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# Ellis v. United States (356 U.S. 674)/Opinion of the Court

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United States Supreme Court
356 U.S. 674
Ellis v. United States (356 U.S. 674)
Argued: May 26, 1958. ---
The petition for writ of certiorari is granted, as is leave to proceed in forma pauperis.
The Court of Appeals denied petitioner leave to appeal in forma pauperis a conviction for housebreaking and larceny. 101 U.S.App.D.C., 386, 249 F.2d 478. The Solicitor General concedes that leave to appeal should have been allowed unless petitioner's contentions on the merits were frivolous. The only statutory requirement for the allowance of an indigent's appeal is the applicant's 'good faith.' 28 U.S.C. § 1915, 28 U.S.C.A. § 1915. In the absence of some evident improper motive, the applicant's good faith is established by the presentation of any issue that is not plainly frivolous. Farley v. United States, 354 U.S. 521, 77 S.Ct. 1371, 1 L.Ed.2d 1529. The good-faith test must not be converted into a requirement of a preliminary showing of any particular degree of merit. Unless the issues raised are so frivolous that the appeal would be dismissed in the case of a nonindigent litigant, Fed.Rules Crim.Proc. 39(a), 18 U.S.C.A., the request of an indigent for leave to appeal in forma pauperis must be allowed.
Normally, allowance of an appeal should not be denied until an indigent has had adequate representation by counsel. Johnson v. United States, 352 U.S. 565, 77 S.Ct. 550, 1 L.Ed.2d 593. In this case, it appears that the two attorneys appointed by the Court of Appeals, performed essentially the role of amici curiae. But representation in the role of an advocate is required. If counsel is convinced, after conscientious investigation, that the appeal is frivolous, of course, he may ask to withdraw on that account. If the court is satisfied that counsel has diligently investigated the possible grounds of appeal, and agrees with counsel's evaluation of the case, then leave to withdraw may be allowed and leave to appeal may be denied. In this case, the Solicitor General concedes, and after examining the record we agree, that the issue presented-probable cause to arrest-is not one that 'can necessarily be characterized as frivolous.' Accordingly, the judgment of the Court of Appeals is vacated, and the case is remanded for reconsideration in light of this opinion.

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# Ellis v. United States (206 U.S. 246)

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United States Supreme Court
206 U.S. 246
Ellis v. United States
Argued: and submitted April 23, 24, 1907. --- Decided: May 13, 1907
Mr. D. T. Watson for plaintiff in error in No. 567.
[Argument of Counsel from pages 246-248 intentionally omitted]
Messrs. Edward E. Blodgett and G. Philip Wardner for plaintiff in error in Nos. 664, 665, 666.
[Argument of Counsel from pages 248-250 intentionally omitted]
Messrs. W. Orison Underwood, Henry F. Knight, and Johnson, Clapp, & Underwood for plaintiff in error in Nos. 667, 668, 669.
Solicitor General Hoyt, Attorney General Bonaparte, and Mr. Otis J. Carlton for defendant in error.
[Argument of Counsel from pages 250-254 intentionally omitted]
Mr. Justice Holmes delivered the opinion of the court:

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# Ellis v. United States (356 U.S. 674)

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United States Supreme Court
356 U.S. 674
Ellis v. United States (356 U.S. 674)
Argued: May 26, 1958. ---
Mr. Kingdon Gould, Jr., for petitioner.
Solicitor General Rankin, Acting Assistant Attorney General McLean and Beatrice Rosenberg, for the United States.
PER CURIAM.

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# Elmer Gantry

NOVELS BY SINCLAIR LEWIS
* Our Mr. Wrenn
* The Trail of the Hawk
* The Job
* Free Air
* Main Street
* Babbitt
* Arrowsmith
* Mantrap
* Elmer Gantry
ELMER GANTRY
BY
SINCLAIR LEWIS
NEW YORK
HARCOURT, BRACE AND COMPANY
COPYRIGHT, 1927, BY HARCOURT, BRACE AND COMPANY, INC.
PRINTED IN THE U.S.A. BY THE QUINN AND BODEN CO., INC. RAHWAY, NEW JERSEY, U. S. A.
To H. L. MENCKEN with profound admiration
No character in this book is the portrait of any actual person.
S. L.
* Chapter 1
* Chapter 2
* Chapter 3
* Chapter 4
* Chapter 5
* Chapter 6
* Chapter 7
* Chapter 8
* Chapter 9
* Chapter 10
* Chapter 11
* Chapter 12
* Chapter 13
* Chapter 14
* Chapter 15
* Chapter 16
* Chapter 17
* Chapter 18
* Chapter 19
* Chapter 20
* Chapter 21
* Chapter 22
* Chapter 23
* Chapter 24
* Chapter 25
* Chapter 26
* Chapter 27
* Chapter 28
* Chapter 29
* Chapter 30
* Chapter 31
* Chapter 32
* Chapter 33
This work is in the public domain in the United States because it was published before January 1, 1929.
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# Ephemera (Buck)/The City

THE CITY
Here at the blue sea's verge lies the great city, the white walls of its quays and houses gleaming in the sunlight, filled with the rumor of countless voices, shrill cries, music, the ceaseless beating of the waters.
Bright city, for thee I shall be very famous and very wealthy, for I am beautiful. Thou knowest well how beautiful I am . . .
Countless are those who give their love. Their teeth shine like pearls born of the sea; no passion daunts them; no pain or sorrow is too great for them to bear—and smile. But I . . . the world shall gasp desire before me.
And I will make thee drunk, O city, perfumed and corrupt; I will make thee drunk with love and poems from my crimsoned, violate lips.
# Ephemera (Buck)/The Falling Leaves

THE FALLING LEAVES
When the sun sets all too soon beyond the mountains and the western skies are flooded with pallid crimson:
When the trees stand naked and black against the afterglow and the evening star shines high above the gathering mists of twilight:
When the earth is chilled by sweeping winds: when the water of the pools lies dead and silent and the last leaves drop, one by one, from the trees:
The naiads forsake the springs, the syrinx of the satyrs is heard no more, and the dryads, deep in the hearts of the trees, whimper and wrap themselves in the shelter of their long, dark hair.
And I—I stand alone in the vast solitude—and tremble.
# Ephemera (Buck)/The Friend

THE FRIEND
Surely I dream. It is not possible thou hast really gone. It is not possible that I have lost thee.
From the shadows, I saw thee in his arms above the flower-strewn threshold. And all that night I stood alone under the stars, my hand still clasping the charred fragments of the torch burned for thy good fortune.
The distant rumor of the sea murmurs thy name; the silence of the forests is perfumed with thy memory. Each well-remembered gesture, each fair word, each glance of eyes which understood so well . . .
Thou hast but gone on a long journey, hast thou not? And life ebbs quickly, hand in hand with death . . . But thou wilt return. Before I know the dream is true, surely thou wilt return . . .
# Ephemera (Buck)/The Neophyte

THE NEOPHYTE
Upon the storm-scarred summits of the mountains, among the shifting valleys of the desert wastes, across the waters' murmuring infinity, I called: but the spirits of the hills were silent; the voices of the sea made me no answer.
I turned mine eyes to the sapphire gateway of the dawn, the flaming sunset, the star-jeweled curtains of the night. I tuned my voice to the song of birds; I lay as a friend among the flowers.
And then I sought the cold, still gods, half luminous in the temple dusks. Their carven lips gave forth no word, their eyes gazed always beyond immeasured futures, but the sign of peace was graven on their brows.
And the earth awoke, pulsing with life, as I laid my heart upon the purpled altars of the dead.
# Ephemera (Buck)/The Garden

THE GARDEN
Beside me in the shadowy garden of my dwelling stands my Well-Belovèd, clad in a perfumed saffron tunic and shod with gilded sandals. His arm rests lightly upon my shoulders, his eyes are bright with laughter.
I move softly beneath the gold-encircled arm, and sigh:
—I love thee.
—I love thee because I know thee well and because thou knowest me. From thy caress comes only happiness . . . And when mine eyes meet his, he smiles.
My hair is golden as the sun; mine eyes are jewels; my lips are dew-kissed flowers. I know—for many have told me. I stand in the star-lit garden of my dwelling and raise mine arms and laugh and sigh. And, as the great moon rises in the east, a song trembles upon my lips—a song of joyous understanding; of all desire fulfilled.
# Ephemera (Buck)/The Gifts

THE GIFTS
I have given thee a saffron vestment rich with gold, a circlet heavy with rubies for thine arm, a gleaming sapphire for thy brow—and thou hast smiled upon me.
I have given thee a necklace of rosy pearls to hang about thy neck, sandals of gilded leather for thy slender feet, rare oils and heavy perfumes—and thou hast loved me.
Thou hast given me thyself and all thy love: mad, scarlet nights, mornings of pale delight and languorous noondays—and thou hast been my slave.
Yet, if I had not crowned thee with jewels; if I had not set thy path aflame with rubies, no less I would have loved thee. And yet . . . and yet, I think, thou never wouldst have known . . .
# Ephemera (Buck)/The Epicure

THE EPICURE
Go, thou of the golden hair, and bathe thyself in perfumed waters; rub thy body with wine and fragrant oils so thy suppled skin may glow and glide, softer than silk beneath my touch.
Loose thou thine hair above the smoking incense that, being pregnant with the divine fragrance, it may delight me as it falls about my face, over my lips.
Then lay upon thy slender nudity this tunic, these silken scarves and, over all, this purple vestment broidered with fine gold.
When thou hast done these things—return. If thou art smiling, warm with desire: if I find thee fair: perhaps thou wilt be loved.
# Ephemera (Buck)/The Merchant

THE MERCHANT
These treasures I have gathered for many years. And if thou wilt . . . Here are mirrors of bronze; and here a silver bracelet, heavy with sards from Lydia. It is enchanted, caressing the arm of her that wears it, if only she be fair . . . Thou seest!
Here are perfumes and rare essences in alabaster vials from Corinth and the isle of Crete. And here, perfumes no less immortal in brown clay vases from Etruria.
This rose powder from the amorous blooms of Mitylene will make thy nails lustrous as nacre. And here is purest kohl to shadow the flaming languor of thine eyes.
These glowing silks have come from many lands. This is thy color . . . O Isis! How beautiful! . . . The price? Nay, take it, and the bracelet also. They would be desolate, away from thee. And as my only payment, I pray thee wear them once, passing my door.
# Ephemera (Buck)/The Isle

THE ISLE
How the sea glitters in the sunlight! Far out over the flashing waters, seest thou the white sail of that speeding boat which almost seems to fly above the ripples?
Here on this pebbled beach, caressed by the clear blue waters, where spreading reaches from the lapping waves glide up like the pleading hands of nereids, the gods are very near.
They say, to this lovely island, mighty Zeus, concealed by the semblance of a white bull, bore on his back Europa, the peerless virgin, the source of his desire.
It may be at this very spot they came up from the waters. Perhaps among the grassy dells through which we lately wandered, they also loved. Perhaps in this grotto by the shore they slept, wearied with love, the virgin murmuring through some happy dream, her fair head pillowed on a god-like breast.
# Ephemera (Buck)/The Orgy

THE ORGY
—Plunge thy wreath . . . into the wine, as I do. Now drink from the blossoms. It is delicious. . . . Ho, there! My friend is thirsty. I am sure he is thirsty. Give him the Cretan wine; he likes it because it is red . . .
—O lassitude! . . . Thy lips are like a flower at my throat . . .
—This roasted fowl, I swear, is daintier than a beautiful woman. Now I maintain that pleasures such as this . . .
—Let her alone, thou ape; she is a Lesbian . . . What is it to thee? . . . Who threw that cup? O shame! It was a rare Etruscan glaze! How strangely the fragments gleam . . .
—O lovely, glowing limbs! O skin like petals of the rose! More maddening than all wines the fair breath sobbing past thy crimsoned lips . . .
—Gods! Gods! I weep. See, my sleeve is all wet with tears! I can drink . . . no more . . . I can drink . . .
—O Dionysos, strike the profaner dead!
# Eothen

EŌTHEN,
OR
TRACES OF TRAVEL
BROUGHT HOME
FROM THE EAST.
New Edition.
NEW-YORK: C. S. FRANCIS & CO., 252 BROADWAY. 1854.
CONTENTS
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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# Eonchs of Ruby/Lily Adair

LILY ADAIR.
I.
The Apollo Belvidere was adorning The Chamber where Eulalie lay, While Aurora, tho Rose of the Morning, Smiled full in the face of the Day. All around stood the beautiful Graces Bathing Venus—some combing her hair— While she lay in her husband's embraces A-moulding my Lily Adair— Of my Fawn-like Lily Adair— Of my Dove-like Lily Adair— Of my beautiful, dutiful Lily Adair.
II.
Where the Oreads played in the Highlands, And the Water-Nymphs bathed in the streams, In the tall Jasper Reeds of the Islands— She wandered in life's cearly dreams. For the Wood-Nymphs then brought from the Wildwood The turtle Doves Venus kept there, Which the Dryades tamed, in his childhood, ​For Cupid, to Lily Adair— To my Dove-like Lily Adair— To my lamb-like Lily Adair— To my beautiful, dutiful Lily Adair.
III.
Where the Opaline Swan circled, singing, With her eider-down Cygnets at noon, In the tall Jasper Eeeds that were springing From the marge of the crystal Lagoon— Rich Canticles, clarion-like, golden, Such as only true love can declare, Like an Archangel's voice in times olden— I went with my Lily Adair— With my lamb-like Lily Adair— With my saint-like Lily Adair— With my beautiful, dutiful Lily Adair.
IV.
Her eyes, lily-lidded, were azure, Cerulean, celestial, divine— Suffused with the soul-light of pleasure. Which drew all the soul out of mine. She had all the rich grace of the Graces, And all that they had not to spare; For it took all their beautiful faces To make one for Lily Adair— For my Christ-like Lily Adair— For my Heaven-born Lily Adair— For my beautiful, dutiful Lily Adair.
V.
She was fairer by far than that Maiden, The star-bright Cassiope, Who was taken by angels to Aiden, And crowned with eternity. ​For her beauty the Sea-Nymphs offended, Because so surpassingly fair; And so death then the precious life ended Of my beautiful Lily Adair— Of my Heaven-born Lily Adair— Of my star-crowned Lily Adair— Of my beautiful, dutiful Lily Adair.
VI.
From her Paradise-Isles in the ocean, To the beautiful City of On, By the mellifluent rivers of Goshen, My beautiful Lily is gone! In her Chariot of Fire translated, Like Elijah, she passed through the air, To the City of God golden-gated— The Home of my Lily Adair— Of my star-crowned Lily Adair— Of my God-loved Lily Adair— Of my beautiful, dutiful Lily Adair.
VII.
On the vista-path made by the Angels, In her Chariot of Fire, she rode, While the Cherubim sang their Evangels— To the Gates of the City of God. For the Cherubim-band that went with her, I saw them pass out of the air— I saw them go up through the ether Into Heaven with my Lily Adair— With my Christ-like Lily Adair— With my God-loved Lily Adair— With my beautiful, dutiful Lily Adair.
# Eonchs of Ruby/Sonnet. On Reading Milton's Paradise Lost

SONNET.
ON READING MILTON'S PARADISE LOST
Sweet as that soul-uplifting Hydromel Idean Ganymede did give to Jove In the God-kingdoms of Immortal Love— Dipt from Heaven's everlasting Golden Well— Was thy great song, celestial Israfel! Like that Apollo near the shining portals Of Heaven, in chariot, with celestial lyre, Sung for the thronging glorified Immortals, Which set the souls of all the gods on fire! So sweet my soul, entranced, seemed suddenly brought Before the star-crowned, blazing majesty Of those great Sages of immortal thought, And Poet-kings of deathless melody, Who now shake Heaven with thunderous Jubilee.
# Eonchs of Ruby/To Mary in Heaven

TO MARY IN HEAVEN.
I.
I met thee first in May, Mary! The flower-crowned month of May; But now thou art away, Mary! Away from me—away! Thou wert that all to me, Mary! That all on earth to me, That I will be to thee, Mary! In Heaven above to thee.
II.
Ah! then thine eyes were mild, Mary! Thy deep blue eyes were mild; For thou wert then a child, Mary! And I another child. Thou wert that all to me, Mary! That all on earth to me, That I will be to thee, Mary! In Heaven above to thee.
III.
Thy face was then so meek, Mary! So saintly mild, so meek, Thy lily-form seemed weak, Mary! And mine for thine grew weak ​For thou wert that to me, Mary! That all on earth to me, That I will be to thee, Mary! In Heaven above to thee.
IV.
You led me through the meads, Mary! The flower-enameled meads, By brooks of rustling reeds, Mary! By brooks of rustling reeds— Where thou wert that to me, Mary! That all on earth to me, That I will be to thee, Mary! In Heaven above to thee.
V.
Wherever you then went, Mary! No matter where you went— I followed with content, Mary! Because you were content. For thou wert that to me, Mary! That all on earth to me, That I will be to thee, Mary! In Heaven above to thee.
VI.
I recollect the morn, Mary! The beautiful May-Morn, Beside the Field of Corn, Mary! The rustling reeds of Corn— That thou wert that to me, Mary! That all on earth to me, That I will be to thee, Mary! In Heaven above to thee.
VII.
Ah! then I took thy hand, Mary! Thy lily snow-white hand; And walked along the sand, Mary! The milk-white road of sand. For thou wert that to me, Mary! That all on earth to me, That I will be to thee, Mary! In Heaven above to thee.
VIII.
I caught thee round the waist, Mary! The slender Sylph-like waist, And felt my heart beat fast, Mary! Because thine own beat fast. For thou wert that to me, Mary! That all on earth to me, That I will be to thee, Mary! In Heaven above to thee.
IX.
Such words fell from thy tongue, Mary! Such sweet words from thy tongue, That when you talked you sung, Mary! You never talked but sung. Then thou wert that to me, Mary! That all on earth to me, That I will be to thee, Mary! In Heaven above to thee.
X.
Thus through the month of May, Mary! The flower-crowned month of May, We, courting, went to play, Mary! And courted in our play. ​The years were then to me, Mary! As hours are now to me; As time is now to thee, Mary! In Heaven above to thee.
XI.
For Love knows nought of years, Mary! Love nothing knows of years; And sheds no bitter tears, Mary! Time measured is by tears. Thus thou wert that to me, Mary! That all on earth to me, That I will be to thee, Mary! In Heaven above to thee.
XII.
What thou art now above, Mary! I was, as if above; For Heaven is made of love, Mary! And I was full of love. For thou wert that to me, Mary! That all on earth to me, That I will be to thee, Mary! In Heaven above to thee.
XIII.
But now these days are gone, Mary! These Halcyon Days are gone! And I am left alone, Mary! Alone on earth—alone! What would I give to see, Mary! Thy precious form to see? All thou wouldst give to be, Mary! In this dark world with me.
# Eonchs of Ruby/Sonnet. The Release of Fionnuala

SONNET.
THE RELEASE OF FIONNUALA.
Beside an island in an inland sea, A virgin Swan came, in the time of spring, Her Heaven-revealing, dying song to sing! Veiled in the night's divine tranquillity, Far in the reeds, where she had come to float, There rose up from her silver-sounding throat A whirlwind of cherubic melody, Which hurricaned the silence of the night, And rapt with an immortal ecstacy— (Making them think it day in their delight)— The birds within the solitudes—when right To Heaven, transfigured, glorified, she went, Leaving the world in mute astonishment— Drowned in the deluge of her agony.
# Eonchs of Ruby/The Queen of Love

THE QUEEN OF LOVE.
LA REINETTE DE MON CŒUR.
A bright enameled Brooch of purest gold She sported in her sunny-silken hair; Now lilae satin did her limbs unfold, While round her Moon-like brow more fair Than Heaven when all the sky is clear, A Diamond-studded chain of gold she wore, Starred in the centre with her foronnier Which shone like Vesper on the heavenly shore.
A glove of spotless kid enclosed her hand; A golden Bracelet circled each fair wrist; The ground on which her tender feet did stand Was by her Kid-ensandaled foot imprest, Like letters written by an Angel's hand In Hieroglyphics of the Heavenly Land: And all who saw her said she was possest Of beauty that would make an Angel blest.
An Antique Cameo starred her silver vest, Fit emblem of her heart it did unfold— Couched in the valley of her snow-white breast, Encased in circles of the vpurest gold. The rich Design which graced the Gem was this; A snow-white Dove, perched on a Tulip-Vase, Was sipping nectar from the Chalice full, While by her side there stood, with artless grace, Her mate, drinking, in Art most beautiful— This Antique Symbol set there to express, In loftiest Art, her artful artlessness.
# Eonchs of Ruby

EONCHS OF RUBY.
A Gift of Love.
BY T. H. CHIVERS, M. D.
"The precious music of the heart."—Wordsworth.
New-York: PUBLISHED BY SPALDING & SHEPARD.
1851.
Entered according to act of Congress in the year 1850, by T. H. CHIVERS, In the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the Unites States, for the Southern District of New-York.
John P. Prall, Printer, 9 Spruce Street, New-York.
CONTENTS.
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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# Eonchs of Ruby/The Shell

THE SHELL.
"It seems in truth the fairest shell of ocean."—Shelley.
I.
What is it makes thy sound unto my ear So mournful, Angel of the mighty Sea? Is it the soul of her who once was here, Speaking affection, through thy lips, to me?
II.
Oh! from my childhood this has been to me A mystery which no one could solve!—It sounds And sorrows for the Sea incessantly— Telling the grief with which my soul abounds!
III.
Here, in its labyrinthine curve, it leaves The foot-prints of its song in many dyes; And here, incessantly, it ever weaves The rainbow-tissue of its melodies.
IV.
When any harsher sound disturbs me here, In my lamentings in this world for the, I will apply it to my listening ear, And think it is thy soul come down to me.