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# Pensive, doubting, fearful heart

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To the afflicted, tossed with tempests and not comforted by John Newton
    Pensive, doubting, fearful heart,
    Hear what CHRIST the Savior says;
    Every word should joy impart,
    Change thy mourning into praise:
    Yes, he speaks, and speaks to thee,
    May he help thee to believe!
    Then thou presently wilt see,
    Thou hast little cause to grieve.
    "Fear thou not, nor be ashamed,
    All thy sorrows soon shall end
    I who heav'n and earth have framed,
    Am thy husband and thy friend
    I the High and Holy One,
    Israel's GOD by all adored;
    As thy Savior will be known,
    Thy Redeemer and thy Lord.
    For a moment I withdrew,
    And thy heart was filled with pain;
    But my mercies I'll renew,
    Thou shalt soon rejoice again:
    Though I scorn to hide my face,
    Very soon my wrath shall cease;
    'Tis but for a moment's space,
    Ending in eternal peace.
    When my peaceful bow appears
    Painted on the wat'ry cloud;
    'Tis to dissipate thy fears,
    Lest the earth should be o'erflowed:
    'Tis an emblem too of grace,
    Of my cov'nant love a sign;
    Though the mountains leave their place,
    Thou shalt be for ever mine.
    Though afflicted, tempest-tossed,
    Comfortless awhile thou art,
    Do not think thou canst be lost,
    Thou art graven on my heart
    All thy walls I will repair,
    Thou shalt be rebuilt anew;
    And in thee it shall appear,
    What a God of love can do.
# Phillips v. Walling

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United States Supreme Court
324 U.S. 490
Phillips v. Walling
Argued: March 2, 1945. --- Decided: March 26, 1945
Mr. Joseph B. Ely, of Boston, Mass., for petitioner.
Bessie Margolin, of Washington, D.C., for respondent.
Mr. Justice MURPHY delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Pike v. Wassell

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United States Supreme Court
94 U.S. 711
Pike v. Wassell
APPEAL from the Circuit Court of the United States for the Eastern District of Arkansas.
Mr. Luther H. Pike for the appellants.
Mr. William M. Randolph for the appellees.
MR. CHIEF JUSTICE WAITE delivered the opinion of the court.

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# Piles v. Bouldin

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United States Supreme Court
24 U.S. 325
Piles v. Bouldin
Feb. 15th.
THIS cause was argued by Mr. Isaacs, for the plaintiffs in error, no counsel appearing for the defendants in error. March 10th.
Mr. Justice DUVALL delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Pilgrim Song (Coates)

"Pilgrims of the trackless deep"
* Coates, Florence Earle (1904), "Pilgrim Song" in Mine and Thine (1904).
* Coates, Florence Earle (1916), "Pilgrim Song" in Poems I.

## References

* ↑ Florence Earle Coates was the 10th founding member of the Society of Mayflower Descendants in the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania (SMDPA) in 1896.
# Pilgrim's Song to the Evening Star

* Pilgrim's Evening Song to the Evening Star, in The New Monthly Magazine Volume 39, 1833.
* Pilgrim's Song to the Evening Star, in National Lyrics, and Songs for Music, 1834.
# Pilgrim Song

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* Any of the fifteen Psalms entitled "Pilgrim Song" or "Song of Ascents"
* "Pilgrim Song", a poem by Florence Earle Coates. ("Pilgrims of the trackless deep")
* "Pilgrim Song", a poem by Dorothea Mackellar from The Witch Maid, and Other Verses. ("My feet are grey with the roadside dust,")
# Poems (Dickinson)/The Mountain

XXI.
THE MOUNTAIN.
The mountain sat upon the plain In his eternal chair, His observation omnifold, His inquest everywhere.
The seasons prayed around his knees, Like children round a sire: Grandfather of the days is he, Of dawn the ancestor.
# Poems (Dickinson)/The Outlet

XI.
THE OUTLET.
My river runs to thee: Blue sea, wilt welcome me?
My river waits reply. Oh sea, look graciously!
I'll fetch thee brooks From spotted nooks,—
Say, sea, take me!
# Poems (Dickinson)/The Chariot

XXVII.
THE CHARIOT.
Because I could not stop for Death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves And Immortality.
We slowly drove, he knew no haste, And I had put away My labor, and my leisure too, For his civility.
We passed the school where children played, Their lessons scarcely done; We passed the fields of gazing grain, We passed the setting sun.
​We paused before a house that seemed A swelling of the ground; The roof was scarcely visible, The cornice but a mound.
Since then 't is centuries; but each Feels shorter than the day I first surmised the horses' heads Were toward eternity.
# Poems (Dickinson)/The First Lesson

XXI.
THE FIRST LESSON.
Not in this world to see his face Sounds long, until I read the place Where this is said to be But just the primer to a life Unopened, rare, upon the shelf, Clasped yet to him and me.
And yet, my primer suits me so I would not choose a book to know Than that, be sweeter wise; Might some one else so learned be, And leave me just my A B C, Himself could have the skies.
# Poems (Dickinson)/The Hemlock

XXX.
THE HEMLOCK.
I think the hemlock likes to stand Upon a marge of snow; It suits his own austerity, And satisfies an awe
That men must slake in wilderness, Or in the desert cloy,— An instinct for the hoar, the bald, Lapland's necessity.
The hemlock's nature thrives on cold; The gnash of northern winds Is sweetest nutriment to him, His best Norwegian wines.
​To satin races he is nought; But children on the Don Beneath his tabernacles play, And Dnieper wrestlers run.
# Poems (Dickinson)/The Lonely House

XV.
THE LONELY HOUSE.
I know some lonely houses off the road A robber 'd like the look of,— Wooden barred, And windows hanging low, Inviting to A portico, Where two could creep: One hand the tools, The other peep To make sure all 's asleep. Old fashioned eyes, Not easy to surprise!
How orderly the kitchen 'd look by night, With just a clock,— But they could gag the tick, And mice won't bark; And so the walls don't tell, None will.
​A pair of spectacles afar just stir— An almanac 's aware. Was it the mat winked, Or a nervous star? The moon slides down the stair To see who 's there.
There 's plunder,—where? Tankard, or spoon, Earring, or stone, A watch, some ancient brooch To match the grandmamma, Staid sleeping there.
Day rattles, too, Stealth 's slow; The sun has got as far As the third sycamore. Screams chanticleer, "Who 's there?" And echoes, trains away, Sneer—"Where?" While the old couple, just astir, Fancy the sunrise left the door ajar!
# Poems (Dickinson)/The Funeral

XIII.
THE FUNERAL.
That short, potential stir That each can make but once, That bustle so illustrious 'T is almost consequence,
Is the éclat of death. Oh, thou unknown renown
That not a beggar would accept, Had he the power to spurn!
# Poems (Dickinson)/The Grass

IX.
THE GRASS.
THE grass so little has to do,— A sphere of simple green, With only butterflies to brood, And bees to entertain,
And stir all day to pretty tunes The breezes fetch along, And hold the sunshine in its lap And bow to everything;
And thread the dews all night, like pearls, And make myself so fine,— A duchess were too common For such a noticing.
​And even when it dies, to pass In odors so divine, As lowly spices gone to sleep, Or amulets of pine
And then to dwell in sovereign barns, And dream the days away,— The grass so little has to do, I wish I were the hay!
# Poems (Dickinson)/The Book of Martyrs

XVIII.
THE BOOK OF MARTYRS.
Read, sweet, how others strove, Till we are stouter; What they renounced, Till we are less afraid; How many times they bore The faithful witness, Till we are helped, As if a kingdom cared!
Read then of faith That shone above the fagot; Clear strains of hymn
The river could not drown; Brave names of men And celestial women, Passed out of record Into renown!
# Poems (Dickinson)/The Mystery of Pain

XIX.
THE MYSTERY OF PAIN.
Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not.
It has no future but itself, Its infinite realms contain Its past, enlightened to perceive
# Poems (Baldwyn)/Dedication

Dedicated
(by permission)
TO THE REV. JOHN IRWIN, A.M.
Rev. Sir,
I (with the rest of the members of St. James's Church) am most sincerely happy in the anticipation of your residence among us as our Pastor; and I trust this small expression of welcome may not be considered unworthy of your regard. Will you accept this small offering from the orphan daughter of your predecessor, who hopes long to see you the dispenser of the word of life in this parish, and that yourself and family may spend many happy years in that home which is endeared to her as her birth-place?
I am,
Rev. Sir,
Very respectfully yours,
AUGUSTA BALDWYN.
St. Johns, C.E.,
15th April, 1859.
# Persian Literature/Volume 1/The Sháh Námeh

THE SHÁH NÁMEH
BY
FIRDUSI
(Abul Kasim Mansur)
[Translated into English by James Atkinson]
The system of Sir William Jones in the printing of Oriental words has been kept in view in the following work, viz.: The letter a represents the short vowel as in bat, á with an accent the broad sound of a in hall, i as in lily, í with an accent as in police, u as in bull, ú with an accent as in rude, ó with an accent as o in pole, the diphthong ai as in aisle, au as in the German word kraut or ou in house.
# Persian Literature

Originally published in 1909.
* Volume 1: The Sháh Námeh; The Rubáiyát; The Divan
* Volume 2: The Gulistan
This work is in the public domain in the United States because it was published before January 1, 1929.
This work may be in the public domain in countries and areas with longer native copyright terms that apply the rule of the shorter term to foreign works.
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# Persian Literature/Volume 1

University Collection
EDITION DE LUXE
Limited to One Thousand Sets
of which this is
Number 710
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A PRISONER OF SPEAR AND ARROWS.
Hand-colored Artist proof from the original painting by P. H. Calderon.
The lot of woman in the ancient Orient was not happy. In times of war the as slav conquerors held as slaves the fair young women of their vanquished foes. The suppliant in Calderon’s famous painting is very likely making a strong plea for her freedom. She seems to have won her quest, for the attitude of the warrior is gracious and indicative of acquiescence.
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Copyright, 1900,
By THE COLONIAL PRESS.
CONTENTS
THE SHÁH NÁMEH :
| PAGE ||
| Introduction | 3 |
| Kaiúmers | 7 |
| Húsheng | 9 |
| Tahúmers | 10 |
| Jemshíd | 11 |
| Mirtás-Tází, and His Son Zohák | 13 |
| Kavah, the Blacksmith | 31 |
| Feridún | 35 |
| Feridún and His Three Sons | 37 |
| Minúchihr | 43 |
| Zál, the Son of Sám | 50 |
| The Dream of Sám | 51 |
| Rúdábeh | 54 |
| Death of Minúchihr | 68 |
| Nauder | 69 |
| Afrásiyáb Marches against Nauder | 72 |
| Afrásiyáb | 75 |
| Zau | 78 |
| Garshásp | 78 |
| Kai-Kobád | 84 |
| Kai-Káús | 88 |
| The Seven Labors of Rustem | 93 |
| Invasion of Irán by Afrásiyáb | 107 |
| The Return of Kai-Káús | 109 |
| Story of Sohráb | 115 |
| The Story of Saiáwush | 157 |
| Kai-Khosráu | 189 |
| Akwán Díw | 206 |
| The Story of Byzun and Maníjeh | 210 |
| Barzú, and His Conflict with Rustem | 224 |
| Súsen and Afrásiyáb | 233 |
| The Expedition of Gúdarz | 240 |
| The Death of Afrásiyáb | 245 |
| The Death of Kai-Khosráu | 247 ​ |
| Lohurásp | 250 |
| Gushtásp, and the Faith of Zerdusht | 260 |
| The Heft-Khan of Isfendiyár | 273 |
| Capture of the Brazen Fortress | 284 |
| The Death of Isfendiyár | 307 |
| The Death of Rustem | 311 |
| Bahman | 315 |
| Húmaí and the Birth of Dáráb | 318 |
| Dáráb and Dárá | 323 |
| Sikander | 325 |
| Firdusi's Invocation | 334 |
| Firdusi's Satire on Máhmúd | 336 |
| THE RUBÁIYÁT ||
| Introduction | 341 |
| Omar Khayyám | 345 |
| The Rubáiyát | 349 |
| THE DIVAN ||
| Introduction | 365 |
| Fragment by Háfiz | 369 |
| The Divan | 371 |
ILLUSTRATIONS
FACING PAGE :
| Prisoner of Spear and Arrows | Frontispiece |
| Hand-colored artist proof from the Original Painting by P. H. Calderon ||
| Page from a Persian Grammar | 212 |
| Fac-simile Reproduction of Oriental Printing and Engraving ||
# Persian Letters/Letter 99
#### Letter 99

Usbek to Ibben, at Smyrna
THERE is no country in the world where fortune is more inconstant than in this. Every ten years a revolution happens which plunges the wealthy into misery, and raises the poor on rapid wings to the summit of affluence. The one is astonished at his poverty; the other at his riches. The new-made rich man admires the wisdom of providence; the pauper, the mischance of a blind fate.
Those who gather the taxes swim in wealth; and there are few Tantaluses among them. It is the extremity of misery, however, that drives them into this employment. They are despised like dirt while they are poor; when they become rich, they are sufficiently respected, as they neglect nothing to acquire esteem.
They are at present in a dreadful situation. They are about to establish a chamber of justice, so called because it is to strip them of all their wealth. They can neither transfer, nor hide their effects; for they are compelled to render an exact account, upon pain of death; thus they have to pass through a very narrow strait, I mean between their lives and their money. To fill up the cup of their misfortune, there is a minister, remarkable for his wit, who honours them with his jokes, and makes fun of all the deliberations of the council. It is not every day that ministers are to be found disposed to make the people laugh; and they ought to be much beholden to him for having undertaken to do so.
The body of footmen is more respectable in France than anywhere else; it is a nursery of great lords; it fills up the vacancies in other ranks. The members of it take the places of the unfortunate great, of ruined magistrates, of gentlemen killed in the fury of war; and when they are unable to find supply among themselves, they re-establish all the great families by means of their daughters, which are like a kind of manure enriching barren and mountainous soil.
I find, Ibben, the ways of providence in the distribution of wealth admirable. If riches had been granted only to good people, they would not have been sufficiently distinguished from virtue, and their insignificance would not have been fully recognised. But when we consider who are the people most loaded with them, by dint of despising the rich, we come to despise riches.
Paris, the 26th of the moon of Maharram, 1717.
# Persian Letters/Letter 95
#### Letter 95

Usbek to Rhedi, at Venice
I HAVE never heard public law discussed, without a preliminary careful inquiry into the origin of society, which seems to me absurd. If men did not unite, if they avoided and fled from each other, it would be necessary to ask the reason, and to inquire why they kept apart; but we are all born with relations; a son comes into the world beside his father, and stays there: that is society, and the cause of society.
International law is better understood in Europe than in Asia; and yet it must be said that the passions of princes, the patience of the people, and the flattery of authors, have corrupted all its principles.
At the present time this law is a science which teaches princes to what length they may carry the violation of justice without injuring their own interests. What a design, Rhedi, to wish to harden the conscience by reducing iniquity to a system, by giving it rules, by settling its principles, and drawing inferences from it!
The absolute power of our sublime Sultans, which is a law to itself, produces no greater monstrosities than this unworthy art, which would bend justice, inflexible as it is.
One would say, Rhedi, that there are two species of justice wholly different from each other: one which regulates the affairs of individuals, and rules in civil law; another which settles the differences arising between peoples, and tyrannizes over international law; as if international law were not itself a civil law, not indeed of a particular country, but of the world.
I will explain to you in another letter my thoughts on this subject.
Paris, the 1st of the moon of Zilhage, 1716.
# Persian Letters/Letter 97
#### Letter 97

The Chief Eunuch to Usbek, at Paris
A GREAT number of yellow women from the kingdom of Visapour have arrived here. I have bought one for your brother, the governor of Mazenderan, who sent me a month ago his sublime commands and a hundred tomans.
I am skilled in women, especially as they can no longer delude me, and as my heart does not interfere with my understanding.
I have never seen beauty so regular, so perfect: her dazzling eyes lighten up her countenance, and heighten the lustre of a complexion which might eclipse all the charms of Circassia.
The chief eunuch of a merchant of Ispahan bade for her against me: but she withdrew herself disdainfully from his gaze, and seemed to invite mine; as if to tell me that a wretched merchant was unworthy of her, and that she was destined for a more illustrious husband.
I confess to you, that I feel within me a sacred joy, when I think of the charms of this lovely person. I fancy I see her entering the seraglio of your brother: I delight myself with a foresight of the astonishment of all his wives; the haughty grief of some; the silent but heavier sorrow of others; the malicious pleasure of those who have nothing to hope for, and the enraged ambition of those whose hope is not yet dead.
I travel from one end of the kingdom to the other, to change the entire face of a seraglio. What passions shall I excite! What terrors and punishments am I preparing!
Nevertheless, in spite of this internal disturbance, outward tranquility will be undisturbed: great revolutions will be hidden in the depths of the heart; grief will be repressed and joy will be restrained; obedience will be no less prompt, nor discipline less inflexible: amiability, which is always exacted, will spring from the depths of despair itself.
We have noticed that the more women we have under our care, the less trouble they give us. A greater necessity to be agreeable, less opportunity for conspiring, more examples of submission; all this increases their fetters. They are constantly watchful of the doings of their neighbours: they seem to unite themselves with us to render themselves more dependent: they take part in our labour, and open our eyes when they are closed. What do I say? They continually incite their master against their rivals, unaware how close at hand their own punishment may be.
But all this, magnificent lord, all this is nothing without the master’s presence. What can we do with this vain show of an authority which can never be entirely imparted? We represent, and that but feebly, only the half of yourself: we can only show them a hateful severity; whereas you can temper fear with hope, and are more absolute when you caress than when you threaten.
Return then, magnificent lord, return to this abode, and impress throughout it your authority. Come and alleviate despairing passions: come and remove every pretext to go astray: come to pacify complaining love, and to make duty itself pleasant: come, lastly, to relieve your faithful eunuchs of a burden which grows heavier every day.
The Seraglio at Ispahan, the 8th of the Moon of Zilhage, 1716.
# Poems (Eaton)/The Old Blue Coat

Glen-Echo Home.
# Poems (Eaton)/When my Boy comes back

Glen-Echo Home, December, 1863.
# Poems (Eaton)/The Twin Pines

Glen-Echo Home, August, 1862.
# Pleasant Memories of Pleasant Lands 1842/Corra Linn

CORRA LINN.
Thou'rt beautiful, sweet Corra Linn,
 In thy sequestered place,
Thy plunge on plunge mid wreathing foam
 Abrupt, yet full of grace,
Down, down, with breathless speed thou go'st
 Into thy rock-sown bed,
Bright sunbeams on thy glancing robes,
 Rude crags above thy head.
Thy misty dew is on the trees,
 And forth with gladness meet
They reach the infant leaf and bud,
 To take thy baptism sweet.
No Clydesdale spears are flashing high,
 In foray wild and rude,
But Corra's time-rocked castle sleeps
 In peaceful solitude.
What wouldst thou think, sweet Corra Linn,
 Shouldst thou Niagara spy,
That mighty monarch of the West
 With terror in his eye?
Thou' dst fear him on his Ocean-throne,
 Like lion in his lair,
Meek, snooded maiden, dowered with all
 That father Clyde can spare.
For thou might'st perch, like hooded bird,
 Upon his giant hand,
Nor mid his world of waters wake
 A ripple on his strand.
He'd drink thee up, sweet Corra Linn,
 And thou, to crown the sip,
Wouldst scarce a wheen of bubbles make
 Upon his monstrous lip.
Thy voice, that bids the foliage quake
 Around thy crystal brim,
Would quaver, like the cricket's chirp,
 Mid his hoarse thunder-hymn.
For, like a thing that scorns the earth,
 He rears his awful crest,
And takes the rainbow from the skies,
 And folds it round his breast.
Thou'rt passing fair, sweet Corra Linn,
 And he, who sees thee leap
Into the bosom of the flood,
 Might o'er thy beauty weep.
But lone Niagara still doth speak
 Of God, both night and day,
And force from each terrestrial thought
 The gazer's soul away.
Tuesday, September 22, 1840.
"Corra's time-rocked castle."
The old castle of Corra stands near the cliffs that overhang the Fall, and sometimes, when the river is much swollen by rains, seems, as if moved by the percussion of the waters, to nod upon its rocky base.