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# Poems of Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) in Heath’s Book of Beauty, 1836/Amina

* AMINA
* Painted by H. LiversedgeEngraved by H. T. Ryall
From Chairolas, Prince of Paida, with Other Tales, Philadelphia, 1836, pages 91-92
91
AMINA.
BY L. E. L.
Not yet to the dancers—love, leave not thy seat; My own is the ground that is touched by thy feet. They'll not miss thee, tho' thine be the foot and the hand, The lightest, the whitest, that shine thro’ their band.
Give not to the revel a look nor a thought: Mine own be the moment which dearly I’ve bought.
I know not what Fate will demand for delay; I know I am happy—I know I will stay. No power upon earth but thy own can divide My heart from thy heart, and my step from thy side.
II.
I see thy lip tremble, I see thy cheek white, And thy large eyes look strangely upon me to-night. But I call not back, maiden, one word I have said; There is blood on my hand, and a price on my head;
One merit—one only, my faults may atone; Whatever I am—I am truly thine own: One wave of thy hand, or one look from thine eye, O'er the wide world would send me, that world to defy. I love thee, Amina! as few ever love; I Look to thy face as to heaven above; For thy sake I think of my earlier years; I bring to thy bosom its memories and tears.
III.
I saw thee—the parasite creepers had made Of leaves and of blossoms a sweet ambuscade;
The flowers their rich colours and faint perfume shed, And the fragrant grass pillowed thy delicate head; The fountain beside thee reflected thy face, Thy long hair fell round thee with exquisite grace: I only remember, of all I sought there, The turn of thy neck, and the fall of thy hair. The sword that I wear has been idle since then; My pistols are rusted, impatient my men. Now, gloomy the tidings that come o'er the sea: I must not stay longer in fair St. Lucie.
IV.
Look out from the lattice—the moon's on the tide: She rules it as thou shall rule me when my bride. In yon inland creek rocking a light vessel lies, 'Tis a bird on the wing ere it sweep through the skies;
Amid the dark branches of shadowy green Like boughs that are leafless her tall spars are seen. Come with me to yon vessel, my beloved and my own! Her deck is my kingdom, and shall be thy throne: Come, queen of the wild waves! Amina! with me, And leave the green valleys of fair St. Lucie.
V.
No home made too lonely will darken thy mind; No father, no mother, thou leavest behind; There are no old affections thy heart to divide: I am glad there is no one to love thee beside. If this hour unites us, we never shall part: My fairy! my flower! come home to my heart. Dost thou see a dark shadow, far away on the main? 'Tis the frigates that seek me, and seek me in vain. Thy sweet eyes are downcast—mine own thou wilt be. Come far over ocean from fair St. Lucie!
# Poems of Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) in Heath’s Book of Beauty, 1839

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Poems of Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) in Heath’s Book of Beauty, 1839
compiled by Peter J. Bolton
* Mrs. Maberly
* Miss Cockayne
# Poems of Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) in Heath’s Book of Beauty, 1833/The Mask

* THE MASK
* Painted by HarperEngraved by H. Cook
THE MASK.
Unveil'd, unmask'd! not so, not so!  Ah! thine are closer worn Than those which, in light mockery,  One evening thou hast borne. The mask and veil which thou dost wear  Are of thyself a part; No mask can ever hide thy face  As that conceals thy heart. Thy smiles, they sparkle o'er thy brow,  Like sunbeams to and fro; But no one in their light can read  The depths that lurk below. The tears, how beautiful they shine  Within thy large dark eyes! But who can tell what is the cause  From which those tears arise? E'en as thy curls are train'd to fall  Around thy angel face, So every look thy features wear  Is tutor'd in its grace. No eager impulses ere fling  Their warmth upon thy cheek;
No varying hues, from red to pale,  Thy inward feelings speak. Thine atmosphere is festival;  Thy hand is on the lute; And lightest in the midnight dance  We see thy fairy foot. The many deem this happiness—  I see it is a task; Young without youth, gay without mirth,  Thine is the veil and mask. I mark thy constant restlessness,  Thy eagerness for change; I know it is the wretched one  Who thus desires to range. And thou dost flee from solitude  As if a fiend were there,
And communing with thine own thoughts  Were more than thou couldst bear. Slight are the signs by which I put  Thy mask and veil aside, And look upon thy wounded love,  And on thy wounded pride. 'Tis not for one, proud, fair, like thee  To perish or to pine; A higher lot is cast for thee—  A higher will is thine! Oh! misery to keep the heart  Lone, like some sacred fane, And when it owns its deity,  Find it was own'd in vain!
Yet, far worse misery to know  Our faith no veiled thing: Methinks that we can bear the pain,  If we can hide the sting. But, out upon consoling friends!  The anguish one may brook; But not officious sympathy—  The soothing word or look. Pity from all the common herd,  Whom most we must despise— Perish the sigh upon the lips,  The tear within the eyes! Alas! what depths of wretchedness  The human soul can know! How bitterly the waters taste,  Which seem in light to flow! For love and hope, those leaves which give  Their sweetness to the wave, Flung with no blessing, lose their charm,  And find the stream their grave! Ah! even as at coming night  The careful flowers close— So should our heart call in its hopes,  And on itself repose. But let it not be lull'd by dreams,  That weep whene'er they wake— For every heart that lives by love,  A thousand beat and break!
# Poems of Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) in Heath’s Book of Beauty, 1836

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Poems of Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) in Heath’s Book of Beauty, 1836
compiled by Peter J. Bolton
Contents
* Lady Caroline Maxsé
* The Lady Egerton
* Amina
# Poems of Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) in Heath’s Book of Beauty, 1839/Mrs Maberly

* MRS. MABERLY
* Painted by A. E. Chalon R. A.Engraved by W. H. Mote
LINES ON THE
PORTRAIT OF MRS. MABERLY.
BY L. E. L.
What may be the music
 Wandering from the chords?
Does some air Italian,
 Scarcely need of words?
Is the strain of sadness,
 When the spirit’s wings
Deepen with the shadows
 Of remembered things?
Are the notes more mirthful,
 Waking in the heart
All those pleasant fancies,
 Which so soon depart?
Tell me, lovely ladye,
 Who art leaning there,
In the golden shadow
 Of thy golden hair—
Of what art thou singing?
 Yet in vain I ask;
Many moods doth music
 Bring its graceful task.
Strange must be the sorrow,
 Dark must be the hour,
Which would not, bright ladye,
 Own thy harp and power.
# Poems of Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) in Heath’s Book of Beauty, 1839/Miss Cockayne

* MISS COCKAYNE
* Painted by A. E. Chalon R. A.Engraved by W. H. Mote
ON THE
PORTRAIT OF MISS COCKAYNE.
BY L. E. L.
A dark-eyed beauty, one on whom the south
 Has lavished loveliness—the red rose stooping,
Has cast its shadow on that small, sweet mouth,
 Whose lip is with its weight of sweetness drooping.   Like the dark hyacinth in the early spring,  Those long, soft curls in graceful rings descending,
Dark as the feather of the raven's wing,
 With just one touch of golden sunshine blending.
Fair as thou art, a deeper charm is thine—  So sweet a face inspires a thousand fancies: The history that we know not we divine,
 And, for thy sake, invent such fair romances.
And give thee fancied names; and say, less bright
 Were they, the heroines of chivalric story,
When ready spears flung round their silver light,
 And Beauty gave the noblest crown to glory.
Such were the eyes that over Surrey cast
 The deep enchantment of his graceful numbers;
What time the early vision by him past,  Of Geraldine, just lulled in magic slumbers.
So soft, so dark the eyes that governed Spain,  When Isabella was the worshiped sovereign,
The crown of gold and pearl could scarce restrain  The raven curls around her forehead hovering.
These are but fancies—thou art of our time,
 Of some sweet present home the hope and pleasure:
Not to the past, nor to some foreign clime,
 Need we to wander for the English treasure.
Our early flowers are springing at her feet;
 Our stars, their watch above, her path are keeping;
Our native words from that young mouth came sweet;
 Ours is her laughter—ours her gentle weeping.
Be those dark eyes long ignorant of tears—
 Clear be the summer sky that bendeth o’er thee;
Be Hope the planet which thy fate enspheres,
 And long and bright the path life spreads before thee.
# Poems of Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) in Heath’s Book of Beauty, 1833/The Choice

* DONNA JULIA
* Painted by F. StoneEngraved by H. Robinson
THE CHOICE.
The Spanish lady sat alone within her evening bower, And, sooth to say, her thoughts were such as suited well the hour; For, shining on the myrtle-leaves until they shone again, The moonlight fell amid the boughs like light and glittering rain.
The ground was strewn with cactus flowers, the fragile and the fair— Fit emblems of our early hopes—so perishing they are; The jasmine made a starry roof, like some Arabian hall; And sweet there floated on the air a distant fountain's fall.
She leant her head upon her hand: "I know not which to choose— Alas! whichever choice I make, the other I must lose.
They say my eyes are like the stars; and if they are so bright, Methinks they should be as those stars, and shed o'er all their light.
"Don Felix rides the boldest steed, and bears the stoutest lance, And gallantly above his helm his white plumes wave and dance: But then Don Guzman—when the night and dews are falling round, How sweet beneath my lattice comes his lute's soft numbers' sound!
"Don Felix has in trumph borne my colours round the ring; Three courses, for my beauty's sake, he rode before the King. Don Guzman he has breathed in song a lover's gentle care— And many who know not my face, yet know that it is fair."
The inconstant moon, now bright, now veil'd, shone o'er the changing tide; The wind shook down the flowers, but still new flowers their place supplied; And echo'd by some far-off song, the lady's voice was heard— "Alas! I know not which to choose!" was aye her latest word.
Yet, ere that moon was old, we saw the Donna Julia ride Gay on her snowy palfrey, as Don Alonzo's bride. The bride was young and beautiful, the bridegroom stern and old,— But the silken rein was hung with pearls, the housings bright with gold.
# Poems of Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) in Heath’s Book of Beauty, 1836/Lady Caroline Maxsé

* LADY CAROLINE MAXSÉ AS A GIPSY
* Painted by RochardEngraved by H. Cook
Transcribed from F. J. Sypher’s 'Poems from the Annuals'
LADY CAROLINE MAXSÉ
Lady, lovely lady mine,  Take my hand and tell me All that may my lot befall,  All that e'er befell me.
Wilt thou read the past for me?  No—no, leave it lonely; I will task thine art and thee  For the future only.
Who could think upon the past  With such smile before them? Life is lighted at the eyes  That are shining o'er them.
Spread the cards, and let me see  What fine skill thou sharest— Is a lady fair as hearts,  Shining there the fairest?
Is a letter on its way?  Have I cause to tremble At the rage the knave of clubs  Labours to dissemble?
Does my wish come out? Ah, no!  Vain is all my scheming— Fling the faithless cards aside,  This is idle dreaming.
Thou art all too young and fair  For the sign and omen; With the sybil, haggard—worn,  What hast thou in common?
Those who read the midnight stars  Through hours long and dreary, Watch until the cheek is wan,  And the eye is weary.
Such dwell lonely in the walls  Of some ancient college; And they droop beneath the weight  Of their bitter knowledge.
But thine eyes are warm with light,  And thy cheek with roses; On thy lip is such a smile  As the dawn discloses.
Lady, lovely lady, mine,  No—thou canst not tell me What the future may befall,  Nor yet what befell me.
# Popular Science Monthly/Volume 35/September 1889/Obituary Notes

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Eugen Ferdinand von Hameyer, an eminent ornithologist, and President of the Ornithological Society of Berlin, died in Stolp, Prussia, June 1st, at eighty years of age. He was the author of several books, and possessed the largest existing collection of European birds.
Mr. John F. La Trobe Bateman, the engineer who supplied Glasgow with water from Loch Katrine, died June 10th, aged seventy-nine years.
Heinrich Gustav Reichenbach, Professor of Botany and Director of the Botanic Garden at Hamburg, died there. May 6th, in the sixty-seventh year of his age. He was born in Leipsic, the son of a botanist and professor at Dresden, and co-operated with his father in the preparation of the later volumes of the "Icones Floræ Germanicæ et Helveticæ." He devoted more than forty years of his life chiefly to the study of orchids, in knowledge of which he was the first.
Charles Harvey Bollman, museum assistant in the University of Indiana, a young naturalist of great promise, died July 13th, at Waycross, Georgia. He was in charge of the explorations of the United States Fish Commission in Georgia.
# Popular Science Monthly/Volume 37/August 1890/Obituary Notes

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Dr. Herman Shultz, Director of the Observatory and Professor of Astronomy at Upsala from 1878 to 1888, died in Stockholm May 8th. Of his numerous astronomical publications, the best known is Micrometrical Observations on five hundred nebulæ, which was published in England in 1874.
Prof. W. K. Sullivan, President of Queen's College, Cork, well known as a chemist, died May 12th, aged sixty-eight years. He succeeded Sir Robert Kane to the presidency of the college in 1872.
Mr. John Gunn, of Norwich, an English geologist of local reputation, died during the last week in May, in his eighty-ninth year. He was regarded as the chief authority on the formation known as the Cromer Forest Bed, and a most indefatigable and successful collector of its organic contents, and had an extensive knowledge of all the geological formations of East Anglia. He was also interested in antiquarian research. He made a fine collection of fossils illustrating especially the Pliocene mammalian life of England, and presented it to the Norfolk and Norwich Museum, where it occupies the "Gunn Room."
Mr. W. S. Dallas, Assistant Secretary, etc., to the Geological Society of London, and editor of its Quarterly Journal, died May 28th, aged sixty-six years. In early life he became interested in zoölogy, more particularly in the study of insects, relative to which he published many papers in the Transactions of the Entomological Society. In 1851-'52 he published a catalogue of the hemipterous insects in the British Museum, and in 1856 a Natural History of the Animal Kingdom. His later labors were in the direction of scientific literature rather than of original research—of translating, editing, etc.
The death is announced of Dr. F. Soltnedel, Director of the Botanical Station at Samarang, in Java. He was conspicuous in the field of applied botany.
Dr. Karl Jacob Loenig, Professor of Chemistry at the University of Breslau, and author of several eminent works on chemistry, died March 27th, in his eighty-eighth year.
Victor, Ritter von Zepharovich, Professor of Mineralogy at the German University of Prague, died February 24th. He was author of the Mineralogical Dictionary of the Austrian Empire, and of many valuable mineralogical and crystallographical works. He was fifty-nine years of age.
Dr. Karl Emil von Schafhäutl, Professor of Geology, Mining, and Metallurgy in the University of Munich, died in February last, in the eighty-seventh year of his age. He was an eminent physicist and geologist, and a theoretical musician of some note, and was keeper of the geognostic collection of the Bavarian state, and a member of the Academy of Sciences.
The death is announced of M. Soret, an eminent chemist and physicist, of Geneva, Switzerland. He was associated with Regnault in his researches on vapors and determinations of the specific heats of the gases. He afterward published in Switzerland a work on the density of ozone, and investigated the rotatory polarization of quartz. Another of his publications relates to the cause of the blue coloration of the Lake of Geneva.
# Porter v. Dicken

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328 U.S. 252
Porter v. Dicken
Argued: and Submitted May 13, 1946. --- Decided: May 27, 1946
Mr. Robert L. Stern, of Washington, D.C., for petitioner.
Mary Jo Dicken et al., pro sese.
Mr. Justice BLACK delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Porter v. Foley (62 U.S. 393)

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62 U.S. 393
Porter v. Foley
THIS case was brought up from the Court of Appeals of Kentucky by a writ of error issued under the 25th section of the judiciary act.
A motion was made to dismiss the writ, upon the ground stated in the opinion of the court.
Mr. Chief Justice TANEY delivered the opinion of the court.

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# Porter v. Beard

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124 U.S. 429
Porter v. Beard
Chas. Levi Woodbury, for plaintiffs in error, Sol. Gen. Jenks, for defendant in error.
BLATCHFORD, J.

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# Porter v. Commissioner of Internal Revenue

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288 U.S. 436
Porter v. Commissioner of Internal Revenue
Argued: Feb. 9, 1933. --- Decided: March 13, 1933
Mr. Walter E. Hope, of New York City, for petitioners.
[Argument of Counsel from page 437 intentionally omitted]
The Attorney General andMr. Erwin N. Griswold, of Washington, D.C., for respondent.
[Argument of Counsel from page 438 intentionally omitted]
Mr. Justice BUTLER delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Porter v. Foley

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# Porter v. Foley (62 U.S. 393)/Opinion of the Court

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62 U.S. 393
Porter v. Foley
The writ of error in this case was issued on the 27th day of December last, and made returnable on the third Monday in January, and the defendant in error cited to appear on that day.
It has already been decided at the present term, in the case of Insurance Co. of the Valley of Virginia v. Mordecai, that such a writ of error cannot be supported, and does not bring the case before the court.
A motion has been made, on behalf of the plaintiff in error, to remand the case to the court below, with leave to amend the writ of error and citation. But, as the transcript stands, there is no case before us in which we can exercise a power of amendment. We can do nothing more than dismiss it for want of jurisdiction.
But if the plaintiff desires it, he may, in order to save expense, withdraw the transcript, and use it in connection with the proper and legal process to bring the case here; and if withdrawn, a receipt for it must be left with the clerk.
But as it now stands, it must be dismissed for want of jurisdiction.

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# Poems (Wordsworth, 1815)/Volume 1/Notes

NOTES TO VOLUME I.
Page 48.—Poem of the Highland Boy. It is recorded in Dampier's Voyages that a Boy, the Son of a Captain of a Man of War, seated himself in a Turtle-shell and floated in it from the shore to his Father's Ship, which lay at anchor at the distance of half a mile. Upon the suggestion of a Friend, I have substituted such a Shell for that less elegant vessel in which my blind voyager did actually intrust himself to the dangerous current of Loch Levin, as was related to me by an Eye-witness.
Page 235.—To the Daisy. This Poem, and two others to the same Flower, were written in the year 1802; which is mentioned because in some of the ideas, though not in the manner in which those ideas are connected, and likewise even in some of the expressions, they bear a striking resemblance to a Poem (lately published) of Mr. Montgomery, entitled, a Field Flower. This being said, Mr. Montgomery will not think any apology due to him; I cannot however help addressing him in the words of the Father of English Poets.
'Though it happe me to rehersin— 'That ye han in your freshe songis saied, 'Forberith me, and beth not ill apaied, 'Sith that ye se I doe it in the honour 'Of Love, and eke in service of the Flour.'
Note published in the Year 1808.
# Poems (Wordsworth, 1815)/Volume 1/I met Louisa

X.
LOUISA.
I met Louisa in the shade; And, having seen that lovely Maid, Why should I fear to say That she is ruddy, fleet, and strong; And down the rocks can leap along, Like rivulets in May?
And she hath smiles to earth unknown; Smiles, that with motion of their own Do spread, and sink, and rise; That come and go with endless play, And ever, as they pass away, Are hidden in her eyes.
​She loves her fire, her Cottage-home; Yet o'er the moorland will she roam In weather rough and bleak; And, when against the wind she strains, Oh! might I kiss the mountain rains That sparkle on her cheek.
Take all that's mine "beneath the moon," If I with her but half a noon May sit beneath the walls Of some old cave, or mossy nook, When up she winds along the brook, To hunt the waterfalls.