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# Mackay Telegraph Cable Company v. City of Little Rock

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United States Supreme Court
250 U.S. 94
Mackay Telegraph Cable Company v. City of Little Rock
Submitted, on Motion to Dismiss or Affirm, March 3, 1919.
Decided May 19, 1919.
Mr. James W. Mehaffy, of Little Rock, Ark., in support of motion.
Mr. J. C. Marshall, of Little Rock, Ark., in opposition to motion.
Mr. Justice PITNEY delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Mackay v. Unita Development Company

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United States Supreme Court
229 U.S. 173
Mackay v. Unita Development Company
Argued: March 14 and 17, 1913. --- Decided: May 26, 1913
Messrs. Barnard J. Stewart, Samuel W. Stewart, Daniel Alexander, and Charles B. Stewart for John C. Mackay.
Mr. John W. Lacey for the Uinta Development Company.
Mr. Justice Lamar delivered the opinion of the court:

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# Mackay Radio and Telegraph Company v. Radio Corporation of America

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United States Supreme Court
306 U.S. 86
MACKAY RADIO & TELEGRAPH CO., Inc., v. RADIO CORPORATION OF AMERICA.
No. 127. Argued: December 14, 15, 1938. --- Decided: January 30, 1939.
Amended: March 6, 1939.
As Modified on Denial of Rehearing March 6, 1939.
Mr. Samuel E. Darby, Jr., of New York City, for petitioner.
Mr. Jo. Baily Brown, of Pittsburgh, Pa., for respondent.
[Argument of Counsel from page 87 intentionally omitted]
Mr. Justice STONE delivered the opinion of the Court.

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* Amended: March 6, 1939. 306 U.S. 618
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# Maisenberg v. United States

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United States Supreme Court
356 U.S. 670
Maisenberg v. United States
Argued: Jan. 28, 1958. --- Decided: May 26, 1958
Mr. Ernest Goodman, Detroit, Mich., for petitioner.
Mr. J. F. Bishop, Washington, D.C., for the United States.
Mr. Justice HARLAN delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Maine

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This is a disambiguation page. It lists works that share the same title. If an article link referred you here, please consider editing it to point directly to the intended page.
* "Maine (province)," in The American Cyclopædia (1879)
* "Maine (province)," in Encyclopædia Britannica (11th ed., 1911)
* "Maine (province)," in Collier's New Encyclopedia, New York: P. F. Collier & Son Co. (1921)
# Maiorano v. Baltimore & Ohio Railroad Company

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United States Supreme Court
213 U.S. 268
Maiorano v. Baltimore & Ohio Railroad Company
Argued: March 5, 8, 1909. --- Decided: April 5, 1909
Messrs. George Calvert Bradshaw (by special leave), William Henry Seward Thomson, and Walter V. R. Berry for plaintiff in error.
[Argument of Counsel from pages 268-270 intentionally omitted]
Messrs. John McClave and John S. Wendt for defendant in error.
[Argument of Counsel from pages 270-271 intentionally omitted]
Mr. Justice Moody delivered the opinion of the court:

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# Madame Bovary (Marx-Aveling translation)/Dedication

To Marie-Antoine-Jules Senard Member of the Paris Bar, Ex-President of the National Assembly, and Former Minister of the Interior Dear and Illustrious Friend, Permit me to inscribe your name at the head of this book, and above its dedication; for it is to you, before all, that I owe its publication. Reading over your magnificent defence, my work has acquired for myself, as it were, an unexpected authority.
Accept, then, here, the homage of my gratitude, which, how great soever it is, will never attain the height of your eloquence and your devotion.
Gustave Flaubert, Paris, 12 April 1857
# Madam be covered, why stand you bare?

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From the larger The Academy of Complements
Madam be cover'd, why stand you bare,
It fits not with your female sex.
We know you carry worthy ware,
Which found may be without Index.
These bare signes do but bid us look
For unknown stuffe in your two leav'd book.
Spartan Ladies some there be
Which to their suitors naked stood,
And you your bare brests let us see.
Which tells your hidden parts are good.
Thus wanton Venus drew on Mars,
A bare breast shews an open ----.
They hang forth signs at common Inns,
That strangers may know where to lodge.
And you shew forth your naked twins,
And use them as a Brothel-badge;
These wanton signs direct men gratis
The high way to your nunquam satis.
Diana being naked seen
Did hornifie Acteon's crest,
And the fair stript Hebreiv Queene
Her husbands fore-head finely drest;
Shut up then Madam, flye mens scorns
For open breasts breed secret horns.
The Persian Matrons when their men
Before the Medes did flye, and fall,
For to encourage them again,
Shew'd them their bellies bare; and all.
You with your fair breasts would, belike,
Move even a heartlesse man to strike.
Our grandam Eve before the Fall,
Went naked, and sham'd not awhit,
You not to one, but, unto all.
Shew both your hills and naked pit:
Very well read in Rhetoricks school.
You shew us but a part for th' whole.
The mask you wear upon your face.
Upon your breasts would better shew,
By nature that's a naked place.
Then Madam use your Mask below,
Lest that some gazing fellow venter,
And so descend to loves low center.
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# Madame Bovary (Marx-Aveling translation)

a novel that was attacked for obscenity by public prosecutors when it was first serialised in La Revue de Paris between 1 October 1856 and 15 December 1856, resulting in a trial in January 1857 that made it notorious. After the acquittal on 7 February, it became a bestseller in book form in April 1857, and is now seen as one of the first modern realistic novels.
The novel focuses on a doctor's wife, Emma Bovary, who has adulterous affairs and lives beyond her means in order to escape the banalities and emptiness of provincial life. Though the basic plot is rather simple, even archetypal, the novel's true art lies in its details and hidden patterns. Flaubert was notoriously perfectionistic about his writing and claimed to always be searching for le mot juste (the right word).

## Table of contents

* Dedication

### Part I

* Chapter one
* Chapter two
* Chapter three
* Chapter four
* Chapter five
* Chapter six
* Chapter seven
* Chapter eight
* Chapter nine

### Part II

* Chapter one
* Chapter two
* Chapter three
* Chapter four
* Chapter five
* Chapter six
* Chapter seven
* Chapter eight
* Chapter nine
* Chapter ten
* Chapter eleven
* Chapter twelve
* Chapter thirteen
* Chapter fourteen
* Chapter fifteen

### Part III

* Chapter one
* Chapter two
* Chapter three
* Chapter four
* Chapter five
* Chapter six
* Chapter seven
* Chapter eight
* Chapter nine
* Chapter ten
* Chapter eleven
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# Madam if you please

Juvenilia. Written when the author was age 4.
* Madam if you please
* Madam if you please
* To hear such things as these.
* Madam, I have a rival sad,
* And if you don’t take my part it will made me mad.
* 5 He says he well send his son;
* But if he does I will get me a gun.
* Madam if you please to pity,
* O poor Kitty, O poor Kitty! c. 1726
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# Madame Bovary

"Madame Bovary is Gustave Flaubert's first published novel and is considered by many critics to be a masterpiece. The story focuses on a doctor's wife, Emma Bovary, who has adulterous affairs and lives beyond her means in order to escape the banalities and emptiness of provincial life. Though the basic plot is rather simple, even archetypal, the novel's true art lies in its details and hidden patterns. Flaubert was a notorious perfectionist and claimed always to be searching for le mot juste ('the precise word')."Warning: template has been deprecated.
English-language translations of Madame Bovary include:
* Madame Bovary, 1886 translation by Eleanor Marx-Aveling
* Madame Bovary, 1928 translation by James Lewis May
* Madame Bovary, 1946 translation by Gerald Hopkins
* Madame Bovary, 1950 translation by Alan Russell
* Madame Bovary, 1957 translation by Francis Steegmuller
* Madame Bovary, 1959 translation by Lowell Bair
* Madame Bovary, 1964 translation by Mildred Marmur
* Madame Bovary, 1965 translation by Paul de Man
* Madame Bovary, 1992 translation by Geoffrey Wall
* Madame Bovary, 2010 translation by Lydia Davis
* Madame Bovary, 2011 translation by Adam Thorpe
# Main Street and other poems/In Memory of Rupert Brooke

IN MEMORY OF RUPERT BROOKE
IN alien earth, across a troubled sea, His body lies that was so fair and young. His mouth is stopped, with half his songs unsung; His arm is still, that struck to make men free. But let no cloud of lamentation be Where, on a warrior's grave, a lyre is hung. We keep the echoes of his golden tongue, We keep the vision of his chivalry.
So Israel's joy, the loveliest of kings, Smote now his harp, and now the hostile horde. To-day the starry roof of Heaven rings With psalms a soldier made to praise his Lord; And David rests beneath Eternal wings, Song on his lips, and in his hand a sword.
# Main Street and other poems/A Blue Valentine

A BLUE VALENTINE
(For Aline)
MONSIGNORE, Right Reverend Bishop Valentinus, Sometime of Interamna, which is called Ferni, Now of the delightful Court of Heaven, I respectfully salute you, I genuflect And I kiss your episcopal ring.
It is not, Monsignore, The fragrant memory of your holy life, Nor that of your shining and joyous martyrdom, Which causes me now to address you. But since this is your august festival, Monsignore, It seems appropriate to me to state According to a venerable and agreeable custom, That I love a beautiful lady. Her eyes, Monsignore, Are so blue that they put lovely little blue reflections ​On everything that she looks at, Such as a wall Or the moon Or my heart. It is like the light coming through blue stained glass, Yet not quite like it, For the blueness is not transparent, Only translucent. Her soul's light shines through, But her soul cannot be seen. It is something elusive, whimsical, tender, wanton, infantile, wise And noble. She wears, Monsignore, a blue garment, Made in the manner of the Japanese. It is very blue— I think that her eyes have made it more blue, Sweetly staining it As the pressure of her body has graciously given it form. ​Loving her, Monsignore, I love all her attributes; But I believe That even if I did not love her I would love the blueness of her eyes, And her blue garment, made in the manner of the Japanese.
Monsignore, I have never before troubled you with a request. The saints whose ears I chiefly worry with my pleas are the most exquisite and maternal Brigid, Gallant Saint Stephen, who puts fire in my blood, And your brother bishop, my patron, The generous and jovial Saint Nicholas of Bari. But, of your courtesy, Monsignore, Do me this favour: When you this morning make your way To the Ivory Throne that bursts into bloom with roses because of her who sits upon it, ​When you come to pay your devoir to Our Lady, I beg you, say to her: "Madame, a poor poet, one of your singing servants yet on earth, Has asked me to say that at this moment he is especially grateful to you For wearing a blue gown."
# Main Street and other poems/Apology

APOLOGY
(For Eleanor Rogers Cox)
FOR blows on the fort of evil That never shows a breach, For terrible life-long races To a goal no foot can reach, For reckless leaps into darkness With hands outstretched to a star, There is jubilation in Heaven Where the great dead poets are.
There is joy over disappointment And delight in hopes that were vain. Each poet is glad there was no cure To stop his lonely pain. For nothing keeps a poet In his high singing mood Like unappeasable hunger For unattainable food.
​So fools are glad of the folly That made them weep and sing, And Keats is thankful for Fanny Brawne And Drummond for his king. They know that on flinty sorrow And failure and desire The steel of their souls was hammered To bring forth the lyric fire.
Lord Byron and Shelley and Plunkett, McDonough and Hunt and Pearse See now why their hatred of tyrants Was so insistently fierce. Is Freedom only a Will-o'-the-wisp To cheat a poet's eye? Be it phantom or fact, it's a noble cause In which to sing and to die!
So not for the Rainbow taken And the magical White Bird snared The poets sing grateful carols In the place to which they have fared; ​But for their lifetime's passion, The quest that was fruitless and long, They chorus their loud thanksgiving To the thorn-crowned Master of Song.
# Main Street and other poems/Father Gerard Hopkins, S. J.

FATHER GERARD HOPKINS, S. J.
WHY didst thou carve thy speech laboriously, And match and blend thy words with curious art? For Song, one saith, is but a human heart Speaking aloud, undisciplined and free. Nay, God be praised, Who fixed thy task for thee! Austere, ecstatic craftsman, set apart From all who traffic in Apollo's mart, On thy phrased paten shall the Splendour be!
Now, carelessly we throw a rhyme to God, Singing His praise when other songs are done. But thou, who knewest paths Teresa trod, Losing thyself, what is it thou hast won? O bleeding feet, with peace and glory shod! O happy moth, that flew into the Sun!
# Main Street and other poems/Houses

HOUSES
(For Aline)
WHEN you shall die and to the sky Serenely, delicately go, Saint Peter, when he sees you there, Will clash his keys and say: "Now talk to her, Sir Christopher! And hurry, Michelangelo! She wants to play at building, And you've got to help her play!"
Every architect will help erect A palace on a lawn of cloud, With rainbow beams and a sunset roof, And a level star-tiled floor; And at your will you may use the skill Of this gay angelic crowd, When a house is made you will throw it down, And they'll build you twenty more.
​For Christopher Wren and these other men Who used to build on earth Will love to go to work again If they may work for you. "This porch," you'll say, "should go this way!" And they'll work for all they're worth, And they'll come to your palace every morning, And ask you what to do.
And when night comes down on Heaven-town (If there should be night up there) You will choose the house you like the best Of all that you can see: And its walls will glow as you drowsily go To the bed up the golden stair, And I hope you'll be gentle enough to keep A room in your house for me.
# Main Street and other poems/In Memory

IN MEMORY
I
SERENE and beautiful and very wise, Most erudite in curious Grecian lore, You lay and read your learned books, and bore A weight of unshed tears and silent sighs. The song within your heart could never rise Until love bade it spread its wings and soar. Nor could you look on Beauty's face before A poet's burning mouth had touched your eyes.
Love is made out of ecstasy and wonder; Love is a poignant and accustomed pain. It is a burst of Heaven-shaking thunder; It is a linnet's fluting after rain. Love's voice is through your song; above and under And in each note to echo and remain.
II
Because Mankind is glad and brave and young, Full of gay flames that white and scarlet glow, All joys and passions that Mankind may know By you were nobly felt and nobly sung. Because Mankind's heart every day is wrung By Fate's wild hands that twist and tear it so, Therefore you echoed Man's undying woe, A harp Aeolian on Life's branches hung.
So did the ghosts of toiling children hover About the piteous portals of your mind; Your eyes, that looked on glory, could discover The angry scar to which the world was blind: And it was grief that made Mankind your lover, And it was grief that made you love Mankind.
III
Before Christ left the Citadel of Light, To tread the dreadful way of human birth, His shadow sometimes fell upon the earth And those who saw it wept with joy and fright. "Thou art Apollo, than the sun more bright!" They cried. "Our music is of little worth, But thrill our blood with thy creative mirth Thou god of song, thou lord of lyric might!"
O singing pilgrim! who could love and follow Your lover Christ, through even love's despair, You knew within the cypress-darkened hollow The feet that on the mountain are so fair. For it was Christ that was your own Apollo, And thorns were in the laurel on your hair.
# Main Street and other poems/Kings

KINGS
(For the Rev. James B. Dollard)
THE Kings of the earth are men of might, And cities are burned for their delight, And the skies rain death in the silent night, And the hills belch death all day!
But the King of Heaven, Who made them all, Is fair and gentle, and very small; He lies in the straw, by the oxen's stall— Let them think of Him to-day!
# Main Street and other poems

MAIN STREET AND OTHER POEMS
MAIN STREET
and
OTHER POEMS
by
Joyce Kilmer
New York
George·H.·Doran Company
COPYRIGHT, 1917,
BY GEOEGE H. DORAN COMPANY
PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
TO MRS. EDMUND LEAMY
​Some of these poems are reprinted by permission; which is hereby gratefully acknowledged, of The Bellman, The Bookman, The Boston Transcript, the Catholic World, Collier's, The Columbiad, Contemporary Verse, The Delineator, Extension, House and Garden, The Magnificat, McBride's Magazine, The National Sunday Magazine, The New Witness, The New York Times, The Outlook, Poetry: a Magazine of Verse, The Poetry Review, The Queen's Work, and Studies.
CONTENTS
| | Page |
| Main Street | 13 |
| Roofs | 16 |
| The Snowman in the Yard | 19 |
| A Blue Valentine | 22 |
| Houses | 26 |
| In Memory | 28 |
| Apology | 31 |
| The Proud Poet | 34 |
| Lionel Johnson | 38 |
| Father Gerard Hopkins, S. J. | 39 |
| Gates and Doors | 40 |
| The Robe of Christ | 43 |
| The Singing Girl | 47 |
| The Annunciation | 48 |
| Roses | 49 |
| The Visitation | 51 |
| Multiplication | 52 |
| Thanksgiving | 54 ​ |
| The Thorn | 55 |
| The Big Top | 56 |
| Queen Elizabeth Speaks | 60 |
| Mid-ocean in War-time | 61 |
| In Memory of Rupert Brooke | 62 |
| The New School | 63 |
| Easter Week | 66 |
| The Cathedral of Rheims | 68 |
| Kings | 73 |
| The White Ships and the Red | 74 |
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# Main Street and other poems/Easter Week

EASTER WEEK
(In memory of Joseph Mary Plunkett)
("Romantic Ireland's dead and gone, It's with O'Leary in the grave.")
William Butler Yeats.
"ROMANTIC Ireland's dead and gone, It's with O'Leary in the grave." Then, Yeats, what gave that Easter dawn A hue so radiantly brave?
There was a rain of blood that day, Red rain in gay blue April weather. It blessed the earth till it gave birth To valour thick as blooms of heather.
Romantic Ireland never dies! O'Leary lies in fertile ground, And songs and spears throughout the years Rise up where patriot graves are found.
Immortal patriots newly dead And ye that bled in bygone years, What banners rise before your eyes? What is the tune that greets your ears?
​The young Republic's banners smile For many a mile where troops convene. O'Connell Street is loudly sweet With strains of Wearing of the Green.
The soil of Ireland throbs and glows With life that knows the hour is here To strike again like Irishmen For that which Irishmen hold dear.
Lord Edward leaves his resting place And Sarsfield's face is glad and fierce. See Emmet leap from troubled sleep To grasp the hand of Padraic Pearse!
There is no rope can strangle song And not for long death takes his toll. No prison bars can dim the stars Nor quicklime eat the living soul.
Romantic Ireland is not old. For years untold her youth will shine. Her heart is fed on Heavenly bread, The blood of martyrs is her wine.
# Main Street and other poems/Gates and Doors

GATES AND DOORS
(For Richardson Little Wright)
THERE was a gentle hostler (And blessèd be his name!) He opened up the stable The night Our Lady came. Our Lady and Saint Joseph, He gave them food and bed, And Jesus Christ has given him A glory round his head.
So let the gate swing open However poor the yard, Lest weary people visit you And find their passage barred; Unlatch the door at midnight And let your lantern's glow Shine out to guide the traveler's feet To you across the snow.
​There was a courteous hostler (He is in Heaven to-night) He held Our Lady's bridle And helped her to alight; He spread clean straw before her Whereon she might lie down, And Jesus Christ has given him An everlasting crown.
Unlock the door this evening And let your gate swing wide, Let all who ask for shelter Come speedily inside. What if your yard be narrow? What if your house be small? There is a Guest is coming Will glorify it all.
There was a joyous hostler Who knelt on Christmas morn Beside the radiant manger Wherein his Lord was born. ​His heart was full of laughter, His soul was full of bliss When Jesus, on His Mother's lap, Gave him His hand to kiss.
Unbar your heart this evening And keep no stranger out, Take from your soul's great portal The barrier of doubt. To humble folk and weary Give hearty welcoming, Your breast shall be to-morrow The cradle of a King.
# Long Islander News/1894/Mr. Henry Lattin

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Henry K. Lattin (1806-1894) in the Long Islander News on November 22, 1894. His two surviving sons are George Lattin (1835-1909) and Jarvis Andrew Lattin (1853-1941)
Farmingdale. Mr. Henry Lattin, an old resident of this village and formerly of Babylon, died on Wednesday morning, aged 88 years and 10 months. Mr. Lattin was in appearance as well and strong as was possible for one of his years. He would often take a walk of a couple of miles to call upon some friend and to tell him how he enjoyed religion, and would sing one of his favorite hymns and then go onto another friend's, and he was always a welcome visitor. A few weeks ago, while ascending a ladder to pick some apples, he missed his footing and fell to the ground, breaking his thigh and fracturing his arm and death resulted from the injuries received at that time. His funeral services were attended at the M. E. Church on Friday at one o'clock. We sympathize with the bereaved family. He leaves two sons and a large number of friends to mourn his loss.
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