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# The Unconquered Air, and Other Poems (1912)/An Idle Ditty

AN IDLE DITTY
'T is I have been waiting to know, dear, The day that ye'r ship would come in, For if I 'm to love ye at all, dear, I 'm thinking it 's time to begin.
The mavis is singing hard by, dear, The hedges are white wi' the may, And there 's never a cloud i' the sky, dear, To hinder a ship on its way.
Ye 've told me o' castles a many, And though they 're but castles in Spain, I surely were better in any Wi' you, than alone wi' my pain!
The mavis that 's close to her mate, dear, For no castle would part wi' her nest, And the ship that brings you, though it 's late, dear, Brings me what is worth all the rest!
# The Unconquered Air, and Other Poems (1912)/Better to Die

BETTER TO DIE
Better to die, where gallant men are dying, Than to live on with them that basely fly: Better to fall, the soulless Fates defying, Than unassailed to wander vainly, trying To turn one’s face from an accusing sky!
Days matter not, nor years to the undaunted; To live is nothing,—but to nobly live! The poorest visions of the honour-haunted More worth than doubtful pleasure-masks enchanted, They win new life who life for others give.
The planets in their watchful course behold them— To live is nothing,—but to nobly live!— For though the Earth with mother-hands remold them, Though Ocean in his billowy arms enfold them, They are as gods, who life to others give!
# The Unconquered Air, and Other Poems (1912)/A Cathedral

A CATHEDRAL
ALL SAINTS' DAY IN THE GREAT NORTH WOODS
It rises by a frozen mere, With nave and transepts of the pines That towering mid the snows appear Majestic and sublime; While, with a myriad fair designs Of feathery-tufted tracery, Their tops adorn with silver rime The azure vault's immensity.
Rock-piled, the altar to the East Lies argent-spread; on either hand— Meek servers at the lonely feast— Surpliced and tall the birches stand, Like ghostly acolytes; And through ice-mailéd branches pass, Prismatic from celestial heights, The tints of mediæval glass.
Awed, as in no cathedral raised By human thought, alone, and still, I muse on one who dying praised The God of Being, here: ​On him who welcomed with a will The gift of life, the boon of death,— The while he heard, deep-toned and near, The solemn forest's organ-breath.
# The Unconquered Air, and Other Poems (1912)/A Narrow Window

A NARROW WINDOW
A narrow window may let in the light, A tiny star dispel the gloom of night, A little deed a mighty wrong set right.
A rose, abloom, may make a desert fair, A single cloud may darken all the air, A spark may kindle ruin and despair.
A smile, and there may be an end to strife; A look of love, and Hate may sheathe the knife; A word—ah, it may be a word of life!
# The Unconquered Air, and Other Poems (1912)/Cendrillon

CENDRILLON
"Vous l'avez dit: je suis le rêve."
I am a dream, A fairy gleam Of rose and amethyst; A creature of the moonlight and the mist, Woven of stars that, meeting, silent kissed. Think of me as a dream!
I am a note of melody that woke Within your breast, and to your longing spoke: A lonely strain Of ecstasy and pain; A hope that, glimpsed, must fade; A form, illusion made, That, vanishing, shall come no more again!
Regret me not that I Must like to music die! The virgin rose, In blossoming, hastes to its fragrant close, And whatsoe'er this magic hour I seem, I am enchantment, only, and a dream,— Love always is a dream!
# The Supreme Court in United States History

Volume 1 - 1923 Pulitzer Prize for History
CONTENTS
Volume One
| | PAGE |
| Preface | v |
| Abbreviations of Titles of Books Frequently Cited | xv |
| Chapter |
| Introductory Chapter | 1 |
| I. The First Courts and the Circuits | 31 |
| II. State Sovereignty and Neutrality. | 91 |
| III. Chief Justices Rutledge and Ellsworth | 124 |
| IV. Marshall, Jefferson and the Judiciary | 169 |
| V. The Mandamus Case | 231 |
| VI. Impeachment and Treason | 269 |
| VII. Judge Johnson and the Embargo | 316 |
| VIII. Pennsylvania and Georgia against the Court | 366 |
| IX. Judge Story, the War and Federal Supremacy | 400 |
| X. The Judges and the Court-rooms | 454 |
| XI. Corporate Charters and Bankruptcy | 474 |
| XII. The Bank of the United States | 499 |
| Volume Two |
| Abbreviations of Titles of Books Frequently Cited | ix |
| XIII. Virginia against the Court | 1 |
| XIV. International Law | 25 |
| XV. The Steamboat Monopoly Case | 47 |
| XVI. Kentucky against the Court | 93 |
| XVII. Judiciary Reform | 112 |
| XVIII. Constitutional Law and Daniel Webster | 146 |
| CHAPTER | PAGE |
| XIX. The Cherokee Cases and President Jackson | 189 |
| XX. The Last Years of Chief Justice Marshall | 240 |
| XXI. Chief Justice Taney and Whig Pessimism | 275 |
| XXII. Corporations and Slavery | 313 |
| XXIII. Federal Powers, Tyler and the Girard Will Case | 857 |
| XXIV. State Powers, Commerce and Boundaries | 408 |
| XXV. Slavery and State Defiance | 480 |
| Volume Three |
| Abbreviations of Titles of Books Frequently Cited | ix |
| XXVI. The Dred Scott Case | 1 |
| XXVII. The Booth Case, and Congressional Attacks | 42 |
| XXVIII. Civil War and Chief Justice Chase | 80 |
| XXIX. The Milligan Case | 140 |
| XXX. Reconstruction | 177 |
| XXXI. The Legal Tender Cases | 220 |
| XXXII. The Slaughterhouse Cases and the Death of Chase | 255 |
| XXXIII. Chief Justice Waite and the Fourteenth Amendment | 284 |
| XXXIV. The Civil Rights Acts | 322 |
| XXXV. Increase op Nationalism | 344 |
| XXXVI. Expansion of Judicial Powers | 385 |
| XXXVII. Chief Justices Fuller and White | 418 |
| XXXVIII. Commerce and the Police Power | 451 |
| Appendix: List of Persons Nominated as Chief Justice and as Associate Justice of the Supreme Court of the United States, 1789-1921 | 479 |
| Index | 485 |
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# The Supreme Court in United States History/Abbreviations

ABBREVIATIONS OF TITLES OF BOOKS FREQUENTLY CITED
[For the puipoae of oonciseness in the citation of books most frequently quoted, the following abbreviations have been used in the notes.]
J. Q. Adams, Memoirs of John Quincy Adams (1874-1877), edited by Charles Francis Adams, 12 vob.
J. Q. Adxuns^ Writings, The Writings of John Quincy Adams (1913-1915), edited by Worthington Chauncey Ford, 7 vols.
day. The Works of Henry Clay (1904), edited by Calvin Colton, Federal edition, 10 vols.
Curtis, The Life and Writings of Benjamin Robbins Curtis, LL.D. (1879), edited by Benjamin R. Curtis, 2 vols.
Hamilton, The Works of Alexander Hamilton (1904), edited by Henry Cabot Lodge, 12 vols.
Hamilton (Lodge's ed.). The Works of Alexander Hamilton (1885-1886), edited by Henry Cabot Lodge, 9 vols.
Hamilton (J. C. Hamilton's ed.). The Works of Alexander Hamilton (1850-1851), edited by John Church Hamilton, 7 vols.
Iredell, Life and Correspondence of James IredeU (1858), edited by Griffith John McRee, 2 vob.
Jay, The Correspondence and Public Papers of John Jay (1890-1898), edited by Henry Phelps Johnston, 4 vols.
Jefferson, The Works of Thomas Jefferson (1904-1908), edited by Paul Leicester Ford, 12 vols.
Jefferson (A. C. Lipscomb ed.). The Writings of Thomas Jefferson (1908-1904), edited by Andrew C. Lipscomb, 20 vols.
Jefferson (H. A. Washington ed.). The Writings of Thom^is Jefferson (1858-1854), edited by Henry Augustine Washington, 9 vols.
King, The Life and Correspondence of Rufus King (1894-1900), edited by Charles Ray King, 6 vols.
Madison, The Writings of James Madison (1906-1910), edited by Gaillard Himt, 9 vols.
Madison (1865), Letters and Other Writings of James Madison (1865), published by order of Congress, 4 vob.
Marshall, Life of John Marshall (1916-1919), by Albert Jeremiah Beveridge, 4 vob. ​ Mason^ Memoir and Correspondence of Jeremiah Mason (1873) edited by George S. HiUard.
Monroe^ The Writings of James Monroe (1898-1908), edited by Stanislaus Murray Hamilton, 7 vols.
Story^ Life and Letters of Joseph Story (1851), by William Waldo Story, 2 vols.
Sumner^ Memoir and Letters of Charles Sumner (1877-1898), by Eklward Lillie Fierce, 4 vols.
Taney, Memoir of Roger Brooke Taney (1872), by Samuel Tyler.
TichnoT, Life, Liters and Journals of Oeorge Ticknor (1876), 2 vols.
Washington, Writings of George Washington (1834-1887), edited by Jared Sparks, 11 vols.
Washington (Ford's ed.). Writings of Oeorge Washington (1886-1893), edited by Worthington Chaimc^ Ford, 14 vols.
Webster, The Writings and Speeches of Daniel Webster (1903), 18 vols.
Wirt, Memoirs of the Life of William WiH (1849), by John Pendleton Kennedy, 2 vob.
# The Suppliant Maidens

* The Suppliant Maidens of Aeschylus, first edition (1883)
* The Suppliant Maidens (1908)
# The Wild Knight and Other Poems/A Portrait

Fair faces crowd on Christmas night  Like seven suns a-row, But all beyond is the wolfish wind  And the crafty feet of the snow.
But through the rout one figure goes  With quick and quiet tread; Her robe is plain, her form is frail -  Wait if she turn her head.
I say no word of line or hue,  But if that face you see, Your soul shall know the smile of faith's  Awful frivolity.
Know that in this grotesque old masque  Too loud we cannot sing, Or dance too wild, or speak too wide  To praise a hidden thing.
That though the jest be old as night,  Still shaketh sun and sphere An everlasting laughter  Too loud for us to hear.
# The Wild Knight and Other Poems/Art Colours

On must we go: we search dead leaves,  We chase the sunset's saddest flames, The nameless hues that o'er and o'er  In lawless wedding lost their names.
God of the daybreak! Better be  Black savages; and grin to gird Our limbs in gaudy rags of red,  The laughing-stock of brute and bird;
And feel again the fierce old feast,  Blue for seven heavens that had sufficed, A gold like shining hoards, a red  Like roses from the blood of Christ.
# The Wild Knight and Other Poems/Cyclopean

A mountainous and mystic brute No rein can curb, no arrow shoot, Upon whose domed deformed back I sweep the planets scorching track.
Old is the elf, and wise, men say, His hair grows green as ours grows grey; He mocks the stars with myriad hands. High as that swinging forest stands.
But though in pigmy wanderings dull I scour the deserts of his skull, I never find the face, eyes, teeth. Lowering or laughing underneath.
I met my foe in an empty dell, His face in the sun was naked hell. I thought, 'One silent, bloody blow. No priest would curse, no crowd would know.'
Then cowered: a daisy, half concealed, Watched for the fame of that poor field; And in that flower and suddenly Earth opened its one eye on me.
# The Wild Knight and Other Poems/A Novelty

Why should I care for the Ages  Because they are old and grey? To me, like sudden laughter,  The stars are fresh and gay; The world is a daring fancy,  And finished yesterday.
Why should I bow to the Ages  Because they were drear and dry? Slow trees and ripening meadows  For me go roaring by, A living charge, a struggle  To escalade the sky.
The eternal suns and systems,  Solid and silent all, To me are stars of an instant,  Only the fires that fall From God's good rocket, rising  On this night of carnival.
# The Wild Knight and Other Poems/Behind

I saw an old man like a child, His blue eyes bright, his white hair wild, Who turned for ever, and might not stop, Round and round like an urchin's top.
'Fool,' I cried, 'while you spin round, 'Others grow wise, are praised, are crowned.' Ever the same round road he trod, 'This is better: I seek for God.'
'We see the whole world, left and right, Yet at the blind back hides from sight The unseen Master that drives us forth To East and West, to South and North.
'Over my shoulder for eighty years I have looked for the gleam of the sphere of spheres.' 'In all your turning, what have you found?' 'At least, I know why the world goes round.'
# The Wild Knight and Other Poems/Alone

Blessings there are of cradle and of clan,  Blessings that fall of priests' and princes' hands;  But never blessing full of lives and lands, Broad as the blessing of a lonely man.
Though that old king fell from his primal throne,  And ate among the cattle, yet this pride  Had found him in the deepest grass, and cried An 'Ecce Homo' with the trumpets blown.
And no mad tyrant, with almighty ban,  Who in strong madness dreams himself divine,  But hears through fumes of flattery and of wine The thunder of this blessing name him man.
Let all earth rot past saints' and seraphs' plea,  Yet shall a Voice cry through its last lost war,  'This is the world, this red wreck of a star, That a man blessed beneath an alder-tree.'
# The Wild Knight and Other Poems/An Alliance

This is the weird of a world-old folk,  That not till the last link breaks, Not till the night is blackest,  The blood of Hengist wakes. When the sun is black in heaven,  The moon as blood above, And the earth is full of hatred,  This people tells its love.
In change, eclipse, and peril,  Under the whole world's scorn, By blood and death and darkness  The Saxon peace is sworn; That all our fruit be gathered,  And all our race take hands, And the sea be a Saxon river  That runs through Saxon lands.
Lo! not in vain we bore him;  Behold it! not in vain, Four centuries' dooms of torture  Choked in the throat of Spain, Ere priest or tyrant triumph -  We know how well - we know - Bone of that bone can whiten,  Blood of that blood can flow.
Deep grows the hate of kindred,  Its roots take hold on hell; No peace or praise can heal it,  But a stranger heals it well. Seas shall be red as sunsets,  And kings' bones float as foam, And heaven be dark with vultures,  The night our son comes home.
# The Wild Knight and Other Poems/At Night

How many million stars there be, That only God hath numberéd; But this one only chosen for me In time before her face was fled. Shall not one mortal man alive  Hold up his head?
# The Wild Knight and Other Poems/By the Babe Unborn

If trees were tall and grasses short, As in some crazy tale, If here and there a sea were blue Beyond the breaking pale,
If a fixed fire hung in the air To warm me one day through, If deep green hair grew on great hills, I know what I should do.
In dark I lie: dreaming that there Are great eyes cold or kind, And twisted streets and silent doors, And living men behind.
Let storm-clouds come: better an hour, And leave to weep and fight, Than all the ages I have ruled The empires of the night.
I think that if they gave me leave Within that world to stand, I would be good through all the day I spent in fairyland.
They should not hear a word from me Of selfishness or scorn, If only I could find the door, If only I were born.
# The Wild Knight and Other Poems/E. C. B.

Before the grass grew over me,  I knew one good man through and through, And knew a soul and body joined  Are stronger than the heavens are blue.
A wisdom worthy of thy joy,  O great heart, read I as I ran; Now, though men smite me on the face,  I cannot curse the face of man.
I loved the man I saw yestreen  Hanged with his babe's blood on his palms. I loved the man I saw to-day  Who knocked not when he came with alms.
Hush! - for thy sake I even faced  The knowledge that is worse than hell; And loved the man I saw but now  Hanging head downwards in the well.
# The Survivors of the Chancellor/Chapter XXXVI

Chapter XXXVI. We Lose Nearly All Our Provisions
DECEMBER 22. -- Daylight came at length, and the sun broke through and dispersed the clouds that the storm had left behind. The struggle of the elements, while it lasted, had been terrific, but the swoon into which I was thrown by my fall prevented me from observing the final incidents of the visitation. All that I know is, that shortly after we had shipped the heavy sea, that I have mentioned, a shower of rain had the effect of calming the severity of the hurricane, and tended to diminish the electric tension of the atmosphere.
Thanks to the kind care of M. Letourneur and Miss Herbey, I recovered consciousness, but I believe that it is to Robert Curtis that I owe my real deliverance, for he it was that prevented me from being carried away by a second heavy wave.
The tempest, fierce as it was, did not last more than a few hours; but even in that short space of time what an irreparable loss we have sustained, and what a load of misery seems stored up for us in the future!
Of the two sailors who perished in the storm, one was Austin, a fine active young man of about eight-and-twenty; the other was old O'Ready, the survivor of so many shipwrecks. Our party is thus reduced to sixteen souls, leaving a total barely exceeding half the number of those who embarked on board the Chancellor at Charleston.
Curtis's first care had been to take a strict account of the remnant of our provisions. Of all the torrents of rain that fell in the night we were unhappily unable to catch a single drop; but water will not fail us yet, for about fourteen gallons still remain in the bottom of the broken barrel, while the second barrel has not been touched. But of food we have next to nothing. The cases containing the dried meat, and the fish that we had preserved, have both been washed away, and all that now remains to us is about sixty pounds of biscuit. Sixty pounds of biscuit between sixteen persons! Eight days, with half a pound a day apiece, will consume it all.
The day has passed away in silence. A general depression has fallen upon all; the specter of famine has appeared among us, and each has remained wrapped in his own gloomy meditations, though each has doubtless but one idea dominant in his mind.
Once, as I passed near the group of sailors lying on the fore part of the raft, I heard Flaypole say with a sneer:
"Those who are going to die had better make haste about it."
"Yes," said Owen, "and leave their share of food to others."
At the regular hour each person received his half-pound of biscuit. Some, I noticed, swallowed it ravenously; others reserved it for another time. Falsten divided his ration into several portions, corresponding, I believe, to the number of meals to which he was ordinarily accustomed. What prudence he shows! If any one survives this misery, I think it will be he.
# The Survivors of the Chancellor/Chapter XXX

Chapter XXX. Our Situation Critical
WILL this frail boat, forty feet by twenty, bear us in safety? Sink it cannot; the material of which it is composed is of a kind that must surmount the waves. But it is questionable whether it will hold together. The cords that bind it will have a tremendous strain to bear in resisting the violence of the sea. The most sanguine among us trembles to face the future; the most confident dares to think only of the present. After the manifold perils of the last seventy-two days' voyage all are too agitated to look forward without dismay to what in all human probability must be a time of the direst distress.
Vain as the task may seem, I will not pause in my work of registering the events of our drama, as scene after scene they are unfolded before our eyes.
Of the twenty-eight persons who left Charleston in the Chancellor, only eighteen are left to huddle together upon this narrow raft; this number includes the five passengers, namely, M. Letourneur, Andre, Miss Herbey, Falsten, and myself; the ship's officers, Captain Curtis, Lieutenant Walter, the boatswain, Hobart the steward, Jynxstrop the cook, and Dowlas the carpenter; and seven sailors, Austin, Owen, Wilson, O'Ready, Burke, Sandon, and Flaypole.
Such are the passengers on the raft; it is but a brief task to enumerate their resources.
The greater part of the provisions in the store-room were destroyed at the time when the ship's deck was submerged, and the small quantity that Curtis has been able to save will be very inadequate to supply the wants of eighteen people, who too probably have many days to wait ere they sight either land or a passing vessel. One cask of biscuit, another of preserved meat, a small keg of brandy, and two barrels of water complete our store, so that the utmost frugality in the distribution of our daily rations becomes absolutely necessary.
Of spare clothes we have positively none; a few sails will serve for shelter by day, and covering by night. Dowlas has his carpenter's tools, we have each a pocket-knife, and O'Ready an old tin pot, of which he takes the most tender care; in addition to these, we are in possession of a sextant, a compass, a chart, and a metal tea-kettle, everything else that was placed on deck in readiness for the first raft having been lost in the partial submersion of the vessel.
Such then is our situation; critical indeed, but after all perhaps not desperate. We have one great fear; some there are among us whose courage, moral as well as physical, may give way, and over failing spirits such as these we may have no control.
# The White Feather

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To: My Brother Dick
The time of this story is a year and a term later than that of The Gold Bat. The history of Wrykyn in between these two books is dealt with in a number of short stories, some of them brainy in the extreme, which have appeared in various magazines. I wanted Messrs Black to publish these, but they were light on their feet and kept away—a painful exhibition of the White Feather.
    P. G. Wodehouse

## CONTENTS

* Chapter 1. EXPERT OPINIONS
* Chapter 2. SHEEN AT HOME
* Chapter 3. SHEEN RECEIVES VISITORS AND ADVICE
* Chapter 4. THE BETTER PART OF VALOUR
* Chapter 5. THE WHITE FEATHER
* Chapter 6. ALBERT REDIVIVUS
* Chapter 7. MR JOE BEVAN
* Chapter 8. A NAVAL BATTLE AND ITS CONSEQUENCES
* Chapter 9. SHEEN BEGINS HIS EDUCATION
* Chapter 10. SHEEN'S PROGRESS
* Chapter 11. A SMALL INCIDENT
* Chapter 12. DUNSTABLE AND LINTON GO UP THE RIVER
* Chapter 13. DEUS EX MACHINA
* Chapter 14. A SKIRMISH
* Chapter 15. THE ROUT AT RIPTON
* Chapter 16. DRUMMOND GOES INTO RETIREMENT
* Chapter 17. SEYMOUR'S ONE SUCCESS
* Chapter 18. MR BEVAN MAKES A SUGGESTION
* Chapter 19. PAVING THE WAY
* Chapter 20. SHEEN GOES TO ALDERSHOT
* Chapter 21. A GOOD START
* Chapter 22. A GOOD FINISH
* Chapter 23. A SURPRISE FOR SEYMOUR'S
* Chapter 24. BRUCE EXPLAINS
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# The War

Poem printed in The Times on 9 May 1859, encouraging recruitment to the Volunteer Rifle Corps in response to fears of a possible French invasion.
There is a sound of thunder afar,  Storm in the South that darkens the day, Storm of battle and thunder of war,  Well, if it do not roll our way.  Storm! storm! Riflemen form!  Ready, be ready to meet the storm!  Riflemen, riflemen, riflemen form!
Be not deaf to the sound that warns!  Be not gull'd by despot's plea! Are figs of thistles, or grapes of thorns?  How should a despot set men free?  Form! form! Riflemen form!  Ready, be ready to meet the storm!  Riflemen, riflemen, riflemen form!
Let your reforms for a moment go,  Look to your butts and take good aims. Better a rotten borough or so,  Than a rotten fleet or city in flames!  Form! form! Riflemen form!  Ready, be ready to meet the storm!  Riflemen, riflemen, riflemen form!
Form, be ready to do or die!  Form in freedom's name and Queen's! True, that we have a faithful ally,  But only the devil knows what he means.  Form! form! Riflemen form!  Ready, be ready to meet the storm!  Riflemen, riflemen, riflemen form!
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