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# Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume II/Cupid and the Muses

CUPID AND THE MUSES
"Revetior illas, mater; nam venerandae sunt, et semper quiddam commeditantur. . ."—Lucian.
ONCE lovely Venus to her wayward boy— Her wilful torment and her keen delight— Spake chidingly:—"Why must you me annoy With your capricious wiles by day and night? Perplexing child, display your arts elsewhere: Turn you to those whom idly now you spare! Cold in content, and armored in their pride, Behold the Muses!—let them claim your care!" To whom the laughing Cupid: "Nay, I've tried What ways I know, to move those ladies fair; But, ah, my mother, they're so occupied!"
# Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume II/Death

DEATH
I AM the key that parts the gates of Fame; I am the cloak that covers cowering Shame; I am the final goal of every race; I am the storm-tossed spirit's resting-place:
The messenger of sure and swift relief, Welcomed with wailings and reproachful grief; The friend of those that have no friend but me, I break all chains, and set all captives free.
I am the cloud that, when Earth's day is done, An instant veils an unextinguished sun; I am the brooding hush that follows strife, The waking from a dream that Man calls—Life!
# Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume II/Demeter

DEMETER
THOU, thou hast seen the child I seek! The vale is thine and the cloudy peak, Divine Apollo Whose eye doth follow Each secret course! Ah, speak!
I have sued to the other gods in vain: Thou wilt not disregard my pain; But by thy power Win back my flower To gladden earth again!
Fair as the poppy mid the wheat,— Her breath as the breath of the wild grape, sweet In the twilight tender,— She loved thy splendor Of perfect day to greet.
And it is thou—of gods most dear!— Thou, sun-god! who hast led me here: ​Whose smile caressing, My wrong redressing, Tells me the Maid is near!
Blessèd, O blessèd, be thy light! She comes from the shadows—blissful sight!— To the breast that bore her To the yearning for her, That fills me, day and night!
# Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume II/Easter

EASTER
I KNOW the Summer fell asleep Long weary months ago; Heaped high above her grave I saw The heavy winter snow; Say, sparrow, then, what word you bring; Is it her requiem you sing?
The meadowlark is mute, the wren Forgets his late abode, No throstle answering fluteth near, Yet never prelude flowed From ivied bosk or verdant slope More brimming with delight and hope!
I, listening, seem to see the blooms That were whilom so dear, And voices loved and silent long I, listening, seem to hear; And longings in my breast confer, And sweet, prophetic pulses stir.
"Thou lonely one," they seem to say, "Lost Summer shall return; ​Wreathed in her shadowy tresses shall The roses blissful burn; Wan lilies at her feet shall lie, And wind-flowers on her bosom sigh.
"Here, from this rough and lowly bed, The little celandine Shall lift her sunny glances to The balmy eglantine; And flags shall flaunt by yonder lake, And fair Narcissus there awake."
I know the Summer fell asleep Long weary months ago; But ah! all is not lost, poor heart, That's laid beneath the snow; There wait, grown cold to care and strife, Things costliest, dying into life.
All changes, but Life ceases not With the suspended breath; There is no bourne to Being, and No permanence in Death; Time flows to an eternal sea, Space widens to Infinity!
# Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume II/Eurydice

Published as "Che Faro Senza Eurydice!" in the March 1910 issue of Lippincott's Monthly Magazine.
EURYDICE
I HEAR thy voice!— Ah, love, I hear thy voice! Faint as the sound of distant waters falling, I hear thy voice above me calling, calling,— And my imprisoned heart, Long held from thee apart, Responsive thrills, half-tempted to rejoice.
In Hades though I be, Where the unnumbered dead abide In uneventful, sunless eventide, I yet live on,—for thou rememberest me! And like to far-off waters falling, I hear thee, from the distance, calling,— Eurydice! Beloved Eurydice!
In thy bright world I know, The firstlings of the Spring begin to blow: Moss-violet and saffron daffodil Their perfumes new distil, And through the veiled elysian hours,— Sweeter for wafted scent of citron-flowers,— Voices of nightingales soft come and go.
​The halcyon again Contented broods beside the quiet main; The ringdove tells her wound With throbbing breast, and undulating sound Which still, thy passion wronging, Awakes in thee the wilder, lonelier longing. And still my buried heart reflects thy pain!
Of yore I had a dream: I thought—the awful sentinel asleep— Thou, with that lyre divine, supreme, Which first drew Argo downward to the deep, Entering here, where chains are never riven, Had with thy golden strain, Apollo given, Taught Dis, the pitiless, himself, to weep:
I had a dream of yore: I thought Love, mightier than Death, Wide opened the inexorable door, And offered me pure draughts of sun-warmed breath. I saw thy form; trembling, I seemed to follow,— When, sudden, to these rayless caverns hollow Fate caught me back—thee to behold no more!
​Yet still I wait for thee! And thou wilt come!—wilt come—wilt come to me! The hours delay; I make no moan,— Apart from thee,—yet not alone,— Sweeter than far-off music sighing, I hear thy voice forever crying:— "Eurydice!—lost, lost Eurydice!"
# Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume II/Dawn

DAWN
IN Orient mystery Thou veilest thee, Pale daughter of the never-quenchèd Light, Who from the couch of Night By swift-ascending steeds to heaven art borne Ere yet thy sister, Morn, Awaking, dons her wondrous vesture bright.
Like to a handmaid lowly, day by day Thou dost prepare her way; But when soft-trailing saffron and warm rose Half hide and half disclose Her glowing beauty rare,— When living things her sweet breath quaff, And lift their heads for joy of her, and laugh, Thou art no longer there.
Yet, hours there be, Child of Hyperion, sacred to thee, That dearer gifts confer; When mortals lay before thy dim-lit shrine A thankfulness of worship more divine Than any offered her: ​When, after night distressful spent— Night sleepless and intolerably long, Comes—unexpected, eloquent— A tentative, faint note of song! And the o'erwearied watcher sighs, And lying still, with tear-wet eyes, Hearkens the most celestial lays Earth knows; and sees Night's curtains drawn Slowly aside, and whispers: "Dawn!"— Yearning beholds the tender gleam Of Hope's pale star, where it doth beam Eternal on thy brow, And in its ray composed and blest, Sinks into rest.
# Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume II/Delilah

DELILAH
EVERMORE I hear my name, Blared upon the cruel street, Echoed in my close retreat, Breathing fame, and branding shame: Evermore it mocks my dream. Though I wear the purple fine— All the pomp of Palestine— Ravens over Gaza scream: "Delilah!"
And when most I should be gay For my triumph,—lo! my sight Darkens in another's night, And accusing voices say: "Guile may lightly vanquish odds; But though mortals pay the price And accept the sacrifice, Treason's hateful to the gods, Delilah!"
Samson!—bowing reverent knee Unto Israel's God and thine— ​Did'st thou think I loved not mine? Unto him I yielded thee! Yet—O mighty in thy fall!— Groping still thy God to find, Bond and bound, bereft and blind,— Happier thou than she they call Delilah!
# Pickhardt v. Merritt

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United States Supreme Court
132 U.S. 252
Pickhardt v. Merritt
B. F. Thurston and Livingston Gifford, for plaintiffs in error.
Sol. Gen. Chapman, for defendant in error.
BLATCHFORD, J.

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# Pickwickian manners and customs

London: Roxburghe Press Ltd., page 3
PICKWICKIAN MANNERS AND CUSTOMS,
BY
PERCY FITZGERALD.
THE ROXBURGHE PRESS, Limited, FIFTEEN, VICTORIA STREET, WESTMINSTER.
Inscribed
TO
AUGUSTINE BIRRELL, M.P.
Page.
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# Pickford v. Talbott (211 U.S. 199)

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United States Supreme Court
211 U.S. 199
Pickford v. Talbott
Argued: October 26, 27, 1908. --- Decided: November 30, 1908
Messrs. Henry E. Davis, Samuel Maddox and H. Prescott Gatley for plaintiffs in error.
[Argument of Counsel from pages 200-203 intentionally omitted]
Messrs. Andrew Lipscomb and John Ridout for defendant in error.
[Argument of Counsel from Pages 203-204 intentionally omitted]
Mr. Justice McKenna delivered the opinion of the court:

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# Pickford v. Talbott (225 U.S. 651)

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United States Supreme Court
225 U.S. 651
Pickford v. Talbott
Argued: April 29, 1912. --- Decided: June 7, 1912
Messrs. Henry E. Davis, Samuel Maddox, and H. Prescott Gatley for appellants.
Mr. John Ridout for appellee.
Mr. Justice Pitney delivered the opinion of the court:

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# Pepper v. Dunlap/Opinion of the Court

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United States Supreme Court
46 U.S. 51
Pepper v. Dunlap
This case is brought here by writ of error to the Supreme Court of the State of Louisiana; and a motion is made to dismiss it for want of jurisdiction in this court.
It is unnecessary to state, at length, the proceedings in the State courts, because it is evident that the decree of the Supreme Court of the State was not a final one. And as the case must be dismissed on that ground, the other objections to the jurisdiction of this court which were taken in the argument need not be examined.
It appears from the record, that the defendants in error obtained a decree in the District Court of Louisiana for the Ninth Judicial District, for a perpetual injunction, staying all further proceedings upon an order of seizure and sale of certain lands and other property mentioned in the proceedings, which before that time had been issued by the said District Court upon the petition of the present plaintiffs in error. From this decree an appeal was taken to the Supreme Court of the State; and at the hearing in that court it was decided that the present defendants in error, in whose favor the injunction had been granted, were entitled to relief for a large portion of their claim. The decree specifies sundry items which ought to be deducted from the claim of the plaintiffs in error, amounting to a very large sum; but states that the evidence before the court did not enable it to decide finally upon the rights of the parties, and especially upon the amount which the defendants in error were bound in equity to refund to the plaintiffs. And the court, therefore, decreed that the judgment of the District Court, granting a perpetual injunction, should be avoided and reversed; and remanded the case to the District Court for further proceedings in conformity to the opinion expressed in this decree.
This is the decree brought here by the writ of error. It is evidently not a final one, and the writ of error must therefore be dismissed.
This cause came on to be heard on the transcript of the record from the Supreme Court of the State of Louisiana, holding sessions for the Western District of Louisiana, and was argued by counsel. On consideration whereof, and it appearing to the court here that the judgment of the said Supreme Court is not a final one, it is thereupon now here ordered and adjudged by this court that this writ of error be and the same is hereby dismissed for the want of jurisdiction.

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# Per Aspera

"Thank God, a man can grow!"
* Coates, Florence Earle (1906), as "Onward" in The Atlantic Monthly (December 1906).
* Coates, Florence Earle (1909), "Per Aspera" in Lyrics of Life (1909).
* Coates, Florence Earle (1916), "Per Aspera" in Poems I.

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# Pepper v. Dunlap

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United States Supreme Court
46 U.S. 51
Pepper v. Dunlap
THIS case was brought by writ of error, under the 25th section of the Judiciary Act, from the Supreme Court of the State of Louisiana.
Mr. Crittenden moved to dismiss the writ for want of jurisdiction in this court.
Mr. Chief Justice TANEY delivered the opinion of the court.

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# Pepper v. Litton

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United States Supreme Court
308 U.S. 295
Pepper v. Litton
Argued: Nov. 9, 10, 1939. --- Decided: Dec 4, 1939
Mr. M. M Heuser, of Norton, Va., for petitioner.
Mr. Henry Roberts, of Bristol, Va., for respondent.
Mr. Justice DOUGLAS, delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Poems (Emerson, Household Edition, 1904)/Gifts

GIFTS
Gifts of one who loved me,— 'T was high time they came; When he ceased to love me, Time they stopped for shame.
# Poems (Emerson, Household Edition, 1904)/Grace

GRACE
How much, preventing God, how much I owe To the defences thou hast round me set; Example, custom, fear, occasion slow,— These scorned bondmen were my parapet. I dare not peep over this parapet To gauge with glance the roaring gulf below, The depths of sin to which I had descended, Had not these me against myself defended.
# Poems (Emerson, Household Edition, 1904)/Holidays

HOLIDAYS
From fall to spring, the russet acorn, Fruit beloved of maid and boy, Lent itself beneath the forest, To be the children's toy.
Pluck it now! In vain,—thou canst not; Its root has pierced yon shady mound; Toy no longer—it has duties; It is anchored in the ground.
Year by year the rose-lipped maiden, Playfellow of young and old, Was frolic sunshine, dear to all men, More dear to one than mines of gold.
Whither went the lovely hoyden? Disappeared in blessed wife; Servant to a wooden cradle, Living in a baby's life.
Still thou playest;—short vacation Fate grants each to stand aside; Now must thou be man and artist,— 'T is the turning of the tide.
# Poems (Emerson, Household Edition, 1904)/Give all to Love

GIVE ALL TO LOVE
Give all to love; Obey thy heart; Friends, kindred, days, ​Estate, good-fame, Plans, credit and the Muse,— Nothing refuse.
'T is a brave master; Let it have scope: Follow it utterly, Hope beyond hope: High and more high It dives into noon, With wing unspent, Untold intent; But it is a god, Knows its own path And the outlets of the sky.
It was never for the mean; It requireth courage stout. Souls above doubt, Valor unbending, It will reward,— They shall return More than they were, And ever ascending.
Leave all for love; Yet, hear me, yet, One word more thy heart behoved, One pulse more of firm endeavor,— ​Keep thee to-day, To-morrow, forever, Free as an Arab Of thy beloved.
Cling with life to the maid; But when the surprise, First vague shadow of surmise Flits across her bosom young, Of a joy apart from thee, Free be she, fancy-free; Nor thou detain her vesture's hem, Nor the palest rose she flung From her summer diadem.
Though thou loved her as thyself, As a self of purer clay, Though her parting dims the day, Stealing grace from all alive; Heartily know, When half-gods go, The gods arrive.
# Poems (Emerson, Household Edition, 1904)/Hermione

HERMIONE
On a mound an Arab lay, And sung his sweet regrets And told his amulets: The summer bird His sorrow heard, And, when he heaved a sigh profound, The sympathetic swallow swept the ground.
'If it be, as they said, she was not fair, Beauty 's not beautiful to me, But sceptred genius, aye inorbed, Culminating in her sphere. This Hermione absorbed The lustre of the land and ocean, ​Hills and islands, cloud and tree, In her form and motion.
'I ask no bauble miniature, Nor ringlets dead Shorn from her comely head, Now that morning not disdains Mountains and the misty plains Her colossal portraiture; They her heralds be, Steeped in her quality, And singers of her fame Who is their Muse and dame.
'Higher, dear swallows! mind not what I say. Ah! heedless how the weak are strong, Say, was it just, In thee to frame, in me to trust, Thou to the Syrian couldst belong?
'I am of a lineage That each for each doth fast engage; In old Bassora's schools, I seemed Hermit vowed to books and gloom,— Ill-bestead for gay bridegroom. I was by thy touch redeemed; When thy meteor glances came, We talked at large of worldly fate, And drew truly every trait.
​'Once I dwelt apart, Now I live with all; As shepherd's lamp on far hill-side Seems, by the traveller espied, A door into the mountain heart, So didst thou quarry and unlock Highways for me through the rock.
'Now, deceived, thou wanderest In strange lands unblest; And my kindred come to soothe me. Southwind is my next of blood; He is come through fragrant wood, Drugged with spice from climates warm, And in every twinkling glade, And twilight nook, Unveils thy form. Out of the forest way Forth paced it yesterday; And when I sat by the watercourse, Watching the daylight fade, It throbbed up from the brook.
'River and rose and crag and bird, Frost and sun and eldest night, To me their aid preferred, To me their comfort plight;— "Courage! we are thine allies, And with this hint be wise,— ​The chains of kind The distant bind; Deed thou doest she must do, Above her will, be true; And, in her strict resort To winds and waterfalls And autumn's sunlit festivals, To music, and to music's thought, Inextricably bound, She shall find thee, and be found. Follow not her flying feet; Come to us herself to meet."'
# Poems (Emerson, Household Edition, 1904)/Heroism

HEROISM
Ruby wine is drunk by knaves, Sugar spends to fatten slaves, Rose and vine-leaf deck buffoons; Thunder-clouds are Jove's festoons, Drooping oft in wreaths of dread, Lightning-knotted round his head; The hero is not fed on sweets, Daily his own heart he eats; Chambers of the great are jails, And head-winds right for royal sails.
# Poems (Emerson, Household Edition, 1904)/Good-bye

POEMS
GOOD-BYE
Good-bye, proud world! I 'm going home: Thou art not my friend, and I 'm not thine. Long through thy weary crowds I roam; A river-ark on the ocean brine, Long I 've been tossed like the driven foam; But now, proud world! I 'm going home.
Good-bye to Flattery's fawning face; To Grandeur with his wise grimace; To upstart Wealth's averted eye; To supple Office, low and high; To crowded halls, to court and street; To frozen hearts and hasting feet; To those who go, and those who come; Good-bye, proud world! I 'm going home.
I am going to my own hearth-stone, Bosomed in yon green hills alone,— A secret nook in a pleasant land, Whose groves the frolic fairies planned; Where arches green, the livelong day, Echo the blackbird's roundelay, ​And vulgar feet have never trod A spot that is sacred to thought and God.
O, when I am safe in my sylvan home, I tread on the pride of Greece and Rome; And when I am stretched beneath the pines, Where the evening star so holy shines, I laugh at the lore and the pride of man, At the sophist schools and the learned clan; For what are they all, in their high conceit, When man in the bush with God may meet?
# Poems (Emerson, Household Edition, 1904)/Good Hope

GOOD HOPE
The cup of life is not so shallow That we have drained the best, That all the wine at once we swallow And lees make all the rest.
Maids of as soft a bloom shall marry As Hymen yet hath blessed, And fairer forms are in the quarry Than Phidias released.
1827.
# Poems (Emerson, Household Edition, 1904)/Guy

GUY
Mortal mixed of middle clay, Attempered to the night and day, Interchangeable with things, Needs no amulets nor rings. Guy possessed the talisman That all things from him began; And as, of old, Polycrates Chained the sunshine and the breeze, So did Guy betimes discover Fortune was his guard and lover; In strange junctures, felt, with awe, His own symmetry with law; That no mixture could withstand The virtue of his lucky hand. He gold or jewel could not lose, Nor not receive his ample dues. Fearless Guy had never foes, He did their weapons decompose. Aimed at him, the blushing blade Healed as fast the wounds it made. If on the foeman fell his gaze, Him it would straightway blind or craze, In the street, if he turned round, His eye the eye 't was seeking found. ​It seemed his Genius discreet Worked on the Maker's own receipt, And made each tide and element Stewards of stipend and of rent; So that the common waters fell As costly wine into his well. He had so sped his wise affairs That he caught Nature in his snares. Early or late, the falling rain Arrived in time to swell his grain; Stream could not so perversely wind But corn of Guy's was there to grind: The siroc found it on its way, To speed his sails, to dry his hay; And the world's sun seemed to rise To drudge all day for Guy the wise. In his rich nurseries, timely skill Strong crab with nobler blood did fill; The zephyr in his garden rolled From plum-trees vegetable gold; And all the hours of the year With their own harvest honored were. There was no frost but welcome came, Nor freshet, nor midsummer flame. Belonged to wind and world the toil And venture, and to Guy the oil.