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# Maryland, my Maryland, and other poems/On the Rampart

ON THE RAMPART
On Sumter’s rampart, that sweet eve, I heard the vesper bugle play In chorus with the ocean’s heave, All in the golden prime of May.
On either side, the level lands Swam seaward gray and serpentine; The billows burst in corsair bands Against their shield of rock and pine.
Aloof, beyond the sullen bar Crouching, the black armada rides— Afront the vulture ships of war, Brooded the giant Ironsides.
The fortress guns scowled from their lair Along the sentry’s bristling beat; While on the sultry wave, aglare, Back frowned the gaunt and baffled fleet.
Above her, in the glittering day, The white-winged banner’s battle stars. Crisping the bosom of the bay, Bold Moultrie stands with all her scars;
Amid the island, in repose, The casual breeze at last grew still; And, through the haze of twilight, rose The tower of Secessionville.
The patient moon clomb up the sky Forever on the sun god’s trail— The saddest, loveliest thing on high, And like Oenone’s passion pale.
The signal fires wink through the dark Aleft and right, as rays may reach Around the red and feverish arc Of muffled batteries on the beach.
A hallowed radiance, calm and grave, Gilded the city’s storied spires, Where watch the beautiful and brave, Where sleep the Carolinian sires.
On Sumter’s rampart, that sweet night, Leaning beside the shattered wall, Thy gentle face, so fair and bright, Kept me, dear love, within thy thrall.
I turned from wrecks of storm and strife To thee— within some distant home; I felt that all my fate and life Were thine, wherever I must roam.
A glory has come o’er my days In dreaming noblest dreams of thee; Beyond the rampart, how my gaze Went proudly o’er the Southern sea!
And dreams like mine can still defy Even the tempest of distrust; I know that they shall never die Because they are not of the dust.
Dear love! though dreams may wither here, They are upgathered from the sod, And we shall see them reappear In the long summer time of God!
# Maryland, my Maryland, and other poems/Night and Day

NIGHT AND DAY
Night above and night below— Into the night you saw me go, With the midnight of my woe.
Had I never sought your side, You had never stung my pride; Then my faith had never died.
I was made to think you dear— Madder far to kiss the spear— Maddest, that I lingered here.
Welcome back, good pilgrim’s staff! Truth is wind, and Love is chaff— Both are winnowed by a laugh.
Hola ho; I will depart Though seditious tear-drops start— Though each foot-fall stabs my heart!
Sink or swim I’ll tempt the stream; In your eye’s repellant beam Tombing what I dared to dream.
Day above and day below— Into the day you’ll see me go, With the day-break stars—heigho.
# Maryland, my Maryland, and other poems/Malison

MALISON
I promised no reproach, Elise, Though all thy flimsy vows were fickle; My slender-necked anemones Have perished by thy crafty sickle; Well! let them go, though soiled and stolen, And headless, too, as Anna Boleyn— Ay, let them go, though debonnair With hazel, poppy-perfumed hair. I’ll not reproach, Elise, but I Will make my malediction lie Upon thee, feathery as a sigh; Till from abysmal peaks of woe My curse shall shroud thee with its snow;
Softly upon the forehead fair, Crisping the poppy-perfumed hair, Its winnowing ice-birds lilt and go,— But no reproach, Elise, oh no— Only the rustle of the snow! ’Twill skim thy throat not rude or redly— Its dapper feet, Slippered with sleet, Shall into thy bonnet and bossom retreat With a stinging like snow, Which is woe— Only my curse, my curse you know! Not rude or redly— Nothing but snow! As shy—as smooth—as cool—as slow— As deadly.
# Maryland, my Maryland, and other poems/Marathon

MARATHON
Written at the Age of Eighteen
Stern Marathon! the mountains view thee yet; Thy monarch plain with dew eternal’s wet! Each blade of grass that feathers from thy green Bears the bright impress of a hallowed mien. Shoot to the sky their cloud-defiant crest The bristling rocks, with climbing vines caressed; Cradle the King-bird in his eyrie home, When down he darts from heaven’s starry dome; Stand the bold sentries of the holy vast; Hurl from their thrones the thunder-throated blast; Sigh o’er the graves of valorous renown; Then lordly smile whilst gazing grandly down— Tomb of the Brave! thy echo sways the breeze, Before thy name all mimic grandeur flees, Before thy fame the world is thrilled with awe, Time has no tooth—Oblivion rends its maw! Those martyr forms whom ages cannot quell Haunt the grey sod whereon they grap’ling fell— Call from the dust the Persian’s fiery host, And lo! what tumult stirs each gibbering ghost! Thus when the lurid bolt is whirled along, These grim old foes are mingled once again:
When the hoarse thunder bellows from the sky, And dusky pinions storm the cliffs on high; When the big rain comes rattling from the clouds Starting the dead in myriads from their shrouds— Amid the clangor of their dread refrain These grim old foes are mingled once again: The dark Plateau in the tide of war, The comely Median in his battered car, The bright Athenian dealing death and fear, The Persian tottering on his shivered spear— The cloven helmet and the ghastly blow, The crimson scimetar, the stringless bow— They smite their shields, they form, prepare, advance: Sword splinters sword, lance crashes against lance— Away! the golden lamp swings forth once more And all is mute upon that dreamy shore!
The living hills are marble for the dead, Their burial ground is where they fought and bled, Their epitaph is centred in a breath— “The dying freeman yields not quite to death!” Their deeds are chanted by the choral surge, That holiest Harper of undying dirge! Each frolic wave that pillows on the plain Murmurs a praise surpassing mortal strain, For those who perished there—but not in vain!
# Maryland, my Maryland, and other poems/Maryland, My Maryland

Oliver Wendell Holmes once said of Maryland, My Marland: “My only regret is that I could not do for Massachusetts what Randall did for Maryland”
MARYLAND, MY MARYLAND
The despot's heel is on thy shore, Maryland! His touch is at thy temple door, Maryland! Avenge the patriotic gore That flecked the streets of Baltimore, And be the battle queen of yore, Maryland! My Maryland!
Hark to a wand'ring son's appeal, Maryland! My mother State! to thee I kneel, Maryland! For life and death, for woe and weal, Thy peerless chivalry reveal, And gird thy beauteous limbs with steel, Maryland! My Maryland!
Thou wilt not cower in the dust, Maryland! Thy beaming sword shall never rust, Maryland! Remember Carroll's sacred trust, Remember Howard’s warlike thrust,— And all thy slumberers with the just, Maryland! My Maryland!
Come! 'tis the red dawn of the day, Maryland! Come with thy panoplied array, Maryland! With Ringgold's spirit for the fray, With Watson's blood at Monterey, With fearless Lowe and dashing May, Maryland! My Maryland!
Come! for thy shield is bright and strong, Maryland! Come! for thy dalliance does thee wrong, Maryland! Come to thine own heroic throng, That stalks with liberty along, And gives a new Key to thy song, Maryland! My Maryland!
Dear Mother! burst the tyrant's chain, Maryland! Virginia should not call in vain, Maryland! She meets her sisters on the plain— "Sic semper!" 'tis the proud refrain That baffles minions back again, Maryland! My Maryland!
I see the blush upon thy cheek, Maryland! But thou wast ever bravely meek, Maryland! But lo! there surges forth a shriek From hill to hill, from creek to creek— Potomac calls to Chesapeake, Maryland! My Maryland!
Thou wilt not yield the Vandal toll, Maryland! Thou wilt not crook to his control, Maryland! Better the fire upon thee roll, Better the blade, the shot, the bowl, Than crucifixion of the soul, Maryland! My Maryland!
I hear the distant thunder hum, Maryland! The Old Line's bugle, fife, and drum, Maryland! She is not dead, nor deaf, nor dumb— Huzza! she spurns the Northern scum! She breathes! she burns! she'll come! she'll come! Maryland! My Maryland!
# Maryland, my Maryland, and other poems/My Bonny Kate

MY BONNY KATE!
The sultry sun with angry eye, Gleams from the lurid summer sky, Through all the veins of red July, My bonny Kate! So, very sad and very lone, I sit beside the window stone Musing on months forever flown, My bonny Kate!
This very day, one year ago, I roamed where Charleston fronts the foe, And loved, but did not tell you so, It was my fate. But soon I sought your eager eyes And answered all their glad surprise With love that falters not nor dies, My bonny Kate!
You must remember times so bright When every pulse thrilled through with light, Watching the sweet morn’s silver flight, My bonny Kate! That evening in the country town, The morning ride, up hill and down, The spring, where Eros won his crown, My bonny Kate!
We parted, ’twas the first sharp pain, We met and parted once again— It seemed as though our love were vain, So long to wait! I strove to bring the world to bay, From early dawn to twilight grey. The promised land loomed far away, My bonny Kate!
Thus garnered, in that sacred past, My love has grown superb and vast, Each day sublimer than the last, My bonny Kate! My heart is full and yet I know, To-morrow it will overflow, Forever yours, for weal or woe, My bonny Kate!
Then, darling, think what pangs assail Your lover’s triple vest of mail, Dreaming that even you might fail, Your last year’s mate. Another sits where you have been, With you another walks the green And tender words have passed between, My bonny Kate!
A few short weeks, and I may be Dashing along the hostile sea, Winning the gold that ransoms thee, My bonny Kate!
To God I yield the doubt—to you I give my solemn troth anew, My love, my faithful and my true— My bonny Kate!
# Maryland, my Maryland, and other poems/Our Confederate Dead

OUR CONFEDERATE DEAD
Unknown to me, brave boy, but still I wreathe For you the tenderest of wildwood flowers; And o’er your tomb a virgin’s prayer I breathe To greet the pure moon and the April showers.
I only know, I only care to know, You died for me—for me and country bled; A thousand Springs and wild December snow Will weep for one of all the Southern Dead.
Perchance some mother gazes up the skies, Wailing, like Rachel, for her martyred brave— Oh, for her darling sake, my dewy eyes Moisten the turf above your lowly grave.
The cause is sacred, when our maidens stand Linked with sad matrons and heroic sires, Above the relics of a vanquished land, And light the torch of sanctifying fires.
Your bed of honor has a rosy cope, To shimmer back the tributary stars; And every petal glistens with a hope When Love has blossomed in the disk of Mars.
Sleep! On your couch of glory slumber comes Bosomed amid th’ archangelic choir, Not with the grumble of impetuous drum, Deep’ning the chorus of embattled ire.
Above you shall the oak and cedar fling Their giant plumage and protecting shade; For you the song-bird pause upon its wing And warble requiem ever undismayed.
Farewell! And, if your spirit wander near To kiss this plaint of unaspiring art— Translated, even in the heavenly sphere, As the libretto of a maiden’s heart.
# McCoy v. Shaw

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United States Supreme Court
277 U.S. 302
McCoy v. Shaw
Argued: April 9, 1928. --- Decided: May 21, 1928
Messrs. Robert M. Rainey and Streeter B. Flynn, both of Oklahoma City, Okl., for petitioner.
Messrs. Edwin Dabney, of Oklahoma City, Okl., and V. P. Crowe, of Enid, Okl., for respondents.
Mr. Justice SANFORD delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# McCoy v. Union Elevated Railroad Company

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United States Supreme Court
247 U.S. 354
McCoy v. Union Elevated Railroad Company
Argued: March 14 and 15, 1918. --- Decided: June 3, 1918
Messrs. Harry S. Mecartney and John S. Miller, both of Chicago, Ill., for plaintiffs in error.
Messrs. Francis W. Walker, Roger L. Foote, and Addison L. Gardner, all of Chicago, Ill., for defendants in error.
Mr. Justice McREYNOLDS delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# McCoul v. Lekamp's Administratrix

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United States Supreme Court
15 U.S. 111
McCoul v. Lekamp's Administratrix
ERROR to the circuit court for the district of Virginia.
This cause was argued by Mr. Lee, for the plaintiff in error, and by Mr. Suann, for the defendant in error.
Mr. Chief Justice MARSHALL delivered the opinion of the court.

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# McCoy v. Shaw/Opinion of the Court

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United States Supreme Court
277 U.S. 302
McCoy v. Shaw
Argued: April 9, 1928. --- Decided: May 21, 1928
McCoy, the petitioner, a Chickasaw Indian of one-fourth blood, brought this suit in equity in a state court of Oklahoma to enjoin the collection of a gross production tax on his one-eighth royalty interest in the oil produced under a lease of land patented to him as his homestead and surplus allotments from which all restrictions on alienation and incumbrance had been removed-claiming that this tax on his royalty share in the oil was in violation of the treaties between the United States and the Chickasaw Indians and the Acts of Congress relating thereto. The court dismissed the suit on motion, for want of equity; and this was affirmed by the Supreme Court of Oklahoma, without consideration of the federal question, on the ground that under sections 9971 and 9973 of the Compiled Oklahoma Statutes 1921, the petitioner had a plain, adequate and exclusive remedy at law by paying the tax under protest and suing for its recovery. McCoy v. Childers, 124 Okl. 256, 256 P. 25.
It is settled law that a judgment of a state court which is put upon a nonfederal ground, independent of the federal question involved and broad enough to sustain the judgment, cannot be reviewed by this court, unless the nonfederal ground is so plainly unfounded that it may be regarded as essentially arbitrary or a mere device to prevent the review of a decision upon the federal question. Leathe v. Thomas, 207 U.S. 93, 99, 28 S.C.t. 30 (52 L. Ed. 118); Vandalia Railroad v. State of Indiana, 207 U.S. 359, 367, 28 S.C.t. 130 (52 L. Ed. 246); Enterprise Irrig. Dist. v. Canal Co., 243 U.S. 157, 164, 37 S.C.t. 318 (61 L. Ed. 644); Ward v. Love County, 253 U.S. 17, 22, 40 S.C.t. 419 (64 L. Ed. 751); and cases therein cited.
Here the nonfederal ground upon which the Oklahoma court based its decision-namely that under the Oklahoma statutes the petitioner had a plain, adequate and exclusive remedy at law-was based on its earlier decision in Black v. Geissler, 59 Okl. 335, 159 P. 1124. It is in harmony with the decisions of this court relating to similar statutes of other states. Tennessee v. Sneed, 96 U.S. 69, 75 (24 L. Ed. 610); Shelton v. Platt, 139 U.S. 591, 595, 11 S.C.t. 646 (35 L. Ed. 273); Indiana Mfg. Co. v. Koehne, 188 U.S. 681, 686, 23 S.C.t. 452 (47 L. Ed. 651); Raymond v. Chicago Traction Co., 207 U.S. 20, 39, 28 S.C.t. 7 (52 L. Ed. 78, 12 Ann. Cas. 757); Singer Sewing Mach. Co. v. Benedict, 229 U.S. 481, 487, 33 S.C.t. 942 (57 L. Ed. 1288); Union Pac. R. R. Co. v. Board of Com'rs of Weld County, 247 U.S. 282, 285, 38 S.C.t. 510 (62 L. Ed. 1110). And no intent to evade the federal question is indicated.
We are without authority to determine the federal right claimed by the petitioner. And the writ of certiorari is
Dismissed for want of jurisdiction.

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# McCoy v. Nelson

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United States Supreme Court
121 U.S. 484
McCoy v. Nelson
[ Leigh Robinson, for appellant.
No appearance for appellee.
BLATCHFORD, J.

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# McCoy v. Rhodes

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United States Supreme Court
52 U.S. 131
McCoy v. Rhodes

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# Memoir and Poems of Phillis Wheatley/To a Lady, on the Death of her Husband

TO A LADY ON HER HUSBAND'S DEATH.
Grim monarch! see, deprived of vital breath,
A young physician in the dust of death:
Dost thou go on incessant to destroy,
Our griefs to double and lay waste our joy?
Enough, thou never yet wast known to say,
Though millions die the vassals of thy sway:
Nor youth, nor science, nor the ties of love,
Nor aught on earth thy flinty heart can move.
The friend, the spouse, from his dire dart to save,
In vain we ask the sovereign of the grave.
Fair mourner, there see thy loved Leonard laid,
And o'er him spread the deep, impervious shade.
Closed are his eves, and heavy fetters keep
His senses bound in never-waking sleep,
Till time shall cease, till many a starry world
Shall fall from heaven, in dire confusion hurled;
Till nature in her final wreck shall lie,
And her last groan shall rend the azure sky;
Not, not till then, his active soul shall claim
His body, a divine, immortal frame.
But see the softly-stealing tears apace
Pursue each other down the mourner's face:
But cease thy tears, bid every sigh depart,
And cast the load of anguish from thine heart:
From the cold shell of his great soul arise,
And look beyond, thou native of the skies;
There fix thy view, where, fleeter than the wind.
Thy Leonard mounts, and leaves the earth behind.
Thyself prepare to pass the vale of night, ​To join forever on the hills of light.
To thine embrace his joyful spirit moves,
To thee, the partner of his earthly loves;
He welcomes thee to pleasures more refined,
And better suited to the immortal mind.
# Memoir and Poems of Phillis Wheatley/To a Lady, on the Death of three Relations

TO A LADY, ON THE DEATH OF THREE
RELATIONS.
We trace the power of death from tomb to tomb,
And his are all the ages yet to come.
'T is his to call the planets from on high,
To blacken Phœbus, and dissolve the sky;
His too, when all in his dark realms are hurled,
From its firm base to shake the solid world;
His fatal sceptre rules the spacious whole,
And trembling nature rocks from pole to pole. ​ Awful he moves, and wide his wings are spread:
Behold thy brother numbered with the dead:
From bondage freed, the exulting spirit flies
Beyond Olympus, and these starry skies.
Lost in our woe for thee, blest shade, we mourn
In vain; to earth thou never must return.
Thy sisters, too , fair mourner, feel the dart
Of death, and with fresh torture rend thine heart.
Weep not for them, who wish thine happy mind
To rise with them and leave the world behind.
As a young plant by hurricanes upturn,
So near its parent lies the newly born—
But midst the bright etherial train, behold,
It shines superior on a throne of gold;
Then mourner, cease; let hope thy tears restrain,
Smile on the tomb, and soothe the raging pain,
On yon blest regions fix thy longing view,
Mindless of sublunary scenes below;
Ascend the sacred mount, in thought arise,
And seek substantial and immortal joys;
Where hope receives, where faith to vision springs,
And raptured seraphs tune the immortal strings
To strains extatic. Thou the chorus join,
And to thy father tune the praise divine.
# Memoir and Poems of Phillis Wheatley/To the University of Cambridge

TO THE UNIVERSITY OF CAMBRIDGE,
IN NEW-ENGLAND.
While an intrinsic ardor prompts to write,
The Muses promise to assist my pen.
'T was not long since I left my native shore,
Father of mercy! 't was thy gracious hand
Brought me in safety from those dark abodes.
Students, to you 't is given to scan the heights
Above, to traverse the etherial space,
And mark the systems of revolving worlds.
Still more, ye sons of science, ye receive
The blissful news by messengers from heaven,
How Jesus' blood for your redemption flows.
See him, with hands outstretched upon the cross!
Immense compassion in his bosom glows;
He hears revilers, nor resents their scorn.
What matchless mercy in the Son of God!
He deigned to die, that they might rise again,
And share with him, in the sublimest skies,
Life without death, and glory without end.
Improve your privileges while they stay,
Ye pupils; and each hour redeem, that bears
Or good or bad report of you to heaven.
Let sin, that baneful evil to the soul,
By you be shunned; nor once remit your guard:
Suppress the deadly serpent in its egg,
Ye blooming plants of human race divine,
As Ethiop tells you, 't is your greatest foe;
Its transient sweetness turns to endless pain,
And in immense perdition sinks the soul.
# Memoir and Poems of Phillis Wheatley/To a Gentleman and Lady

TO A GENTLEMAN AND LADY,
On the Death of the Lady's Brother and Sister, and a Child of the name of Avis, aged one year.
On Death's domain intent I fix my eyes,
Where human nature in vast ruin lies:
With pensive mind I search the drear abode,
Where the dread conquerer has his spoils bestowed;
There, there the offspring of six thousand years,
In endless numbers to my view appears:
Whole kingdoms in his gloomy den are thrust,
And nations mix with their primeval dust;
Insatiate still, he gluts the ample tomb;
His is the present, his the age to come.
See here a brother, here a sister spread,
And a sweet daughter mingled with the dead.
But, Madam, let your grief be laid aside,
And let the fountain of your tears be dried. ​In vain they flow to wet the dusty plain,
Your sighs are wafted to the skies in vain;
Your pains they witness, but they can no more,
While Death reigns tyrant o'er this mortal shore.
The glowing stars and silver queen of light
At last must perish in the gloom of night;
Resign thy friends to that Almighty hand
Which gave them life, and bow to his command;
Thine Avis give without a murmuring heart,
Though half thy soul be fated to depart.
To shining guards consign thine infant care,
To waft triumphant through the seas of air:
Her soul, enlarged, to heavenly pleasure springs,
She feeds on truth and uncreated things.
Methinks I hear her in the realms above,
And leaning forward with a filial love,
Invite you there to share immortal bliss
Unknown, untasted in a state like this.
With tow'ring hopes, and growing grace arise,
And seek beatitude beyond the skies.