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# Poems (1898)/Ma Belle

This poem was not included in Mrs. Coates' collected Poems (1916, in 2 vols.).
MA BELLE
The world is full of charm, ma belle, And blithe as you are young; It echoes with a silver note The lispings of your tongue; It lays upon your fairy hand A touch as light as down; It smiles approval, and, ma belle, You have not felt its frown.
The world is very rich, ma belle, And all its gifts are yours. It bows before you, little one, And while the mood endures, With roses, freshly garlanded, Your pathway bright adorns; But roses fade, ma belle, ma belle— And there are left the thorns!
To snare your feet, the world, ma belle, Has spread a shining net, What wonder then, believing child, If you awhile forget, ​Midst suitors who to-night adore, And may to-morrow range, A love that has been always yours— A love that cannot change!
What wonder!—still they whisper praise, And I have oft reproved; Of love they speak with eloquence, And I have only loved. Sometimes, alas, I envy them, Yet in the days to be, You may forget them all, ma belle— But will remember me!
# Poems (1898)/Love Conquers Death

LOVE CONQUERS DEATH
Love conquers Death by night and day, Beguiles him long of his destined prey; And when, at last, that seems to perish Which he hath striven still to cherish, Love plucks the soul from the fallen clay.
Death is not master, but Love's slave: He smites the timid and the brave; Yet as he fares, with sweet low laughter, Love, the sower, follows after, Scattering seed in each new-made grave!
# Poems (1898)/Life

POEMS
LIFE
Before we knew thee thou wert with us; ay, In that far time, forgotten and obscure, When, doubtful of ourselves, of naught secure, We feebly uttered first our human cry. We had not murmured hadst thou passed us by, And now, with all our vaunted knowledge sure, We know not from what source of bounty pure Thou camest, our dull clay to glorify. Yet—for thou didst awake us when but dust, Careless of thee—one tender hope redeems Each loss by the dark river: more and more We feel that we who long for thee may trust To wake again, as children do from dreams, And find thee waiting on the farther shore.
# Poems (1898)/Limitation

LIMITATION
As when the imperial bird, wide-circling, soars From his lonely eyrie, towered above the seas That wash the wild and rugged Hebrides, A force which he unconsciously adores Bounds the majestic flight that heaven explores, And droops his haughty wing; as when the breeze Tempts to o'erleap their changeless boundaries The waves that tumble foaming to those shores; So thou, my soul! impatient of restriction, With deathless hopes and longings all aglow, Aspirest still, and still the stern prediction Stays thee, as them,—"No further shalt thou go!" But, ah! the eagle feels not thine affliction, Nor can the broken waves thy disappointment know.
# Poems (1898)/Love Sailed at Morn

LOVE SAILED AT MORN
Love sailed at morn in a fragile bark, With broidered pennants flying: His skies with sudden storm grew dark, Yet gallant Love, with courage gay, Rode jocund on his conquering way, The winds and the waves defying.
But when, all peril overpast, In tranquil harbor lying, He felt no more the billowing blast Oppose his sails, Love, joy-becalmed, Each foe subdued, each effort balmed, Without a wound, lay dying.
# Poems (1898)/Man

MAN
I was born as free as the silvery light That laughs in a Southern fountain; Free as the sea-fed bird that nests On a Scandinavian mountain, Free as the wind that mocks at the sway And pinioning clasp of another, Yet in the slave they scourged to-day I saw and knew—my brother!
Vested in purple I sat apart, But the cord that smote him bruised me; I closed my ears, but the sob that broke From his savage breast accused me; No phrase of reasoning judgement just The plaint of my soul could smother, A creature vile, abased to the dust, I knew him still—my brother.
And the autumn day that had smiled so fair Seemed suddenly overclouded; A gloom, more dreadful than Nature owns, My human mind enshrouded; ​I thought of the power benign that made And bound men one to the other, And I felt in my brother's fear afraid, And ashamed in the shame of my brother.
# Plague Ship

Written as Andrew North one or more chapters are available in a spoken word format.

## Contents

* Chapter I: Perfumed Planet
* Chapter II: Rivals
* Chapter III: Contact at Last
* Chapter IV: Gorp Hunt
* Chapter V: The Perilous Seas
* Chapter VI: Duelist's Challenge
* Chapter VII: Barring Accident
* Chapter VIII: Headaches
* Chapter IX: Plague!
* Chapter X: E-Stat Landing
* Chapter XI: Desperate Measures
* Chapter XII: Strange Behaviour of a Hoobat
* Chapter XIII: Off the Map
* Chapter XIV: Special Mission
* Chapter XV: Medic Hovan Reports
* Chapter XVI: The Battle of the Video
* Chapter XVII: In Custody
* Chapter XVIII: Bargain Concluded
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# Oscar Wilde, His Life and Confessions/Part One

* Oscar's Father and Mother on Trial
* Oscar Wilde as a Schoolboy
* Trinity, Dublin: Magdalen, Oxford
* Formative Influences: Oscar's Poems
* Oscar's Quarrel with Whistler and Marriage
* Oscar Wilde's Faith and Practice
* Oscar's Reputation and Supporters
* Oscar's Growth to Originality About 1890
* The Summer of Success: Oscar's First Play
* The First Meeting with Lord Alfred Douglas
* The Threatening Cloud Draws Nearer
* Danger Signals: the Challenge
* Oscar Attacks Queensberry and is Worsted
* How Genius is Persecuted in England
* The Queen vs. Wilde: The First Trial
* Escape Rejected: The Second Trial and Sentence
# Osee

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* A book of the Hebrew Bible, now known as Hosea; for versions, see Hosea (Bible).
* Biblical commentary and analysis
** "Osee," in Catholic Encyclopedia, (ed.) by Charles G. Herbermann and others, New York: The Encyclopaedia Press (1913)
# Oshkosh Waterworks Company v. Oshkosh

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United States Supreme Court
187 U.S. 437
Oshkosh Waterworks Company v. Oshkosh
Argued: November 6, 1902. --- Decided: January 5, 1903
Mr. Moses Hooper for plaintiff in error.
Mr. John F. Kluwin for defendant in error.
Mr. Justice Harlan delivered the opinion of the court:

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# Osman v. Douds

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United States Supreme Court
339 U.S. 846
Osman v. Douds
On Jurisdictional Statement Distributed Nov. 26, 1948.
Decided June 5, 1950.
Rehearing Denied Oct. 9, 1950.
See 71 S.Ct. 12.
Samuel A. Newberger, New York City, for appellants.
No appearance for appellee.
PER CURIAM.

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# Oscar Wilde, His Life and Confessions/Part Two

* Prison and the Effects of Punishment
* Mitigation of Punishment; but not Release
* His St. Martin's Summer: His Best Work
* The Results of His Second Fall: His Genius
* His Sense of Rivalry; His Love of Life and Laziness
* "A Great Romantic Passion!"
* His Judgments of Writers and of Women
* We Argue About His "Pet Vice" and Punishment
* The Last Hope Lost
* The End
* A Last Word
# Poems (Denver)/Paul I. in the Prison of Kosciusko

PAUL I. IN THE PRISON OF KOSCIUSKO.
[One of the first acts of Paul, immediately on the death of the empress, was to visit Kosciusko in prison and assure him of his kindness and consideration. He gave him his liberty, and also offered him a pension, which the noble Pole indignantly refused.]
# Poems (Denver)/Robert of Normandy

ROBERT OF NORMANDY.
["This unfortunate son of William the Conqueror seems to have been born to be the sport of fortune, or rather the victim of his own indiscretion. He was a prince of great courage, and for some time of great reputation. But his profusion and thoughtless imprudence caused him twice to lose the opportunity of ascending the throne of England, which was his indisputable birth-right. After spending his youth amidst toil and fatigues, he saw himself at last deprived of his fortune, his friends and his freedom, and condemned to languish the remainder of his days in hopeless captivity. He expired in Cardiff Castle, where he had been kept twenty-six years a prisoner."—Bigland's History of England.]
# Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume I/True Love

TRUE LOVE
TRUE love is not a conquest won, But a perpetual winning; A tireless service bravely done And ever new-beginning;
Gold will not buy it for to-day Nor keep it for to-morrow, From Pleasure's path it turns away, To make its bed with Sorrow.
White, Aphrodite, are thy doves, But 'neath their snows are burning, Undying flames, and he who loves Aspires with flame-like yearning:
Aspires unto a far-off bliss Whose vision makes him younger, And moved to rapture by thy kiss, Still for thy soul doth hunger!
# Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume I/When Christ was Born

WHEN CHRIST WAS BORN
ON that divine all-hallowed morn When Christ in Bethlehem was born, How lone did Mary seem to be, The kindly beasts for company!
But when she saw her infant's face— Fair with the soul's unfading grace, Softly she wept for love's excess, For painless ease and happiness.
She pressed her treasure to her heart— A lowly mother, set apart In the dear way that mothers are, And heaven seemed nigh, and earth afar:
And when grave kings in sumptuous guise Adored her babe, she knew them wise; For at his touch her sense grew dim— So all her being worshiped him.
A nimbus seemed to crown the head Low-nestled in that manger-bed, ​And Mary's forehead, to our sight, Wears ever something of its light;
And still the heart—poor pensioner! In its affliction turns to her— Best loved of all, best understood, The type of selfless motherhood!
# Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume I/Éastre

ÉASTRE
I, WHO am ever young, Am she whom Earth hath sung From the far ages when from death awaking She felt the dawn of life within her breaking— A strange and inexperienced delight— That warned the desert places of her night, And, after bondage long, Left her divinely free To worship with an ecstasy, Voiceless, that yet was song!
I am that she, Astarte named, By proud Phœnicia and Assyria claimed, Adored by Babylon and Naucratis. From the moon, my throne of bliss, On famed Hieropolis Where stood my temple sanctified and hoary, I poured such floods of silver glory That mortals—blest my palest beams to see— Fell prone upon the earth and worshiped me!
​I am Aurora—goddess of the dawn! To heaven in my orient car updrawn, While wingèd joys fly after, I part with roseate hand the curtained dark. Mid bird-songs and celestial laughter, I perfume all the æther with my breath, And putting by the envious clouds of Death, With my insistent yearning Rekindle the sun's fire and set it burning.
Persephone am I—the Spring! Whom all things celebrate and sing. When glad from Hades' sombre home Back to the dear, dear earth I come, The gods themselves, my way befriending, Look down on me with shining eyes benign, And grant that, to my mother's arms ascending, Of miracles the loveliest shall be mine.
Howe'er men speak my name I ever am the same,— In herb and tree and vine and blossoming flower, Regenerating, consecrating power. Youth am I and delight. Astarte or Aurora, still the priest ​Of mysteries beneficently bright. The vivifying glory of the East, The Spring, in vesture of transparent dyes 'Broidered with blossoms and with butterflies, The door that leads from gloomy vasts of Death,— I resurrection am!—new life! new breath!
# Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume II/"I Longed for Love"

"I LONGED FOR LOVE"
I LONGED for love, and eager to discover Its hiding-place, I wandered far and wide; And as forlorn I sought the lone world over, Unrecognized, love journeyed at my side.
I craved for peace, and priceless years expended In unrewarded search from shore to shore; But home returned, the weary seeking ended, Peace welcomed me where dwelt my peace of yore!
# Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume I/War

WAR
IN the beginning was I born, With man from out the dust; And presently, from earth uptorn, Came Cruelty and Lust. Alway, the vassals of my will, They twain go with me still.
Where'er my flashing sword they see, Where'er they scent my breath, Quickly they follow after me, Bringing despair and death; Yet still the mighty wear with pride My liveries, crimson-dyed!
Once, long ago, in ages gone, When man seemed as the brute, I looked with dread to wisdom's dawn, And virtue's ripening fruit: Now sages wreathe my brow with bays, And poets chant my praise.
​And once, in little Bethlehem— Once only, not again— Peace wore a royal diadem: But I could trust to men, And crucified upon a tree, Peace is a memory!
# Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume I/Why Did You Go ?

WHY DID YOU GO?
DEATH called,—but why did you go? Did you not know That life is better than death, That snatches the breath Out of joy?—that love is better than death?
Did you not understand How guarded the Land Where death leads?—that howe'er the heart yearn, One may never return From the gloom Of that dwelling-place lone that doth hold and entomb?
O my sweet! Might I follow your feet,— Afar from the sun and the bloom-scented air, I would open once more The inexorable door, And drink of dark Lethe, your prison to share!
# Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume I/Victory

VICTORY
PEACE! for the silver bugles play, And the glad fifes, with shriller sound; The drum beats fast, and, far away, Awakens joy profound.
From dawn unto the setting sun We battled, and our foes have lost; O heart, my heart, the day is won,— Break thou, and pay the cost!
# Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume I/Water Lilies

WATER LILIES
I GATHERED them—the lilies pure and pale, The golden-hearted lilies, virgin fair, And in a vase of crystal, placed them where Their perfumes might unceasingly exhale. High in my lonely tent above the swale, Above the shimmering mere and blossoms there, I solaced with their sweetness my despair, And fed with dews their beauteous petals frail.
But when the aspens felt the evening breeze, And shadows 'gan across the lake to creep, When hermit-thrushes to the Oreades Sang vesper orisons, from cloisters deep,— My lilies, lulled by native sympathies, Upfolded their white leaves and fell asleep.
# Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume II/"Honor, Not Honors"

"HONOR, NOT HONORS"
HAST thou for honor laid ambition down? Honor, itself, shall be thy sure reward, A guard more certain than a flaming sword,— A crown above a crown.
Since it is honor stays thy lofty quest, Welcome the high defeat thy spirit dares! Aye, wear it proudly as a victor wears The star upon his breast!

## Notes

* ↑ Motto of Sir Richard Burton.
* ↑ Motto of Sir Richard Burton.
# Poems (Hazlett-Bevis)/Le Brave Chevalier

Le Brave Chevalier.
[A Tribute to Lieut. R. M. G. Brown.]
# Poems for Workers (Gomez 1925)/A Woman's Execution

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A Woman's Execution.
By Edward King.
Written after the fall of the Paris Commune of 1871, when the Communards were being slaughtered by black reaction. The author was an American journalist who lived from 1848 to 1896.
Sweet-breathed and young, The people's daughter, No nerves unstrung, Going to slaughter.
"Good morning, friends, You'll love us better— Make us amends: We've burst your fetter!
"How the sun gleams! (Women are snarling): Give me your beams, Liberty's darling!
"Marie's my name; Christ's mother bore it. The badge? No shame: Glad that I wore it!"
​(Hair to the waist, Limbs like a Venus): Robes are displaced: "Soldiers, please screen us!
"He at the front? That is my lover: Stood all the brunt;— Now—the fight's over.
"Powder and bread Gave out together: Droll to be dead In this bright weather!
"Jean, boy, we might Have married in June! This is the wall? Right! VIVE LA COMMUNE!"
# Poems for Workers (Gomez 1925)/Bellies

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Bellies
By Jim Waters.
At Washington, I was a bass-drum belly Waddling through a luxurious corridor of the Capitol. This belly was a high dignitary Who sits on an authoritative bench, And dictates the laws of the gaunt bellies of the poor. There were other bass-drum bellies waddling about And lounging in executive chambers; They make the laws for gaunt bellies of the poor. And I saw the bass-drum bellies of the rich, The bankers, the industrial magnates and their lackeys, Laughing, talking, whispering with these official bass-drum bellies. And I thought: "What can be the meaning of all this?" I looked to the North and saw the gaunt bellies of strikers unlawfully beaten and jailed. I looked to the South and saw the gaunt bellies of factory children denied their constitutional rights. I looked to the West and saw the gaunt bellies of farmers bankrupt by legalized robbery. Everywhere I looked I saw the gaunt bellies of the poor Oppressed and denied their constitutional rights By these official bass-drum bellies at Washington. Surely, I thought: "This is a Belly Government, Of, by and for the bass-drum bellies of the rich."
# Poems for Workers (Gomez 1925)

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Poems for Workers
An Anthology
Edited by Manuel Gomez
Price, 10 Cents
Published for THE WORKERS PARTY OF AMERICA by The Daily Worker Publishing Co. CHICAGO, ILL.
Poems for Workers
An Anthology
Edited by Manuel Gomez
THE LITTLE RED LIBRARY No. 5
* Preface
* "The Song of the Classes"
* We Have Fed You All For a Thousand Years
* A Woman's Execution
* The Legacy
* "Gunmen" in West Virginia
* God to Hungry Child
* Pittsburgh
* Bread and Roses
* Bellies
* Statistics
* "Canned"
* An Administration Delegate Reports
* When the Cock Crows
* Caliban in the Coal Mines
* Spring in New Hampshire
* I. W. W.
* Wheatland—A Memory
* Mourn Not the Dead
* To France
* The Red Guard
* John Reed's Body
* Nobody Knows
* Muckers
* Graceland
* Anna Imroth
* I am the People, the Mob
* In Trafalgar Square
* Slaves
* Night on the Convoy
* Swear You'll Never Forget
* Cry of the People
* Out From Siberia
* The Five-Point Star
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# Poems for Workers (Gomez 1925)/Anna Imroth

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Anna Imroth
By CARL SANDBURG.
Cross the hands over the breast here—so. Straighten the legs a little more—so.
And call for the wagon to come and take her home. Her mother will cry some and so will her sisters and brothers.
But all of the others got down and they are safe and this is the only one of the factory girls who wasn't lucky in making the jump when the fire broke.
It is the hand of God and the lack of fire escapes.
# Poems for Workers (Gomez 1925)/Canned

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"Canned"
By Jim Waters
To hell with you! You ain't the whole earth, Not by a damn sight!
You sneak around shaking your fat paunch shouting: "I'm losing money . . . hurry-up . . . pull-out. . . "Step-on-it!" . . . and you "can" anybody that talks back. I've seen your kind before―always losing money― Riding in limousines, showing off on the golf links, And talking open shop at the Union Club. On Sunday you go to church and tell everybody What a nice employer you are . . . On Monday you go blue in the face cursing your men. You can't bull-doze me!
To hell with you! You ain't the whole earth, Not by a damn sight!
# Poems for Workers (Gomez 1925)/God to Hungry Child

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God to Hungry Child
By Langston Hughes.
Hungry child, I didn't make this world for you. You didn't buy any stock in my railroad. You didn't invest in my corporation. Where are your shares in Standard Oil? I made the world for the rich And the will-be-rich And the have-always-been-rich. Not for you, Hungry child.
# Poems for Workers (Gomez 1925)/An Administration Delegate Reports

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An Administration Delegate Reports
By Jim Waters
(Ted Miller―that isn't his name, but it will do just as well―is a rock-ribbed reactionary, a defender of the American Constitution and protector of the sanctity of the home. He is down on all Reds. So the bureaucrats in the central labor body picked him out to represent them at the A. F. of L. convention at El Paso. This is what Ted reported when he got back. It is not fiction. Ted is a real person, and the story was taken down pretty nearly verbatim.)
"Well, brothers, I got back from the Texas Convention last night, And I sure want to thank you for the trip. The convention was called on the Seventeeth And adjourned on the Twenty-fourth. We all had a good time. Most of the boys spent their time in Juarez. That's sure some town . . . They don't have keys in that town . . . Whisky . . . two dollars a quart . . . good stuff. Plenty of beer. The Mexicans make a drink Called pulki . . . it would make a man kill his mother. We sure had plenty to drink. . . Now I've seen lots of bull thrown around here, But down there I saw them killed by the car load. And cock fights! . . . Christ, them long-legged birds Can fight like hell . . . never seen anything like it. ​We sure had a good time . . . And women . . . a man's a hog that wants better variety; And nationality, color, size, any age from twelve to sixty. I was too drunk to see good, but they looked pretty clean. Well, brothers, I don't know of any more to say, Only, I sure want to thank you for the trip.
"Oh, just another word, brothers. You remember the big schooners O'Sullivan used to put out? Them two-handled ones? Well, that's how they serve beer in Juarez."
# Poems for Workers (Gomez 1925)/Bread and Roses

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Bread and Roses.
By James Oppenheim.
(In a parade of textile workers during the great strike at Lawrence, Mass., some young girls carried a banner inscribed, "We want Bread, and Roses, too!")
As we come marching, marching, in the beauty of the day, A million darkened kitchens, a thousand mill-lofts gray Are touched with all the radiance that a sudden sun discloses, For the people hear us singing, "Bread and Roses, Bread and Roses."
As we come marching, we battle, too, for men— For they are women's children and we mother them again.
Our lives shall not be sweated from birth until life closes— Hearts starve as well as bodies; Give us Bread, but give us Roses!