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# Pensions Act 1856/Section 3

To be paid quarterly.
3.The said annuities or pensions shall commence on the several days on which the said Andrew Sinclair, William Swainson, and Alexander Shepherd shall respectively cease to hold office as aforesaid, and shall be paid quarterly, that is to say, on the first day of January, the first day of April, the first day of July, and the first day of October in every year.
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# Pensions Act 1856/Section 1

Governor may remove from office A. Sinclair, W. Swainson, and A. Shepherd.
1.Whenever it shall appear to the Governor that it would be expedient that the said Andrew Sinclair, William Swainson, and Alexander Shepherd, or any of them, should cease to hold office as aforesaid, it shall be lawful for the Governor to remove them or him therefrom.
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# Pensions Act 1856/Section 6

Short Title.
6.This Act shall be entitled and may be cited as "The Pensions Act, 1856."
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# Pensions Act 1856/Preamble

Preamble.
WHEREAS an alteration is about to be made in the mode of Executive Government in the Colony of New Zealand, whereby the holders of the offices of Colonial Secretary, Attorney-General, and Colonial Treasurer of New Zealand will become removable from office on grounds merely political: And whereas it is expedient, with a view to the immediate retirement or removal from office of the present holders of the said offices, namely, Andrew Sinclair, Esquire, the Colonial Secretary, William Swainson, Esquire, the Attorney-General, and Alexander Shepherd, Esquire, the Colonial Treasurer, and with a view to the immediate introduction of the said altered mode of Executive Government, that a retiring provision be made for the said present holders of the said offices:
BE IT THEREFORE ENACTED by the General Assembly of New Zealand as follows:–
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# Pensions Act 1856/Section 2

Annuities to be paid out of the general revenue on their ceasing to hold office.
2.To every of them, the said Andrew Sinclair, William Swainson, and Alexander Shepherd, on ceasing to hold office, either by such removal or by resignation of office at the request of the Governor, there shall be paid out of the general revenue of New Zealand an annuity or pension, for the term of his natural life, after the rate set opposite to his name in Schedule A to this Act.
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# Pensions Act 1856/Section 4

Provision that pension or annuity shall cease or be lessened in certain cases of holding other offices under Government.
4.In case any of them, the said Andrew Sinclair, William Swainson, and Alexander Shepherd, shall accept, or shall have accepted any office of emolument under the British or any Colonial Government or under any of the Provincial Governments of New Zealand, if the emoluments of such office shall be equal to or exceed in amount the annuity or pension hereby made payable to him, then and in every such case such annuity or pension shall wholly cease; and if such emolument shall be less than the annuity or pension hereby ​made payable to him, then and in every such case such annuity or pension shall thenceforth be reduced by the amount of such emolument; but in either case during such period or periods only as such office of emolument shall be held by him: Provided that for the purposes of the foregoing provision any half pay or pension in respect of any office now or heretofore held by the said annuitants shall not be deemed to be an emolument of office.
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# Pensions Act 1856/Section 5

Governor may commute pensions within twelve months.
5.Provided always that if it shall at any time within twelve months from the passing of this Act appear expedient to the Governor of the said Colony to commute the said pensions respectively or any or either of them for a sum of money in gross, it shall be lawful for the said Governor to commute such pensions respectively for the sum of money in gross respectively mentioned in Schedule B to this Act, and to pay the same sums respectively out of the general revenue of the said Colony.
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# Poems: Second Series (Dickinson)/A charm invests a face

X.
A CHARM invests a face Imperfectly beheld, — The lady dare not lift her veil For fear it be dispelled.
But peers beyond her mesh, And wishes, and denies, — Lest interview annul a want That image satisfies.
# Poems: Second Series (Dickinson)/A poor torn heart, a tattered heart

XXIII.
A poor torn heart, a tattered heart,
That sat it down to rest,
Nor noticed that the ebbing day
Flowed silver to the west,
Nor noticed night did soft descend
Nor constellation burn,
Intent upon the vision
Of latitudes unknown.
The angels, happening that way,
This dusty heart espied ;
Tenderly took it up from toil
And carried it to God.
There,— sandals for the barefoot ;
There,— gathered from the gales,
Do the blue havens by the hand
Lead the wandering sails.
# Poems: Second Series (Dickinson)/A Country Burial

XXIII.
A Country Burial.
Ample make this bed. Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair.
Be its mattress straight, Be its pillow round; Let no sunrise' yellow noise Interrupt this ground.
# Poems: Second Series (Dickinson)/A Thunder-Storm

XXXVII.
A THUNDER-STORM.
THE wind begun to rock the grass With threatening tunes and low, — He flung a menace at the earth,
A menace at the sky.
The leaves unhooked themselves from trees And started all abroad; The dust did scoop itself like hands And throw away the road.
The wagons quickened on the streets, The thunder hurried slow; The lightning showed a yellow beak, And then a livid claw.
The birds put up the bars to nests, The cattle fled to barns; There came one drop of giant rain, And then, as if the hands
That held the dams had parted hold, The waters wrecked the sky, But overlooked my father's house, Just quartering a tree.
# Poems: Second Series (Dickinson)/A death-blow is a life-blow to some

​POEMS. 187
                VI.
A DEATH-BLOW is a life-blow to some
Who, till they died, did not alive become;
Who, had they lived, had died, but when
They died, vitality begun.
# Poems: Second Series (Dickinson)/A thought went up my mind to-day

XX.
A THOUGHT went up my mind to-day That I have had before, But did not finish,—some way back, I could not fix the year,
Nor where it went, nor why it came The second time to me, Nor definitely what it was, Have I the art to say.
But somewhere in my soul, I know I've met the thing before; It just reminded me—'t was all— And came my way no more.
# Poems: Second Series (Dickinson)/A throe upon the features

XXXVIII.
A THROE upon the features A hurry in the breath, An ecstasy of parting Denominated "Death," —
An anguish at the mention,
Which, when to patience grown, I've known permission given
To rejoin its own.
# Poems: Second Series (Dickinson)/A Prayer

XIII. A PRAYER.
I MEANT to have but modest needs, Such as content, and heaven; Within my income these could lie, And life and I keep even.
But since the last included both, It would suffice my prayer But just for one to stipulate, And grace would grant the pair.
And so, upon this wise I prayed,— Great Spirit, give to me A heaven not so large as yours, But large enough for me.
A smile suffused Jehovah's face; The cherubim withdrew; Grave saints stole out to look at me, And showed their dimples, too.
I left the place with all my might,— My prayer away I threw;
The quiet ages picked it up,
And Judgment twinkled, too,
That one so honest be extant
As take the tale for true
That "Whatsoever you shall ask,
Itself be given you."
But I, grown shrewder, scan the skies
With a suspicious air,— As children, swindled for the first,
All swindlers be, infer.
# Poems: Second Series (Dickinson)/A Tempest

XXI.
A TEMPEST.
AN awful tempest mashed the air,
The clouds were gaunt and few;
A black, as of a spectre's cloak,
Hid heaven and earth from view.
The creatures chuckled on the roofs
And whistled in the air,
And shook their fists and gnashed their teeth,
And swung their frenzied hair.
The morning lit, the birds arose;
The monster's faded eyes
Turned slowly to his native coast,
And peace was Paradise!
# Poems: Second Series (Dickinson)/A shady friend for torrid days

XXXIV.
A SHADY friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind.
The vane a little to the east Scares muslin souls away; If broadcloth breasts are firmer Than those of organdy,
Who is to blame? The weaver? Ah! the bewildering thread! The tapestries of paradise So notelessly are made!
# One Hundred Poems by Kabir/9

IX
I. 104. aisā lo nahīn taisā lo
O how may I ever express that secret word ?
O how can I say He is not like this, and He is like that ?
If I say that He is within me, the universe is ashamed:
If I say that He is without me, it is falsehood.
He makes the inner and the outer worlds to be indivisibly one;
The conscious and the unconscious, both are His footstools.
He is neither manifest nor hidden, He is neither revealed nor unrevealed:
There are no words to tell that which He is.
# One Hundred Poems of Kabir/IX

Indian Edition
IX
I. 104. aisa lo nahin taisa lo
aisaa lo nahin taisa lo, main kehi bidhi kathoun gambheeraa lo bheetar kahun to jagmay leejye, baahar kahun to jhootha lo baahar-bheetar sakal neetantar, chitt-achitt dou peetha lo drishti na mushti pargat agochar, baatan kahaa na jaayee lo
O How may I ever express that secret word? O how can I say He is not like this, and He is like that? If I say that He is within me, the universe is ashamed: If I say that He is without me, it is falsehood. He makes the inner and the outer worlds to be indivisibly one; The conscious and the unconscious, both are His footstools He is neither manifest nor hidden, He is neither revealed nor unrevealed: There are no words to tell that which He is.
# One Hundred Poems of Kabir/III

Indian Edition
III
I. 57. sadhu bhai, jivat hi karo asa
sadhu bhai jivat hi karo asa jivat samajhe, jivat boojhe, jivat mukti nivaasaa jiyat karam kee phans n kaati, mooye mukti ki asa tan chootye jiv milan kahat hai, so sab jhoothi asa abahun milaa so tabahun milegaa, nahin to jampur baasaa satt gahe satguru ko cheenhe, satt naam bisvaasa kahyen Kabir saadhan hitkaari, ham saadhan ke daasaa
O friend! hope for Him whilst you live, know whilst you live, understand whilst you live: for in life deliverance abides. If your bonds be not broken whilst living, what hope of deliverance in death? It is but an empty dream, that the soul shall have union with Him because it has passed from the body: If He is found now, He is found then, If not, we do but go to dwell in the City of Death. If you have union now, you shall have it hereafter. Bathe in the truth, know the true Guru, have faith in the true Name! Kabir says: "It is the Spirit of the quest which helps; I am the slave of this Spirit of the quest."
# One Hundred Poems by Kabir/8

VIII
I. 101. is ghaṭ antar bāg bagīce
Within this earthern vessel are bowers and groves, and within it is the Creator:
Within this vessel are the seven oceans and the unnumbered stars.
The touchstone and the jewel-appraiser are within;
And within this vessel the Internal soundeth, and the spring wells up.
Kabir says: “Listen to me, my friend ! My beloved Lord is within.”
# One Hundred Poems of Kabir/C

Indian Edition
C
II. 122. koi prem ki peng jhulao re
koi prem ki peng jhulao re bhuj ke khamb aur prem ke ras se, tan-man aaju jhulao re nanad baadar kee jhar laao, shyaam ghataa ur chhao re aavat aavat shrut kee raah par, phikar piyaa ko sunaavo re kahat Kabir suno bhaai saadho, piyaa ko dhyaan chit laavo re
Hang up the swing of love to-day! Hang the body and the mind between the arms of the Beloved, in the ecstasy of love's joy: Bring the tearful streams of the rainy clouds to your eyes, and cover your heart with the shadow of darkness: Bring your face nearer to His ear, and speak of the deepest longings of your heart. ​Kabir says: "Listen to me, brother! bring the vision of the Beloved in your heart."
# One Hundred Poems of Kabir/I

Indian Edition
I
I. 13. mo ko kahan dhunro bande
mo ko kahan dhunro bande, main toh tere paas mein naa main deval naa main masjid, naa kaabe kailaas mein naa main koune kriyaa karam mein, nahin yog vairaag mein khoji ho to turate milaihe pal bhar ki talaas mein kahyen Kabir suno bhaai saadho sab swason ki swans mein
O servant, where dost thou seek Me? Lo! I am beside thee. I am neither in temple nor in mosque: I am neither in Kaaba nor in Kailash: Neither am I in rites and ceremonies, nor in Yoga and renunciation. If thou art a true seeker, thou shalt at once see Me: thou shalt meet Me in a moment of time. Kabir says, "O Sadhu! God is the breath of all breath."
# One Hundred Poems of Kabir/II

Indian Edition
II
1. 16. santan jat (jaat) na pucho nirguniyan
santan jaat na pucho nirguniyaan saadh brahman saadh chhatri, saadhye jaati baniyaan aadhan ma chhattis kaum hai, tedhi tor poochhaniyaan saadhye naau saadhye dhobi, saadh jaati hai bariyaan saadhan maan Raidaas sant hain, Supach rishi se bhangiyaan Hindu Turk dooyee deen bane hain, kacchu nahi pahichniyaan
IT is needless to ask of a saint the caste to which he belongs; For the priest, the warrior, the tradesman, and all the thirty-six castes, alike are seeking for God. It is but folly to ask what the caste of a saint may be; The barber has sought God, the washerwoman, and the carpenter– Even Raidas was a seeker after God. The Rishi Swapacha was a tanner by caste. Hindus and Moslems alike have achieved that End, where remains no mark of distinction.
# One Hundred Poems of Kabir

Indian Edition
ONE HUNDRED POEMS
OF
KABIR
TRANSLATED BY
RABINDRANATH TAGORE
ASSISTED BY
EVELYN UNDERHILL
MACMILLAN
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# One Hundred Poems of Kabir/IV

Indian Edition
IV
I. 58. bago na ja re na ja
bago na ja re na ja, ,tere kaayaa men guljaar sahas kamal par baith ke tuu dekhe roop apaar
Do not go to the garden of flowers! O Friend! go not there; ​In your body is the garden of flowers. Take your seat on the thousand petals of the lotus, and there gaze on the Infinite Beauty.
# Phantasmagoria and Other Poems/A Sea Dirge

A SEA DIRGE.
There are certain things—as, a spider, a ghost,
The income-tax, gout, an umbrella for three—
That I hate; but the thing that I hate the most
Is a thing they call the Sea.
Pour some salt water over the floor—
Ugly I'm sure you'll allow it to be:
Suppose it extended a mile or more,
That's very like the Sea.
Beat a dog till he howls outright—
Cruel, but all very well for a spree:
Suppose that he did so day and night,
That would be like the Sea.
I had a vision of nursery-maids;
Tens of thousands passed by me—
All leading children with wooden spades,
And this was by the Sea.
Who invented those spades of wood?
Who was it cut them out of the tree?
None, I think, but an idiot could—
Or one that loved the Sea.
It is pleasant and dreamy, no doubt, to float With 'thoughts as boundless, and souls as free'!
But, suppose you are very unwell in the boat,
How do you like the Sea?
"But it makes the intellect clear and keen—"
Prove it! Prove it! How can it be?
"Why, what does 'B sharp' (in music) mean,
If not the 'natural C?"
What, keen? With such questions as 'When's high
tide?
Is shelling shrimps an improvement to tea?
Are donkeys adapted for Man to ride?'
Such are our thoughts by the Sea.
There is an insect that people avoid
(Whence is derived the verb 'to flee');
Where have you been by it most annoyed?
In lodgings by the Sea.
If you like coffee with sand for dregs,
A decided hint of salt in your tea,
And a fishy taste in the very eggs—
By all means choose the Sea.
And if, with these dainties to drink and eat,
You prefer not a vestige of grass or tree,
And a chronic state of wet in your feet,
Then—I recommend the Sea.
For I have friends who dwell by the coast—
Pleasant friends they are to me!
It is when I am with them I wonder most
That any one likes the Sea.
They take me a walk: though tired and stiff,
To climb the heights I madly agree;
And, after a tumble or so from the cliff,
They kindly suggest the Sea.
I try the rocks, and I think it cool
That they laugh with such an excess of glee,
As I heavily slip into every pool
That skirts the cold cold Sea.
Once I met a friend in the street,
With wife, and nurse, and children three—
Never again such a sight may I meet
As that party from the Sea!
Their looks were sullen, their steps were slow,
Convicted felons they seemed to be:
"Are you going to prison, dear friend?" "Oh no!
We're returning—from the Sea!"
# Phantasmagoria and Other Poems/A Valentine

A VALENTINE.
[To a friend at Radley College, who had complained 'that I was glad enough to see him when he came, but did not seem to miss him if he stayed away.']
And cannot pleasures, while they last,
Be actual, unless, when past,
They leave us shuddering and aghast,
With anguish smarting?
And cannot friends be fond and fast,
And yet bear parting?
And must I then, at Friendship's call,
Calmly resign the little all
(Trifling, I grant, it is, and small)
I have of gladness,
And lend my being to the thrall
Of gloom and sadness?
And think you that I should be dumb,
And full 'dolorum omnium.' Excepting when you choose to come
And share my dinner?
At other times be sour and glum,
And daily thinner?
Must he then only live to weep,
Who'd prove his friendship true and deep,
By day a lonely shadow creep,
At night rest badly,
Oft muttering in his broken sleep
The name of Radley?
The lover, if, for certain days,
His fair one be denied his gaze,
Sinks not in grief and wild amaze,
But, wiser wooer,
He spends the time in writing lays,
And posts them to her.
And if he be an Oxford Don,
Or 'Jonson's learned sock be on,' A touching Valentine anon
The post shall carry,
When thirteen days are come and gone
Of February.
Farewell, dear friend, and when we meet
In desert waste or crowded street,
Perhaps before this week shall fleet,
Perhaps to-morrow,
I trust to find your heart the seat
Of wasting sorrow.
Feb. 13, 1860.
# Phantasie für eine Orgelwalze

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart Phantasie für eine Orgelwalze, Allegro and Andante in F Minor, K. 608 1.jpg
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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# Phantasmagoria

a poem first published in 1869.
* "Phantasmagoria" in Phantasmagoria and Other Poems (1869)
* "Phantasmagoria" in Rhyme? and Reason? (1883)
* "Phantasmagoria" in The Complete Works of Lewis Carroll (1920)
# Phaedrus

is a dialogue between Plato's protagonist, Socrates, and Phaedrus, an interlocutor in several dialogues. The Phaedrus was presumably composed around 370 BCE, about the same time as Plato's Republic and Symposium.
English-language translations of el:Φαῖδρος include:
* Phaedrus, trans. by Thomas Taylor (1804) (transcription project)
* Phaedrus, trans. by Henry Cary (1854) (transcription project)
* Phaedrus, trans. by William Whewell (1860) (transcription project)
* Phaedrus, trans. by Josiah Wright (189-) (transcription project)
* The Opening of the "Phaedrus", trans. by Thomas Taylor & Floyer Sydenham, and revised by Thomas W. Rolleston (1892) (transcription project)
* Phaedrus, trans. by Benjamin Jowett (1892)
* Phaedrus, trans. by J. A. Stewart (1905) (transcription project)
* Phaedrus, trans. by H. N. Fowler (1913) (transcription project)
# Poems (1898)/A Maid's Defense

A MAID'S DEFENSE
'T were little to renounce what now I hold, Such riches as make poor: a pomp that tires, A vernal glow that kindles autumn fires, A youth that, wasteful in its haste, grows old; 'T were little to relinquish pleasure doled In meagre measure to my swift desires, To give what nor delights me nor inspires, In free exchange for Love's all-prizèd gold; Yet there is something it were pain to yield, Which I should part with, Love, in welcoming thee: A shy uncertainty that dearer seems Than e'en thy gifts, and is my fence and shield: The dim ideal of my waking dreams, The Love unknown, that distant, beckons me!
# Poems (1898)/A Rose

A ROSE
A single rose in yonder ruined bed Makes beauty where all beauty else had fled; Like love, which, careless or of time or death, About earth's shattered hopes its tendrils wreathing, Blooms in the wilderness, divinely breathing, Till all around grows fragrant with its breath.
# Poems (1898)/Art

ART
She stood a vision vestureless and fair, Glowing the canvas with her orient grace: A goddess grave she stood, with such a face As in Elysium the immortals wear. But some, unworthy, as they pondered there, Cold to the marvel of her look divine— Saw but a form undraped, in Beauty's shrine.
Then she, it seemed, rebuked them: "Old and young Have worshiped at the temple where I breathe, And deathless laurels, for my sake, enwreathe The brows of him from whose pure thought I sprung: Lips consecrate as yours his praise have sung,— Who neither sued for praise nor courted ease, But reverently wrought, as from his knees.
"No raiment can the base or mean reclaim, And that which sacred is must sacred be, Clothed but in rags or robed in modesty. In the endeavor still is felt the aim: The workman may by skill exalt his name, ​But, toiling fault and failure to redeem, Cannot create what's loftier than his dream!
"For chaste must be the soul that chastely sees, The thought enlightened, and the insight sure That separates the pure from the impure; And who Earth's humblest faith from error frees, Awakening ideal sympathies, Uplifts the savage from his kindred sod; Who shows him beauty speaks to him of God!"