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# The Battle of the Books and Other Short Pieces/A Meditation upon a Broomstick

A MEDITATION UPON A BROOMSTICK.
According to the Style and Manner of the Hon. Robert Boyle’s Meditations.
This single stick, which you now behold ingloriously lying in that neglected corner, I once knew in a flourishing state in a forest. It was full of sap, full of leaves, and full of boughs; but now in vain does the busy art of man pretend to vie with nature, by tying that withered bundle of twigs to its sapless trunk; it is now at best but the reverse of what it was, a tree turned upside-down, the branches on the earth, and the root in the air; it is now handled by every dirty wench, condemned to do her drudgery, and, by a capricious kind of fate, destined to make other things clean, and be nasty itself; at length, worn to the stumps in the service of the maids, it is either thrown out of doors or condemned to the last use—of kindling a fire. When I beheld this I sighed, and said within myself, “Surely mortal man is a broomstick!” Nature sent him into the world strong and lusty, in a thriving condition, wearing his own hair on his head, the proper branches of this reasoning vegetable, till the axe of intemperance has lopped off his green boughs, and left him a withered trunk; he then flies to art, and puts on a ​periwig, valuing himself upon an unnatural bundle of hairs, all covered with powder, that never grew on his head; but now should this our broomstick pretend to enter the scene, proud of those birchen spoils it never bore, and all covered with dust, through the sweepings of the finest lady’s chamber, we should be apt to ridicule and despise its vanity. Partial judges that we are of our own excellencies, and other men’s defaults!
But a broomstick, perhaps you will say, is an emblem of a tree standing on its head; and pray what is a man but a topsy-turvy creature, his animal faculties perpetually mounted on his rational, his head where his heels should be, grovelling on the earth? And yet, with all his faults, he sets up to be a universal reformer and corrector of abuses, a remover of grievances, rakes into every slut’s corner of nature, bringing hidden corruptions to the light, and raises a mighty dust where there was none before, sharing deeply all the while in the very same pollutions he pretends to sweep away. His last days are spent in slavery to women, and generally the least deserving; till, worn to the stumps, like his brother besom, he is either kicked out of doors, or made use of to kindle flames for others to warm themselves by.
# Sword Blades and Poppy Seed/Absence

My cup is empty to-night, Cold and dry are its sides, Chilled by the wind from the open window. Empty and void, it sparkles white in the moonlight. The room is filled with the strange scent Of wistaria blossoms. They sway in the moon's radiance And tap against the wall. But the cup of my heart is still, And cold, and empty.
When you come, it brims Red and trembling with blood, Heart's blood for your drinking; To fill your mouth with love And the bitter-sweet taste of a soul.
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# Sword Blades and Poppy Seed/Astigmatism

To Ezra Pound
 With much friendship and admiration and some differences of opinion
The Poet took his walking-stick Of fine and polished ebony. Set in the close-grained wood Were quaint devices; Patterns in ambers, And in the clouded green of jades. The top was of smooth, yellow ivory, And a tassel of tarnished gold Hung by a faded cord from a hole Pierced in the hard wood, Circled with silver. For years the Poet had wrought upon this cane. His wealth had gone to enrich it, His experiences to pattern it, His labour to fashion and burnish it. To him it was perfect, A work of art and a weapon, A delight and a defence. The Poet took his walking-stick And walked abroad.
Peace be with you, Brother. The Poet came to a meadow. Sifted through the grass were daisies, Open-mouthed, wondering, they gazed at the sun. The Poet struck them with his cane. The little heads flew off, and they lay Dying, open-mouthed and wondering, On the hard ground. "They are useless. They are not roses," said the Poet.
Peace be with you, Brother. Go your ways. The Poet came to a stream. Purple and blue flags waded in the water; In among them hopped the speckled frogs; The wind slid through them, rustling. The Poet lifted his cane, And the iris heads fell into the water. They floated away, torn and drowning. "Wretched flowers," said the Poet, "They are not roses."
Peace be with you, Brother. It is your affair. The Poet came to a garden. Dahlias ripened against a wall, Gillyflowers stood up bravely for all their short stature, And a trumpet-vine covered an arbour With the red and gold of its blossoms. Red and gold like the brass notes of trumpets. The Poet knocked off the stiff heads of the dahlias, And his cane lopped the gillyflowers at the ground. Then he severed the trumpet-blossoms from their stems. Red and gold they lay scattered, Red and gold, as on a battle field; Red and gold, prone and dying. "They were not roses," said the Poet.
Peace be with you, Brother. But behind you is destruction, and waste places. The Poet came home at evening, And in the candle-light He wiped and polished his cane. The orange candle flame leaped in the yellow ambers, And made the jades undulate like green pools. It played along the bright ebony, And glowed in the top of cream-coloured ivory. But these things were dead, Only the candle-light made them seem to move. "It is a pity there were no roses," said the Poet.
Peace be with you, Brother. You have chosen your part.
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# Sword Blades and Poppy Seed/Convalescence

From out the dragging vastness of the sea,  Wave-fettered, bound in sinuous, seaweed strands,  He toils toward the rounding beach, and stands One moment, white and dripping, silently, Cut like a cameo in lazuli,  Then falls, betrayed by shifting shells, and lands  Prone in the jeering water, and his hands Clutch for support where no support can be.  So up, and down, and forward, inch by inch, He gains upon the shore, where poppies glow And sandflies dance their little lives away.  The sucking waves retard, and tighter clinch The weeds about him, but the land-winds blow, And in the sky there blooms the sun of May.
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# Sword Blades and Poppy Seed/Apology

Be not angry with me that I bear  Your colours everywhere,  All through each crowded street,  And meet  The wonder-light in every eye,  As I go by.
Each plodding wayfarer looks up to gaze,  Blinded by rainbow haze,  The stuff of happiness,  No less,  Which wraps me in its glad-hued folds  Of peacock golds.
Before my feet the dusty, rough-paved way  Flushes beneath its gray.  My steps fall ringed with light,  So bright,  It seems a myriad suns are strown  About the town.
Around me is the sound of steepled bells,  And rich perfumed smells  Hang like a wind-forgotten cloud,  And shroud  Me from close contact with the world.  I dwell impearled.
You blazon me with jewelled insignia.  A flaming nebula  Rims in my life. And yet  You set  The word upon me, unconfessed  To go unguessed.
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# Sword Blades and Poppy Seed/A Blockhead

Before me lies a mass of shapeless days,  Unseparated atoms, and I must  Sort them apart and live them. Sifted dust Covers the formless heap. Reprieves, delays, There are none, ever. As a monk who prays  The sliding beads asunder, so I thrust  Each tasteless particle aside, and just Begin again the task which never stays.  And I have known a glory of great suns, When days flashed by, pulsing with joy and fire! Drunk bubbled wine in goblets of desire,  And felt the whipped blood laughing as it runs! Spilt is that liquor, my too hasty hand Threw down the cup, and did not understand.
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# Sword Blades and Poppy Seed

* A Blockhead
* A Gift
* A London Thoroughfare. 2 A.M.
* A Petition
* A Tale of Starvation
* Absence
* Apology
* Astigmatism
* Convalescence
* Fool's Money Bags
* Happiness
* Irony
* Miscast I
* Miscast II
* Patience
* Storm-Racked
* Stupidity
* Sunshine through a Cobwebbed Window
* Sword Blades and Poppy Seed
* The Bungler
* The Captured Goddess
* The Coal Picker
* The Cyclists
* The Foreigner
* The Last Quarter of the Moon
* The Precinct. Rochester
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# Sword Blades and Poppy Seed/A London Thoroughfare. 2 A.M.

They have watered the street, It shines in the glare of lamps, Cold, white lamps, And lies Like a slow-moving river, Barred with silver and black. Cabs go down it, One, And then another. Between them I hear the shuffling of feet. Tramps doze on the window-ledges, Night-walkers pass along the sidewalks. The city is squalid and sinister, With the silver-barred street in the midst, Slow-moving, A river leading nowhere.
Opposite my window, The moon cuts, Clear and round, Through the plum-coloured night. She cannot light the city; It is too bright. It has white lamps, And glitters coldly.
I stand in the window and watch the moon. She is thin and lustreless, But I love her. I know the moon, And this is an alien city.
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# Sword Blades and Poppy Seed/A Petition

I pray to be the tool which to your hand  Long use has shaped and moulded till it be  Apt for your need, and, unconsideringly, You take it for its service. I demand To be forgotten in the woven strand  Which grows the multi-coloured tapestry  Of your bright life, and through its tissues lie A hidden, strong, sustaining, grey-toned band.  I wish to dwell around your daylight dreams, The railing to the stairway of the clouds,  To guard your steps securely up, where streams A faery moonshine washing pale the crowds  Of pointed stars. Remember not whereby  You mount, protected, to the far-flung sky.
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# The Apocrypha and Pseudepigrapha of the Old Testament/Volume I/Contributors

CONTRIBUTORS TO VOLUME I
# The Apocryphal Acts of Paul, Peter, John, Andrew and Thomas

This 1909 translation by a noted German-American scholar took advantage of recent manuscript discoveries and publications to provide fuller translations (or in some cases the first translation) of the earliest apocryphal Acts of the apostles into English.
APOCRYPHAL ACTS OF PAUL, PETER, JOHN, ANDREW AND THOMAS BY BERNHARD PICK
THE APOCRYPHAL ACTS OF PAUL, PETER, JOHN, ANDREW and THOMAS BY BERNHARD PICK CHICAGO THE OPEN COURT PUBLISHING CO. LONDON AGENTS Kegan Paul, Trench, Trubner & Co., Ltd. 1909
Copyright 1909 by THE OPEN COURT PUBLISHING CO. CHICAGO
TABLE OF CONTENTS
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# The Apocrypha and Pseudepigrapha of the Old Testament/Volume I/Addenda et Corrigenda

ADDENDA ET CORRIGENDA TO VOLUME I
* P. 60 (1 Macc.), l. 28 from bottom, delete comma after 'although'
* P. 99, l. 29 from bottom, read 'v. 25' for 'v. 25'
* P. 118, l. 20 from bottom, read 'Sion' for 'Zion'
* P. 123, l. 3 from top, read 'enemies'' for 'enemies'
* P. 174. The evidence referred to in § 3 will be published in the J. T. S., July, 1913, under the title: 'Original Text of Tobit'.
* P. 197 (Tobit), l. 26 from top, read 'eternal' for 'external'
* P. 534. To the literature add 'Goodrick, The Book of Wisdom, 1913'—a very valuable commentary.
* P. 559 (Wisdom). In xv. 5 for 'leadeth fools into lust' (which gives the sense well) render more literally 'for fools leadeth into lust'.
* P. 579 (1 Baruch), l. 25 from bottom, read '130 A.D.' for '130 B.C.'
# The Black-bird/O could I answer No?

I could not answer No.
# The Black-bird/She rose and let me in

This song is credited to Robert Burns in various places but does not appear in the edition of his collected works transcribed on Wikisource.
She rose, and let me in.
# The Black-bird/Sweet Anny frae the Seabeach came

A
COLLECTION
OF
SONGS.
Sweet Anny frae the Sea-beach came.
# The Black-bird/Sailor Jack and Answer

SAILOR JACK.
THE ANSWER.
# The Black-bird/Highland Harry

Highland Harry.
# The Black-bird/Jenny of Aberdeen

JENNY OF ABERDEEN.
———x———
# The Black-bird/I lo'd ne'er a Laddie but ane

I lo’ed ne’er a laddie but ane.
# The Black-bird/Lament for General Wolfe

Lament for General Wolfe
# The Black-bird/Scotch Whiskie

SCOTCH WHISKIE.
(Tune—Push about the Jorum.)
# Taliesin's Prophecy

* Taliesin's Prophecy, in Poetical Remains of the Late Mrs Hemans, 1836.
* Taliesin's Prophecy, in Poems of Felicia Hemans, Blackwood, 1872.
This was originally a song in Welsh Melodies, Volume 2, 1822.
# Talk with prudence to a Beggar

* "Talk with prudence to a beggar" in Poems: Second Series (1891)
* "Talk with prudence to a beggar" in The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson (1924)
# Talkington v. Dumbleton

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United States Supreme Court
123 U.S. 745
Talkington v. Dumbleton
Frank V. Drake, for appellee.
J. H. Mitchell, for appellants.
WAITE, C. J.

## Notes

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# Talking Points: January 22 Executive Orders – Economic Relief

Published 2021-01-22
* As the COVID-19 pandemic has forced the U.S. economy into crisis, millions of Americans are unemployment, falling behind on rent payment, or struggling with food security.
* And, because of pervasive system racism and inequality, the burdens of the economic crisis are hitting communities of color and underserved families the hardest.
* Today, President Biden is taking new executive actions to deliver economic relief for American families and businesses amid the COVID-19 crisis while addressing the racial inequities it has exacerbated.
* The President is also issuing an Executive Order that will launch an all-of-government effort to provide equitable emergency economic relief to working families, communities, and small businesses across the nation. The all-of-government effort will:
** Address the growing hunger crisis facing 29 million Americans — and as many as 12 million children – by asking the U.S. Department of Agriculture to consider expanding and extending federal nutrition assistance programs.
** Ensure equitable and effective delivery of direct payments — by asking the Treasury Department to change its delivery structure and focus on getting relief to the 8 million Americans who still have not received the financial assistance to which they are entitled.
** Help approximately 2 million veterans maintain their financial footing by asking the U.S. Department of Veterans Affairs to consider pausing federal collections on overpayments and debts.
** Help ensure that unemployed Americans no longer have to choose between paying their bills and keeping themselves and their families safe from COVID-19 by asking the U.S. Department of Labor to clarify that workers who refuse unsafe working conditions can still receive unemployment insurance.
** Enable effective and equitable distribution of government assistance by establishing an interagency benefit coordination structure.
* While the President will continues working with Congress to take bold action that will help working families through the remainder of the crisis, he is taking these emergency measures and important steps to give millions of Americans real relief during the pandemic.
* The all-of-government executive order, combined with the President’s historic relief package and forthcoming jobs package will help Americans persevere through the pandemic and lay the foundation for a strong and equitable recovery.
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# The Angels

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* "Angels", a poem by Olive Custance
* "The Angels", a poem by William Drummond
* "Die Engel" ("The Angels"), a poem by Rainer Maria Rilke
# The Angels of Mons (first edition)

THE BOWMEN
AND OTHER LEGENDS OF THE WAR
BY ARTHUR MACHEN
The Angels of Mons
The Angels of Mons
THE BOWMEN
AND OTHER
LEGENDS OF THE WAR
BY
ARTHUR MACHEN
with an introduction by the author
G. P. PUTNAM'S SONS NEW YORK AND LONDON The Knickerbocker Press 1915
Copyright, 1915 by G. P. PUTNAM'S SONS
The Knickerbocker Press, New York
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# The Angel that presided oer my birth

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From Notebook c.1808-1811 p.32. See also: Satiric verses and epigrams.

#### Edited text:

THE ANGEL that presided o’er my birth Said ‘Little creature, form’d of joy and mirth, Go, love without the help of anything on earth.’
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#### The original text:

The Angel that presided oer my birth
Said Little creature formd of Joy & Mirth
Go love without the help of any King on Earth
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## Notes

* ↑ The Poetical Works of William Blake, including the unpublished French Revolution together with the Minor Prophetic Books and Selections from The Four Zoas, Milton & Jerusalem; edited with an introduction and textual notes by John Sampson, Hon. D.Litt. Oxon., 1862–1931. London, New York: Oxford University Press, 1908.
* ↑ form’d … mirth] thou art form’d for mirth MS. 1st rdg. del.
* ↑ "The Complete Poetry & Prose of William Blake", ed. by David V. Erdman, Anchor Books, 1988, p. 502.
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# The Angels of Mons

* The Angels of Mons, first edition (1915)
* The Angels of Mons, second edition (1915)
# The Angels of Mons (first edition)/Advertisements

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