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# Leaves of Grass (1882)/Inscriptions/Poets to Come

POETS TO COME.
Poets to come! orators, singers, musicians to come! Not to-day is to justify me and answer what I am for, But you, a new brood, native, athletic, continental, greater than before known, Arouse! for you must justify me.
I myself but write one or two indicative words for the future, I but advance a moment only to wheel and hurry back in the darkness.
I am a man who, sauntering along without fully stopping, turns a casual look upon you and then averts his face, Leaving it to you to prove and define it, Expecting the main things from you.
# Leaves of Grass (1882)/Inscriptions/On Journeys through The States

ON JOURNEYS THROUGH THE STATES.
On journeys through the States we start, (Ay through the world, urged by these songs, Sailing henceforth to every land, to every sea,) We willing learners of all, teachers of all, and lovers of all.
We have watch'd the seasons dispensing themselves and passing on, And have said, Why should not a man or woman do as much as the seasons, and effuse as much?
We dwell a while in every city and town, We pass through Kanada, the North-east, the vast valley of the Mississippi, and the Southern States, We confer on equal terms with each of the States, We make trial of ourselves and invite men and women to hear, We say to ourselves, Remember, fear not, be candid, promulge the body and the soul, Dwell a while and pass on, be copious, temperate, chaste, magnetic, And what you effuse may then return as the seasons return, And may be just as much as the seasons.
# Leaves of Grass (1882)/Inscriptions/Savantism

SAVANTISM.
Thither as I look I see each result and glory retracing itself and nestling close, always obligated, Thither hours, months, years—thither trades, compacts, establishments, even the most minute, Thither every-day life, speech, utensils, politics, persons, estates; Thither we also, I with my leaves and songs, trustful, admirant, As a father to his father going takes his children along with him.
# Leaves of Grass (1882)/Inscriptions/Still though the One I Sing

STILL THOUGH THE ONE I SING.
Still though the one I sing, (One, yet of contradictions made,) I dedicate to Nationality, I leave in him revolt, (O latent right of insurrection! O quenchless, indispensable fire!)
# Leaves of Grass (1882)/Inscriptions/Shut not Your Doors

SHUT NOT YOUR DOORS.
Shut not your doors to me proud libraries, For that which was lacking on all your well-fill'd shelves, yet needed most, I bring, Forth from the war emerging, a book I have made, The words of my book nothing, the drift of it every thing, A book separate, not link'd with the rest nor felt by the intellect, But you ye untold latencies will thrill to every page.
# Live to be Useful

This is the full digitized edition of Live to be Useful or, The Story of Annie Lee and Her Irish Nurse by an anonymous author, published in 1913 (London, Edinburgh, Dublin, and New York). This novel was originally copyrighted by Thomas Nelson & Sons, but is now in the public domain due to is age. It was digitized by Project Gutenberg, with original typographical errors restored by Wikisource.
See also scans of the novel.

## Table of Contents

* CHAPTER I. ANNIE’S PLAN.
* CHAPTER II. ANNORAH’S FIRST APPEARANCE IN THE SICK-ROOM.
* CHAPTER III. ANNORAH LEARNS TO READ.
* CHAPTER IV. THE PRIEST MEETS ANNORAH AT HER MOTHER’S COTTAGE.
* CHAPTER V. PHELIM BRINGS BAD TIDINGS TO ANNORAH.
* CHAPTER VI. THE CONFESSIONAL—AN IRISH FROLIC.
* CHAPTER VII. BIDDY DILLON BECOMES A “HERETIC.”
* CHAPTER VIII. ANNIE’S DEATH—ANNORAH’S PROSPECTS.

## Front matter

LIVE TO BE USEFUL
Annorah turned, and saw the shadow of a man on the sloping rock.
OR,
THE STORY OF ANNIE LEE AND HER IRISH NURSE.
THOMAS NELSON AND SONS London, Edinburg, Dublin, and New York 1913
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# Live and Let Live/Preface

PREFACE.
the writer of the following pages begs her readers will have the kindness to remember that her business has been to illustrate the failures of one party in the contract between employers and employed, and that, therefore, she may appear to be insensible, but certainly is not, to the manifold trials and discouragements of the mistress of a family in her relation to her domestics. These trials are rendered very general by the facilities for changing service, and the almost necessary dependance on foreign and uninstructed people. These very trials and circumstances peculiar to our domestic life make it imperative upon American mothers to qualify their daughters to superintend their domestics, and to prepare the future housewife for the exigences that await her; as emergencies constantly occur where the lady must perform the primitive offices of women, or her family must be comfortless. Our young ladies are taught French, Italian, drawing, music, &c.; and let them be; these are the ornaments and luxuries of education; but let not the necessaries be omitted—the staff of domestic life sacrificed.
I cannot hope that this little volume will do much ​for its momentous subject. But I shall be satisfied if it rouses more active minds than mine to reflection upon the duties and capabilities of mistresses of families; if it quicken some sleeping consciences; if it make any feel their duties and obligations to their "inferiors in position;" if, in short, it incite even a few of my young countrywomen to a zealous devotion to "home missions."
    New-York, June 9, 1837.
# Landon in The Literary Gazette 1826/Untitled 2

Literary Gazette, 20th May, 1826, Page 315
ORIGINAL POETRY.
Oh it is long since we have met!
 And longer it will be,
Ere I will cross the waters wild,
 And all for love of thee.
It is not that I hope to find
 A fairer face than thine—
However fair in other eyes.
 None will seem fair in mine.
It is not that I hope to find
 Another love for me—
It is to say farewell to love
 To say farewell to thee.
I will go forth in the wide world,
 And in the tumult there,
I may drown, though I may not cure,
 My spirit's secret care.
Now for the battle and the storm—  And when this may not be,
Then for the red-wine cup that crowns
 The midnight revelry.
And if in future years a cloud
 Shade my now brightening name,
'Tis the strife of a wounded heart—
 And on thee be the blame!
For thou hast turn'd to bitterness
 Thoughts that in love had birth;
There is no truth in that or thee—
 There is no truth on earth !
I am too proud to sigh or kneel
 At any woman's shrine:—
But 'tis beneath the lofty hill
 That sweeps the lava mine.
I have past through a weary life—
 Found it harsh, base, untrue;
But linger'd yet one angel hope—
 The hope that dwelt with you.
And I have lived to find that hope,
 Like other hopes, was vain;
And love and hope henceforth are things
 I cannot feel again.
Oh it is long since last we met!
 And longer it will be—
For never will I cross the waves
 Again for love of thee!L. E. L.
# Landon in The Literary Gazette 1827/Euthanasia

​20
The Literary Gazette, 18th August 1827, page 540
EUTHANASIA.
(Irregular lines.)
Death came like a friend to restore thee
To those who had died before thee:  Father, mother,
 Sister, brother— There were none of these to mourn o’er thee.
But now that Death has found thee,
Thy kindred and friends are round thee;
 In their rest they are laid
 In the dark yew shade,
And cold sleep like their own has bound thee.
Thou wert a lonely flower,
Sprung on a ruined tower,
 Which, with head declined,
 Awaits the first wind
To end its summer hour.
Thou wert fair as a poet's dreaming,
With thy black hair wildly streaming;
 But the hectic sign
 Of thy health's decline
Was not long for this world's seeming.
All felt that thy doom was spoken—
Thy brow was its own pale token;
 Thy cheek's changing dye,
 And thy drooping eye—
These told thy young heart was broken.
Strangers who watched thy weeping,
Sought to win thee from fruitless keeping
 Thy thoughts of pain;
 Their care was in vain, For thy heart in the grave was sleeping.
They found no joy could move thee,
And coldly they ceased to love thee;
 Thou alone wert left
 Of all hope bereft,
Save the one in the heaven above thee.
Now the sweet wild flowers are dying,
And the wind o'er thy grave is sighing;
 Not for thy sad sake
 Should we wish to break
The deep sleep upon thee lying.
L. E. L.
# Landon in The Literary Gazette 1826/Untitled 1

Literary Gazette, 29th April, 1826, Pages 266-267
ORIGINAL POETRY.
The moon is on the silent lake
 I loved so much of yore—
And, as in other days, I stand
 Beside its willowed shore.
It is not changed:—the quiet wave
 Glides in its beauty on;
And not a bud, and not a leaf.
 Seems from the green tree gone.
Like fairy barks those lilies spread
 Their white wings to the air;
Those flowers, so lovely and so frail,
 Still are they floating there.
It cannot be that years have past
 Since last I saw the place—
For years bring change, and here is not
 Of any change a trace.
I'll fling me down on yon green bank,
 And dream my dreams of old—
Drink Hope's Pactolus-draughts again
 From starry waves of gold.
O no! O no! my heart's awake—
 I cannot sleep again;
I know Hope's golden sands are dross—
 I know Life's dreams are vain.
I would there were some sign of change
 Upon the scene around:
'Tis sad to think in mine own heart
 Alone that change is found.
Like birds and winds that pass away,
 Our hopes and joys depart;
And Nature has no desert place
 Like the lorn human heart.
For there are thousand flowers that rise
 Fair from their winter tomb;
But Hopes are annuals that know
 No second spring of bloom.
L. E. L.
# Landon in The Literary Gazette 1827/Elise

​23
The Literary Gazette, 29th September 1827, page 636
ORIGINAL POETRY.
ELISE.
O let me love her! she has past
 Into my inmost heart—
A dweller on the hallowed ground
 Of its least worldly part; Where feelings and where memories dwell
Like hidden music in the shell.
She was so like the forms that float;
 On twilight's hour to me, Making of cloud-born shapes and thoughts
 A dear reality:
As much a thing of light and air
As ever poet's visions were.
I left smoke, vanities, and cares,
 Just far enough behind,
To dream of fairies 'neath the moon,  Of voices on the wind;
And every fantasy of mine
Was truth in that sweet face of thine.
Her cheek was very very pale,
 Yet it was still more fair;
Lost were one half its loveliness,
 Had the red rose been there:
But now that sad and touching grace
Made her's seem like an angel's face.
The spring, with all its breath and bloom,
 Hath not so dear a flower,
As the white lily's languid head
 Drooping beneath the shower;
And health hath ever waken'd less
Of deep and anxious tenderness.
And O thy destiny was love,
 Written in those soft eyes;
A creature to be met with smiles,
 And to be watch'd with sighs;
A sweet and fragile blossom, made
To be within the bosom laid.
And there are some beneath whose touch
 The coldest hearts expand, As erst the rocks gave forth their tears  Beneath the prophet's hand;
And colder than that rock must be
The heart that melted not for thee.
Thy voice—thy poet-lover's song
 Has not a softer tone;
Thy dark eyes—only stars at night
 Such holy light have known;
And thy smile is thy heart's sweet sign,
So gentle and so feminine.
I feel, in gazing on thy face  As I had known thee long; Thy looks are like notes that recall  Some old remembered song. By all that touches and endears, Lady, I must have loved thee years. For Teutha;L. E. L.
# Landon in The Literary Gazette 1826/World as it is

Literary Gazette, 19th August, 1826, Pages 524-525
ORIGINAL POETRY.
THE WORLD AS IT IS.
Farewell, farewell, and light farewell
 Is all you'll have of mine—
So easily as I'm resign'd,
 So easy I resign.
Why should I shed a single tear,
 When none are shed for me?
Or sigh amid a careless crowd,
 Where sighs should never be?
Why should I love? a fair exchange
 Is all my love will give:
As I am loved, 'tis fair for that
 An equal love should live.
So, gay as any round your board,
 I'll give you smile for smile;
Though well I know that, taper-like,
 I shine but for a while.
Great foolishness it were to weep,
 That when I am not there,
Another takes my vacant place,
 And weeds me from your care.
I do not dwell amid the days
 Utopia may have known,
When that affection's dearest bands
 Were round the absent thrown.
I hold our modern creed the best—
 To its decree resigned,
I will confess, when out of sight
 Best to be out of mind.
For what can Memory do but tell
 How sweet the flowers were;
And when they fade, it dims them more
 To say they once were fair.
And what is Love?—A weary spell
 To double every ill—
To make our best of happiness
 Be at another's will.
No! careless laugh and mocking eye,
 That know no charm like change,
These are the only wings wherewith
 Through this slight world to range.
L. E. L.
# Landon in The Literary Gazette 1827/Broken Vows

​19
The Literary Gazette, 18th August 1827, page 539
BROKEN VOWS.
And this is all I have left now,
 Silence and solitude and tears;
The memory of a broken vow,
 My blighted hopes, my wasted years.
There hangs your lute; the wandering wind
 Will hence its only master be;
But never may its numbers find
 More wandering master than in thee.
My falcon it has slipped its hand—
 Afar your faithless gift has flown;
The bird which fed from my own hand,
 Alas, its stay is like your own!
You swore to me yon starry ranks
 Should sooner leave their homes above;
Yon river change its native banks,
 Than you forget your early love.
Each starry world its station keeps
 In night's blue empire as before;
The same our native river sweeps—
 In vain—for I am loved no more.
I will go weep, till rose and blue
 Alike from cheek and eye depart,
A faded flower,—and then adieu.
 My own false hopes and thy false heart.
L. E. L.
# Landon in The Literary Gazette 1826/Worshipper

Literary Gazette, 21st January, 1826, Page 43
ORIGINAL POETRY.
THE WORSHIPPER.
It was a shrine, a sunny shrine,
On it the Statue stood of Love;
Thrice beautiful, as morning's dream
Had brought the image from above.
There many an hour would Beauty kneel
Adoring at the lovely shrine—
Haunting the Statue with one prayer—
"Would thou had'st life! would thou wert mine!"
Wearied, at length, the pitying heaven
No more the maiden's prayer denied;
Life darken'd in the Statue's eye,
And warm'd the veins life's crimson tide;
Breath, mortal breath, was on the lip,
And Beauty caught it to her breast.
Alas! the shape had changed to Grief—
Love ever does when once possess’d.
L. E. L.
# Landon in The Literary Gazette 1827

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Landon in The Literary Gazette 1827
Poems in The London Literary Gazette during the year 1827 by Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) (and as Iole)
compiled by Peter J. Bolton
* Contents
| 27th January 1827 | Willow Leaves | 1 |
| | The Fear (Iole) | 2 |
| 3rd March 1827 | Birthday in Spring | 3 |
| 31st March 1827 | The Spirit of Dreams | 5 |
| 14th April 1827 | Review of Servian Popular Poetry | 7 |
| 12th May 1827 | Imitations of Servian Poetry: | 8 |
| | Song | 9 |
| | The Falcon-Messenger | 10 |
| | Song | 11 |
| 12th May 1827 | Review of Mr. Lough’s Sculpture | 12 |
| 19th May 1827 | Genius | 14 |
| 30th June 1827 | The White Ship | 16 |
| 18th August 1827 | Broken Vows | 19 |
| | Euthanasia | 20 |
| 22nd September 1827 | Ballad | 21 |
| 29th September 1827 | Elise | 23 |
| 6th October 1827 | Fragment | 25 |
| 29th December 1827 | The Wanderer | 26 |
# Landon in The Literary Gazette 1827/Ballad

​21
The Literary Gazette, 22nd September 1827, page 621
ORIGINAL POETRY.
BALLAD.
"O go not forth to night, my child,
 O go not forth to night;
The rain beats down, the wind is wild,
 And not a star has light."
"The rain it will but wash my plume,
 The wind but wave it dry;
And for such quest as mine, mirk gloom
 Is welcome in the sky.
And little will the warder know
 What step is gliding near;
One only eye will watch below,
 One only ear will hear.
A hundred men keep watch and ward,
 But what is that to me?
And when hath ever love been barred
 From where he wills to be?
Go, mother, with thy maiden band,
 And make the chamber bright;
The loveliest lady in the land
 Will be thy guest to-night."
He flung him on his raven steed—
 He spurr'd it o'er the plain;
The bird, the arrow, have such speed:—
 His mother called in vain.
"His sword is sharp, his steed is fleet,—
 St. Marie, be his guide;
And I'll go make a welcome meet
 For his young stranger-bride."
And soon the waxen tapers threw
 Their fragrance on the air,
And flowers of every morning hue
 Yielded their sweet lives there.
Around the walls an eastern loom
 Had hung its purple fold—
A hundred lamps lit up the room,
 And every lamp was gold.
A horn is heard, the drawbridge falls—
 "Oh, welcome! 'tis my son!"
A cry of joy rung through the halls—
 "And his fair bride is won."
But that fair face is very pale,
 Too pale to suit a bride:
Ah, blood is on her silvery veil—
 That blood flows from her side.
Upon the silken couch he laid
 The maiden's drooping head;
The flowers, before the bride to fade,
 Were scattered o'er the dead.
He knelt by her the livelong night,
 And only once spoke he—
"Oh, when the shaft was on its flight,
 Why did it not pierce me?”
He built a chapel where she slept,
 For prayer and holy strain:
One midnight by the grave he wept,
 He never saw again.
Without a name, without a crest,
 He sought the Holy Land:
St. Marie, give his soul good rest—  He died there sword in hand.
L. E. L.
# Landon in The Literary Gazette 1827/Birthday in Spring

The Literary Gazette, 3rd March 1827, page 139
ORIGINAL POETRY.
BIRTHDAY IN SPRING.
The sights and the sounds of loveliness
 Are abroad upon the earth;
And flower looks smiling on flower, as each
 Had a share in the other's mirth.
A thousand songs from a thousand boughs
 The glad birds' pleasure declare;
The rills are laughing in crystal light—
 For the presence of Spring is there.
Like a purple cloud that has left the west,
 Is yon bank with its violet crowd—
With the green leaves drooped o’er each scented urn,
 Like Love o'er its secret bowed.
And this was the time when I was born—
 The time of the song and flower:
Why had not such sweet influence charm
 On the star of my natal hour?
That first spring has been the only one
 The year of my life has known;
And that, with a short and blighted reign,  Soon abandon'd its sunny throne.
As the birds, the flowers, and the showers of spring,
 Are the heart's hopes, joys, and tears:
But my birds were caged, my hopes so checked,
 That their nature turned to fears.
One after one, my flowers declined,
 Till there was left my Spring,
Over the bitter waters of life
 Not one green leaf to fling.
My showers grew storms—the fount of tears
 In my desert heart grew dry;
And left me a sneer, or masking smile,
 And a cold and careless eye.
Years bring their spring—the green leaf comes
 Again with the early shower;—
And though flowers close and birds are mute—
 More sweet is their waking hour.
But never again for the human heart
 A second green spring can be:
Oh why was I mocked with a birth in spring
 Which never was spring to me!
L. E. L.
# Letter from Yung Tai Pyun to John J. Muccio, 21 September, 1951

UNCLASSIFIED
SECURITY:
Enclosure 1
103-10/3/51
1 PUSAN
REPUBLIC OF KOREA
MINISTRY OF FOREIGN AFFAIRS
SEOUL
September 21, 1951
Dear Ambassador Muccio,
This note is to seek to draw your attention to the enclosed exerpt of Memorandum of SCAPIN-677, 29 January 1946, which should be regarded as a conslusive factor in deciding, in Korean favor, the controversy over the ownership of Dokdo, known as "Liancourt Rocks" and also as "Takeshima" in Japanese. The fact that the disputed isle has been put on the Korean side of the MacArthur Line is another manifestation of the SCAP memorandum under notice.
In 1948, if I do not remember wrongly, when air bombing practice caused casualities among the Korean fishermen in boats nestling near the isle, SCAP apologized to this Goverment for the incident. Had SCAP regarded the isle as Japanese territory, the presence of the Koreans there would have been illegal and no apologies necessary. As evidenced by the Memorandum in question, SCAP has, at no time, doubted that the isle belongs or ought to belong, to Korea.
We have substantial documented evidence to prove that the isle has been in the Korean possession for many hundred years. The fact that Japan incorporated the isle into one of its nearby prefectures in 1905 (a deal sneaked on a prefectural level, not on a Governmental level, for the obvious convenience to back down more easily in case of a possible international trouble) cannot repudiate our rightful claims to the isle, supported not merely by Korean documents but by Japanese ones also.
Sincerely yours,
Yung Tai PYUN
Minister of Foreign Affairs
Enclosure: Memorandum of SCAPIN-677, 29 January 1946
His Excellency
# Letter from You Chan Yang to Dean Acheson, 19 July, 1951

July 1, 1951
Your Excellency,
I have the honor to present to Your Excellency, at the instruction of my Government, the following requests for the consideration of the Department of State with regard to the recent revised draft of the Japanese Peace Treaty.
1. My Government requests that the word "renounces" in Paragraph a, Article Number 2, should be replaced by "confirms that it renounced on August 9, 1945, all right, title and claim to Korea and the islands which were part of Korea prior to its annexation by Japan, including the islands Quelpart, Port Hamilton, Dagelet, Dokdo and Parangdo."
2. As to Paragraph a, Article Number 4, in the proposed Japanese Peace Treaty, my Government wishes to point out that the provision in Paragraph a, Article 4, does not affect the legal transfer of vested properties in Korea to the Republic of Korea through decision by the Supreme Commander of the Allied Forces in the Pacific following the defeat of Japan confirmed three years later in the Economic and Financial Agreement between the Republic of Korea and the United States Military Government in Korea, of September 11, 1948.
3. With reference to Article 9, my Government wishes to insert the following at the end of Article 9 of the proposed Peace Treaty, "Pending the conclusion of such agreements existing realities such as the Macarthur Line will remain effect."
Please accept, Excellency, the renewed assurance of my highest consideration.
You Chan Yang
His Excellency
    Dean G. Acheson
       Secretary of State
          Washington D.C.
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