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# The Wreck of the Golfer

A parody of Longfellow's The Wreck of the Hesperus.
It was the Bondi golfing man Drove off from the golf house tee, And he had taken his little daughter To bear him company.
"Oh, Father, why do you swing the club And flourish it such a lot?" "You watch it fly o'er the fences high!" And he tried with a brassey shot.
"Oh, Father, why did you hit the fence Just there where the brambles twine?" And the father he answered never a word, But he got on the green in nine.
"Oh, Father, hark from behind those trees, What dismal yells arrive!" "'Tis a man I ween on the second green, And I've landed him with my drive."
"Oh, Father, why does the poor Chinee Fall down on his knees and cry?" "He taketh me for his Excellency, And he thinks once hit twice shy."
So on they fared to the waterhole, And he drove with a lot of dash, But his balls full soon in the dread lagoon Fell down with a woeful splash.
"Oh, Father, why do you beat the sand Till it flies like the carded wool?" And the father he answered never a word, For his heart was much too full.
"Oh, Father, why are they shouting 'fore' And screaming so lustily?" But the father he answered never a word, A pallid corpse was he.
For a well-swung drive on the back of his head Had landed and laid him low. Lord save us all from a fate like this When next to the links we go.
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# The Wrecker

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* The Wrecker, (1892) novel by Robert Louis Stevenson and Lloyd Osbourne
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# Translations from Camoens; and Other Poets, with Original Poetry/Genova mia, se con asciutto ciglio

PASTORINI.
Genova mia, se con asciutto ciglio.
IF thus thy fallen grandeur I behold, My native Genoa! with a tearless eye, Think not thy son's ungrateful heart is cold, But know—I deem rebellious every sigh!
Thy glorious ruins proudly I survey, Trophies of firm resolve, of patriot might! And in each trace of devastation's way, Thy worth, thy courage, meet my wandering sight.
Triumphs far less than suffering virtue shine! And on the spoilers high revenge is thine, While thy strong spirit unsubdued remains. And lo! fair Liberty rejoicing flies, To kiss each noble relic, while she cries, "Hail! though in ruins, thou wert ne'er in chains!"
# Translations from Camoens; and Other Poets, with Original Poetry/L'anima bella, che dal vero Eliso

IL MARCHESE CORNELIO BENTIVOGLIO.
L'anima bella, che dal vero Eliso.
THE sainted spirit, which from bliss on high Descends like dayspring to my favoured sight, Shines in such noontide radiance of the sky, Scarce do I know that form, intensely bright!
But with the sweetness of her well-known smile, That smile of peace! she bids my doubts depart, And takes my hand, and softly speaks the while, And heaven's full glory pictures to my heart.
Beams of that heaven in her my eyes behold, And now, e'en now, in thought my wings unfold, To soar with her, and mingle with the blest! But ah! so swift her buoyant pinion flies, That I, in vain aspiring to the skies, Fall to my native sphere, by earthly bonds deprest.
# Translations from Camoens; and Other Poets, with Original Poetry/Evening, amongst the Alps

EVENING, AMONGST THE ALPS.
SOFT skies of Italy! how richly drest, Smile these wild scenes in your purpureal glow! What glorious hues, reflected from the west, Float o'er the dwellings of eternal snow!
Yon torrent, foaming down the granite steep, Sparkles all brilliance in the setting beam; Dark glens beneath in shadowy beauty sleep, Where pipes the goatherd by his mountain-stream.
Now from yon peak departs the vivid ray, That still at eve its lofty temple knows; From rock and torrent fade the tints away, And all is wrapt in twilight's deep repose: While through the pine-wood gleams the vesper-star, And roves the Alpine gale o'er solitudes afar.
# Translations from Camoens; and Other Poets, with Original Poetry/Guerilla Song

GUERILLA SONG,
Founded on the story related of the Spanish Patriot, Mina.
OH! forget not the hour, when through forest and vale, We returned with our chief to his dear native halls; Through the woody Sierra there sighed not a gale, And the moonbeam was bright on his battlement-walls; And nature lay sleeping, in calmness and light, Round the home of the valiant, that rose on our sight.
We entered that home—all was loneliness round, The stillness, the darkness, the peace of the grave; Not a voice, not a step, bade its echoes resound, Ah! such was the welcome that waited the brave! For the spoilers had passed, like the poison-wind's breath, And the loved of his bosom lay silent in death.
Oh! forget not that hour—let its image be near, In the light of our mirth, in the dreams of our rest, Let its tale awake feelings too deep for a tear, And rouse into vengeance each arm and each breast, Till cloudless the dayspring of liberty shine O'er the plains of the olive, and hills of the vine.
# Translations from Camoens; and Other Poets, with Original Poetry/Grotte, d'ou sort ce clair ruisseau

CHAULIEU.
Grotte, d'ou sort ce clair ruisseau.
Thou grot, whence flows this limpid spring, Its margin fringed with moss and flowers, Still bid its voice of murmurs bring  Peace to my musing hours.
Sweet Fontenay! where first for me The dayspring of existence rose, Soon shall my dust return to thee,
 And midst my sires repose.
Muses, that watched my childhood's morn, Midst these wild haunts, with guardian eye, Fair trees, that here beheld me born,  Soon shall ye see me die.
# Translations from Camoens; and Other Poets, with Original Poetry/Invocation

INVOCATION.
HUSHED is the world in night and sleep,  Earth, Sea, and Air, are still as death;  Too rude to break a calm so deep,  Were music's faintest breath. Descend, bright Visions! from aerial bowers, Descend to gild your own soft, silent hours.
 In hope or fear, in toil or pain,  The weary day have mortals past,  Now, dreams of bliss, be yours to reign,  And all your spells around them cast; Steal from their hearts the pang, their eyes the tear, And lift the veil that hides a brighter sphere.
 Oh! bear your softest balm to those,  Who fondly, vainly, mourn the dead,  To them that world of peace disclose,  Where the bright soul is fled: Where Love, immortal in his native clime, Shall fear no pang from fate, no blight from time.
Or to his loved, his distant land,  On your light wings the exile bear;  To feel once more his heart expand,  In his own genial mountain-air; Hear the wild echoes well-known strains repeat, And bless each note, as heaven's own music, sweet.
 But oh! with Fancy's brightest ray,  Blest dreams! the bard's repose illume;  Bid forms of heaven around him play,  And bowers of Eden bloom! And waft his spirit to its native skies, Who finds no charm in life’s realities.
 No voice is on the air of night,  Through folded leaves no murmurs creep,  Nor star nor moonbeam's trembling light  Falls on the placid brow of sleep.
Descend, bright visions, from your airy bower, Dark, silent, solemn, is your favourite hour.
# Translations from Camoens; and Other Poets, with Original Poetry/Italia, Italia!

VINCENZO DA FILICAJA.
Italia, Italia! O tu cui diè la sorte.
ITALIA! thou, by lavish Nature graced With ill-starr'd beauty, which to thee hath been A fatal dowry, whose effects are traced In the deep sorrows graven on thy mien;
Oh! that more strength, or fewer charms were thine, That those might fear thee more, or love thee less, Who seem to worship at thy beauty's shrine, Then leave thee to the death-pang's bitterness
Not then the herds of Gaul would drain the tide Of that Eridanus thy blood hath dyed; Nor from the Alps would legions, still renew'd, Pour down; nor wouldst thou wield a foreign brand, Nor fight thy battles with the stranger's hand, Still doomed to serve, subduing or subdued!
# Translations from Camoens; and Other Poets, with Original Poetry/Leggiadra rosa, le cui pure foglie

METASTASIO.
Leggiadra rosa, le cui pure foglie.
SWEET rose! whose tender foliage to expand, Her fostering dews the morning lightly shed, Whilst gales of balmy breath thy blossoms fanned, And o'er thy leaves the soft suffusion spread;
That hand, whose care withdrew thee from the ground, To brighter worlds thy favoured charms hath borne; Thy fairest buds, with grace perennial crowned, There breathe and bloom, released from every thorn.
Thus, far removed, and now, transplanted flower! Exposed no more to blast or tempest rude, Sheltered with tenderest care from frost or shower, And each rough season's chill vicissitude, Now may thy form in bowers of peace assume Immortal fragrance, and unwithering bloom.
# Translations from Camoens; and Other Poets, with Original Poetry/Lines Written in a Hermitage on the Sea-Shore

ORIGINAL POETRY.
LINES
WRITTEN IN A HERMITAGE ON THE SEA-SHORE.
O WANDERER! would thy heart forget Each earthly passion and regret, And would thy wearied spirit rise To commune with its native skies; Pause for awhile, and deem it sweet To linger in this calm retreat;
Amidst wild scenes of lone magnificence.
Unmixed with aught of meaner tone, Here nature's voice is heard alone: When the loud storm, in wrathful hour, Is rushing on its wing of power, And spirits of the deep awake, And surges foam, and billows break, And rocks and ocean-caves around, Reverberate each awful sound;
To loftiest thought shall wake thy thrilling soul.
But when no more the sea-winds rave, When peace is brooding on the wave,
And from earth, air, and ocean rise No sounds but plaintive melodies; Soothed by their softly mingling swell, As daylight bids the world farewell, The rustling wood, the dying breeze, The faint, low rippling of the seas,
A gleam reflected from the realms of rest.
Is thine a heart the world hath stung, Friends have deceived, neglect hath wrung? Has thou some grief that none may know, Some lonely, secret, silent woe? Or have thy fond affections fled From earth, to slumber with the dead? Oh! pause awhile—the world disown, And dwell with nature's self alone! And though no more she bids arise Thy soul's departed energies, And though thy joy of life is o'er, Beyond her magic to restore;
And soothe the wounded heart they cannot heal.
# Translations from Camoens; and Other Poets, with Original Poetry/Madchen, lernet Amor kennen

GERMAN SONG.
Madchen, lernet Amor kennen.
LISTEN, fair maid, my song shall tell How Love may still be known full well,  His looks the traitor prove: Dost thou not see that absent smile, That fiery glance replete with guile?  Oh! doubt not then—'tis Love.
When varying still the sly disguise, Child of caprice, he laughs and cries,  Or with complaint would move; To day is bold, to-morrow shy, Changing each hour, he knows not why,  Oh! doubt not then—'tis Love.
There's magic in his every wile, His lips, well practised to beguile,  Breathe roses when they move; See, now with sudden rage he burns, Disdains, implores, commands, by turns;  Oh! doubt not then—'tis Love.
He comes, without the bow and dart, That spare not e'en the purest heart;  His looks the traitor prove; That glance is fire, that mien is guile, Deceit is lurking in that smile,  Oh! trust him not—'tis Love!
# The great commentary of Cornelius à Lapide/Volume 2

THE
GREAT COMMENTARY
OF
CORNELIUS À LAPIDE
TRANSLATED BY
THOMAS W MOSSMAN, B. A.,
RECTOR OF TORRINGTON, LINCOLNSHIRE
ASSISTED BY VARIOUS SCHOLARS
בִּי־קִבְאַה
S. MATTHEW'S GOSPEL.— CHAPS. X TO XXI
FOURTH EDITION
EDINBURGH: JOHN GRANT
31 GEORGE IV. BRIDGE
1908
* Preface
* Chapter 10
* Chapter 11
* Chapter 12
* Chapter 13
* Chapter 14
* Chapter 15
* Chapter 16
* Chapter 17
* Chapter 18
* Chapter 19
* Chapter 20
* Chapter 21
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# To Autumn (Blake)

Versions a of poem by William Blake, originally published in Poetical Sketches, 1783. For similar titles see To Autumn
* To Autumn in Poetical sketches by William Blake now first reprinted from the original edition of 1783, 1868. London: Basil Montagu Pickering Edited by R H Shepherd
* To Autumn, D G Rossetti, ed., 1880. Life of William Blake, Volume 2 (selections). London: Macmillan & Co. p. 9
* To Autumn, J Sampson, ed., (variorum reading, notes and preface), 1905 The poetical works of William Blake; a new and verbatim text from the manuscript engraved and letterpress originals, Oxford. 'Poems from the Poetical Sketches' p. 6.
# To Any Reader

* "To Any Reader" in A Child's Garden of Verses (1885)
* "To Any Reader" in The Works of Robert Louis Stevenson (Vailima ed.) Volume 8 (1922)
# To Autumn (Keats)

written in 1819, published 1820
* "To Autumn", in The Poetical Works of John Keats (1884)
* "To Autumn", in The complete poetical works and letters of John Keats (1899), edited by Horace Elisha Scudder
* "To Autumn", in Keats; poems published in 1820 (1909), edited by Margaret Robertson
* "To Autumn", in Oxford Book of English Verse 1250-1900 (1919), edited by Arthur Quiller-Couch
# To Autumn

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* To Autumn, a poem by Felicia Hemans, as Felicia Dorothea Browne, 1808.
* To Autumn, a poem by John Keats
* To Autumn, a poem by William Blake
# To Arms

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* To Arms, speech by Giuseppe Garibaldi, 1860
* "To Arms!", WW1 poster by the Industrial Workers of the World, 1916
# To Any Poet

* Meynell, Alice (1875), as "To a Poet" in Preludes.
* Meynell, Alice (1921), "To Any Poet" in Poems.
# To Arms! (Industrial Workers of the World)

To Arms!
Capitalists, Parsons, Politicians, Landlords, Newspaper Editors and Other Stay-At-Home Patriots.
your country needs
YOU
in the trenches!!
WORKERS
Follow your Masters
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# To Anthea

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* "To Anthea" by Robert Herrick (Ah, my Anthea! Must my heart still break?)
* "To Anthea" by Robert Herrick (Anthea, I am going hence)
* "To Anthea" by Robert Herrick (Come, Anthea, know thou this)
* "To Anthea" by Robert Herrick (If, dear Anthea, my hard fate it be)
* "To Anthea" by Robert Herrick (Let's call for Hymen, if agreed thou art)
* "To Anthea" by Robert Herrick (Now is the time, when all the lights wax dim)
* "To Anthea" by Robert Herrick (Sick is Anthea, sickly is the spring)

### Similar

* "To Anthea Lying in Bed" by Robert Herrick
* "To Anthea, Who May Command Him Anything" by Robert Herrick
# Twice-Told Tales (1851)

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# There was an old woman sold puddings and pies

English ballad and nursery rhyme (Roud 9212)
* "The Old Pudding-pye Woman set forth in her colours, &c.", broadside (1670s)
* "An Old Woman sold Pudding" in Tommy Thumb's Pretty Song Book by Nurse Lovechild (1744)
# Theresa

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Theresa by Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.)
From Heath’s Book of Beauty, 1833 Compiled by Peter J. Bolton
# There was an old woman lived under a hill

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* "There was an old woman lived under a hill, And if she's not gone, &c."
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* "There was an old woman lived under a hill, She put a mouse into a bag, &c."
# There was an old woman lived under a hill, She put a mouse into a bag, &c.

Nursery rhyme, beginning "There was an old woman lived under a hill, She put a mouse into a bag and sent it to the mill." It has a Roud Folk Song Index number of 1613.
# There was never a Queen like Balkis

First published in 1902 as part of "Just So Stories", where it appears after, not part of, 'The Butterfly that Stamped'. Kipling does not give the poem a title—it seems that 'True Royalty' was concocted as a title for the 'Poems That Every Child Should Know' anthology, a work which invents its own titles for a number of poems (or extracts therefrom).
* "There was never a Queen like Balkis", in Just So Stories (1912)
* "True Royalty", in Poems That Every Child Should Know (1904), edited by Mary Elizabeth Burt
# There was an old woman lived under a hill, And if she's not gone, &c.

Nursery rhyme, beginning "There was an old woman lived under a hill, And if she's not gone she lives there still." It is listed in the Roud Folk Song Index under numbers 1613, 19682, and 22154. It may be related to the folk song "The Trooper Watering His Nag".
* "The Old Woman" in Tommy Thumb's Pretty Song Book by Nurse Lovechild (1744)
* "There was an old woman lived under a hill" in A Book of Nursery Songs and Rhymes by Sabine Baring-Gould (1895)
* "There was an old woman in A Book of Nursery Rhymes by Charles Welsh (1901)
* "The Old Woman Under a Hill" in The Real Mother Goose by Blanche Fisher Wright (1916)
# Tombigbee Railroad Company v. Kneeland/Opinion of the Court

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United States Supreme Court
45 U.S. 16
Tombigbee Railroad Company v. Kneeland
The only question arising on this record is, whether, by the laws of Alabama, a contract made in that State by the agents of a corporation created by the law of another State is valid. This point was fully considered and decided in the case of the Bank of Augusta v. Earle, 13 Pet. 519, and cannot now be considered as open for argument in this court. The principles decided in that case must govern this; and the judgment of the District Court is therefore reversed, with costs.

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# Tomb

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* The Tomb, a short story by Howard Phillips Lovecraft
* The Tomb, a poem by Lydia Huntley Sigourney
# Tomkins v. Missouri

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323 U.S. 485
Tomkins v. Missouri
Argued: Dec. 12, 1944. --- Decided: Jan 8, 1945
Mr. John Raeburn Green, of St. Louis, Mo., for petitioner.
Mr. Robert J. Flanagan, of St. Louis, Mo., for respondents.
Mr. Justice DOUGLAS delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Tomich v. Union Trust Company/Opinion of the Court

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United States Supreme Court
278 U.S. 664
Tomich v. Union Trust Company
Mr. John A. Shelton, of Butte, Mont., for appellants.
Dismissed with costs pursuant to paragraph 2 of rule 13.

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# Tomich v. Union Trust Company

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278 U.S. 664
Tomich v. Union Trust Company

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