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# Modern Russian Poetry/"How Strange, Oh God"

"HOW STRANGE, OH, GOD"
How strange, oh, God, as in sleep's euthanasia,
Thy earth today.
Behind the window, each like an acacia,
The poplars sway.
From my small muff my hand withdrawing slightly,
I find it dry.
And from my furs, as though May touched them lightly,
Faint perfumes fly.
And through the night dark troubled dreams are rearing:
They choke and cling.
How shall I then forbear at last from fearing,
Oh, God, thy Spring?
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# Modern Russian Poetry/"My Poems!"

"MY POEMS! WITNESSES OF UNAVAILING"
My poems! Witnesses of unavailing
Tears for the sad earth shed!
Born in the moment when the soul is failing,
And by the storm-winds bred;
Against men's hearts you beat with wistful wailing
Like waves on cliffs as dead.
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# Modern Russian Poetry/"Broad Gold, the Evening"

"BROAD GOLD, THE EVENING"
Broad gold, the evening colors glow,
The April air is cool and tender.
You should have come ten years ago,
And yet in welcome I surrender.
Come here, sit closer in our nook,
And turn gay eyes at what my nurses
Might never glimpse: the blue-bound book
That holds my awkward childish verses.
Forgive me that I did not look
Sunward with joy, but dwelt with sorrow,
Forgive me all whom I mistook
For you, oblivious of the morrow.
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# Modern Russian Poetry/"Hopes Painted by the Autumn Cold"

Written in 1916, first published in 1917.
"HOPES PAINTED BY THE AUTUMN COLD"
Hopes, painted by the autumn cold, are shining,
My steady horse plods on, like quiet fate,
His moist dun lip is catching at the lining
When the coat, flapping, flutters and falls straight.
On a far road the unseen traces, leading
Neither to rest nor battle, lure and fade;
The golden heel of day will flash, receding,
And labors in the chest of years be laid.
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# Modern Russian Poetry/"Into Crimson Dark"

"INTO CRIMSON DARK"
Into crimson dark thou goest, Thy vast orbits mock the eye. Small the echo that thou throwest, Far, I hear thy footfalls die.
Art thou near?—too far for greeting? Lost in topless altitudes? Shall I wait a sudden meeting Where sonorous stillness broods?
In the solitude resounding Distant footsteps echo free. Is it thou who flamest, bounding Circles of infinity?
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# Modern Russian Poetry/"I Seek for Rhythmic Whisperings"

"I SEEK FOR RHYTHMIC WHISPERINGS"
I seek for rhythmic whisperings
Where noises bandy— For life I listen wistfully
In footless banter.
I cast wide nets and tentative
In lakes of sorrow.
I go toward final tenderness
By pathways sordid.
I look for dewdrops glistering
In falsehood's gardens.
I save truth's globules glistening,
From dust-heaps garnered.
I fain would fathom fortitude
Through years of wormwood— And pierce the mortal fortalice,
Yet live, a worldling.
My cup, through ways impassable,
To bear, untainted;
By tenebrous bleak passages
To joy attaining.
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# Modern Russian Poetry/"In the Clear Cold"

Written in 1916, first published in 1917.
"IN THE CLEAR COLD"
In the clear cold the dales grow blue and tremble;
The iron hoofs beat sharply, knock on knock.
The faded grasses in wide skirts assemble
Flung copper where the wind-blown branches rock.
From empty straths, a slender arch ascending:
Fog curls upon the air and, moss-wise, grows,
And evening, low above the wan streams bending,
In their white waters washes his blue toes.
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# Men-at-the-Bar/Symon, William

​Symon, William, M.A. St. Andrews Univ., practises before the supreme court at Adelaide, a student of Gray's Inn 11 May, 1876, called to the bar 27 Jan., 1879 (4th son of James Symon, of Stirling, gent.); born , 1815.
    Adelaide, South Australia.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Symonds, Edward

​Symonds, Edward, undergraduate Exeter Coll., Oxon, matric. London Univ. 1862, a student of Lincoln's Inn 18 April, 1868 (then aged 21), called to the bar 6 June, 1871 (eldest son of Rev. George Edward Symonds, of Thaxted, Essex); born , 1847.
    Great Leghs, Chelmsford.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Symons-Jeune, John Frederic

​Symons-Jeune, John Frederic, assumed the additional surname of Symons by royal licence 28 Oct., 1878, lieut. West Somerset yeomanry cavalry, educated at Rugby, a clerk in the House of Lords, a student of the Inner Temple 6 Nov., 1876 (then aged 26), called to the bar 7 May, 1884 (2nd son of late Rt. Rev. Francis Jeune, bishop of Peterborough); born , 1850; married 27 March, 1873, Frances Susanna, younger dau. of late Richard Hanmer Bunbury, Esq., and has issue (see Foster's Baronetage, Bunbury). :Watlington Park, Tetsworth, Oxon; 4, St. George's Square, Pimlico, S.W.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Synnott, Nicholas Joseph

​Synnott, Nicholas Joseph, B.A. London Univ. 1877, from Stonyhurst Coll., a member of the Northern circuit, a student of the Middle Temple 15 Nov., 1876, called to the bar 25 June, 1879 (eldest son of Thomas Synnott, Esq., of Innismore, Glenageary, co. Dublin); born , .
    Innismore, Glenageary, co. Dublin; 1, Pump Court, Temple, E.C.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Tagore, Gannendro Mohun

​Tagore, Gannendro Mohun, Hindoo jurist, adopted his caste name as his English surname, a student of Lincoln's Inn 28 Sept., 1859 (then aged 33), called to the bar 11 June, 1862 (only son of Prossono Comar, Tajore, of Bengal, zemindar, clerk assistant to legal council India); born , 1826.
    17, Collingham Road, S.W.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Symmons, Israel Alexander

​Symmons, Israel Alexander, matric. Univ. Coll., London, 1879, a student of the Middle Temple 25 April, 1881, equity scholar 188-, real and personal property scholar 188-, called to the bar 17 June, 1885 (2nd son of Samuel Symmons, late of London, dec.); born , .
    11, High Holborn, W.C.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Taaffe, Rickard John

​Taaffe, Rickard John, matric. London Univ. 1871 from Amersham Hall School, a member of the South-eastern circuit, a student of Lincoln's Inn 1 Jan., 1873 (then aged 19), called to the bar 26 Jan., 1876 (eldest son of Rickard Patrick Burke Taaffe, of Brighton, M.D.); born , 1854; married 4 July, 1876, Jane, eldest dau. of late John Yearsley, Esq.
    16, St. Luke's Road, Bayswater, W.; 1, Hare Court, Temple, E.C.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Tabor, Robert Montagu

​Tabor, Robert Montagu, M.A., LL.M., King's Coll., Camb., 1871, junior examiner education department since 1877, inspector of schools 1876-7, a member of the South-eastern circuit, a student of the Inner Temple 14 Oct., 1867 (then aged 21), called to the bar 17 Nov., 1870 (eldest son of Rev. Robert Stammers Tabor, M.A., of Cheam, Surrey); born , 1846; married 7 April, 1874, Annie Eliza Mary, only child of Kempster M. Knapp, R.N., of Dartmouth.
    Cheam, Surrey.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Tahourdin, Charles John

​Tahourdin, Charles John, B.A., Lincoln Coll., Oxon, 1863, a student of Lincoln's Inn 23 Nov., 1863 (then aged 22), called to the bar 26 Jan., 1867 (eldest son of Charles Tahourdin, of Westminster, solicitor); born , 1841; married 28 March, 1867, Julia, younger dau. of E. W. Duffin, of London, M.D.
    29, Cleveland Gardens, W.; 1, Mitre Court Buildings, E.C.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Taaffe, Herbert Gerald

​Taaffe, Herbert Gerald, matric. London Univ. 1880, a student of Lincoln's Inn 14 Nov., 1881 (then aged 19), called to the bar 26 Jan., 1885 (2nd son of Rickard Patrick Burke Taaffe, of Brighton, physician); born 2 Jan., 1862.
    45, Old Steine, Brighton.
# Moral Pieces, in Prose and Verse/Rapidity of Time

RAPIDITY OF TIME.
EV'N while we pause, the rapid date
 Of life comes rushing on,
The sad heart feels the stroke of fate,
 We tremble and are gone:
Gone and forgot, the mourning eye
 May moisten as we sleep;
But time shall sooth the rushing sigh,
 And dry the eyes that weep.
A little mound of turf, alone
 Shall shade our senseless breast;
The clay-cold sod, the burial stone,
Made dark with storms, with moss o'ergrown,
 Shall mark our place of rest.
# Moral Pieces, in Prose and Verse/Our Country

OUR COUNTRY.
REFLECTIONS ON THE MORNING OF THE ANNIVERSARY OF OUR INDEPENDENCE, JULY 4, 1814.
HENCE—ye rude sounds, that wake me from my sleep,
And fright away my dreams, peaceful and pure.
I shudder at the cannon's deafning roar,
The martial echo, and the shout of joy
Where joy is not. For say—can joy be there
Where honour and the blissful time of peace
Are parted names? And you, ye peaceful bells,
That call the meek soul to the house of prayer,
Why with your hallow'd voices will ye swell
This morning tumult? Oh, that ye would leave
Me to my slumbers; better 'twere to dream
Of weariness and woe, to scale the cliff
Snow crown'd and dizzy, see the foe approach,
And when you spring to motion find the limbs
Stiff—and the tongue enchain'd; or dare the flood
Upon some broken bridge—Ah! better far
To suffer for an hour, and rise in peace,
Than to muse waking on disastrous war
And glory lost. To wake, alas, and think
That honour once was ours, and find it not,
Is but to wake to pain. To see the wounds
Our bleeding country bears, and then to find
No balm in Gilead—no physician there,
Is more than torture. Hence! away, ye sounds
Of revelry and mirth; your tones are harsh,
Your melody discordant; for the heart
Responds not to them. Ye, that joy so much,
Look to the heights of Queenston; see the plains
Where bleach the bones of valour; hear the voice
Of treachery false-hearted; hear the tones
Of jarring counsels; hear the widow's wail!
Look where the troubled skies are red, with light
Of flaming villages—and meteors wild
Glare o'er the darken'd concave!
 Who are these,
That from their cold and humid beds arise?
The chiefs of other days. They fought, they bled,
When war was righteous, and they slept in peace.
Dark on their brows, a frown indignant sits,
And hollow voices on the midnight blast
Tell of disgrace and death.—But do you say
These are the visions of a fearful mind?
And you are still for war? Then sound the charge,
Urge on the combat—bid the battle rage—
The victim bleed—the lonely orphan mourn.
If deeds like these delight you, take your fill,
And shout, and triumph, in the groans of pain.
Since war you love, then arm you for the fight,
Bind on the shield, and grasp the sword, and throw
A stronger fence around the endanger'd home
Of those you love. And since for war you call,
Prepare for war; and train your infant sons
To deeds of daring; let no voice of peace
Or mercy reach them, lest it enervate
Souls given to war; but let the tale of blood
Sooth them to slumber, and the trumpet's clang
Break up their cradle dream. Since war you will,
Then arm you for the deeds and woes of war;
Stand firm and stedfast; for your Country looks
That those who urge her on so mad a course,
Should not desert her in her day of need.
But let the Christian place a stronger trust
In Him the God of Might, who sits serene
Ruling the tumults of this jarring world,
And marking for himself the righteous soul,
Who, whether prison'd in a cell of pain,
Or driven to fields of blood, or tost on waves
Dark and tempestuous, at length shall rise
With rapture to that calm and pure abode,
Where war, and woe, and error cannot come.
# Moral Pieces, in Prose and Verse/Pope

POPE.
"CURST be the verse, how well so e'er it flow,
"That tends to make one honest man my foe,
"Give virtue, scandal; innocence, a fear;
"Or from the soft-ey'd virgin steal a tear."
Too well may be applied to this fine writer, the following imitation.
SHAME to the man! how well so e'er he write,
Who mingles fair with foul, and wrong with right; Gives pain to virtue, spotted robes to truth,
And crimsons o'er the bashful cheek of youth.
# Moral Pieces, in Prose and Verse/Psalm CXIX 1

PSALM CXIX.
"Unless thy law had been my delight, I should then have perished in my affliction."
HAD not thy righteous law been my delight,
When friends forsook and earthly comforts fled,
 And cruel foes display'd their envious spite,
Most surely I had sunk among the dead,
And cold oblivion's dew had rested on my head.
 Yet still I live, Oh, let my praise arise,
To Him who, cloth'd with majesty and might,
 And seated in his temple of the skies,
Sends gifts to man, with peace, and life, and light;
But thou, my soul, art vile and sinful in his sight.
Oh, lead me from those paths with error fraught,
Whose snares too oft my heedless steps betide;
 Restrain the hasty speech, and roving thought,
And fear of feeble man, and causeless pride,
And all the secret ills that in my heart reside.
# Moral Pieces, in Prose and Verse/Parting

PARTING.
FEW friends have we on earth, and when they part,
The nerve unwinds whose tension tears the heart; And the wan brow all blanch'd with sorrow, turns:
Cold, sunk, and pallid as the clay it mourns.
# Moral Pieces, in Prose and Verse/Procrastination

PROCRASTINATION.
"LIVE well to day"—a spirit cries,
To day be good—to day be wise;
But something inward seems to tell,
Another day will do as well.
"Now is the time the accepted time," Speaks audibly a page sublime;
Another creed is heard to say,
Wait till a more convenient day.
Enquir'st thou which of these is truth?
Which to obey—unwary youth?
Go—ask of nature in thy walk.
The rose-bud, dying on its stalk,
The fading grass—the withering tree,
Are emblems of thy fate and thee.
Ask of the stream or torrent hoarse,
To linger in its wonted course;
Ask of the bird to stay its flight,
Bid the pale moon prolong her light,
And listen to their answering tone,
"A future day is not our own."
And is it thine? Oh, spurn the cheat,
Resist the smooth—the dire deceit;
Lest, while thou dream'st of long delay,
Thine hour of action pass away,
Thy prospects fade—thy joys be o'er,
Thy time of hope return no more.
Ask of the Roman—pale with fear,
While judgment thunder'd in his ear,
Who to the warning friend could say
"I'll hear thee on a future day;"
Ask him if Time confirm'd his claim,
Or that good season ever came?
Go, ask of him, whom demons urge
To leap this dark world's dizzy verge,
Who on his thorny pillow pain'd,
Sees no reprieve or pardon gain'd.
Oh! ask that dying man the price
Of one short hour of thoughtless vice;
What would he pay—what treasure give,
For one brief season more to live,
One hour to spend in anxious care,
In duty, penitence, and prayer!
Ask of the grave; a voice replies—
"No knowledge, wisdom, or device,"
Beauty, or strength possess the gloom
Where thou shalt find thy narrow home.
Delay no longer; lest thy breath
Should quiver in the sigh of death;
But inward turn thy thoughtful view,
And what thy spirit dictates—do.
# Moral Pieces, in Prose and Verse/Paraphrase of Cleopatra's Advice to Mark Anthony when Angling

PARAPHRASE ON CLEOPATRA'S ADVICE TO MARK ANTHONY WHEN ANGLING.
"FIX not thine eyes upon that shallow brook,
"Nor lure the silly fishes to thy hook,
"Let cities, thrones, and empires be thine aim,
"And like a Roman get thyself a name."
Fix not thy hopes upon an airy dream,
Nor lose thy short line in this troubled stream;
But seek the nobler prize to virtue given,
And like a Christian fix thine eye on Heaven.
# Montana-Dakota Utilities Company v. Northwestern Public Service Company

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United States Supreme Court
341 U.S. 246
Montana-Dakota Utilities Company v. Northwestern Public Service Company
Argued: Nov. 27, 1950. --- Decided: May 7, 1951
Mr. William D. Mitchell, Washington, D.C., for petitioner.
Mr. Jacob M. Lashly, St. Louis, Mo., for respondent.
Mr. Howard E. Wahrenbrock, Washington, D.C., for Federal Power Commission, amicus curiae, by special leave of Court.
Mr. Justice JACKSON delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# New York Life Insurance Company v. Gamer

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United States Supreme Court
303 U.S. 161
New York Life Insurance Company v. Gamer
Argued: Jan. 13, 1938. --- Decided: Feb 14, 1938
Messrs. James A. Poore, of Butte, Mont., and M. S. Gunn, of Helena, Mont., Chas. R. Leonard and W. D. Kyle, both of Butte, Mont., for petitioner.
[Argument of Counsel from pages 161-163 intentionally omitted]
Mr. William Meyer, of Butte, Mont., for respondent.
[Argument of Counsel from page 164 intentionally omitted]
Mr. Justice BUTLER delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# New York Life Insurance Company v. Hendren

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## Dissenting Opinion

    Bradley
United States Supreme Court
92 U.S. 286
New York Life Insurance Company v. Hendren
ERROR to the Supreme Court of Appeals of the State of Virginia.
The plaintiff in error, a company incorporated under the laws of the State of New York, having its home office in New-York City, issued its policy of insurance, bearing date Aug. 25, 1856, to Mrs. Hendren, the defendant in error, on the life of her husband. The insurance was negotiated through an agent of the company at Norfolk, in Virginia, in which State Mrs. Hendren and her husband then, and until his death, resided. He died Aug. 15, 1862.
She brought this suit to recover the amount of the policy. Judgment was rendered in her favor in the Court of the Corporation of the City of Norfolk, which was affirmed by the Supreme Court of Appeals of the State. The company sued out this writ of error.
Mr. Edward O. Hinkley for the plaintiff in error.
Mr. Albert Ritchie, contra.
MR. CHIEF JUSTICE WAITE delivered the opinion of the court.

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# New York Life Insurance Company v. Head (234 U.S. 166)

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United States Supreme Court
234 U.S. 166
New York Life Insurance Company v. Head (234 U.S. 166)
Argued: March 10, 1914. --- Decided: June 8, 1914
Messrs. James H. McIntosh, Gardiner Lathrop, Cyrus Crane, O. W. Pratt, and S. W. Moore for plaintiff in error.
Messrs. Buckner F. Deatherage, James S. Botsford, Goodwin Creason, W. P. Borland, and James A. Reed for defendant in error.
Mr. Chief Justice White delivered the opinion of the court:

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# New York Life Insurance Company v. Head

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# New York Life Insurance Company v. Head (234 U.S. 166)/Opinion of the Court

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United States Supreme Court
234 U.S. 166
New York Life Insurance Company v. Head (234 U.S. 166)
Argued: March 10, 1914. --- Decided: June 8, 1914
This case is governed by the opinion in No. 254, just decided [[[234 U.S. 149]], 58 L. ed. --, 34 Sup. Ct. Rep. 879]. The policy sued on was one of the two issued to Richard G. Head in Kansas City, Missouri, in favor of his minor son. It was delivered at Kansas City and the first premium paid there, as in the previous case, and the subsequent premiums were paid in New Mexico. There was borrowed upon the policy by authority of the proper probate court in New Mexico the sum of $2,270, under a loan agreement and pledge; there was a default and an adjustment of the policy as in the other case. The case was tried in the court of first instance with the other case, was embraced in the supreme court of Missouri by the same opinion by which the other case was disposed of, and there thus being no distinction between the two cases, for reasons given in the other case, No. 254, the judgment is reversed.

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# New York Life Insurance Company v. Head (234 U.S. 149)

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United States Supreme Court
234 U.S. 149
New York Life Insurance Company v. Head
Argued: March 10, 1914. --- Decided: June 8, 1914
Messrs. James H. McIntosh, Gardiner Lathrop, Cyrus Crane, O. W. Pratt, and S. W. Moore for plaintiff in error.
[Argument of Counsel from page 150 intentionally omitted]
Messrs. Bucker F. Deatherage, James S. Botsford, Goodwin Creason, W. P. Borland, and
[Argument of Counsel from page 151 intentionally omitted] James A. Reed for defendant in error.
[Argument of Counsel from pages 152-154 intentionally omitted]
Mr. Chief Justice White delivered the opinion of the court:

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# Moby-Dick (1851) US edition/Chapter 38

CHAPTER XXXVIII.
dusk.
By the Mainmast; Starbuck leaning against it.
My soul is more than matched; she's overmanned; and by a madman! Insufferable sting, that sanity should ground arms ​on such a field! But he drilled deep down, and blasted all my reason out of me! I think I see his impious end; but feel that I must help him to it. Will I, nill I, the ineffable thing has tied me to him; tows me with a cable I have no knife to cut. Horrible old man! Who’s over him, he cries;—aye, he would be a democrat to all above; look, how he lords it over all below! Oh! I plainly see my miserable office,— to obey, rebelling; and worse yet, to hate with touch of pity! For in his eyes I read some lurid woe would shrivel me up, had I it. Yet is there hope. Time and tide flow wide. The hated whale has the round watery world to swim in, as the small gold-fish has its glassy globe. His heaven-insulting purpose, God may wedge aside. I would up heart, were it not like lead. But my whole clock’s run down; my heart the all-controlling weight, I have no key to lift again.
[A burst of revelry from the forecastle.
Oh, God! to sail with such a heathen crew that have small touch of human mothers in them! Whelped somewhere by the sharkish sea. The white whale is their demigorgon. Hark! the infernal orgies! that revelry is forward! mark the unfaltering silence aft! Methinks it pictures life. Foremost through the sparkling sea shoots on the gay, embattled, bantering bow, but only to drag dark Ahab after it, where he broods within his sternward cabin, builded over the dead water of the wake, and further on, hunted by its wolfish gurglings. The long howl thrills me through! Peace! ye revellers, and set the watch! Oh, life! ’tis in an hour like this, with soul beat down and held to knowledge,—as wild, untutored things are forced to feed—Oh, life! ’tis now that I do feel the latent horror in thee! but ’tis not me! that horror’s out of me! and with the soft feeling of the human in me, yet will I try to fight ye, ye grim, phantom futures! Stand by me, hold me, bind me, O ye blessed influences!