attorney-General. The record, as it stands, shows that the vessel cleared for Hamburg, when her destination was certainly Matamoras. That her clearance was probably altered after she was at sea, by writing over the word 'Hamburg' the word 'Matamoras.' That a false manifest was used, and the fact of the main cargo of two hundred and fifty-two cases of arms being on board, was carefully concealed from the officers of the customs at New York, from which port she sailed. It is not necessary to go any further into this evidence, or to express any other opinion on it, than to say that it presents a prima facie case of violation of municipal law, which justifies further investigation.
In the case of United States v. Weed et al., we had occasion, at the last term, to consider the question of the practice proper under such circumstances. We then came to the conclusion that where sufficient evidence was found to justify it, the case would be remanded to the court below for an amendment of the libel, or for such other proceedings as the government might, under all the circumstances, choose to adopt.
The judgment of the District Court, dismissing the libel in prize, is accordingly affirmed, but that part of the decree awarding restitution of the vessel and cargo, is reversed, with directions to allow libellant a reasonable time to file a new libel. If this is not done within the time thus fixed by the court, the property to be restored by a new decree.

## Notes

This work is in the public domain in the United States because it is a work of the United States federal government (see 17 U.S.C. 105).
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# The Water-Lily

* The Water-Lily, in Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine Volume 34, 1833.
* The Water-Lily, in Scenes and Hymns of Life, with Other Religious Poems, 1834.
# The Seven Seas/Anchor Song

First published in the collection Many Inventions (1893).
ANCHOR SONG
(From 'Many Inventions')
Heh! Walk her round. Heave, ah, heave her short again! Over, snatch her over, there, and hold her on the pawl. Loose all sail, and brace your yards back and full— Ready jib to pay her off and heave short all!
Well, ah, fare you well; we can stay no more with you, my love— Down, set down your liquor and your girl from off your knee; For the wind has come to say: 'You must take me while you may, If you'd go to Mother Carey (Walk her down to Mother Carey!), Oh, we're bound to Mother Carey where she feeds her chicks at sea!"
​Heh! Walk her round. Break, ah, break it out o' that! Break our starboard bower out, apeak, awash, and clear. Port—port she casts, with the harbour-roil beneath her foot, And that's the last o' bottom we shall see this year!
Well, ah fare you well, for we've got to take her out again— Take her out in ballast, riding light and cargo-free. And it's time to clear and quit When the hawser grips the bitt, So we'll pay you with the foresheet and a promise from the sea!
Heh! Tally on. Aft and walk away with her! Handsome to the cathead, now; O tally on the fall! Stop, seize and fish, and easy on the davit-guy. Up, well up the fluke of her, and inboard haul!
​Well, ah, fare you well, for the Channel wind's took hold of us, Choking down our voices as we snatch the gaskets free. And it's blowing up for night, And she's dropping light on light, And she's snorting under bonnets for a breath of open sea.
Wheel, full and by; but she'll smell her road alone to-night. Sick she is and harbour-sick—Oh sick to clear the land! Roll down to Brest with the old Red Ensign over us— Carry on and thrash her out with all she'll stand!
Well, ah fare you well, and it's Ushant slams the door on us, Whirling like a windmill through the dirty scud to lee: Till the last, last flicker goes From the tumbling water-rows, ​And we're off to Mother Carey (Walk her down to Mother Carey!), Oh, we're bound for Mother Carey where she feeds her chicks at sea!
# The Seven Seas/Cholera Camp

Also published in Barrack-Room Ballads (Second Series, 1896).
CHOLERA CAMP
We've got the cholerer in camp—it's worse than forty fights; We're dyin' in the wilderness the same as Isrulites; It's before us, an' be'ind us, an' we cannot get away, An' the doctor's just reported we've ten more to-day!
Oh, strike your camp an' go, the bugle's callin', The Rains are fallin'— The dead are bushed an' stoned to keep 'em safe below; The Band's a-doin all she knows to cheer us; The chaplain's gone and prayed to Gawd to 'ear us— To 'ear us— O Lord, for it's a-killin' of us so!
​Since August, when it started, it's been stickin' to our tail, Though they've 'ad us out by marches an' they've 'ad us back by rail; But it runs as fast as troop-trains, and we can not get away; An' the sick-list to the Colonel makes ten more to-day.
There ain't no fun in women nor there ain't no bite to drink; It 's much too wet for shootin', we can only march and think; An' at evenin', down the nullahs, we can 'ear the jackals say, 'Get up, you rotten beggars, you've ten more to-day!'
'Twould make a monkey cough to see our way o' doin' things— Lieutenants takin' companies an' captains takin' wings, An' Lances actin' Sergeants—eight file to obey— For we've lots o' quick promotion on ten deaths a day!
​Our Colonel's white an' twitterly—'e gets no sleep nor food. But mucks about in 'orspital where nothing does no good. 'E sends us 'eaps o' comforts, all bought from 'is pay— But there aren't much comfort 'andy on ten deaths a day.
Our Chaplain's got a banjo, an' a skinny mule 'e rides. An' the stuff 'e says an' sings us, Lord, it makes us split our sides! With 'is black coat-tails a-bobbin' to Ta-ra-ra Boom-der-ay! 'E's the proper kind o' padre for ten deaths a day.
An' Father Victor 'elps 'im with our Roman Catholicks— He knows an 'eap of Irish songs an' rummy conjurin' tricks; An' the two they works together when it comes to play or pray; So we keep the ball a-rollin' on ten deaths a day.
​We've got the cholerer in camp—we've got it 'ot an' sweet; It ain't no Christmas dinner, but it 's 'elped an' we must eat. We've gone beyond the funkin', 'cause we've found it doesn't pay, An' we're rockin' round the Districk on ten deaths a day!
Then strike your camp an' go, the Rains are fallin'. The Bugle's callin'! The dead are bushed an' stoned to keep 'em safe below! An' them that do not like it they can lump it, An them that can not stand it they can jump it; We've got to die somewhere—some way—some'ow— We might as well begin to do it now! Then, Number One, let down the tent-pole slow, Knock out the pegs an 'old the corners—so! Fold in the flies, furl up the ropes, an' stow! Oh, strike—oh, strike your camp an' go! (Gawd 'elp us!)
# The Seven Seas/Bill 'Awkins

Also published in Barrack-Room Ballads (Second Series, 1896).
BILL 'AWKINS
‘’As anybody seen Bill ’Awkins?’ ‘Now ’ow in the devil would I know?’ ‘’E’s taken my girl out walkin’, An’ I’ve got to tell ’im so— Gawd—bless—’im! I’ve got to tell ’im so.’
‘D’ yer know what ’e’s like, Bill ’Awkins?’ ‘Now what in the devil would I care?’ ‘’E’s the livin’, breathin’ image of an organ-grinder's monkey, With a pound of grease in ’is ’air— Gawd—bless—’im! An’ a pound o’ grease in ’is ’air.’
An’ s’pose you met Bill ’Awkins, Now what in the devil ’ud ye do?’ ​‘I’d open ’is cheek to ’is chin-strap buckle, An’ bung up ’is both eyes, too— Gawd—bless—’im! An’ bung up ’is both eyes, too!’
‘Look ’ere, where ’e comes, Bill ’Awkins! Now what in the devil will you say?’ ‘It isn’t fit an’ proper to be fightin’ on a Sunday, So I’ll pass ’im the time o’ day— Gawd—bless—’im! I’ll pass ’im the time o’ day!’
# The Seven Seas/Birds of Prey March

'BIRDS OF PREY' MARCH
March! The mud is cakin' good about our trousies. Front!—eyes front, an' watch the Colour-casin's drip. Front! The faces of the women in the 'ouses Ain't the kind o' things to take aboard the ship.
Cheer! An' we'll never march to victory. Cheer! An we'll never live to 'ear the cannon roar! The Large Birds o' Prey They will carry us away, An you'll never see your soldiers any more!
Wheel! Oh, keep your touch; we're goin' round a corner. Time!—mark time, an' let the men be'ind us close. Lord! the transport's full, an' 'alf our lot not on 'er— Cheer, O cheer! We're going off where no one knows.
​March! The Devil's none so black as 'e is painted! Cheer! We'll 'ave some fun before we're put away. 'Alt, an' 'and 'er out—a woman's gone and fainted! Cheer! Get on—Gawd 'elp the married men to-day!
Hoi! Come up, you 'ungry beggars, to yer sorrow. ('Ear them say they want their tea, an' want it quick!) You won't have no mind for slingers, not to-morrow— No; you'll put the 'tween-decks stove out, bein' sick!
'Alt! The married kit 'as all to go before us! 'Course it's blocked the bloomin' gangway up again! Cheer, O cheer the 'Orse Guards watchin' tender o'er us, Keepin' us since eight this moriiin' in the rain!
​Stuck in 'eavy marchin'-order, sopped and wringin'— Sick, before our time to watch 'er 'eave an' fall, 'Ere's your 'appy 'ome at last, an' stop your singin'. 'Alt! Fall in along the troop-deck! Silence all!
Cheer! Fur we'll never live to see tio bloomin' victory! Cheer! An we'll never live to 'ear the cannon roar! (One cheer more!) The jackal an' the kite 'Ave an 'ealthy appetite, An you'll never see your soldiers any more! ('Ip! Urroar!) The eagle an' the crow They are waitin' ever so, An you'll never see your soldiers any more! ('Ip! Urroar!) Yes, the Large Birds o' Prey They will carry us away, An' you'll never see your soldiers any more!
# The Seven Seas/Follow Me 'Ome

Also published in Barrack-Room Ballads (Second Series, 1896).
‘FOLLOW ME ’OME’
There was no one like 'im, 'Orse or Foot, Nor any o' the Guns I knew; An' because it was so, why, o' course 'e went an' died, Which is just what the best men do.
So it's knock out your pipes an' follow me! An it's finish up your swipes an' follow me! Oh, 'ark to the big drum callin', Follow me—follow me 'ome!
'Is mare she neighs the 'ole day long, She paws the 'ole night through, An' she won't take 'er feed 'cause o' waitin' for 'is step, Which is just what a beast would do.
​'Is girl she goes with a bombardier Before 'er month is through; An' the banns are up in church, for she's got the beggar hooked, Which is just what a girl would do.
We fought 'bout a dog—last week it were— No more than a round or two; But I strook 'im cruel 'ard, an' I wish I 'adn't now, Which is just what a man can't do.
'E was all that I 'ad in the way of a friend, An' I've 'ad to find one new; But I'd give my pay an' stripe for to get the beggar back, Which it's just too late to do.
So it's knock out your pipes an' follow me! An' it's finish off your swipes an' follow me! Oh, 'ark to the fifes a-crawlin'! Follow me—follow me 'ome!
​Take 'im away! 'E's gone where the best men go. Take 'im away! An the gun-wheels turnin' slow. Take 'im away! There's more from the place 'e come. Take 'im away, with the limber an' the drum.
For it's 'Three rounds blank' an' follow me, An' it's 'Thirteen rank' an' follow me; Oh, passin' the love o' women, Follow me—follow me 'ome!
# The Seven Seas/For to Admire

Also published in Barrack-Room Ballads (Second Series, 1896).
FOR TO ADMIRE
The Injian Ocean sets an' smiles So sof', so bright, so bloomin' blue; There aren't a wave for miles an' miles Excep' the jiggle from the screw. The ship is swep', the day is done, The bugle's gone for smoke and play; An' black ag'in' the settin' sun The Lascar sings, 'Hum deckty hai!'
For to admire an' for to see, For to be'old this world so wide— It never done no good to me, But I can't drop it if I tried!
​I see the sergeants pitchin' quoits, I 'ear the women laugh an' talk, I spy upon the quarter-deck The orficers an' lydies walk. I thinks about the things that was, An' leans an' looks acrost the sea, Till spite of all the crowded ship There's no one lef' alive but me.
The things that was which I 'ave seen, In barrick, camp, an' action too, I tells them over by myself, An' sometimes wonders if they're true; For they was odd—most awful odd— But all the same now they are o'er, There must be 'eaps o' plenty such, An' if I wait I'll see some more.
Oh, I 'ave come upon the books, An' frequent broke a barrick rule, An' stood beside an' watched myself Be'avin' like a bloomin' fool. ​I paid my price for findin' out, Nor never grutched the price I paid, But sat in Clink without my boots, Admirin' 'ow the world was made.
Be'old a crowd upon the beam, An' 'umped above the sea appears Old Aden, like a barrick-stove That no one's lit for years an' years! I passed by that when I began, An' I go 'ome the road I came, A time-expired soldier-man With six years' service to 'is name.
My girl she said, 'Oh, stay with me!' My mother 'eld me to 'er breast. They've never written none, an' so They must 'ave gone with all the rest— With all the rest which I 'ave seen An' found an' known an' met along. I cannot say the things I feel, And so I sing my evenin' song:
​For to admire an' for to see, For to be'old this world so wide— It never done no good to me, But I can't drop it if I tried!
# The Seven Seas/An American

AN AMERICAN
The American Spirit speaks:
'If the Led Striker call it a strike, Or the papers call it a war, They know not much what I am like, Nor what he is, My Avatar.'
Through many roads, by me possessed, He shambles forth in cosmic guise; He is the Jester and the Jest, And he the Text himself applies.
The Celt is in his heart and hand, The Gaul is in his brain and nerve; Where, cosmopolitanly planned, He guards the Redskin's dry reserve.
His easy unswept hearth he lends From Labrador to Guadeloupe; Till, elbowed out by sloven friends, He camps, at sufferance, on the stoop.
​Calm-eyed he scoffs at sword and crown, Or panic-blinded stabs and slays: Blatant he bids the world bow down, Or cringing begs a crust of praise;
Or, sombre-drunk, at mine and mart, He dubs his dreary brethren Kings. His hands are black with blood—his heart Leaps, as a babe's, at little things.
But, through the shift of mood and mood, Mine ancient humour saves him whole— The cynic devil in his blood That bids him mock his hurrying soul;
That bids him flout the Law he makes, That bids him make the Law he flouts, Till, dazed by many doubts, he wakes The drumming guns that—have no doubts;
That checks him foolish-hot and fond, That chuckles through his deepest ire, That gilds the slough of his despond But dims the goal of his desire;
​Inopportune, shrill-accented, The acrid Asiatic mirth That leaves him, careless 'mid his dead, The scandal of the elder earth.
How shall he clear himself, how reach Your bar or weighed defence prefer? A brother hedged with alien speech And lacking all interpreter.
Which knowledge vexes him a space; But, while Reproof around him rings, He turns a keen untroubled face Home, to the instant need of things.
Enslaved, illogical, elate, He greets th' embarrassed Gods, nor fears To shake the iron hand of Fate Or match with Destiny for beers.
Lo, imperturbable he rules, Unkempt, desreputable, vast— And, in the teeth of all the schools, I—I shall save him at the last!
# The Seven Seas/Dedication

DEDICATION
TO THE CITY OF BOMBAY
The Cities are full of pride, Challenging each to each— This from her mountain-side, That from her burthened beach.
They count their ships full tale— Their corn and oil and wine, Derrick and loom and bale, And rampart's gun-flecked line; City by City they hail: 'Hast aught to match with mine?'
And the men that breed from them They traffic up and down, But cling to their cities' hem As a child to their mother's gown.
​When they talk with the stranger bands, Dazed and newly alone; When they walk in the stranger lands, By roaring streets unknown; Blessing her where she stands For strength above their own.
(On high to hold her fame That stands all fame beyond, By oath to back the same, Most faithful-foolish-fond; Making her mere-breathed name Their bond upon their bond.)
So thank I God my birth Fell not in isles aside— Waste headlands of the earth, Or warring tribes untried— But that she lent me worth And gave me right to pride.
Surely in toil or fray Under an alien sky, Comfort it is to say: 'Of no mean city am I!'
​(Neither by service nor fee Come I to mine estate— Mother of Cities to me, For I was born in her gate, Between the palms and the sea, Where the world-end steamers wait.)
Now for this debt I owe, And for her far-borne cheer Must I make haste and go With tribute to her pier.
And she shall touch and remit After the use of kings (Orderly, ancient, fit) My deep-sea plunderings, And purchase in all lands. And this we do for a sign Her power is over mine, And mine I hold at her hands!
# The Seven Seas/Hymn Before Action

HYMN BEFORE ACTION
The earth is full of anger, The seas are dark with wrath, The Nations in their harness Go up against our path: Ere yet we loose the legions— Ere yet we draw the blade, Jehovah of the Thunders, Lord God of Battles, aid!
High lust and froward bearing, Proud heart, rebellious brow— Deaf ear and soul uncaring, We seek Thy mercy now! The sinner that forswore Thee, The fool that passed Thee by, Our times are known before Thee— Lord, grant us strength to die!
​For those who kneel beside us At altars not Thine own, Who lack the lights that guide us, Lord, let their faith atone. If wrong we did to call them, By honour bound they came; Let not Thy Wrath befall them, But deal to us the blame.
From panic, pride, and terror, Revenge that knows no rein, Light haste and lawless error, Protect us yet again. Cloak Thou our undeserving, Make firm the shuddering breath, In silence and unswerving To taste Thy lesser death!
Ah, Mary pierced with sorrow, Remember, reach and save The soul that comes to-morrow Before the God that gave! ​Since each was born of woman, For each at utter need— True comrade and true foeman— Madonna, intercede!
E'en now their vanguard gathers, E'en now we face the fray— As Thou didst help our fathers, Help Thou our host to-day! Fulfilled of signs and wonders, In life, in death made clear— Jehovah of the Thunders, Lord God of Battles, hear!
# The Time is Nigh

* "The Time Is Nigh" in The Evening and the Morning Star, Vol. 1., No. 1. (1832)
* "The Time Is Nigh That Happy Time" in A Collection of Sacred Hymns (1835)