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# The Brigs Of Ayr

* "The Brigs of Ayr" (Full version)
* "The Brigs of Ayr" (Shorter version)
# The Brig Concord Taylor Master/Opinion of the Court

* Court Documents
* Case Syllabus
* Opinion of the Court
This is the case of a shipment made by a neutral house on board of a British ship which was captured, on a voyage from Teneriffe to London, by the private armed ship Marengo, and brought into the port of New York for adjudication. Pending the prize proceedings, the goods were sold by an interlocutory order of the District Court, and the proceeds brought into the registry. Upon the hearing, the property was decreed to be restored to the claimants without payment of duties; and this decree was afterwards affirmed in the Circuit Court. The cause has been brought, by appeal, to this Court for a final decision.
We are all of opinion that the proprietary interest of the claimants is completely proved; and therefore the decree of restoration must be affirmed.
With respect to the duties, we are all of opinion that the decree of the Courts below was erroneous. Where goods are brought by superior force, or by inevitable necessity, into the United States, they are not deemed to be so imported, in the sense of the law, as necessarily to attach the right to duties. If, however, such goods are afterwards sold or consumed in the country, or incorporated into the general mass of its property, they become retro-actively liable to the payment of duties. In the present case, if the goods had been specifically restored, and afterwards withdrawn from the United States by the Claimants, they would have been exempt from duties. But having been sold, by order of the Court, for the general benefit, the duties indissolubly attached, and ought to have been deducted from the proceeds by the Courts below. The decree in this respect must be reversed.

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# The Brigand Leader and his Wife

* The Brigand Leader and his Wife, in Friendship's Offering, 1827.
* The Brigand Leader and his Wife, in National Lyrics, and Songs for Music (Miscellaneous Poems), 1834.
# The Bonny Bridge of Findhorn/The Radical Battle at Bonny-Muir

THE RADICAL BATTLE
At Bonny-Muir.
# The Bonny Lass of Calder Braes

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* Bonny Lass of Calder Braes (1806), a chapbook printed in Stirling
* Bonny Lass of Calder Braes (1820), a chapbook printed in Falkirk
* "The Bonny Lass of Calder Braes", a song by an unknown author
# The Bonny Lassie's Plaidy Awa/Go Plaintive Sounds

GO PLAINTIVE SOUNDS.
# The Bonny Lassie's Plaidy Awa/The Bonny Lassie's Plaidy awa

THE BONNY LASSIE'S PLAIDY AWA.
# The Bonny Lassie's Plaidy Awa/The Lass of Ballochmyle

THE LASS O' BALLOCHMYLE.
FINIS.
# The Bonny Lass of Calder Braes (song)

* "The Bonny lass of Calder Braes", in Bonny Lass of Calder Braes (1806), a chapbook printed in Stirling
* "The Bonny Lass of Calder-Braes", in The Black-bird (1818), a chapbook printed in Falkirk
* "The Bonny lass of Calder Braes", in Bonny Lass of Calder Braes (1820), a chapbook printed in Falkirk
# The Bonny Lassie's Plaidy Awa

The Bonny Lassie's Plaidy awa,
Flora's Lament for Charlie;
To which are added,
The Banks of the Dee,
Go Plaintive Sounds,
The Lass of Ballochmyle.
STIRLING:
Printed and Sold, Wholesale and Retail, By W. Macnie, Bookseller
* The Bonny Lassie's Plaidy awa
* Flora's Lament for Charlie
* The Banks of the Dee
* Go Plaintive Sounds
* The Lass of Ballochmyle
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# The Bonny Lassie's Plaidy Awa/The Banks of the Dee

THE BANKS OF THE DEE.
# The Black Lake

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* The Black Lake, a poem by Jan Neruda
* The Black Lake, a prose poem by Clark Ashton Smith
# The Black Man's Burden

Rudyard Kipling's 1899 poem "The White Man's Burden" presented one view of imperialism. Beginning in 1893 and continuing for three decades, E. D. Morel, a British journalist and activist, drew attention to the abuses of imperialism, particularly in the Congo Free State. The Congo Free State (later known as the Belgian Congo, Zaïre, and the Democratic Republic of the Congo) was perhaps the most famously exploitative of the European colonies.
THE BLACK MAN'S BURDEN
"TO THOSE WHO HAVE UNDERSTOOD: TO THOSE WHO LOVE THE NATIVES OF AFRICA."
(From the statue by the late Herbert Ward, the African explorer)
THE
BLACK MAN'S BURDEN
BY
E. D. MOREL
Author of "Nigeria: its peoples and its problems"; "Affairs of West Africa"; "King Leopolds Rule in Africa"; "Red Rubber"; "Great Britain and the Congo"; "The British Case in French Congo": "Africa and the Peace of Europe"; "Ten Years of Secret Diplomacy"; "Truth and the War."
THE NATIONAL LABOUR PRESS, LTD., 30, Blackfriars Street, Manchester; 8 & 9, Johnson's Court, Fleet Street, London, E.C. 4
DEDICATION
To My Friends,
W.A.C. and E.H.C. This Book is Dedicated with many grateful thoughts.
CONTENTS
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# The Black Lake (Neruda)

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Poem from the collection Balady a romance ("Ballads and Romances")
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# The Blithedale Romance

The Blithedale Romance, published in 1852, was the third of the major romances of Nathaniel Hawthorne. Henry James (in Hawthorne) called it "the lightest, the brightest, the livelist" of Hawthorne's "unhumorous fictions."
THE
BLITHEDALE ROMANCE
BY
NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE.
BOSTON: TICKNOR, REED, AND FIELDS. M DCCC LII.
Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1852, by Nathaniel Hawthorne, In the Clerk's Office of the District Court for the District of Massachusetts.
Stereotyped by HOBART & ROBBINS, BOSTON.
CONTENTS.
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# The Blinded Bird

So zestfully canst thou sing?
And all this indignity,
With God's consent, on thee!
Blinded ere yet a-wing
By the red-hot needle thou,
I stand and wonder how
So zestfully thou canst sing!
Resenting not such wrong,
Thy grievous pain forgot,
Eternal dark thy lot,
Groping thy whole life long;
After that stab of fire;
Enjailed in pitiless wire;
Resenting not such wrong!
Who hath charity? This bird.
Who suffereth long and is kind,
Is not provoked, though blind
And alive ensepulchred?
Who hopeth, endureth all things?
Who thinketh no evil, but sings?
Who is divine? This bird.
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# The Blind Spot

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* The Blind Spot, by Hector Hugh Munro
* The Blind Spot (1921), by Austin Hall And Homer Eon Flint
# The Canadian Soldiers' Song Book/Faith of Our Fathers

144—FAITH OF OUR FATHERS
Faith of our fathers! living still, In spite of dungeon, fire and sword, O how our hearts beat high with joy Whene'er we hear that glorious word! Faith of our fathers! holy faith! We will be true to thee till death!
Our fathers, chained in prisons dark, Were still in heart and conscience free; How sweet would be their children's fate, If they, like them, could die for thee! Faith of our fathers! holy faith! We will be true to thee till death!
​Faith of our fathers! we will love Both friend and foe in all our strife, And preach thee too, as love knows how, By kindly words and virtuous life. Faith of our fathers! holy faith! We will be true to thee till death!
# The Canadian Soldiers' Song Book/For Me and My Gal

From Here and There (1917).
28—FOR ME AND MY GAL (Here and There)
The bells are ringing for me and my gal, The birds are singing, for me and my gal, Ev'rybody's been knowing, To a wedding they're going, And for weeks they've been sewing, Ev'ry Susie and Sal, They're congregating for me and my gal, The Parson's waiting for me and my gal, And sometime, I'm goin' to build a little home for two, For three or four, or more; In Loveland, for me and my gal.
# The Canadian Soldiers' Song Book/Didn't Know the Way To

From Arlette (1917).
23—DIDN'T KNOW THE WAY TO (Arlette)
I only knew you look'd divine, I only long'd to call you mine; But I didn't know the way to. No, you didn't know the way to. And I didn't like to tell you! Won't you tell me now? I thought of lovin' things to say, I long'd to show my lovin' way, But I didn't know the way to, Didn't know the way to love you. Didn't know the way to love me? Till you show'd me how.
# The Canadian Soldiers' Song Book/Drink To Me Only With Thine Eyes

From Jonson's poem "To Celia" (1616); set to music sometime after 1770.
The Canadian Soldiers' Song Book
PART VI.—ENGLISH SONGS
81—DRINK TO ME ONLY WITH THINE EYES
Drink to me only with thine eyes, and I will pledge with mine, Or leave a kiss within the cup, and I'll not ask for wine The thirst that from the soul doth rise, doth ask a drink divine, But might I of love's nectar sip, I would not change for thine.
# The Canadian Soldiers' Song Book/Every Little While

From Some (1916)
12—EVERY LITTLE WHILE
Every little while I feel so lonely,
Every little while I feel so blue.
I'm always dreaming, I'm always scheming
Because I want you and only you.
Every little while my heart is aching.
Every little while I miss your smile,
And all the time I seem to miss you;
I want to, want to kiss you
Every, every, every little while.
# The Canadian Soldiers' Song Book/Fight the Good Fight

145—FIGHT THE GOOD FIGHT
Fight the good fight with all thy might, Christ is thy strength, and Christ thy right; Lay hold on life, and it shall be Thy joy and crown eternally.
Run the straight race through God's good grace: Lift up thine eyes and seek His face. Life with its path before us lies, Christ is the way and Christ the prize.
Cast care aside lean on Thy Guide: His boundless mercy will provide; Trust, and thy trusting soul shall prove Christ is its life, and Christ its love.
Faint not, nor fear, His arms are near, He changeth not, and thou art dear; Only believe, and thou shalt see That Christ is all in all to thee. Amen.
# The Canadian Soldiers' Song Book/Down Where the Swanee River Flows

Music by Harry Von Tilzer
120—DOWN WHERE THE SWANEE RIVER FLOWS
Down where the Swanee river flows—I want to be there Down where the cotton blossom grows—I want to see there My little sister Flo, keepin' time with Uncle Joe Singing a song and raggin' on his old banjo. I see my dear old mother, Oh lordy, lordy, lordy how I love her; When the birds are singin' in the wildwood, My happy childhood comes back once more,—my heart is sore, That's why I'm going' back where they care for me. Every night they say a little prayer for me, Down where the Swanee river flows.
# The Canadian Soldiers' Song Book/Eternal Father Strong to Save

143—ETERNAL FATHER STRONG TO SAVE
Eternal Father! strong to save, Whose arm hath bound the restless wave, Who bidd'st the mighty ocean deep Its own appointed limits keep: Oh, hear us when we cry to Thee For those in peril on the sea!
O Christ, whose voice the waters heard, And hushed their raging at Thy word, Who walkedst on the foaming deep, And calm amid the storm didst sleep: Oh, hear us when we cry to Thee For those in peril on the sea!
O Holy Spirit! who didst brood Upon the waters dark and rude, And bid their angry tumult cease, And give, for wild confusion, peace: Oh, hear us when we cry to Thee For those in peril on the sea!
O Trinity of love and power! Our brethren shield in danger's hour; From rock and tempest, fire and foe, Protect them whereso'er they go; Thus evermore shall rise to Thee Glad hymns of praise from land and sea.
# The Canadian Soldiers' Song Book/Down Texas Way

Standalone song, first performed at a concert in Dunkirk in 1917.
31—DOWN TEXAS WAY
Down Texas way, there's a little cabin Texas way, Where they'll be so glad, yes, so glad to see me, Night and day I can see their happy faces, gay— And hear a sweet voice say 'come, wander To a beauty—little cutey little place out yonder. Let me play 'mong the clover and the new-mown hay And once again round dear old mammy's knee I'd love to kneel and pray— God bless Mother, God bless Dad, Make them happy—make them glad, I'm in heaven down old Texas way.
# The Canadian Soldiers' Song Book/Fancy You Fancying Me

From Odds and Ends of 1917 (1917).
30—FANCY YOU FANCYING ME!
Fancy you fancying me! I can't tell what you can see, For it seems like dreams, not reality, That you should like my personality, I can't quite figure it out, I can't tell why it should be. I can fancy anybody fancying you, But fancy you fancying me!
# The Bostonians (London & New York: Macmillan & Co., 1886)/Book 2

BOOK SECOND.
* Chapter 21
* Chapter 22
* Chapter 23
* Chapter 24
* Chapter 25
* Chapter 26
* Chapter 27
* Chapter 28
* Chapter 29
* Chapter 30
* Chapter 31
* Chapter 32
* Chapter 33
* Chapter 34
# The Complete Poems of Emily Brontë/There let thy bleeding branch atone

XVI
There let thy bleeding branch atone For every torturing tear. Shall my young sins, my sins alone, Be everlasting here?
Who bade thee keep that carvèd name A pledge for memory? As if oblivion ever came To breathe its bliss on me;
As if through all the 'wildering maze Of mad hours left behind I once forgot the early days That thou wouldst call to mind.
# The Complete Poems of Emily Brontë/The starry night shall tidings bring

XLIII
The starry night shall tidings bring, Go out upon the breezy moor; Watch for a bird with sable wing, And beak and talons dropping gore.
Look not around, look not beneath, But mutely trace its airy way, Mark where it lights upon the heath; Then, wanderer, kneel thee down, and pray.
What fortune may await thee there, I will not, and I dare not tell; But Heaven is moved by fervent prayer, And God is mercy—fare thee well!
It is not pride, it is not shame, That makes her leave the gorgeous hall; And though neglect her heart might tame, She mourns not for her sudden fall.
'Tis true she stands among the crowd, An unmarked and an unloved child, While each young comrade, blithe and proud, Glides through the maze of pleasure wild.
And all do homage to their will, And all seem glad their voice to hear; She heeds not that, but hardly still Her eye can hold the quivering tear.
​What made her weep, what made her glide Out to the park this dreary day, And cast her jewelled chains aside, And seek a rough and lonely way;
And down beneath a cedar's shade, On the wet grass regardless lie, With nothing but its gloomy head Between her and the showering sky?
I saw her stand in the gallery long, Watching those little children there, As they were playing the pillars among And bounding down the marble stair.
August 13, 1839.
# The Complete Poems of Emily Brontë/The sunshine of a summer sun

LIX
The sunshine of a summer sun On the proud domes of Elrington Glows with a beam divinely bright In one unquenched, unvarying light, And high its archèd windows rise, As if to invite the smiling skies; And proud its mighty columns show Between them ranked in haughty row; And sweet and soft the solemn shade By the o'erarching portals made. The starry halls of Elrington May glisten in that glorious sun, For fêtes and feasts are given to-day To noble Lords and Ladies gay; And that vast city of the sea Which round us lies so endlessly Has hither sent its proudest train To worship mirth and fly from pain. The sunshine of a summer's sun Glows o'er the graves of Elrington, Where city walls spread wide around The flower and foliage laden ground. All round the hot and glaring sky Bespeaks a mighty city nigh; And through each opening in the shade Palace and temple crown the glade. So here an oasis stands 'Mid the wide wastes of Egypt's sands. ​This glorious vision of a grove, With flowers beneath and fruits above, Lies in that city's human sea Whose streets stretch round so ceaselessly. Oh! who could pass unnoticed by This scene of nature's royalty? Instead of birds to warble there, Ethereal music fills the air, Breathed from these halls thrown open wide To admit the ever-changing tide Of Earth and Afric's hope and pride.
# The Complete Poems of Emily Brontë/The wind was rough which tore

XXV
The wind was rough which tore That leaf from its parent tree; The fate was cruel which bore The withering corpse to me.
We wander and we have no rest, It is a dreary way. What shadow is it That ever hovers before my eyes? It has a brow of ghostly whiteness.
November 23, 1839.
# The Complete Poems of Emily Brontë/The night was dark, yet winter breathed

XXXI
The night was dark, yet winter breathed With softened sighs on Gondal's shore; And though its wind repining grieved, It chained the snow-swollen streams no more.
How deep into the wilderness My horse had strayed, I cannot say; But neither morsel nor caress Would urge him farther on the way.
So loosening from his neck the rein, I set my worn companion free, And billowy hill and boundless plain Full soon divided him from me.
The sullen clouds lay all unbroken And blackening round the horizon drear, But still they gave no certain token Of heavy rain or tempest near.
I paused, confounded and distracted, Down in the heath my limbs I threw; But wilder as I longed for rest, More wakeful heart and eyelids grew.
It was about the middle night And under such a starless dome, When gliding from the mountains height, I saw a shadowy spirit come. ​Her wavy hair on her shoulders bare, It shone like soft clouds round the moon; Her noiseless feet, like melting sleet, Gleamed white a moment, then were gone.
'What seek you now on this bleak moor brow, Where wanders that form from heaven descending?' It was thus I said as her graceful head The spirit above my couch was bending.
'This is my home where whirlwinds blow, Where snowdrifts round my path are swelling; 'Tis many a year, 'tis long ago, Since I beheld another dwelling.
'When thick and fast the smothering blast I've welcomed the winter on the plain, If my cheek grew pale in its loudest gale, May I never tread the hills again.
'The shepherd had died on the mountain-side, But my ready aid was near him then; I led him back o'er the hidden track And gave him to his native glen.
'When tempests roar on the lonely shore I light my beacon with seaweeds dry, And it flings its fire through the darkness dire And gladdens the sailor's hopeless eye. ​'And the sea-birds noisy I love to keep, Their timid forms to guard from harm; I have a spell, and they know it well, And I save them with a powerful charm.
'Thy own good steed on his friendless bed A few hours since you left to die; But I knelt by his side and the saddle untied, And life returned to his glazing eye.
'To a silent home thy feet may come, And years may follow of toilsome pain; But yet I swear by that burning tear, The loved shall meet on its hearth again.'
January 12, 1839.
# The Complete Poems of Emily Brontë/The wind I hear it sighing

XXXIX
The wind I hear it sighing With autumn's saddest sound; Withered leaves all thick are lying As spring-flowers on the ground.
This dark night has won me To wander far away; Old feelings gather fast upon me, Like vultures round their prey.
Kind were they once and cherished, But cold and cheerless now. I would their lingering shades had perished When their light left my brow.
'Tis like old age pretending The softness of a child, My altered, hardened spirit bending To meet their fancies wild.
Yet could I with past pleasures Past woe's oblivion buy, That by the death of my dearest treasures My deadliest pains might die;
O then another daybreak Might haply dawn above; Another summer gild my cheek, My soul, another love.
October 23, 1839.
# The Complete Poems of Emily Brontë/There's something in this glorious hour

VI
There's something in this glorious hour That fills the soul with heavenly power, And dims our eyes with sudden tears That centre all the joys of years. For we feel at once that there lingers still, Like summer's sunshine o'er a hill, A glory round life's pinnacle; And we know, though we be yet below, That we may not always linger so, For still Ambition beckons on, Is this a height that may be won? And Hope still whispers in our ear, 'Others have been—thou mayst be there.'
Land of the west! Thy glorious skies, Their dreamy depths of azure blue, Their sunlit isles of paradise, That float in golden glory through. These depths of azure o'er my sight Their musing moments seem to expand, Revealing all their radiance bright In cloud and gorgeous land. Land of the west! thine evening sun Brings thousand voiceless thoughts to mind Of what I've said and seen and done In years by time long left behind; ​And forms and faces lost for ever Seem arising round me now As if to bid farewell for ever Before my spirit go. Oh! how they gush upon my heart And overflow my eyes. I must not keep, I cannot part With such wild sympathies. I know it's called a sin and shame To mourn o'er what I mourn.
Aware her last hour approaching fast, Upon her dying bed she lies; Are her wild dreams of western skies, The shallow wrecks of memories That glitter through the gloom Cast o'er them in the cold decay Which signs the sickening soul away To meet its early tomb? What pleasant airs upon her face With freshening fondness play, As they would kiss each transient grace Before it fades away! And backward rolled each deep red fold, Begilt with tasselled cords of gold, The open arch displays; O'er bower and trees that orb divine His own unclouded lights decline Before her glistening gaze.