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# Thom's Irish Who's Who/Macardle, Sir Thomas Callan

​MACARDLE, Sir Thomas Callan, K.B.E. (1920): a J.P.. D.L. for Co. Louth; Chairman Dundalk and Newry ​Steampacket Co., Ltd.: Director Macardle, Moore & Co., Ltd.: Director Eagle. Star and British Dominions Insurance Co. (Irish Board); Chairman Kinahan Bros. (Importers and Bonders), Ltd.: Director The Alpha Trust, Ltd.; Chairman Dundalk Race Co.. Ltd.; Chairman Louth Recruiting Committee and Pioneer of the Irish Tillage Movement; Director of Hargreave (Ireland), Ltd.: son of late E. H. Macardle, J.P., of Cambrieville, Dundalk; b. 1856. ms 1889, Minnie Lucy, dau. of Lieut.-Col. James Clarke Ross, late Scots Guards; Res.: St. Margaret's, Dundalk. Club: Stephen's Green, Dublin.
# Thom's Irish Who's Who/MacNaghten, Hon. Sir Malcolm Martin

​MACNAGHTEN, Hon. Sir Malcolm Martin, K.B.E. (1920), M.A. (Cantab.); (M.P. for N. Londonderry, from 1922); Barrister Lincoln's Inn. 1894; Bencher, 1915; K.C., 1919; Director of Foreign Office Claims: youngest son of late Right Hon. Lord Macnaghten. P.C., G.C.B.; b. 1869; m. 1899, Antonia Mary, dau. of late Right Hon. Charles Booth. Res.: 28 Campden House Court, London, W.8; 4 Paper Buildings, London, E.C.4; Portballintrae, Bushmills, Co. Antrim.
# Thom's Irish Who's Who/Macan, Arthur

​MACAN, Arthur, D.L., J P., Co. Louth; late Capt. 6th Batt. Royal Irish Rifles; eldest son of late Richard Macan, of Drumcashel, Co. Louth; b. 1852; m. 1877, Mary, eldest dau. of Lieut.-Col. W. J. Bellingham. Res.: Drumcashel, Castle Bellingham, Co. Louth. Sackville Street Club, Dublin.
# Thom's Irish Who's Who/MacNaghten, Hon. Sir Francis Alexander

​MacNAGHTEN, Hon. Sir Francis Alexander, Baronet (Unit. Kgd., 1836); eldest surviving son of late Lord Macnaghten, P.C, G.C.M.G. (Life Peerage) and Francis (d. 1903), dau. of late Right Hon. Sir Samuel Martin; b. 18th May, 1863; s. his nephew, Sir Arthur Douglas (killed in action 15th Sept., 1916), as 8th Bart.; m. 5th July, 1903, Beatrice, dau. of late Sir William Johnston Ritchie, Chief Justice of Canada. Res.: Dundarave, Bushmills, Co. Antrim.
# Thom's Irish Who's Who/MacSwiney, Miss Mary

​MacSWINEY, Miss Mary (M.P. for Cork City from 1922). Res.: 4 Belgrave Place, Cork.
# Thom's Irish Who's Who/MacSwiney of Mashanaglass, Marquess V. E. P.

Valentine Emmanuel Patrick MacSwiney
​MacSWINEY OF MASHANAGLASS, Marquess V. E. P., K.G.C.H.S., K.C.P. K.S.G.; B.-ès-Lettres Univ. of Paris; Chamberlain of Honour to H.H. Leo XIII., 1893, and Privy Chamberlain, 1895; or. hereditary Roman Marquess, 1898; Vice-President of International Scientific Congresses of Catholics at Fribourg, 1897, and Munich, 1900; Envoy Extraordinary of the Order of the Holy Sepulchre to the Crown Prince of Belgium, 1900; Privy Chamberlain to Pius X., 1904 (resigned office, 1909): one of the Apostolic Legation to Ireland for the consecration of Armagh Cathedral, 1904; one of the special delegation for the reception of diplomatic missions on the occasion of Pius X's Jubilee 1908; Inspecting Officer, Irish National, Volunteers for Co. Kerry, 1914; has Cross Pio Ecclet Pont.: Fellow R.S.A.I. Author of a volume on the International Scientific Congress of Catholics at Brussels, 1895,; volumes and pamphlets on the diplomatic relations between Portugal and the Holy See and Montenegro and the Holy See; many pamphlets and articles in English, French, Italian, and Spanish; son of V. P. MacSwiney and Emma Countess Konarska; b. 1871; m., 1st, 1895, Stella Cavalcanti de Albuquerque (mar. annulled by the Holy See); 2nd, 1910, H. H. Anna Countess Von. Schlitz, and has issue one son and two daus. Res.: 39 Upper Fitz William Street, Dublin.
# Thom's Irish Who's Who/Macalister, Robert Alexander Stewart

​MACALISTER, Robert Alexander Stewart, Litt.D., F.S.A., A.R.C.O.; Professor of Celtic Archæology, University College, Dublin; son of Professor Alexander Macalister; b. Dublin, 8th July, 1870, Educ: Rathmines School, Dublin; private study in Germany; Cambridge University. Director of Excavations, Palestine Exploration Fund, 1900-9. Pubns.: Studies in Irish Epigraphy, 3 vols., 1897-1907; Excavations in Palestine (with Dr. F. J. Bliss), 1902; The Vision of Merlino, 1903; Bible Sidelights from the Mound of Gezer, 1906; Two Irish Arthurian Romances, 1908; A History of Civilisation in Palestine, 1912; The Excavation of Gezer, 3 vols., 1912; The Philistines, Their History and Civilisation, 1913: A Grammar of the Nuri Language, 1914; Muiredaoh, Abbot of Monasterboice, His Life and Surroundings, 1914; The History and Antiquities of Inis Cealtra, 1916; Leabhar Gabhála (with Professor John MacNeill), vol. i., 1916; Temair Breg, A Study of the Remains and Traditions of Tara, 1918; The Life of Ciaran of Clonmacnois, 1920. Res.: University College, Dublin; 18 Mount Eden Road, Donnybrook, Co. Dublin.
# Thom's Irish Who's Who/Macan, Reginald Walter

​MACAN, Reginald Walter, D.Litt. (Oxon), and (Hon.) Dublin; Fellow of University College, Oxford, 1884-86; Master of University College, Oxford, from 1906; third son of late John Macan, Q.C., Judge of Court of Bankruptcy, Ireland; b. 1848; m. 1881, Mildred, dau. of R. Healey, of Liverpool. Res.: University College, Oxford.
# Thom's Irish Who's Who/MacMullen, James Finbarre

​MacMULLEN, James Finbarre, J.P, Co. Cork and City of Cork (High Sheriff. 1908), K.C.S.G. (1910): Architect and Civil Engineer. Educ. at Queen's College, Cork; son of late Barry MacMullen, of Cork; b. 1859: m. 1907, Margaretta Marie, dau. of John T. Murphy, Cork. Res.: 30 South Mall, Cork.
# Thom's Irish Who's Who/MacSweeney, T.

Terence James MacSwiney
​MacSWEENEY, T. (M.P. for Mid Cork from 1910).
# Tristram of Lyonesse and Other Poems/Epilogue

No. 21 of the 'Sonnets on English Dramatic Poets (1590-1650)' series
XXI.
EPILOGUE.
Our mother, which wast twice, as history saith, Found first among the nations: once, when she Who bore thine ensign saw the God in thee Smite Spain, and bring forth Shakespeare: once, when death Shrank, and Rome’s bloodhounds cowered, at Milton’s breath: More than thy place, then first among the free, More than that sovereign lordship of the sea Bequeathed to Cromwell from Elizabeth, More than thy fiery guiding-star, which Drake Hailed, and the deep saw lit again for Blake, More than all deeds wrought of thy strong right hand, This praise keeps most thy fame’s memorial strong, That thou wast head of all these streams of song, And time bows down to thee as Shakespeare’s land.
# Tristram of Lyonesse and Other Poems/George Chapman

No. 11 of the 'Sonnets on English Dramatic Poets (1590-1650)' series
XI.
GEORGE CHAPMAN.
HIGH priest of Homer, not elect in vain, Deep trumpets blow before thee, shawms behind Mix music with the rolling wheels that wind Slow through the labouring triumph of thy train: Fierce history, molten in thy forging brain, Takes form and fire and fashion from thy mind, Tormented and transmuted out of kind: But howsoe'er thou shift thy strenuous strain, Like Tailor smooth, like Fisher swollen, and now Grim Yarrington scarce bloodier marked than thou, Then bluff as Mayne's or broad-mouthed Barry's glee, Proud still with hoar predominance of brow And beard like foam swept off the broad blown sea, Where'er thou go, men's reverence goes with thee.
* ↑ Author of The Hog hath lost his Pearl.
* ↑ Author of Fuimus Troes, or the Trite Trojans.
* ↑ Author of Two Tragedies in One.
* ↑ Author of The City Match.
* ↑ Author of Ram-Alley, or Merry Tricks.
# Tristram of Lyonesse and Other Poems/Herse

HERSE.
When grace is given us ever to behold A child some sweet months old, Love, laying across our lips his finger, saith, Smiling, with bated breath, Hush! for the holiest thing that lives is here, And heaven’s own heart how near! How dare we, that may gaze not on the sun, Gaze on this verier one? Heart, hold thy peace; eyes, be cast down for shame; Lips, breathe not yet its name. In heaven they know what name to call it; we, How should we know? For, see! The adorable sweet living marvellous Strange light that lightens us Who gaze, desertless of such glorious grace, Full in a babe’s warm face! All roses that the morning rears are nought, All stars not worth a thought, Set this one star against them, or suppose As rival this one rose. What price could pay with earth’s whole weight of geld One least flushed roseleafs fold
Of all this dimpling store of smiles that shine From each warm curve and line, Each charm of flower-sweet flesh, to reillume The dappled rose-red bloom Of all its dainty body, honey-sweet Clenched hands and curled-up feet, That on the roses of the dawn have trod As they came down from God, And keep the flush and colour that the sky Takes when the sun comes nigh, And keep the likeness of the smile their grace Evoked on God’s own face When, seeing this work of his most heavenly mood, He saw that it was good? For all its warm sweet body seems one smile, And mere men’s love too vile To meet it, or with eyes that worship dims Read o’er the little limbs, Read all the book of all their beauties o’er, Rejoice, revere, adore, Bow down and worship each delight in turn, Laugh, wonder, yield, and yearn. But when our trembling kisses dare, yet dread, Even to draw nigh its head, And touch, and scarce with touch or breath surprise Its mild miraculous eyes Out of their viewless vision—O, what then, What may be said of men? What speech may name a new-born child? what word Earth ever spake or heard?
The best men’s tongue that ever glory knew Called that a drop of dew Which from the breathing creature’s kindly womb Came forth in blameless bloom. We have no word, as had those men most high, To call a baby by. Rose, ruby, lily, pearl of stormless seas— A better word than these, A better sign it was than flower or gem That love revealed to them: They knew that whence comes light or quickening flame, Thence only this thing came, And only might be likened of our love To somewhat born above, Not even to sweetest things dropped else on earth, Only to dew’s own birth. Nor doubt we but their sense was heavenly true, Babe, when we gaze on you, A dew-drop out of heaven whose colours are More bright than sun or star, As now, ere watching love dare fear or hope, Lips, hands, and eyelids ope, And all your life is mixed with earthly leaven. O child, what news from heaven?
# Tristram of Lyonesse and Other Poems/James Shirley

No. 14 of the 'Sonnets on English Dramatic Poets (1590-1650)' series
XIV.
JAMES SHIRLEY.
The dusk of day’s decline was hard on dark When evening trembled round thy glowworm lamp That shone across her shades and dewy damp A small clear beacon whose benignant spark Was gracious yet for loiterers’ eyes to mark, Though changed the watchword of our English camp Since the outposts rang round Marlowe’s lion ramp, When thy steed’s pace went ambling round Hyde Park.
And in the thickening twilight under thee Walks Davenant, pensive in the paths where he, The blithest throat that ever carolled love In music made of morning’s merriest heart, Glad Suckling, stumbled from his seat above And reeled on slippery roads of alien art.
# Tristram of Lyonesse and Other Poems/Euthanatos

Previously printed in The Athenæum, June 11th, 1881, p. 782.
EUTHANATOS.
In memory of Mrs. Thellusson.
Forth of our ways and woes, Forth of the winds and snows, A white soul soaring goes, Winged like a dove: So sweet, so pure, so clear, So heavenly tempered here, Love need not hope or fear her changed above:
Ere dawned her day to die, So heavenly, that on high Change could not glorify Nor death refine her: Pure gold of perfect love, On earth like heaven's own dove, She cannot wear, above, a smile diviner.
Her voice in heaven's own quire Can sound no heavenlier lyre Than here no purer fire Her soul can soar: No sweeter stars her eyes In unimagined skies Beyond our sight can rise than here before,
Hardly long years had shed Their shadows on her head: Hardly we think her dead, Who hardly thought her Old: hardly can believe The grief our hearts receive And wonder while they grieve, as wrong were wrought her.
But though strong grief be strong No word or thought of wrong May stain the trembling song, Wring the bruised heart, That sounds or sighs its faint Low note of love, nor taint Grief for so sweet a saint, when such depart.
A saint whose perfect soul, With perfect love for goal, Faith hardly might control, Creeds might not harden: A flower more splendid far Than the most radiant star Seen here of all that are in God's own garden.
Surely the stars we see Rise and relapse as we, And change and set, may be But shadows too: But spirits that man's lot Could neither mar nor spot Like these false lights are not, being heavenly true.
Not like these dying lights Of worlds whose glory smites The passage of the nights Through heaven's blind prison: Not like their souls who see, If thought fly far and free, No heavenlier heaven to be for souls rerisen.
A soul wherein love shone Even like the sun, alone, With fervour of its own And splendour fed, Made by no creeds less kind Toward souls by none confined, Could Death's self quench or blind, Love's self were dead.
February 4, 1881.
# Tristram of Lyonesse and Other Poems/First and Last

FIRST AND LAST.
Upon the borderlands of being, Where life draws hardly breath Between the lights and shadows fleeing Fast as a word one saith, Two flowers rejoice our eyesight, seeing The dawns of birth and death.
Behind the babe his dawn is lying Half risen with notes of mirth From all the winds about it flying Through new-born heaven and earth: Before bright age his day for dying Dawns equal-eyed with birth.
Equal the dews of even and dawn, Equal the sun’s eye seen A hand’s breadth risen and half withdrawn: But no bright hour between Brings aught so bright by stream or lawn To noonday growths of green.
Which flower of life may smell the sweeter To love’s insensual sense, Which fragrance move with offering meeter His soothed omnipotence, Being chosen as fairer or as fleeter, Borne hither or borne hence,
Love’s foiled omniscience knows not: this Were more than all he knows With all his lore of bale and bliss, The choice of rose and rose, One red as lips that touch with his, One white as moonlit snows.
No hope is half so sweet and good, No dream of saint or sage So fair as these are: no dark mood But these might best assuage; The sweet red rose of babyhood, The white sweet rose of age.
# Tristram of Lyonesse and Other Poems/Euonymos

EUONYMOS.
εὖ μὴν ᾖ τιμὴν ἐδἒδου νικηφόρος ἀλκὴ ἐκ νίκης ὄνομ’ ἔσχε φόβου κέαρ αἰὲν ἅθικτος.
A year ago red wrath and keen despair Spake, and the sole word from their darkness sent Laid low the lord not all omnipotent Who stood most like a god of all that were As gods for pride of power, till fire and air Made earth of all his godhead. Lightning rent The heart of empire’s lurid firmament, And laid the mortal core of manhood bare. But when the calm crowned head that all revere For valour higher than that which casts out fear, Since fear came near it never, comes near death, Blind murder cowers before it, knowing that here No braver soul drew bright and queenly breath Since England wept upon Elizabeth.
March 8, 1882.
# Tristram of Lyonesse and Other Poems/Hope and Fear

SONNETS
page
HOPE AND FEAR.
Beneath the shadow of dawn’s aerial cope, With eyes enkindled as the sun’s own sphere, Hope from the front of youth in godlike cheer Looks Godward, past the shades where blind men grope Round the dark door that prayers nor dreams can ope, And makes for joy the very darkness dear That gives her wide wings play; nor dreams that fear At noon may rise and pierce the heart of hope. Then, when the soul leaves off to dream and yearn, May truth first purge her eyesight to discern What once being known leaves time no power to appal; Till youth at last, ere yet youth be not, learn The kind wise word that falls from years that fall— ‘Hope thou not much, and fear thon not at all.’
# Tristram of Lyonesse and Other Poems/John Day

No. 13 of the 'Sonnets on English Dramatic Poets (1590-1650)' series
XIII.
JOHN DAY.
Day was a full-blown flower in heaven, alive With murmuring joy of bees and birds aswarm, When in the skies of song yet flushed and warm With music where all passion seems to strive For utterance, all things bright and fierce to drive Struggling along the splendour of the storm, Day for an hour put off his fiery form, And golden murmurs from a golden hive Across the strong bright summer wind were heard, And laughter soft as smiles from girls at play And loud from lips of boys brow-bound with May. Our mightiest age let fall its gentlest word, When Song, in semblance of a sweet small bird, Lit fluttering on the light swift hand of Day.
# Tristram of Lyonesse and Other Poems/John Ford

No. 6 of the 'Sonnets on English Dramatic Poets (1590-1650)' series
VI.
JOHN FORD.
Hew hard the marble from the mountain's heart Where hardest night holds fast in iron gloom Gems brighter than an April dawn in bloom, That his Memnonian likeness thence may start Revealed, whose hand with high funereal art Carved night, and chiselled shadow: be the tomb That speaks him famous graven with signs of doom Intrenched inevitably in lines athwart, As on some thunder-blasted Titan's brow His record of rebellion. Not the day Shall strike forth music from so stern a chord, Touching this marble: darkness, none knows how, And stars impenetrable of midnight, may. So looms the likeness of thy soul, John Ford.
# Tixall Poetry/A Glasse Window Broken

A Glasse Window Broken.
# Tixall Poetry/A Glass Lampe Broken

A Glass Lampe Broken.
# Tixall Poetry/A Glasse Watch-Cover

A Glasse Watch-Cover.
# Tixall Poetry/A Moral Song

XI.
A Moral Song.
# Tixall Poetry/A Glasse Ring Broken

A Glasse Ring Broken.
# Tixall Poetry/A Glasse Chayne Broken

A Glasse Chayne Broken.
# Tixall Poetry/A Glasse of Conserve of Roses Broken

A Glasse of Conserve of Roses Broken.
# Tixall Poetry/A Glass, on the One Side Concave, on the Other Convex, Broken

A Glass, on The One Side Concave, on The Other Convex, Broken.
# Tixall Poetry/A Glasse Bell in a Pendant, Broken

A Glasse Bell in a Pendant, Broken.
# Ultima Thule/Dedication

The collection is dedicated to G. W. G. (George Washington Greene)
DEDICATION.
DEDICATION.
TO G.W.G.
# Ultima Thule/Elegiac

ELEGIAC.
# Ultima Thule/From my Arm-Chair

FROM MY ARM-CHAIR.
To the Children of Cambridge,
# Ulster

First published in The Morning Post, April 9, 1912.
"Their webs shall not become garments, neither shall they cover themselves with their works: their works are works of inquity
and the act of violence is in their hands."    Isaiah lix. 6.
The dark eleventh hour Draws on and sees us sold
To every evil power We fought against of old - Rebellion, rapine, hate,
Oppression, wrong and greed Are loosed to rule our fate By England's art and deed.
The faith in which we stand, The laws we made and guard, Our honour, lives, and land Are given for reward To murder done by night To treason taught by day, To folly, sloth, and spite, And we are thrust away.
The blood our fathers spilt, Our love, our toils, our pains Are counted us for guilt And only bind our chains - Before an Empire's eyes The traitor claims his price. What need of further lies? We are the sacrifice.
We know the war prepared On every peaceful home We know the hells prepared For such as serve not Rome The terror, threats, and bread In market, hearth, and field - We know, when all is said, We perish if we yield.
Believe we dare not boast, Believe we dare not fear: We stand to pay the cost In all that men hold dear. What answer from the North? One Law, One Land, One Throne! If England drives us forth We shall not fall alone.
This work is in the public domain in the United States because it was published before January 1, 1929.
The longest-living author of this work died in 1936, so this work is in the public domain in countries and areas where the copyright term is the author's life plus 87 years or less. This work may be in the public domain in countries and areas with longer native copyright terms that apply the rule of the shorter term to foreign works.
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# Ultima Thule

ULTIMA THULE
by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW
BOSTON: HOUGHTON, MIFFLIN AND COMPANY. The Riverside Press, Cambridge. 1880.
Copyright, 1880, By HENRY W. LONGFELLOW.
RIVERSIDE, CAMBRIDGE: STEREOTYPED AND PRINTED BY H. O. HOUGHTON AND COMPANY.
CONTENTS
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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# Ultima Thule/Bayard Taylor

Bayard Taylor was a poet/journalist who died in 1878
POEMS.
BAYARD TAYLOR.
# Ultima Thule/Maiden and Weathercock

MAIDEN AND WEATHERCOCK.
# Ultima Thule/Jugurtha

JUGURTHA.
# Ultima Thule/Helen of Tyre

HELEN OF TYRE.
# Ultima Thule/My Cathedral

SONNETS.
MY CATHEDRAL.
# United States Statutes at Large/Volume 5/28th Congress/1st Session/Chapter 16

Chap. XVI.—An Act giving the assent of Congress to the holding of an extra session of the Legislative Assembly of the Territory of Iowa.
Be it enacted by the Senate and House of Representatives of the United States of America in Congress assembled,Extra session of Legislative Assembly of Iowa in 1844. Proviso. That the assent of Congress is hereby given to the holding of an extra session of the Legislative Assembly of the Territory of Iowa, in the month of June, eighteen hundred and forty-four: Provided, That no portion of the expense of such extra session shall be paid by the Government of the United States.
Approved, April 30, 1844.
# United States Statutes at Large/Volume 5/28th Congress/1st Session/Chapter 18

Chap. XVIII.—An Act to authorize the transfer of the names of pensioners from the agencies in the State of Kentucky to the agency in Cincinnati in the State of Ohio.
1844, ch. 63. On application of any pensioners resident in Kentucky, their names to be transferred to agency in Cincinnati.Be it enacted by the Senate and House of Representatives of the United States of America in Congress assembled, That the Secretary of the Treasury ​be, and he is hereby authorized to direct the names of any pensioners, resident in the State of Kentucky, to be transferred, on the application of such pensioner, from the agencies in the State of Kentucky, to the agency in Cincinnati, in the State of Ohio.
Approved, May 23, 1844.
# United States Statutes at Large/Volume 5/28th Congress/1st Session/Chapter 2

Chap. II.—An Act to refund the fine imposed on General Andrew Jackson.
Be it enacted by the Senate and House of Representatives of the United States of America in Congress assembled,To refund $1000 with interest from 31st March 1815. That the sum of one thousand dollars, paid by General Andrew Jackson, as a fine imposed on him at New Orleans, the thirty-first day of March, Anno Domini one thousand eight hundred and fifteen, be repaid to him, together with the interest, at the rate of six per centum a year since then, out of any moneys in the Treasury not otherwise appropriated.
Approved, February 16, 1844.
# United States Statutes at Large/Volume 5/28th Congress/1st Session/Chapter 37

Chap. XXXVII.—An Act directing a disposition of the maps and charts of the Survey of the Coast.
Maps and charts may be disposed of, &c.Be it enacted by the Senate and House of Representatives of the United States of America in Congress assembled, That the Secretary of the Treasury be, and he is hereby, authorized to dispose of the maps and charts of the survey of the coast of the United States at such prices and under such regulations as may from time to time be fixed by the said Secretary; and that a number of copies of each sheet, not to exceed three hundred, be presented to such foreign governments, and departments of our own government, and literary and scientific associations as the Secretary of the Treasury may direct.
Approved, June 3, 1844.