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# Four excellent new songs (1)/Brave Donald M'Craw

Brave DONALD M$^c$CRAW.
Highland Donald’s got a wife, and O! an he be wordie o’ her;
For ev’ry night that he comes hame, he claws the Highland hurdies o’ her.
Now Maggie fidg'd, and claw’d her head, cry’d Donald will ye murder me,
But he laid on the other thump, you cuckold me, oh-on-o-rie.
When Donald and his wife had done, they both with one consent did part,
A sodger he went off to be, and Maggy keeps a chearful heart.
She ay sits spinning at her wheel, singing, O but he’s awa'
May thou ne’er come back again, while thy name is Donald ’CraW.
FINIS.
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# Freeman v. United States

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United States Supreme Court
217 U.S. 539
Freeman v. United States
Argued: April 12, 1910. --- Decided: May 16, 1910
Messrs. Aldis B. Browne, Alexander Britton, W. A. Kincaid, and Evans Browne for plaintiff in error.
Assistant Attorney General Fowler for defendant in error.
Mr. Justice Day delivered the opinion of the court:

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# Freeman v. Dawson

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United States Supreme Court
110 U.S. 264
Freeman v. Dawson
S. P. Walker and
C. W. Metcalf, for appellant.
D. H. Poston and W. K. Poston, for appellee.
GRAY, J.

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# Freeman v. Hewit

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## Dissenting Opinion

    Douglas
United States Supreme Court
329 U.S. 249
Freeman v. Hewit
Argued: Oct. 14, 1946. --- Decided: Dec 16, 1946
See 329 U.S. 832, 67 S.Ct. 497.
Appeal from the Supreme Court of the State of Indiana.
Mr. Harry T. Ice, of Indianapolis, Ind., for appellant. John J. McShane, of Indianapolis, Ind., for appellee.
Mr. Justice FRANKFURTER delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Felicia Hemans in The New Monthly Magazine Volume 22 1828/Haunted Ground

The New Monthly Magazine, Volume 22, Pages 15-16
HAUNTED GROUND.
"And slight, withal, may be the things which bring
Back on the heart the weight which it would fling
Aside for ever:—it may be a sound,
A tone of music—summer's breath, or spring,
A flower—a leaf—the ocean—which may wound,
Striking th' electric chain wherewith we are darkly bound."
Byron.
Yes, it is haunted—this quiet scene,
Fair as it looks, and all softly green;
Yet fear thou not—for the spell is thrown,
And the might of the shadow on me alone.
Are thy thoughts wandering to Elves and Fays,
And spirits that dwell where the water plays?
Oh! in the heart there are stronger powers,
That sway, though viewless, this world of ours!
Have I not lived midst these lowly dells,
And loved, and sorrow'd, and heard farewells,
And learn'd in my own deep soul to look,
And tremble before that mysterious Book?
Have I not, under these whispering leaves,
Woven such dreams as the young heart weaves?
Shadows—yet unto which life seem'd bound,
And is it not—is it not haunted ground?
Must I not hear what thou hearest not,
Troubling the air of the sunny spot?
Is there not something, to none but me,
Told by the rustling of every tree?
Song hath been here, with its flow of thought,
Love—with its passionate visions fraught;
Death—breathing stillness and sadness round—
And is it not—is it not haunted ground?
Are there no phantoms but such as come
By night, from the darkness that wraps the tomb? —A sound, a scent, or a whispering breeze,
Can summon up mightier far than these!
But I may not linger amidst them here,
Lovely they are, and yet things to fear,
Passing and leaving a weight behind,
And a thrill on the chords of the stricken mind.
Away, away! that my soul may soar
As a free Bird of blue skies once more!
Here from its wing it may never cast
The chain by those spirits brought back from the past.
Doubt it not—smile not—but go thou too,
Look on the scenes where thy Childhood grew,
Where thou hast pray'd at thy mother's knee,
Where thou hast roved with thy brethren free;
Go thou when Life unto thee is changed,
Friends thou hast loved as thy soul estranged,
When from the idols thy heart hath made
Thou hast seen the colours of glory fade;
Oh! painfully then, by the wind's low sigh,
By the voice of the stream, by the flower-cup's dye,
By a thousand tokens of sight and sound,
Thou wilt feel thou art treading on haunted ground.
F. H.
# Felicia Hemans in The New Monthly Magazine Volume 23 1828/No More

The New Monthly Magazine, Volume 23, Pages 550-551
NO MORE.
———"There came a sound of song
 From the dark ruins—a faint strain
 As if some Echo that among
 Those minstrel halls had slumber'd long,  Were murmuring into life again.
Ah! where are they, who heard in former hours
The voice of song in those neglected bowers?
They are gone—they all are gone!
'Tis thus in future hours, some bard will say
Of her who sings, and him that hears this lay.
They are gone—they too are gone."—Evenings in Greece.
No more!—a harp-string's deep, sad, breaking tone,
 A last low summer-breeze, a far-off knell,
A dying echo of rich music gone,
 Breathe through those words—those murmurs of farewell—
No more!
To dwell in peace with home-affections bound,
 To know the sweetness of a mother's voice,
To feel the spirit of her love around,
 And in the blessing of her eye rejoice—
No more!
A dirge-like sound!—to greet the early friend
 Unto the hearth, his place of many days;
In the glad song with kindred lips to blend,
 Or join the household laughter by the blaze—
No more!
Through woods that shadow'd our first years to rove,
 With all our native music in the air;
To watch the sunset with the eyes we love,
 And turn, and meet our own heart's answer there—
No more!
Words of Despair!—yet Earth's, all Earth's—the woe
 Their passion breathes—the desolately deep!
That sound in Heaven—oh! image then the flow
 Of gladness in its tones!—to part, to weep—
No more!
To watch in dying hope, Affection's wane,
 To see the Beautiful from life depart,
To wear impatiently a secret chain,
 To waste the untold riches of the heart— No more!
Through long, long years to seek, to strive, to yearn
 For human love, and never quench that thirst;
To pour the soul out, winning no return,
 O'er fragile idols, by delusion nursed—
No more!
On things that fail us, reed by reed, to lean,
 To mourn the changed, the far away, the dead;
To send our searching spirits through th' unseen,
 Intensely questioning for treasures fled—
No more!
Words of triumphant music!—bear we on
 The weight of life, the chain, th' ungenial air;
Their deathless meaning, when our tasks are done,
 To learn in joy:—to struggle, to despair—
No more!*
# Felicia Hemans in The New Monthly Magazine Volume 22 1828/Mozart's Requiem

The New Monthly Magazine, Volume 22, Pages 325-326
MOZART’S REQUIEM.*
"Of its own beauty is the mind diseased,
And fevers into false creation."Childe Harold.
A Requiem!—and for whom?
 For Beauty in her bloom?
For Valour fall'n?—a broken Rose or Sword?
 A dirge for King or Chief,
 With pomp of stately grief,
Banner, and torch, and waving plume deplored?
Not so—it is not so!
 The warning voice I know,
From other worlds a strange mysterious tone;
 A solemn funeral air
 It call'd me to prepare,
And my heart answer'd secretly—My own!
 One more then—one more strain,
 In links of joy and pain
Mighty the troubled spirit to enthral!
 And let me breathe my dower
 Of passion and of power,
Full into that deep lay—the last of all!
 The last!—And I must go
 From this bright world below,
This realm of sunshine, ringing with sweet sound!
 Must leave its festive skies,
 With all their melodies,
That ever in my breast glad echoes found!
 Yet have I known it long—
 Too restless and too strong
Within this clay hath been th' o'ermastering flame;
 Swift thoughts that came and went,
 Like torrents o'er me sent,
Have shaken, as a reed, my thrilling frame.
 Like perfumes on the wind,
 Which none may stay or bind,
The Beautiful comes floating through my soul;
 I strive with yearnings vain
 The spirit to detain
Of the deep harmonies that past me roll.
 Therefore disturbing dreams
 Trouble the hidden streams
And springs of music, that o'erflow my breast;
 Something, far more divine
 Than may on earth be mine,
Haunts my worn heart, and will not let me rest.
 Shall I then fear the tone
 That breathes from worlds unknown?—
Surely these feverish aspirations there
 Will grasp their full desire,
 And this unsettled fire
Burn calmly, brightly, in immortal air.
 One more then—one more strain,
 To earthly joy and pain
A rich, and deep, and passionate farewell!  I pour each solemn thought
With fear, hope, trembling fraught,
Into the notes that o'er my dust shall swell.
F. H.
# Felicia Hemans in The New Monthly Magazine Volume 22 1828/Song

The New Monthly Magazine, Volume 22, Page 437
SONG.
———"Oh! cast thou not
Affection from thee! in this bitter world
Hold to thy heart that only treasure fast,
Watch—guard it—suffer not a breath to dim
The bright gem's purity!"
If thou hast crush'd a flower,
 The root may not be blighted;
If thou hast quench'd a lamp,
 Once more it may be lighted;
But on thy harp or on thy lute,
 The string which thou hast broken,
Shall never in sweet sound again
 Give to thy touch a token!
If thou hast loos'd a bird,
 Whose voice of song could cheer thee,
Still, still he may be won
 From the skies to warble near thee;
But if upon the troubled sea
 Thou hast thrown a gem unheeded,
Hope not that wind or wave shall bring
 The treasure back when needed.
If thou hast bruis'd a vine,
 The Summer's breath is healing,
And its cluster yet may glow
 Through the leaves their bloom revealing;
But if thou hast a cup o'erthrown
 With a bright draught fill'd—oh! never
Shall Earth give back that lavish'd wealth
 To cool thy parch'd lip's fever!
The heart is like that cup,
 If thou waste the love it bore thee,
And like that jewel gone,
 Which the deep will not restore thee;
And like that string of harp or lute
 Whence the sweet sound is scatter'd;—
—Gently, oh! gently touch the chords
 So soon for ever shatter'd!F. H.
# Felicia Hemans in The New Monthly Magazine Volume 23 1828

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Felicia Hemans in The New Monthly Magazine Volume 23 1828
Compiled By Peter J. Bolton
Contents
| | Page |
| The Lyre's Complaint | 241 |
| The Boon of Memory | 303-304 |
| The Coronation of Inez de Castro | 513-515 |
| No More | 550-551 |
# Felicia Hemans in The New Monthly Magazine Volume 23 1828/The Boon of Memory

This was included in the 1829 edition of The Forest Sanctuary, and Other Poems
The New Monthly Magazine, Volume 23, Pages 303-304
THE BOON OF MEMORY.
"Many things answered me."—Manfred.
I go, I go!—And must mine image fade
From the green spots wherein my childhood play'd,
By my own streams?
Must my life part from each familiar place,
As a bird's song, that leaves the woods no trace
Of its lone themes?
Will the friend pass my dwelling, and forget
The welcomes there, the hours when we have met
In grief or glee?
All the sweet counsel, the communion high,
The kindly words of trust, in days gone by,
Pour'd full and free?
A boon, a talisman, O Memory! give,
To shrine my name in hearts where I would live
For evermore!
Bid the wind speak of me, where I have dwelt,
Bid the stream's voice, of all my soul hath felt,
A thought restore!
In the rich rose, whose bloom I loved so well,
In the dim brooding violet of the dell,
Set deep that thought!
And let the sunset's melancholy glow,
And let the spring's first whisper, faint and low,
With me be fraught!
And Memory answer'd me:—"Wild wish and vain!
I have no hues the loveliest to detain
In the heart's core:
The place they held in bosoms all their own,
Soon with new shadows fill'd, new flowers o'ergrown,
Is theirs no more!"
Hast thou such power, O Love?—And Love replied,
"It is not mine!—Pour out thy soul's full tide
Of hope and trust,
Prayer, tear, devotedness, that boon to gain—
'Tis but to write, with the heart's fiery rain,
Wild words on dust!"
Song! is the gift with thee?—I ask a lay,
Soft, fervent, deep, that will not pass away
From the still breast;
Fill'd with a tone—oh! not for deathless fame,
But a sweet haunting murmur of my name
Where it would rest!
And Song made answer: "It is not in me,
Though call'd immortal—though my power may be
All but divine:
A place of lonely brightness I can give;—
A changeless one, where thou with Love wouldst live.
This is not mine!"
Death, Death! wilt thou the restless wish fulfil?
—And Death, the strong one, spoke:—"I can but still
Each vain regret:
What if forgotten?—All thy soul would crave,
Thou too, within the mantle of the grave,
Wilt soon forget."
Then did my soul in lone faint sadness die,
As from all Nature's voices one reply,
But one, was given:
"Earth has no heart, fond dreamer! with a tone,
To give thee back the spirit of thine own—
Seek it in Heaven!"F. H.
# Felicia Hemans in The New Monthly Magazine Volume 22 1828/The Chamois Hunter's Love

The New Monthly Magazine, Volume 22, Page 312
THE CHAMOIS HUNTER'S LOVE.
For all his wildness and proud fantasies,
I love him!Croly.
Thy heart is in the upper world, where fleet the Chamois bounds,
Thy heart is where the mountain-fir shakes to the torrent sounds,
And where the snow-peaks gleam like stars, through the stillness of the air,
And where the Lauwine's* peal is heard—Hunter! thy heart is there!
I know thou lov'st me well, dear friend! but better, better far,
Thou lov'st that wild and haughty life, with rocks and storms at war;
In the green sunny vales with me, thy spirit would but pine,
And yet I will be thine, my love, and yet I will be thine!
And I will not seek to woo thee down from those thy native heights,
With the sweet song, our Land's own song, of pastoral delights;
For thou must live as eagles live, thy path is not as mine—
And yet I will be thine, my love! and yet I will be thine!
And I will leave my blessed home, my father's joyous hearth,
With all the voices meeting there in tenderness and mirth;
With all the kind and laughing eyes that in its firelight shine,
To sit forsaken in thy hut,—yet know that thou art mine.
It is my youth, it is my bloom, it is my glad free heart,
That I cast away for thee—for thee—all reckless as thou art!
With tremblings and with vigils lone, I bind myself to dwell—
Yet, yet I would not change that lot—oh! no—I love too well!
A mournful thing is love which grows to one so wild as thou,
With that bright restlessness of eye, that tameless fire of brow;
Mournful!—but dearer far I call its mingled joy and pride,
And the trouble of its happiness, than aught on earth beside.
To listen for thy step in vain, to start at every breath,
To watch through long, long nights of storm, to sleep and dream of Death,
To wake in doubt and loneliness—this doom I know is mine—
And yet I will be thine, my love! and yet I will be thine.
That I may greet thee from thine Alps, when thence thou com'st at last,
That I may hear thy thrilling voice tell o'er each danger past,
That I may kneel and pray for thee, and win thee aid Divine—
For this I will be thine, my love! for this I will be thine!
F. H.
# Felicia Hemans in The New Monthly Magazine Volume 22 1828/The Dying Improvisatore

This was included in the 1829 edition of The Forest Sanctuary, and Other Poems
The New Monthly Magazine, Volume 22, Pages 403-404
THE DYING IMPROVISATORE.*
"My heart shall be pour'd over thee—and break." Prophecy of Dante.
The spirit of my land!
It visits me once more!—though I must die
Far from the myrtles which thy breeze hath fann'd,
 My own bright Italy!
 It is, it is thy breath,
Which stirs my soul e'en yet, as wavering flame
Is shaken by the wind;—in life and death
 Still trembling, yet the same!
 Oh! that Love's quenchless power
Might waft my voice to fill thy summer sky,
And through thy groves its dying music shower,
 Italy, Italy!
 The nightingale is there,
The sunbeam's glow, the citron-flower's perfume,
The South-wind's whisper in the scented air—
 —It will not pierce the tomb!
 Never, oh! never more,
On thy Rome's purple Heaven mine eye shall dwell,
Or watch the bright waves melt along thy shore—
 —My Italy, farewell!
 Alas!—thy hills among,
Had I but left a memory of my name,
Of Love and Grief one deep, true, fervent song,
 Unto immortal Fame!
 But like a lute's brief tone,
Like a rose-odour on the breezes cast,
Like a swift flush of day-spring, seen and gone,
 So hath my spirit pass'd!
 Pouring itself away,
As a wild bird amidst the foliage turns
That which within him triumphs, beats, or burns,
 Into a fleeting lay;
 That swells, and floats, and dies,
Leaving no echo to the summer woods
Of the rich breathings and impassion'd sighs,
 Which thrill'd their solitudes.
 Yet, yet remember me!
Friends! that upon its murmurs oft have hung,
When from my bosom, joyously and free,
 The fiery fountain sprung.
 Under the dark rich blue
Of midnight heavens, and on the star-lit sea,
And when woods kindle into Spring's first hue,
 Sweet Friends, remember me!
And in the marble halls,
Where Life's full glow the dreams of beauty wear,
And Poet-thoughts embodied light the walls,
 Let me be with you there!
 Fain would I bind for you
My memory with all glorious things to dwell;
Fain bid all lovely sounds my name renew—
 Sweet Friends, bright Land, farewell!F. H.
# Gerber v. Springfield Board of Education

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SUPERIOR COURT OF NEW JERSEY, APPELLATE DIVISION
328 N.J. Super. 24; 744 A.2d 670
JENNIFER P. GERBER, AN INFANT BY HER GUARDIAN AD LITEM, FRANCINE GERBER, AND RICHARD AND FRANCINE GERBER, INDIVIDUALLY, PLAINTIFFS-APPELLANTS, v. SPRINGFIELD BOARD OF EDUCATION, RUTH D. BRINEN, KENNETH FAIGENBAUM, RICHARD FALKIN, STEPHEN M. FISCHBEIN, ROBERT B. FISH, KEITH B. KURZNER, JACQUELINE P. SHANES, BENITO STRAVATO, GARY TISS, TOWNSHIP OF SPRINGFIELD, THE FLORENCE M. GAUDINEER SCHOOL, DAVID CHADWICK, KENNETH BERNABE, BETH GILARDI, LORI LUKE, AND DENNIS MCCARTHY, DE-FENDANTS-RESPONDENTS, AND SONOCERRA HUNTER AND JOHN DOES, DEFENDANTS.
On appeal from Superior Court of New Jersey, Law Division, Union County.
No. A-6662-97T1 Argued: January 3, 2000 --- Decided: February 3, 2000 --- Approved for Publication February 3, 2000.
Nicholas R. Buttafuoco, argued the cause for appellants (Buttafuoco, Karpf & Arce, attorneys; Mr. Butta-fuoco, on the brief).
Ian C. Doris, argued the cause for respondents (Harwood Lloyd, attorneys; Mr. Doris, of counsel; Eileen P. Kuzma, on the brief).
Leary, Bride, Tinker & Moran, attorneys for respondent David Chadwick; James D. Bride, on the brief.
Before Judges PETRELLA, BRAITHWAITE and COBURN. The opinion of the court was delivered by BRAITHWAITE, J.A.D.
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# Gerdes v. Lustgarten

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United States Supreme Court
266 U.S. 321
Gerdes v. Lustgarten
Argued: Oct. 13, 1924. --- Decided: Nov 24, 1924
Mr. Moses Cohen, of New York City, for petitioner.
Mr. Lawrence J. Bershad, of New York City, for respondent.
Mr. Justice SANFORD delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Gerende v. Board of Supervisors of Elections of Baltimore

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## Concurring Opinion

    Reed
United States Supreme Court
341 U.S. 56
Gerende v. Board of Supervisors of Elections of Baltimore
Argued: April 9, 1951. --- Decided: April 12, 1951
See 341 U.S. 923, 71 S.Ct. 741.
Messrs. William H. Murphy, I. Duke Avnet, Baltimore, Md., for appellant.
Messrs. Hall Hammond, J. Edgar Harvey, Baltimore, Md., for appellee.
PER CURIAM.

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# Gerende v. Board of Supervisors of Elections of Baltimore/Concurrence Reed

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United States Supreme Court
341 U.S. 56
Gerende v. Board of Supervisors of Elections of Baltimore
Argued: April 9, 1951. --- Decided: April 12, 1951
Mr. Justice REED concurs in the result.

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# Gerende v. Board of Supervisors of Elections of Baltimore/Opinion of the Court

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United States Supreme Court
341 U.S. 56
Gerende v. Board of Supervisors of Elections of Baltimore
Argued: April 9, 1951. --- Decided: April 12, 1951
This is an appeal from a decision of the Court of Appeals of the State of Maryland the effect of which is to deny the appellant a place on the ballot for a municipal election in the City of Baltimore on the ground that she has refused to file an affidavit required by state law. Md. Laws 1949, c. 86, § 15, 78 A.2d 660. The scope of the State law was passed on in Shub v. Simpson, Md., 76 A.2d 332. We read this decision to hold that to obtain a place on a Maryland ballot a candidate need only make oath that he is not a person who is engaged 'in one way or another in the attempt to overthrow the government by force or violence,' and that he is not knowingly a member of an organization engaged in such an attempt. 76 A.2d at 338. At the bar of this Court the Attorney General of the State of Maryland declared that he would advise the proper authorities to accept an affidavit in these terms as satisfying in full the statutory requirement. Under these circumstances and with this understanding, the judgment of the Maryland Court of Appeals is affirmed.
Affirmed.

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