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# Landon in The Literary Gazette 1826/Life

Literary Gazette, 20th May, 1826, Page 316
LIFE.
It is in vain— The heart must struggle with its destiny.
Alas! the idols which its faith sets up—
They are Chaldean ones, half gold, half clay.
We trust, we are deceived—we hope, we fear,
Alike without foundation: day by day,
Some new illusion vanishes, and Life
Gets cold and colder on towards its close—
Just like the years which make it: some are check'd
By sudden blights in spring; some are dried up
By fiery summers; others waste away
In calm monotony of quiet skies,
And peradventure these may be the best—
They know no hurricanes, no floods that burst
As the destroying angel rode each wave;
But then they have no ruby fruits, no flowers
Shining in purple, and no lighted mines
Of gold and diamond. Which is the best,
Beauty and glory in a passionate clime,
Mingled with thunder, tempest;—or the calm
Of skies that scarcely change—which, at the least,
If much of shine they have not, have no storms?
I know not which is best: but I do know
Which I would choose; give me the earth, the sky,
Of even, self-consuming loveliness—
Though the too radiant sun and fertile soil,
In their luxuriance, run themselves to waste,
And the green valley and the silver stream
Become a sandy desert. Oh! the heart
Too passionate in lighted energies
May read its fate in sunny Araby—
How every Eastern tale recalls its beauty,
Its growth of spices, and its groves of balm.
It is exhausted—and what is it now?
A wild and burning wilderness—Alas!
For the similitude!L. E. L.
# Landon in The Literary Gazette 1826/Milleroye

Literary Gazette, 4th February, 1826, Page 77
FROM THE FRENCH OF MILLEROYE.
The breath is failing on my lips,
 The light is fading from my eye!
My summons hath gone forth in spring—
 I know that I must die.
Fall, fall to earth, ye fragile leaves.
 And hide from my lone mother's sorrow
The last and lowly dwelling-place
 Where I shall be to-morrow!
But should the fading twilight bring
 Mine own dear maiden here to weep,
I cannot lose such precious tears—
 Wake my soul from its sleep.—
His low voice fail'd—the morrow came—
 But not to him—and strangers made,
Amid the fallen leaves, his grave,
 Beneath the oak tree's shade.
The twilight darken'd, and the winds
 Pined like a dirge upon the air;
Like tears the leaves fell from the boughs,—
 But never came his false love there.
IOLE.
# Les Misérables/Volume 3/Book Fifth

Chapters:
* Chapter 1: Marius Indigent
* Chapter 2: Marius Poor
* Chapter 3: Marius Grown Up
* Chapter 4: M. Mabeuf
* Chapter 5: Poverty a Good Neighbor for Misery
* Chapter 6: The Substitute
# Ireland v. Woods

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United States Supreme Court
246 U.S. 323
Ireland v. Woods
Argued: March 6, 1918. --- Decided: March 18, 1918
Mr. George W. Wickersham, of New York City, for plaintiff in error.
Mr. Robert S. Johnstone, of New York City, for defendant in error.
Mr. Justice McKENNA delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Iraq is sovereign

U.S. President George W. Bush received this note from his national security adviser, Condoleezza Rice, at the NATO Summit in Istanbul, June 28 2004, notifying him that the sovereignty in Iraq had been handed over from the U.S. administration to the Iraqi provisional government. "Let freedom reign" he wrote on it.
​Mr President,
Iraq is sovereign. Letter was passed from Bremer at 10:26 AM Iraq Time —
             Condi
Let Freedom Reign!
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# Ireland (Lanier)

Sidney Lanier composed this poem for the Art Autograph during the Irish Famine, 1880.
Heartsome Ireland, winsome Ireland,  Charmer of the sun and sea, Bright beguiler of old anguish,  How could Famine frown on thee?
As our Gulf-Stream, drawn to thee-ward,  Turns him from his northward flow, And our wintry western headlands  Send thee summer from their snow,
Thus the main and cordial current  Of our love sets over sea, — Tender, comely, valiant Ireland, Songful, soulful, sorrowful Ireland, —  Streaming warm to comfort thee.
# Ireland

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* Ireland, a poem by Sidney Lanier
* Ireland, a poem by Francis Ledwidge
* Ireland, a poem by Dora Sigerson Shorter
* "Ireland," in Encyclopædia Britannica (11th ed., 1911)
* "Ireland," in The World Factbook, (ed.) by CIA (1982)

## See also

* Portal:Ireland
# Joan of Arc (Southey)

JOAN of ARC,
AN
EPIC POEM,
BY
ROBERT SOUTHEY.
ΕΙΣ ΟΙΩΝΟΣ ΑΡΙΣΤΟΣ ΑΜΥΝΕΣΘΑΙ ΠΕΡΙ ΠΑΤΡΗΣ. ΟΜΗΡΟΣ.
BRISTOL:
PRINTED BY BULGIN AND ROSSER, FOR JOSEPH COTTLE, BRISTOL, AND CADELL AND DAVIES, AND G. G. AND J. ROBINSON, LONDON. M.DCC.XCVI.
page
* Preface
* Book the First
* Book the Second
* Book the Third
* Book the Fourth
* Book the Fifth
* Book the Sixth
* Book the Seventh
* Book the Eighth
* Book the Ninth
* Book the Tenth
* Errata
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# Joan of Arc

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## Fiction

* Personal Recollections of Joan of Arc (1896) by Mark Twain

## Poems

* Joan of Arc by Florence Earle Coates
* Joan of Arc, in Rheims (1826), by Felicia Hemans
* Joan of Arc: An Epic Poem (1796), by Robert Southey

## Reference

* Joan of Arc, a biography by Hilaire Belloc
* Jeanne D'Arc: her life and death, by Margaret Oliphant (1896)
* "Joan of Arc," by John Henry Haaren in Famous Men of the Middle Ages (1904)
* "St. Joan of Arc," in Catholic Encyclopedia, (ed.) by Charles G. Herbermann and others, New York: The Encyclopaedia Press (1913)
* "Joan of Arc," in Encyclopædia Britannica (11th ed., 1911)

## See also

* Joan of Arc
# Joan of Arc, in Rheims

* Joan of Arc, in Rheims, in The New Monthly Magazine Volume 17, 1826.
* Joan of Arc, in Rheims, in Records of Woman: with Other Poems (Records of Woman), 1828.
# Joan of Arc (Southey)/Book 10

JOAN of ARC.
BOOK THE TENTH.
ARGUMENT.
Transactions of the French at Orleans. Arrivals of Du Chastel and Richemont. The English meet their expected succours. Battle of Patay. The King arrives. The Poem concludes with the Coronation of Charles at Rheims.
JOAN of ARC.
BOOK THE TENTH.
King of France! Protect the lowly, feed the hungry ones, And be the Orphan's father! thus shalt thou740 Become the Representative of Heaven, And Gratitude and Love establish thus Thy reign. Believe me, King! that hireling guards, Tho' flesh'd in slaughter, would be weak to save A tyrant on the blood-cemented Throne745 That totters underneath him." Thus the Maid Redeem'd her country. Ever may the All-Just Give to the arms of Freedom such success.
FINIS.
* ↑ Line 265. "She sternly shook her dewy locks, and brake "A melancholy smile."Quarles.
* ↑ Line 518. This inscription was upon the sword of Talbot.—"Sum Talboti pro vincere inimicos suos."
# Joan of Arc (Coates)

"Her spirit is to France a living spring"
* Coates, Florence Earle (1904), "Joan of Arc" in Mine and Thine (1904).
* Coates, Florence Earle (1916), "Joan of Arc" in Poems I.

## See also

Other poems about Joan of Arc written by Mrs. Coates:
* Blessèd
* Rouen: In the Prison of Joan of Arc
* Rheims (makes reference to Joan of Arc: "Clothed in white armor a loved wraith shall come...")
# Joan Sanderson

* "Joan Sanderson" in The Dancing Master (1686)
* "Joan Sanderson" in "The Cushion Dance", The Ballad Literature and Popular Music of the Olden Time (1855)
# Last Eve

“Last eve as I leaned from my lattice, looked out at the night…”
* Shorter, Dora Sigerson (1893), "Last Eve" in Verses
* Shorter, Dora Sigerson (1907), "Last Eve" in The Collected Poems of Dora Sigerson Shorter
# Last Lines (Anne Brontë)

From Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell (1846)
I have given the last memento of my sister Emily; this is the last of my sister Anne:
I hoped, that with the brave and strong, My portioned task might lie; To toil amid the busy throng, With purpose pure and high.
But God has fixed another part, And He has fixed it well; I said so with my bleeding heart, When first the anguish fell.
Thou, God, hast taken our delight, Our treasured hope away: Thou bid'st us now weep through the night And sorrow through the day.
These weary hours will not be lost, These days of misery, These nights of darkness, anguish-tost, Can I but turn to Thee.
With secret labour to sustain In humble patience every blow; To gather fortitude from pain, And hope and holiness from woe.
Thus let me serve Thee from my heart, Whate'er may be my written fate: Whether thus early to depart, Or yet a while to wait.
If Thou shouldst bring me back to life, More humbled I should be; More wise — more strengthened for the strife — More apt to lean on Thee.
Should death be standing at the gate, Thus should I keep my vow: But, Lord! whatever be my fate, Oh, let me serve Thee now!
These lines written, the desk was closed, the pen laid aside — forever.
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# Last Lines

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* Last Lines, a poem by Anne Brontë (I hoped, that with the brave and strong)
* Last Lines, a poem by R. W. Sterling (Ah! Hate like this would freeze our human tears)
# Lassiter v. United States

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United States Supreme Court
371 U.S. 10
Lassiter v. United States
Jack P. F. Gremillion, Atty. Gen. of Louisiana, George Ponder and William P. Schuler, Asst. Attys. Gen., and Albin P. Lassiter, for appellants.
Solicitor General Cox, Assistant Attorney General Marshall, Howard A. Glickstein and Bernard A. Gould, for the United States and others.
PER CURIAM.

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# Lassiter v. United States/Opinion of the Court

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United States Supreme Court
371 U.S. 10
Lassiter v. United States
The motion to affirm is granted and the judgment is affirmed.
Mr. Justice WHITE and Mr. Justice GOLDBERG took no part in the consideration or decision of this case.

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# Last Love

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* Last Love (Tyutchev), a poem by Fyodor Tyutchev
* Last Love (Flecker), a poem by James Elroy Flecker
# Jamaica Anansi Stories/Why Tumble-bug Rolls in the Dung

Deh was Mr. Anansi and Tumble-bug. Deh was a young lady, was de king daughter. Her fader said who come wid a jar of money will get dat young lady to marry. Tumble-bug get a jar of money. Anansi get a jar an' couldn't get no money to put in it, get some cow dung an' some horse dung fill up de jar. And after dem was going up to de young lady, dem ketch to a shop. And de two jar favor one anodder. An' Anansi said, "Brar Tumble-bug, let we go in de shop go get a drink." An' Anansi said, "Mus' buy a bread come," an' as he come out, him tak up Tumble-bug jar and let' fe him jar. An' Tumble-bug tak up Anansi jar. And when dem go up to de young lady in de king yard, Anansi said, "Massa, mus' bring a clean sheet go t'row out money out of jar!" An' he t'row out money--wa-a-a-a-a! An' as Tumble-bug t'row, him t'row out horse-dung an' cow-dung.
Anansi said, "Tak it up, tak it up, tak it up, you nasty fellow, carry out de missis yard!" Dat is why you see Tumble-bug roll in filth to-day to-day.[1]
[1. The repetition is distributive and means "until to-day."]
# Jamaica Anansi Stories/Turtle's Escape

Turtle fool Anansi one day. Anansi go out one day an' him catch one turtle,--quite glad of de turtle! So when he go home, Turtle know Anansi gwine eat him an' said to Anansi, "Brat Anansi, you know me fat? When you put me on, as de water boil up you tak me off, 'cause fat will mash." So when de water get warm, him blow him nose mak de water boil up. Anansi get frightened, said de turtle wi' mash! So he lay him down at de pan-side let de fat cool so him no mash, Turtle run away in de pond. Anansi lose him dinner.
# Jamaica Anansi Stories/Why Rocks at the River are Covered with Moss

Anansi was gwine out one day an' he stop a ribber-side a-eatin'. A rock-stone beg him, an' wouldn't gi' him none. After eat done, wan' to get up; rock-stone hol' him an' he couldn't get up. An' began to bawl. A man was coming pas' same time an' ask him, "Bredder Anansi, who been a cry heah?" Anansi said, "Don' know!" An' de man go inside de bush, go hide. Anansi holla, an' he come out an' he catch him by his two han' an' draw him right tip. Half a him 'kin lef' on de stone. Moss a grow upon rock-stone a ribber-side, Anansi skin a grow deah.
# Jamaica Anansi Stories/Tumble-bug and Anansi

Anansi and Tumble-bug took a job once. After they got their pay Anansi said to Tumble-bug, "We mus' buy something so as to have a good feed." They bought a bunch of plantain and a keg of butter.
They commence to eat. Anansi dip, Tumble-bug dip. Anansi said, "No, my Tumble-bug, when I go 'pluck-um', you mus' go 'tip'!" However, Tumble-bug dip all the same. Anansi got vex an' box him. Tumble-bug fawn dead. Anansi get frightened, said, "Hi! Tumble-bug, the least bit of fun I make with you, you dead?" Tumble-bug never shake. Anansi run, leave the butter an' the plantain an' everything, take to the woods for it. Tumble-bug wake up an' eat up the plantain an' the butter. After that he fly away after Anansi now.
When he got in the woods near where Anansi was, he hid himself against a tree give a sound like a man cutting. Anansi sing out, "Who are you?" Tumble-bug said, "Gentleman servant cutting bread-nut fo' gentleman horse." Say, "Hear any news?"--"Yes."--"What you hear?"--"Anansi kill Tumble-bug,--life for life!" Anansi start running an' Tumble-bug after him. He run out to a place call 'Dead man country', get among the dry trash, and that's where he live ever since.
[1. A soiled garment should never be left about lest it be used by the sorcerer to bewitch the owner. Burning such a garment produces a skin disease exactly like a burn, according to the common belief.]
# Jamaica Anansi Stories/Why Dog is always Looking

Anansi and Dog were friends. They wanted to go into cultivation, so both of them went out in search of good lands to rent. They came across a nice bit of land. Anansi fell in love with the spot; Dog fell in love with the spot too. Anansi said to Dog he remembered when he was a little boy his father planted yams on that very spot of land,--"An' the yams did bear." Dog said, "How they bear big?" Anansi said, "Brar Dog, they bear big, they bear big like me leg!" (Anansi's leg is jus' like a thread!) Brar Dog say, "Before I work an' plant yam, an' the yam not bigger than you. leg, I sooner walk round an' look!" That's the reason why, when you're eating, a dog 'sure to be looking at you.
# Jamaica Anansi Stories/Why Ground-dove Complains

Tiger planting corn, and birds and everyt'ing destroying de corn, so him get Dove to help him fe watch who is destroying de corn. So after dey sit up de whole night fo' to watch de corn, next day Tiger him go sleep. Bredder Dove go back in de day now and destroy de corn. So de nex' day, Tiger went in de day and dodge in de ground. Bredder Dove have a gang, an' Tiger were slap him on de ears and he sing out, "Me ears! me ears! me ears!" An' from dat day to dis de dove singing, "Me ears!"
# Jamaica Anansi Stories/Why Hog is always Grunting

Brar Hog and Brar Dog live close by river-side, so Brar Dog said to Brar Hog, "Come! we get a bathe!" Brar Hog said yes, so Brar Hog took off his mout' and Brar Dog an' Brar Hog jump in the water. Brar Dog said to Brar Hog, "Come! let us see who can dive longer than the other." So two of them dive underneath the water. Brar Dog come up, jump out of the water, take Brar Hog mout' and went away with it. When Brar Hog come out of the water, searching for his mout' and couldn't fin' it, an' said, "Humph! Brar Dog tak a me mout'!" That's why Brar Hog always grunting.
# Jamaica Anansi Stories/Why John-crow has a Bald Head

Anansi always has a grudge wid John-crow; he say whenever he make his nest, de Crow fly on it an' catch it up an' he never can make his nest, so he have a hatred for Crow. He say he was going to married and he was going to invite no one but Crow. An' he have a big dinner an' no one was at de table but Crow. So after de eat an' drink done, he said he was going to have a baptism but he don't baptize wid not'ing but boiling water. So after de water's boiling, he took it off an' order Crow to sit round de copper an' so he dip ev'ry one head into de water, an' dat why Crow have bald-head to-day.
Anansi and John Crow had a ball one night, so dey fin' dinner de night fe all de dancer. John Crow a great 'tepper, can 'tep better'n Anansi. So as Anansi fin' John Crow can dance neater dan him, he get bex. So after de dinner de pop was hot, so he said to John Crow him mus' dance up to de pop. So jus' to get rid of John Crow de night, he got a ladle an' dash on John Crow wid de hot pop right up on de head, an' all John Crow head 'trip off. All de John Crow in dis worl' never have ne feder upon i' head heah; Anansi bu'n 'em off wid hot pop.
# Laughter; an Essay on the Meaning of the Comic/Translators' Preface

This work, by Professor Bergson, has been revised in detail by the author himself, and the present translation is the only authorised one. For this ungrudging labour of revision, for the thoroughness with which it has been carried out, and for personal sympathy in many a difficulty of word and phrase, we desire to offer our grateful acknowledgment to Professor Bergson.
It may be pointed out that the essay on Laughter originally appeared in a series of three articles in one of the leading magazines in France, the Revue de Paris. This will account for the relatively simple form of the work and the comparative absence of technical terms. It will also explain why the author has confined himself to exposing and illustrating his novel theory of the comic without entering into a detailed discussion of other explanations ​already in the field. He none the less indicates, when discussing sundry examples, why the principal theories, to which they have given rise, appear to him inadequate. To quote only a few, one may mention those based on contrast, exaggeration, and degradation.
The book has been highly successful in France, where it is in its seventh edition. It has been translated into Russian, Polish, and Swedish. German and Hungarian translations are under preparation. Its success is due partly to the novelty of the explanation offered of the comic, and partly also to the fact that the author incidentally discusses questions of still greater interest and importance. Thus, one of the best known and most frequently quoted passages of the book is that portion of the last chapter (pages 150–163) in which the author outlines a general theory of art.
C. B. F. R.
# Kentshire tragedy, or, The constant lovers overthrow/The hogg's tub

THE HOGG'S TUB
ONCE I courted as bonny a lass, as ever my eyes did see, But now she is so saucy grown, she cares not a fig for me; She invited me home to her own house, she told me I ne'er should be poor, Then she tumbl'd me into the hogg's tub, I'll ne'er go there any more. Chor. The hogg's tub, the pickling tub, and the tub behind the door; She tumbled me into the hogg's tub, and I'll never go there any more.
Had I sunk unto the bottom, as I swam round the brim, I surely had been drowned, and ne'er more had been seen. But there came by an old friend of mine, an old friend that I knew before, He hauled me out of the hogg's tub I'll never go there any more.The, &c.
​Then I took my love by the lily white hand, saying. Madam, can you dance? And there came by an old fidler, that play'd us a tune by chance; There's the Black-smith, and the Whitesmith, and the Gun-smith, I can tell, So merrily round the hogg's tub, we danc'd exceeding well.The, &c.
Some says kissing is a great sin, but I do not say so; For kissing did the world begin, some thousand years ago; For Adam kiss'd old Eve his wife, and she by him bore a son, So kissing did the world begin, and I hope it ne'er will be done. The &c.
O if kissing was not lawful, Lawyers would not use it, And if it was not gospel. the Parson would refuse it: And if it was not a dainty dish, the Ladies would not crave it, And if it was hot sweet like wine, bonny Lasses ne'er would have it.
CHORUS.
The hogg's tub, the pickling tub, and the tub behind the door; She tumbl'd me into the hogg's tub, and I’ll ne'er go there any more.
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# Kentshire tragedy, or, The constant lovers overthrow/The ploughman's love to the farmer's daughter

The PLOUGHMAN'S LOVE to the FARMER'S DAUGHTER.
WHEN first a-courting I did go, I lov'd a fair maid as my life, I often told her I did her love, I did her love, but I never could gain her for my wife.
I serv'd her father winters seven, from rising sun till nine at night, Duly and truly as my life, as my life, but I ne'er could gain my heart’s delight.
I told her father secretly, his daughter I did daily prize, He lock'd her up in a room so high, in, &c. then first began my miseries.
I went to my love's chamber door, where oft-times I had been before. For to let her know and understand, and &c. I was going to some foreign shore.
On shipboard I then went straightaway, and sailed for fair Flander's shore; I little thought what should me befal, I &c. that I ne'er should see my love more.
When to fair Flanders I did come, no rest nor comfort could I find, Tho' I did it and with glass in hand, glass, &c. still my true love ran in my mind,
​I took a pistol in my hand; and charged it couragiously, I shot a ball into fair England, into fair. &c. where I thought my true love might be.
When to fair England I return'd, I met her father in the street, My daughter dear is dead, said he, dead, &c. all for the sake of loving thee.
I went to my love's chamber door, where oft-times, I had been before. There sprung a light from my love’s clothes, just like the morning sun when rose.
All young men who a courting go, who never made the bells to ring, Go no more into shady groves, into shady &c. for to hear the sweet nightingale sing.
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