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# Petersen v. Iowa State Treasurer

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United States Supreme Court
245 U.S. 170
Petersen v. Iowa State Treasurer
Argued: Nov. 21, 1917. --- Decided: Dec 10, 1917
Mr. Hugh O'Neill, of Chicago, Ill., for plaintiffs in error.
Mr. Freeman C. Davidson, of Emmetsburg, Iowa, for defendants in error.
Mr. Chief Justice WHITE delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Peterson v. Chicago, Rock Island & Pacific Railroad Company

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United States Supreme Court
205 U.S. 364
Peterson v. Chicago, Rock Island & Pacific Railroad Company
Argued: and submitted March 6 and 7, 1907. --- Decided: April 8, 1907

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# Poems (Chesterton, 1915)/A Child of the Snows

A CHILD OF THE SNOWS
THERE is heard a hymn when the panes are dim, And never before or again, When the nights are strong with a darkness long, And the dark is alive with rain.
Never we know but in sleet and in snow, The place where the great fires are, That the midst of the earth is a raging mirth And the heart of the earth a star.
And at night we win to the ancient inn Where the child in the frost is furled, We follow the feet where all souls meet At the inn at the end of the world.
The gods lie dead where the leaves lie red, For the flame of the sun is flown, The gods lie cold where the leaves lie gold, And a Child comes forth alone.
# Poems (Chesterton, 1915)/A Ballade of Suicide

A BALLADE OF SUICIDE
THE gallows in my garden, people say, Is new and neat and adequately tall. I tie the noose on in a knowing way As one that knots his necktie for a ball; But just as all the neighbours—on the wall— Are drawing a long breath to shout "Hurray!" The strangest whim has seized me. . . . After all I think I will not hang myself to-day.
To-morrow is the time I get my pay— My uncle's sword is hanging in the hall— I see a little cloud all pink and grey— Perhaps the rector's mother will not call— I fancy that I heard from Mr. Gall That mushrooms could be cooked another way— I never read the works of Juvenal— I think I will not hang myself to-day.
The world will have another washing-day; The decadents decay; the pedants pall; And H.G. Wells has found that children play, And Bernard Shaw discovered that they squall; Rationalists are growing rational— And through thick woods one finds a stream astray So secret that the very sky seems small— I think I will not hang myself to-day.
ENVOI
Prince, I can hear the trumpet of Germinal, The tumbrils toiling up the terrible way; Even to-day your royal head may fall, I think I will not hang myself to-day.
# Poems (Chesterton, 1915)/A Ballade of a Book-Reviewer

A BALLADE OF A BOOK-REVIEWER
I HAVE not read a rotten page Of "Sex-Hate" or "The Social Test," And here comes "Husks" and "Heritage" . . . O Moses, give us all a rest! "Ethics of Empire"! . . . I protest I will not even cut the strings, I'll read "Jack Redskin on the Quest" And feed my brain with better things.
Somebody wants a Wiser Age (He also wants me to invest); Somebody likes the Finnish Stage Because the Jesters do not jest; And grey with dust is Dante's crest, The bell of Rabelais soundless swings; And the winds come out of the west And feed my brain with better things.
Lord of our laughter and our rage, Look on us with our sins oppressed! I, too, have trodden mine heritage, Wickedly wearying of the best. Burn from my brain and from my breast Sloth, and the cowardice that clings, And stiffness and the soul's arrest: And feed my brain with better things.
ENVOI
Prince, you are host and I am guest, Therefore I shrink from cavillings . . . But I should have that fizz suppressed
And feed my brain with better things.
# Poems (Chesterton, 1915)/A Ballade of an Anti-Puritan

A BALLADE OF AN ANTI-PURITAN
THEY spoke of Progress spiring round, Of light and Mrs Humphrey Ward— It is not true to say I frowned, Or ran about the room and roared; I might have simply sat and snored— I rose politely in the club And said, "I feel a little bored; Will someone take me to a pub?"
The new world's wisest did surround Me; and it pains me to record I did not think their views profound, Or their conclusions well assured; The simple life I can't afford, Besides, I do not like the grub— I want a mash and sausage, "scored"— Will someone take me to a pub?
I know where Men can still be found, Anger and clamorous accord, And virtues growing from the ground, And fellowship of beer and board, And song, that is a sturdy cord, And hope, that is a hardy shrub, And goodness, that is God's last word— Will someone take me to a pub?
ENVOI
Prince, Bayard would have smashed his sword To see the sort of knights you dub— Is that the last of them—O Lord Will someone take me to a pub?
# Poems (Chesterton, 1915)

POEMS G. K. CHESTERTON
POEMS
BY THE SAME AUTHOR
JOHN LANE COMPANY PUBLISHERS NEW YORK
G. K. Chesterton From a Photograph by Hector Murchison
POEMS
BY
GILBERT K. CHESTERTON
NEW YORK
JOHN LANE COMPANY MCMXV
CONTENTS
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# Poems (Chesterton, 1915)/A Ballade of the First Rain

A BALLADE OF THE FIRST RAIN
THE sky is blue with summer and the sun, The woods are brown as autumn with the tan, It might as Tell be Tropics and be done, I might as well be born a copper Khan; I fashion me an oriental fan Made of the wholly unreceipted bills Brought by the ice-man, sleeping in his van (A storm is coming on the Chiltern Hills).
I read the Young Philosophers for fun —Fresh as our sorrow for the late Queen Anne— The Dionysians whom a pint would stun, The Pantheists who never heard of Pan. —But through my hair electric needles ran, And on my book a gout of water spills, And on the skirts of heaven the guns began (A storm is coming on the Chiltern Hills).
O fields of England, cracked and dry and dun, O soul of England, sick of words, and wan!— The clouds grow dark;—the down-rush has begun. —It comes, it comes, as holy darkness can, Black as with banners, ban and arriere-ban; A falling laughter all the valley fills, Deep as God's thunder and the thirst of man: (A storm is coming on the Chiltern Hills).
ENVOI
Prince, Prince-Elective on the modern plan,
Fulfilling such a lot of People's Wills,
You take the Chiltern Hundreds while you can— A storm is coming on the Chiltern Hills.
# Poems (Denver)/Justinian and Belisarius

JUSTINIAN AND BELISARIUS.
["It is in vain thy generosity would absolve me: shortly called to the Supreme Tribunal, there I must render an account of all your sufferings: the King of kings will say, 'What hast thou done with the faithful friend I gave thee?'"—Mad. de Genlis.]
# Poems (Osgood)/The Hero's Grave

the end.
# Poems (Larcom)/Little Nannie

CHILD AND WOMAN.
# Out from the Heart/Exhortation

EXHORTATION
DISCIPLES of Truth, lovers of Virtue, seekers of Wisdom; ye, also, who are sorrow-stricken, knowing the emptiness of the self-life, and who aspire to the life that is supremely beautiful, and serenely glad,—take now yourselves in hand, enter the Door of Discipline, and know the Better Life.
Put away self-delusion; behold yourself as you are, and see the Path of Virtue as it is. There is no lazy way to Truth. He who would stand upon the mountain’s summit must strenuously climb, and must rest only to gather strength. But if the climbing is less glorious than the cloudless summit, it is ​still glorious. Discipline in itself is beautiful, and the end of discipline is sweet.
Rise early and meditate. Begin each day with a conquered body, and a mind fortified against error and weakness. Temptation will never be overcome by unprepared fighting. The mind must be armed and arrayed in the silent hour. It must be trained to perceive, to know, to understand. Sin and temptation disappear when right understanding is developed.
Right understanding is reached through unabated discipline. Truth cannot be reached but through discipline. Patience will increase by effort and practice, and patience will make discipline beautiful.
Discipline is irksome to the impatient man and the self-lover, so he avoids it, and continues to live loosely and confusedly.
Discipline is not irksome to the Truth-lover, and he will find the infinite ​patience which can wait and work and overcome. As the joy of the gardener who sees his flowers develop day by day, so is the joy of the man of discipline who sees the divine flowers of Purity, Wisdom, Compassion, and Love, grow up in his heart.
The loose-liver cannot escape sorrow, and pain. The undisciplined mind falls, weak and helpless, before the fierce onslaught of passion.
Array well your mind, then, lover of Truth. Be watchful, thoughtful, resolute. Your salvation is at hand; your readiness and effort are all that are needed. If you should fail ten times, do not be disheartened; if you should fail a hundred times, rise up and pursue your way; if you should fail a thousand times, do not despair. When the right Path is entered, success is sure if the Path is not utterly abandoned.
First strife, and then victory. First labour, and then rest. First weakness, and then strength. In the beginning ​the lower life, and the glare and confusion of battle, and at the end the Life Beautiful, the Silence, and the Peace.
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# Papers of William Shakespeare Hall, 1861–1895

A collection of various papers by or about William Shakespeare Hall.
THE WESTERN AUSTRALIAN HISTORICAL SOCIETY.
The Papers of
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE HALL.
Copied from the Originals
by J. M. Clifton.
March, 1928.
​The Papers of William Shakespeare Hall.
# Papers of the New Haven Colony Historical Society

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# Papers of the Bibliographical Society of America

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# Papers of William Shakespeare Hall, 1861–1895/Letter from John Wellard

Copy of Letter
from
MR. JOHN WELLARD
to
MR. WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE HALL.
June, 1863.
Fremantle, June 20, 1863.
My Dear Sir,
I presume you have heard ere this that it is my intention to go to the North West Coast of Australia, at all events, if you have not heard, this will quietly intimate my intentions.
I have chartered the "Tien Tsin", and hope to leave t this about the first week in August next. I load the vessels with sheep, horses and cattle &c &c, in fact every necessary requisite, for the formation of a new settlement. I have carefully observed the progress of events in the other colonies and am satisfied the coast line north will shortly be settled, & it will be short sighted policy on our parts, to allowwothers the benefits, (if any) in the occupation of Lands, that we are justly entitled to.
I certainly think there is every prospect, of that part of our Colony, eventually proving of vast importance to the world at large (& us I hope in particular). As regards Agricultural, Pastoral and Mineral Pursuits, at all events, I should not like to be laughed at, by my Eastern friends, in fact I am rather thin skinned on that subject.
I shall be leaving on Tuesday afternoon next for the Serpentine farm and if you can conveniently meet me there on the Wednesday or Thursday next, I should like it, for I am anxious to see you before I leave. I see you are ​inclined to have a route overland. You had better take a trip down in the dhip, with me, & then if you like, you can come back the way you propose. At all events, I should like to see you.
Remember me very kindly to you Brothers and believe me to be
Yours very Truly,
John Wellard.
# Poems (Shipton)/Wayside Watcher

THE WAYSIDE WATCHER.
'Thou shalt know that I am the Lord; for they shall not be ashamed that wait for Me."—Isa. xlix. 23.
# Poems (Shipton)/Whispers 'Neath the Palms

WHISPERS 'NEATH THE PALMS.
"And when they had platted a crown of thorns, they put it upon His head, and a reed in His right hand."—Matt. xxvii. 29. "We have this treasure in earthen vessels, that the excellency of the power may be of God, and not of us. . . . Always bearing about in the body the dying of the Lord Jesus, that the life also of Jesus might be made manifest in our body."—2 Cor. iv. 7, 10.
[Note.—It is an Oriental tradition, that the palm branches, when they quiver in the wind, whisper the name which is above all other names—"Jesus." The only traveller I have met who ever listened ​for it was a Christian officer, who told me he had slept beneath a group of these interesting trees, so full of Scripture emblems, and on his waking he thought there was no difficulty in imagining the sound of a Hebrew word produced by the morning breeze sweeping through the long palm-leaves. To him its voice was "Ishi."—Hosea ii. 16.]
# Poems (Shipton)/Without Money and Without Price

WITHOUT MONEY AND WITHOUT PRICE.
AN INVITATION.
"Let him that is athirst come."—Rev. xxii. 17.
# Poems (Shipton)/Words

WORDS.
"Set a watch, Lord, before my mouth: keep the door of my lips."—Psalm cxh. 3. "Every idle word that men shall speak, they shall give account thereof in the day of judgment."—Matt. xii. 36. "The words of the pure are pleasant words."—Prov. xv. 26.
# Poems (Shore)

POEMS
POEMS
By LOUISA SHORE
With a Memoir by her Sister
ARABELLA SHORE
And an Appreciation by
FREDERIC HARRISON
JOHN LANE: The Bodley Head
LONDON & NEW YORK
MDCCCXCVII
CONTENTS
Printed by Ballantyne, Hanson, & Co
London arnd Edinburgh
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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# Poems (Shipton)/Weep Not

"WEEP NOT."
"Now when He came nigh to the gate of the city, behold there was a dead man carried out, the only son of his mother, and she was a widow. . . . And when the Lord saw her, He had compassion on her, and said unto her, Weep not."—Luke vii. 12, 13.
# Parker

United States Supreme Court
131 U.S. 221
Parker
John H. Mitchell, for petitioner.
W. W. Upton, C. B. Upton, John B. Allen, and B. L. Sharpstein, for respondents.
FIELD, J.

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# Parisian Dream

To pleasure me, in this dark dawn, A far and terrible paradise, Fading, has left within mine eyes The dazzlement of light withdrawn.
Slumber is full of miracles! Forbidden by mine own decree, No unconforming blade or tree In this diviner vision dwells,
And I, proud sculptor of a world, Grow drunken with the monotone Of metal, water, flame and stone At my fantastic will unfurled.
Babel of stairs and of arcades, There is a palace infinite With countless pools, and fountains bright Falling on golden dark estrades;
Where, from the ramparts far and high, Enormous cataracts have sprung, Like heavy crystal curtains hung On brazen walls within the sky.
No bowers, but lines of columns tall By sleeping tarns surrounded there, With mirrored naiadès that bare Huge breasts and limbs titanical.
Blue waters endlessly are whirled Between the quays of malachite And quays of sard, that run in light A million leagues athwart the world—
A world of waves chimerical, And stone undreamt-of; shore and sea, A dazzling cold immensity Reflecting and redoubling all!
In silence, from the vault beyond, Great rivers negligently turn The treasure of each teeming urn Adown the gulfs of diamond.
An architect of Fäery, Through lofty caverns roofed and walled With ruby and with emerald, I drive the tamed, obedient sea.
Pale, black or irised, all things gleam like burnished Orient mirrors clear; Colossal gems of sea and mere Are set in the crystallizèd beam.
And yet no alien star, nor light left by the sun in nether skies Has shone upon these prodigies— Self-lit in lusters infinite!
On all the shifting gramarie Hovers (0, dreadful strange demesne Where naught is heard and all is seen!) The silence of eternity.
II
Opening eyes replete with fire, I see my hovel's horror plain, And feel re-entering in my brain The fang of cares accurst and dire;
Funeral, slow, the pendulum Tolls brutally the lapse of noon, And darkness pours from heaven too soon On the sad world forlorn and numb.
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# Park

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# Parissi v. Telechron

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United States Supreme Court
349 U.S. 46
Parissi v. Telechron
On writ of certiorari to the United States Court of Appeals for the Second Circuit.
PER CURIAM.

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# Park v. Cameron

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United States Supreme Court
237 U.S. 616
Park v. Cameron
Argued: May 14, 1915. --- Decided: June 1, 1915
Messrs. John Neethe, J. D. Williamson, and Rhodes S. Baker for plaintiff in error.
Messrs. Charles A. Boynton, W. M. Sleeper, and Ben G. Kendall for defendants in error.
Mr. Justice Holmes delivered the opinion of the court:

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# Parisina

First published on 13 February 1816 and probably written between 1812 and 1815.
# Parissi v. Telechron/Opinion of the Court

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United States Supreme Court
349 U.S. 46
Parissi v. Telechron
The judgment is reversed. The petitioner's notice of appeal to the Court of Appeals from a judgment of the Distrct Court for the Northern District of New York, together with his appeal bond, was received at the office of the Clerk of the District Court within the 30 days prescribed by 28 U.S.C. § 2107, 28 U.S.C.A. § 2107, for filing a notice of appeal. In dispatching these papers the petitioner inadvertently failed to include the $5 fee required by 28 U.S.C. § 1917, 28 U.S.C.A. § 1917, to be paid 'upon the filing' of a notice of appeal. The Clerk notified the petitioner of his omission, and declined to 'file' the notice of appeal until he received the $5 fee three or four days later. By that time the 30-day period for appeal had expired. Upon petitioner's motion the District Court made a nunc pro tunc order according the notice of appeal a filing date as of the date it was originally received by the Clerk.
The Court of Appeals, without opinion, dismissed the appeal as untimely. We think that the Clerk's receipt of the notice of appeal within the 30-day period satisfied the requirements of § 2107, and that untimely payment of the § 1917 fee did not vitiate the validity of petitioner's notice of appeal. Anything to the contrary in such cases as Mondakota Gas Co. v. Montana-Dakota Utilities Co., 9 Cir., 1952, 194 F.2d 705, we disapprove. Our conclusion does not leave § 1917 without other sanctions.
Reversed.

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# Poems and Ballads (Swinburne)/Before the Mirror

Stanzas four and six of this poem had previously appeared in the Catalogue of the Royal Academy Exhibition, 1865, p. 28, as "Little White Girl", where they were applied to the picture of that name by J. A. Whistler.
BEFORE THE MIRROR.
(verses written under a picture.)
inscribed to j. a. whistler.
I.
Is not so white; Snowdrops that plead for pardon And pine for fright Because the hard East blows Over their maiden rows Grow not as this face grows from pale to bright.
Behind the veil, forbidden, Shut up from sight, Love, is there sorrow hidden, Is there delight? Is joy thy dower or grief, White rose of weary leaf, Late rose whose life is brief, whose loves are light?
Soft snows that hard winds harden Till each flake bite Fill all the flowerless garden Whose flowers took flight Long since when summer ceased, And men rose up from feast, And warm west wind grew east, and warm day night.
II.
High up in air, I watch my face, and wonder At my bright hair; Nought else exalts or grieves The rose at heart, that heaves With love of her own leaves and lips that pair.
"She knows not loves that kissed her She knows not where. Art thou the ghost, my sister, White sister there, Am I the ghost, who knows? My hand, a fallen rose, Lies snow-white on white snows, and takes no care.
"I cannot see what pleasures Or what pains were;
What pale new loves and treasures New years will bear; What beam will fall, what shower, What grief or joy for dower; But one thing knows the flower; the flower is fair."
III.
Since joys go by; Sad, but not bent with sadness, Since sorrows die; Deep in the gleaming glass She sees all past things pass, And all sweet life that was lie down and lie.
There glowing ghosts of flowers Draw down, draw nigh; And wings of swift spent hours Take flight and fly; She sees by formless gleams, She hears across cold streams, Dead mouths of many dreams that sing and sigh.
Face fallen and white throat lifted, With sleepless eye
She sees old loves that drifted, She knew not why, Old loves and faded fears Float down a stream that hears The flowing of all men’s tears beneath the sky.
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