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# Southern Life in Southern Literature/Francis Scott Key

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PART I. THE OLD SOUTH IN LITERATURE - POETS
FRANCIS SCOTT KEY
[Francis Scott Key was born in Frederick County, Maryland, in 1780. After being educated at St. John's College, Annapolis, he began the practice of law in Washington, where he died in 1843. After his death a volume of his poems was published, but as it consists largely of occasional pieces not originally intended for publication, it has added little to his fame, and "The Star-Spangled Banner" remains his best-known production.]
FRANCIS SCOTT KEY
THE STAR-SPANGLED BANNER
O say, can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hail'd at the twilight's last gleaming, Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous fight, O er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming?
And the rocket's red glare, the bomb bursting in air. Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there; O! say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave?
On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that, which the breeze, o er the towering steep As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses? Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam In full glory reflected, now shines on the stream; 'T is the star-spangled banner; O! long may it wave O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave!
And where is that band who so vauntingly swore That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion A home and a country should leave us no more? Their blood has wash d out their foul footsteps' pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave; And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave.
O! thus be it ever! when freemen shall stand Between their lov'd homes and the war's desolation! Blest with vict'ry and peace, may the heav'n-rescued land Praise the power that hath made and preserved us a nation, Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just, And this be our motto—In God is our trust, And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave O er the land of the free, and the home of the brave.
# Southern Life in Southern Literature/Albert Pike (1)

PART II. POETRY OF THE CIVIL WAR
Hear the Northern thunders mutter! Northern flags in South winds flutter! Send them back your fierce defiance! Stamp upon the accursed alliance!
Fear no danger! Shun no labor! Lift up rifle, pike, and saber! Shoulder pressing close to shoulder, Let the odds make each heart bolder!
How the South's great heart rejoices At your cannons' ringing voices! For faith betrayed, and pledges broken, Wrong inflicted, insults spoken.
Strong as lions, swift as eagles, Back to their kennels hunt these beagles! Cut the unequal bonds asunder! Let them hence each other plunder!
Swear upon your country's altar Never to submit or falter, Till the spoilers are defeated, Till the Lord's work is completed.
# Southern Law Review

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# Shakespeare of Stratford/The Biographical Facts/Fact 1

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​I. SHAKESPEARE’S BIRTH (1564).
Baptismal Register, Stratford-on-Avon.
1564April 26Gulielmus filius Johannes Shakspere.
Note One. The Date of Shakespeare’s Birth is not precisely known, but it probably preceded his baptism on April 26 by only a few days. The tradition is that he was born on St. George’s Day, April 23, which was the day also on which he died. The inscription on his monument stating that he was ‘Ætatis 53’ at his decease would indicate that he had at least completed his fifty-second year on April 23, 1616.
Note Two. Shakespeare’s Parents and Ancestry.
The poet’s paternal grandfather was probably Richard Shakespeare (d. 1561), a farmer of Snitterfield, four miles northeast of Stratford. The poet’s father, John Shakespeare, was living in Henley Street, Stratford, in 1552. In 1561 he was elected one of the two chamberlains of the borough; in 1565 he became an alderman; and in 1568 high bailiff, or mayor, of the town. He was buried, September 8, 1601.
John Shakespeare married (presumably in 1557) Mary Arden, youngest daughter of Robert Arden, a ​wealthy landowner of Wilmecote, a couple of miles north of Stratford. Robert Arden, who had died in 1556, was the son of Thomas Arden (the poet’s maternal great-grandfather), who was living at Wilmecote in 1501 and who probably belonged to the aristocratic family of the Ardens of Park Hall. Mary Shakespeare, the poet’s mother, was buried at Stratford, September 9, 1608.
Note Three. Shakespeare’s Brothers and Sisters.
The poet was the third child and first son of John and Mary Shakespeare. The other children, with their dates of baptism were:
Joan (Sept. 15, 1558), Margaret (Dec. 2, 1562), Gilbert (Oct. 13, 1566), Joan (Apr. 15, 1569), Anne (Sept. 28, 1571), Richard (Mar, 11, 1574), Edmund (May 8, 1580).
The first two daughters died in infancy, and Anne (buried Apr. 4, 1579) at the age of seven. The poet’s three brothers all died before him, probably without children, though Gilbert may possibly have had a son. Edmund became an actor and was buried in St. Saviour’s Church, Southwark, Dec. 31, 1607. Joan—the second sister so named—married William Hart and has descendants still alive.
* ↑ See Mrs. C. C. Stopes, Shakespeare’s Family, p. 49; Shakespeare’s Environment, pp. 47 ff.
* ↑ Against this possibility cf. Shakespeare’s Environment, pp. 332 ff.
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# Silber v. United States

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United States Supreme Court
370 U.S. 717
Bernard SILBER, Petitioner, v. UNITED STATES.
Argued: April 19, 1962. --- Decided: June 25, 1962
Victor Rabinowitz, New York City, for petitioner.
Bruce J. Terris, Washington, D.C., for respondent.
PER CURIAM.

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# Silas Mason Company v. Tax Commission of Washington

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United States Supreme Court
302 U.S. 186
Silas Mason Company v. Tax Commission of Washington
Argued: Oct. 12, 13, 1937. --- Decided: Dec 6, 1937
[Syllabus from pages 186-188 intentionally omitted]
Mr. B. H. Kizer, of Spokane, Wash., for appellants Silas Mason Co. and others.
Mr. E. P. Donnelly, of Seattle, Wash., for appellees Tax Commission of Washington and others.
Messrs. John W. Davis, of New York City, and B. H. Kizer, of Spokane, Wash., for appellant Ryan.
Messrs. E. P. Donnelly, of Seattle, Wash., and E. W. Schwellenbach, of Ephrata, Wash., for appellees State of Washington and others.
Mr. Stanley Reed, Sol. Gen., of Washington, D.C., for the United States, as amicus curiae, by special leave of Court.
Mr. Chief Justice HUGHES delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Shirley: a Tale (1849)/Volume 3

SHIRLEY.
A Tale.
BY
CURRER BELL,
AUTHOR OF “JANE EYRE.”
IN THREE VOLUMES.
VOL. III.
LONDON: SMITH, ELDER AND CO., 65, CORNHILL.
1849.
LONDON: PRINTED BY STEWART AND MURRAY, OLD BAILEY.
CONTENTS.
CHAPTER I.
CHAPTER II.
CHAPTER III.
CHAPTER IV.
CHAPTER V.
CHAPTER VI.
CHAPTER VII.
CHAPTER VIII.
CHAPTER IX.
CHAPTER X.
CHAPTER XI.
CHAPTER XII.
CHAPTER XIII.
CHAPTER XIV.
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# Six Months In Mexico/front matter

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# Six Months at the White House

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This memoir by painter Francis Bicknell Carpenter describes various incidents that he observed during his stay at the White House, February-July 1864, as he painted First Reading of the Emancipation Proclamation of President Lincoln. Carpenter had free access to Lincoln's office and had much interaction with the President and his Cabinet; in particular this memoir focuses on Lincoln himself. Also included are anecdotes from other sources about President Lincoln. Originally published in 1866.
SIX MONTHS AT THE WHITE HOUSE.

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* Preface.
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# Sniadach v. Family Finance Corporation of Bay View

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## Concurring Opinion

    Harlan

## Dissenting Opinion

    Black
United States Supreme Court
395 U.S. 337
Christine SNIADACH, Petitioner, v. FAMILY FINANCE CORPORATION OF BAY VIEW et al.
Argued: April 21, 1969. --- Decided: June 9, 1969
Jack Greenber, New York City, for petitioner.
Sheldon D. Frank, Milwaukee, Wis., for respondents.
Mr. Justice DOUGLAS delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Snell v. Wyman/Opinion of the Court

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United States Supreme Court
393 U.S. 323
Snell v. Wyman
The motions to affirm are granted and the judgment is affirmed.
Mr. Justice DOUGLAS is of the opinion that probable jurisdiction should be noted.

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# Snell v. Wyman

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United States Supreme Court
393 U.S. 323
Snell v. Wyman
James J. Graham and Martin Garbus, for appellants.
Louis J. Lefkowitz, Atty. Gen. of New York, Samuel A. Hirshowitz, First Asst. Atty. Gen., and Charles A. La Torella, Jr., and Maria L. Marcus, Asst. Attys. Gen., for appellee Wyman.
J. Lee Rankin and Stanley Buchsbaum, for appellee Ginsburg.
Solicitor General Griswold, Assistant Attorney General Weisl, Peter L. Strauss and Morton Hollander, for the United States as amicus curiae.
PER CURIAM.

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# Songs and Sonnets (Coleman)/Postponement

POSTPONEMENT.
Behind their veils of clinging mist, Elusive as a dream, In changing rose and amethyst The mountains stood supreme.
Consumed as by some inward fire Of brooding mystery, They held the heart of his desire— His love and poetry.
And always, ever, some dear time— So ran his hidden hopes— He meant to leave his task and climb Their beckoning emerald slopes.
To scale their precipices bold, And watch the rose-wreaths rise, To see the gates of Heaven unrolled Before his longing eyes.
But always, always, something pressed Between him and his aim; He kept his dream, but gave the rest To meet the common claim.
He ploughed the black and fertile plain, And sowed the waiting soil, And harvested the yellow grain, And spent his days in toil;
Nor failed to give a helping hand When others stood in need; But strove to meet each new demand With patient word and deed.
So went the seasons. Wrapped in mist The mountains, blue and gold, Behind their veils of amethyst Still wait, but—he is old!
# Songs and Sonnets (Coleman)/On the Trail

ON THE TRAIL.
Oh, there's nothing like the prairie When the wind is in your face, And a thunder-storm is brewing, And night comes down apace— 'Tis then you feel the wonder And immensity of space!
Far in the gathering darkness Against the dying day The ghostly hills are lying, The hills that stand for aye— How in the dusk they glimmer And palpitate away!
Behind them still there lingers A hint of sunset gold; The trail before you stretches, A long black ribbon unrolled— Long and black and narrow, Where the buffalo trod of old.
Though motionless forever, The prairies seem to keep The rolling swell and hollow Of some undulating deep, As to the edge of heaven And still beyond they sweep.
Between your knees the bronco Goes hotly o'er the plain, With rhythmic swing and measure You feel him give and strain, And on your cheek come stinging The first wild drops of rain.
How vast the world and void! No living thing in sight, As to the lonely prairie Comes down the lonely night, But in your heart what freedom— What sense of buoyant flight!
Once more the pulses quicken With life's exultant pride, With hope and high ambition, As on and on you ride, Till all the old desires Come galloping beside!
Oh, there's nothing like the prairie When the wind is in your face, And the boom of distant thunder Comes rolling up apace— 'Tis then you feel the wonder And immensity of space!
# Songs and Sonnets (Coleman)/Opportunity

OPPORTUNITY.
Hast thou been driven to the wall?— Sound once again thy battle-call. Thou knowest not what store of strength Determination yields at length; When all the outer forces fail Sheer inner courage may prevail.
Art thou from service set aside— Thy cherished hope and work denied? The greatest task of all may be To show steadfast serenity. Not all is lost while we may make One comrade stronger for our sake.
Doth age creep over thee apace? Set smiling to the dark thy face, And make the flame of thy soul's light Burn as a beacon in the night, That those who follow thee may show Like fortitude, and fearless go.
The dying hero's courage still The heart of all a world can thrill, The martyr's smile above the pyre Still kindles in us sacred fire,— No less thy darkest hour may be Thy deathless opportunity.
# Songs and Sonnets (Coleman)/Prairie Winds

PRAIRIE WINDS.
I love all things that God has made That show His ordered care and might, But most, I think, I love the wind That blows at night.
It holds so much of mystery, Like that in mine own restless heart— Brother to me and well-beloved, Wind, thou art!
Across these unresisting plains It sweeps at times with force sublime, And always like the wraith it seems Of happier clime.
For in the South its home has been, A sun-kissed, warm and fertile land, Where Nature pours her treasure from Unstinting hand.
Through fields of rustling corn it came And acres broad of bearded wheat, Past hillsides clad with evergreen And orchards sweet.
It rifled scent from clover fields Where harvesters have been at work, And ruffled little running brooks Where mosses lurk.
It bears the note of piping frogs, The stir of tender, untried wings— Of lowing kine, and homely sounds Of barnyard things.
O barren Land! what dost thou dream Beneath these surging winds that bear The echoes of a life which thou Canst never share?
Dost thou not long to break thy calm— To know that living, sweet unrest? And feel the tread of busy feet Upon thy breast?
To hear thy children's laughter voiced In myriad tongues, and know that when Their day is done within thy breast They'll sleep again?
O silent Land! the winds that blow Within men's hearts and fan the fire Of hidden hopes and show the soul Its own desire,
Have come to me from distant shores And borne in broken whisperings A tale that thrilled me like a tide From rising springs.
The full-pressed wine of life my lips Have never tasted, yet is known, My heart, though held in bondage, leaps To claim its own.
I know my lawful heritage. Although I stand on alien ground; I know what kingship is, although I go uncrowned.
At night when inner tempests blow, And sleep forsakes my weary eye, I love to hear the wind without Go storming by.
It speaks my own wild native tongue And gives me courage to withstand, As if a comrade came to me And took my hand.
I love all things that God has made In earth or sea or heavens bright, But most I love the prairie winds That blow at night.
# Songs and Sonnets (Coleman)/Question Not

QUESTION NOT.
Oh, there are moments when the spirit swings Far from restraining hands of earth and time, And in some finer, more ethereal clime Outspreads its quivering, rosy-tinted wings; There Hope untamed beside it soars and sings, And all the liquid bells of Fancy chime, And earth's harsh measures smooth themselves to rhyme, And Joy with old and new enchantment springs.
Oh, question not such moments, nor dispel Their ministry by cold and captious doubt. We are too worldly-wise and critical— Too little used to let our music out. To earth-bound souls becomes inaudible The heavenly music hovering about.
# Songs and Sonnets (Coleman)/Recall

RECALL.
My cares this morning when I rose Seemed mountainous. I had no joy In what the long hours might disclose— The tasks that should my powers employ.
Within my heart lurked gnawing pain, Hard duty stared me in the face— How much of life we live in vain, How dull the round and commonplace!
But in my garden where I stepped I saw the flowering grasses fair, Feathery, delicate, wind-swept, Swaying in simple beauty there:
And presently a little child. Whose wondering face was like a shrine, Lifted untroubled eyes and smiled With sudden happiness to mine.
And wide above me stretched the skies— The deep unfathomable blue, Emblem of greater mysteries, Forever old, forever new.
With beauty lavished everywhere, With love still ours in priceless store— And back of all the unseen Care— O faithless heart, what would'st thou more?
# Songs and Sonnets (Coleman)/On Silent Battle-fields

ON SILENT BATTLE-FIELDS.
Upon the deathless battle-field, where all The pulses leap responsive to the beat Of martial music, and amidst the heat Of mortal strife is heard the inner call, The nation's need—which ever holds in thrall Heroic souls—never to know defeat, But go with high, unshrinking heart to meet The foe—it would not seem so hard to fall.
But on the fields at home when hope is fled And only ghosts of former joys remain— God pity those unknown who daily tread The desolate, monotonous ways of pain, And nightly bivouac with their hosts of dead On silent battle-fields where hearts are slain!
# Songs and Sonnets (Coleman)/On Such a Night as This

ON SUCH A NIGHT AS THIS.
On such a night as this, six years ago, I dreamed beneath the moon of alien skies, And saw the Southern Cross in splendor rise O'er groves where orange-scented breezes blow; Pale, opalescent waves washed to and fro On silver shores with soundless melodies, Among the jasmine, vagrant fire-flies Pierced the wan night with intermittent glow.
Upon me still the saft enchantment lies, And now, as then, I feel the ebb and flow Of that elusive rapture and surprise Which only haunting beauty can bestow— And now, as then, my baffled spirit tries To rend the imponderable veil and know.
# Songs and Sonnets (Coleman)/Our Common Brotherhood

OUR COMMON BROTHERHOOD.
I never saw his face, or knew his name, But that gay morning as I loitering came Around the blossoming hillside, all aflame
With lilac spires and apple-blossoms brave, That to the rifling air their sweetness gave, I saw where they were making him his grave.
If I had chanced to meet him by the way, In all the golden sunshine of the day, No pleasant word I might have found to say;
But since he could no longer come to meet The world, love-smitten, dreaming at his feet, Nor feel within his pulse the Spring-tide beat,
Nor love again, I gave for him instead, And poured upon his low, unconscious head The sacramental love that shrives the dead.
And though I went my way with eyelids wet For grief of one whom I had never met, Because his day so soon was ended, yet
I turned my face up Heavenward again, Believing human love is not in vain; And, moved and softened by the sudden strain
Of fellowship, I touched the larger mood Of universal love, and understood The passion of our common brotherhood.
# Songs and Sonnets (Coleman)/Peniel

PENIEL.
I have no speech, the rose I plucked is dead, Faintly is borne to me upon the wind The dying laughter—I am left behind. Once I laughed, too, tears now are mine instead! Gone are the hopes—the dreams on which I fed, And memories alone remain to bind My broken days and link me to my kind, Or ease the desolate ways my feet must tread.
And yet, O God, I know not how to fail! Within my heart still bums an unquenched fire, Like Israel of old I must prevail, Or failing, still reach on to something higher— They counted Him a failure when He trod Those slopes of Calvary that led to God!