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# Our Father

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The Lord's Prayer, also known as the Our Father or Pater noster, is probably the best-known prayer in Christianity. On Easter Sunday 2007 it was estimated that 2 billion Protestant, Catholic, and Eastern Orthodox Christians read, recited, or sang the short prayer in hundreds of languages in houses of worship of all shapes and sizes.
Two versions of it occur in the New Testament, one in the Gospel of Matthew 6:9b–13 as part of the discourse on ostentation, a section of the Sermon on the Mount, and the other in the Gospel of Luke 11:2–4.
English-language translations of Πάτερ ἡμῶν include:

## Translations in the Bible

* See Matthew 6:9b–13
** also The Sermon on the Mount, larger passage from Matthew containing the Our Father
* See Luke 11:2–4

## Liturgical translations

* Lord's Prayer in the Book of Common Prayer (1892 transcription of the 1662 manuscript)
* Lord's Prayer in the 1979 Episcopal Book of Common Prayer
* The Lord's Prayer, translation commonly used in Orthodox liturgy

## Poetic translations

* "Prayer", a poetic translation by Sarah J. Hale (1830)

## Other translations

* "Pater Noster" in The Little Book of the Most Holy Child Jesus, 1876.
* "The Lord's Prayer" in A Manual of Prayers for the Use of the Catholic Laity, 1889.
* "The Lord's Prayer" in The Church Hymnary, 1893.
* "The Our Father" in The Rosary: Its History and How to Say It by Michael Davitt Forrest, 1926.
* "The Our Father" in How to Say the Rosary, 1937.

## Older English translations
### Middle English

* Matheu 6:9-13 in Wycliffe's Bible (1380s)

### Old English

* Fæder ūre (10th-11th century)

## See also

* Matthew (Bible)
* "The Lord's Prayer paraphras'd"
# Our Flag

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* "Our Flag", a poem by Sara Beaumont Kennedy
* "Our Flag", a poem by Mary C. Ryan
# Our Girls

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OUR GIRLS :: Their Work for the War :: By Hall CaineWith 15 Illustrations from Photographs by the Ministry of Munitions
LONDON: HUTCHINSON & CO. PATERNOSTER ROW :: :: 1916
From One of Our Girls To One of Our Boys
To..........................................
Photograph of Sender may be pasted on this space.
Wishing You a Happy Christmas And a Glad New Year ⊙ ⊙ ⊙
From..........................................
Women packing T.N.T.
CONTENTS
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
Copyright of the Illustrations to this book belongs to the Ministry of Munitions. They must not be reproduced without permission.
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# Poems (Nealds)/Flower girl's Song

The music of the above Song, by the same author, will shortly be published, dedicated, by permission, to the Honourable Isabella S. Jerningham.
# Poems (Thaxter)/Inhospitality

POEMS FOR CHILDREN.
# Poems (Thaxter)/Land-locked

POEMS.
# Pennsylvania Company v. Locomotive Engine Safety Truck Company

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United States Supreme Court
110 U.S. 490
Pennsylvania Company v. Locomotive Engine Safety Truck Company
A. McCallum, Geo. Harding, and Francis T. Chambers, for appellant.
Samuel S. Hollingsworth and Edmund Wetmore, for appellee.
GRAY, J.

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# Pennsylvania Company v. O'Rourke/Dissent Minton

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* Dissenting Opinion Minton
United States Supreme Court
344 U.S. 334
Pennsylvania Company v. O'Rourke
Argued: Dec. 8, 1952. --- Decided: Jan 12, 1953
Mr. Justice MINTON, with whom The CHIEF JUSTICE, Mr. Justice BLACK, and Mr. Justice CLARK join, dissenting.
There is but one question here, and that is whether this respondent was engaged in 'maritime employment' at the time of his injury. If he was, then the Longshoremen's and Harbor Workers' Compensation Act applies and not the Federal Employers' Liability Act. That was decided in Nogueira v. New York, N.H. & H.R. Co., 281 U.S. 128, 50 S.Ct. 303, 74 L.Ed. 754. In that case, an employee of a railroad company was trucking interstate freight from the dock onto a float for loading in a car standing on the car float. He was likened to a stevedore. Here this railroad employee was a brakeman engaged in removing freight cars from a car float by the use of an ordinary switch engine. The cars were in interstate commerce. Preparatory to the removal of the cars from the car float, it was this railroad employee's duty to let off the brakes. He alleged that while thus engaged, the railroad's use of a defective brake in violation of the Safety Appliance Act caused him to be thrown from the freight car to the deck of the car float and injured. The car float was upon navigable waters.
Was it maritime employment to get these cars off the car float or was it railroad employment? If this railroad employee had been doing his braking job on land, no one would have thought he was engaged in anything but railroad employment. Does it become maritime employment because it happened over navigable waters? We think not. The place is the only thing that differentiates the situations. Place is admittedly not enough to make what is braking on land other than braking when done over navigable waters. Not only must we look to the place where the accident happened, but of equal importance is the nature of the employment. The nature of the employment is certainly not maritime. It was an ordinary railroad chore, done by an ordinary railroad brakeman. If this were not so, the train crews on trains being ferried across navigable streams in the United States would be employed in maritime service. With the imagination of the Court's opinion, a train crew, while crossing a bridge with its supports in a navigable stream, would be employed in maritime service.
We would treat this railroad employee as being in law what he was in real life, a railroad brakeman, engaged in interstate commerce and subject to the Federal Employers' Liability Act, and affirm this judgment.

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# Pennsylvania Company v. Minds Same

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United States Supreme Court
250 U.S. 368
Pennsylvania Company v. Minds Same
Argued: April 23, 1919. --- Decided: June 9, 1919
Messrs. Francis I. Gowen, of Philadelphia, Pa., and Frederic D. McKenney, of Washington, D. C., for plaintiff in error.
Mr. James A. Gleason, of Du Bois, Pa., for defendants in error.
Mr. Justice DAY delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Pennsylvania Company v. O'Rourke

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## Dissenting Opinion

    Minton
United States Supreme Court
344 U.S. 334
Pennsylvania Company v. O'Rourke
Argued: Dec. 8, 1952. --- Decided: Jan 12, 1953
See 345 U.S. 913, 73 S.Ct. 638.
Mr. John Vance Hewitt, New York City, for petitioner.
Mr. Richard C. Machcinski, New York City, for respondent.
Mr. Justice REED delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Pennsylvania Company v. Miller

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United States Supreme Court
132 U.S. 75
Pennsylvania Company v. Miller
Wayne Mac Veagh and A. H. Wintersteen, for plaintiff in error.
D. T. Watson, Geo. W. Biddle, and M. Hampton Todd, for defendant in error.
BLATCHFORD, J.

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# Poems (Dickinson)/She went as quiet as the dew

XXVIII.
She went as quiet as the dew From a familiar flower. Not like the dew did she return At the accustomed hour!
She dropt as softly as a star From out my summer's eve; Less skilful than Leverrier It's sorer to believe!
# Poems (Dickinson)/Suspense

IV.
SUSPENSE.
Elysium is as far as to The very nearest room, If in that room a friend await Felicity or doom.
What fortitude the soul contains, That it can so endure The accent of a coming foot, The opening of a door!
# Poems (Dickinson)/So bashful when I spied her

XIX.
So bashful when I spied her, So pretty, so ashamed! So hidden in her leaflets, Lest anybody find;
So breathless till I passed her, So helpless when I turned And bore her, struggling, blushing, Her simple haunts beyond!
For whom I robbed the dingle, For whom betrayed the dell, Many will doubtless ask me, But I shall never tell!
# Poems (Dickinson)/Summer Shower

XI.
SUMMER SHOWER.
A drop fell on the apple tree, Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh.
A few went out to help the brook, That went to help the sea. Myself conjectured, Were they pearls, What necklaces could be!
The dust replaced in hoisted roads, The birds jocoser sung; The sunshine threw his hat away, The orchards spangles hung.
The breezes brought dejected lutes, And bathed them in the glee; The East put out a single flag, And signed the fête away.
# Poems (Dickinson)/The Bee

XV.
THE BEE.
Like trains of cars on tracks of plush I hear the level bee: A jar across the flowers goes, Their velvet masonry
Withstands until the sweet assault Their chivalry consumes, While he, victorious, tilts away To vanquish other blooms.
His feet are shod with gauze, His helmet is of gold; His breast, a single onyx With chrysoprase, inlaid.
His labor is a chant, His idleness a tune; Oh, for a bee's experience Of clovers and of noon!
# Poems (Dickinson)/Sleep is supposed to be

XXXVIII.
Sleep is supposed to be, By souls of sanity, The shutting of the eye.
Sleep is the station grand Down which on either hand The hosts of witness stand!
Morn is supposed to be, By people of degree, The breaking of the day.
Morning has not occurred! That shall aurora be East of eternity;
One with the banner gay, One in the red array,— That is the break of day.
# Poems (Dickinson)/Success

I.
LIFE.
POEMS.
I.
SUCCESS.
[Published in "A Masque of Poets" at the request of "H. H.," the author's fellow-townswoman and friend]
SUCCESS is counted sweetest By those who ne'er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need.
Not one of all the purple host Who took the flag to-day Can tell the definition, So clear, of victory,
As he, defeated, dying, On whose forbidden ear The distant strains of triumph Break, agonized and clear.
# Poems (Dickinson)/Summer's Armies

VIII.
SUMMER'S ARMIES.
Some rainbow coming from the fair! Some vision of the world Cashmere I confidently see! Or else a peacock's purple train, Feather by feather, on the plain Fritters itself away!
The dreamy butterflies bestir, Lethargic pools resume the whir Of last year's sundered tune. From some old fortress on the sun Baronial bees march, one by one, In murmuring platoon!
The robins stand as thick to-day As flakes of snow stood yesterday, ​On fence and roof and twig. The orchis binds her feather on For her old love, Don the Sun, Revisiting the bog!
Without commander, countless, still, The regiment of wood and hill In bright detachment stand. Behold! Whose multitudes are these? The children of whose turbaned seas, Or what Circassian land?
# Poems (Dickinson)/Surrender

V.
Surrender
Doubt me, my dim companion! Why, God would be content With but a fraction of the love
Poured thee without a stint. The whole of me, forever, What more the woman can,— Say quick, that I may dower thee With last delight I own!
It cannot be my spirit, For that was thine before; I ceded all of dust I knew,— What opulence the more Had I, a humble maiden, Whose farthest of degree Was that she might, Some distant heaven, Dwell timidly with thee!
# Poems (Dickinson)/Setting Sail

VII.
SETTING SAIL.
Exultation is the going Of an inland soul to sea,— Past the houses, past the headlands, Into deep eternity!
Bred as we, among the mountains, Can the sailor understand The divine intoxication Of the first league out from land?
# Poems (Tennyson, 1843)/Volume 1/"You Ask Me, Why, Though Ill at Ease"

You ask me, why, though ill at ease, Within this region I subsist, Whose spirits fail within the mist, And languish for the purple seas?
It is the land that freemen till, That sober-suited Freedom chose, The land, where girt with friends or foes A man may speak the thing he will;
A land of settled government, A land of just and old renown, Where Freedom broadens slowly down From precedent to precedent:
Where faction seldom gathers head, But by degrees to fullness wrought, The strength of some diffusive thought Hath time and space to work and spread.
Should banded unions persecute Opinion, and induce a time When single thought is civil crime, And individual freedom mute;
Though Power should make from land to land The name of Britain trebly great— Though every channel of the State Should almost choke with golden sand—
Yet waft me from the harbour-mouth, Wild wind! I seek a warmer sky, And I will see before I die The palms and temples of the South.
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# Poems (Tennyson, 1843)/Volume 1/Conclusion

CONCLUSION.
i.
And in the fields all round I hear the bleating of the lamb. How sadly, I remember, rose the morning of the year! To die before the snowdrop came, and now the violet's here.
ii.
And sweeter is the young lamb's voice to me that cannot rise, And sweet is all the land about, and all the flowers that blow, And sweeter far is death than life to me that long to go.
iii.
And now it seems as hard to stay, and yet His will be done! But still I think it can't be long before I find release; And that good man, the clergyman, has told me words of peace.
iv.
And blessings on his whole life long, until he meet me there! O blessings on his kindly heart and on his silver head! A thousand times I blest him, as he knelt beside my bed.
v.
Now, though my lamp was lighted late, there's One will let me in: Nor would I now be well, mother, again, if that could he, For my desire is but to pass to Him that died for me.
vi.
There came a sweeter token when the night and morning meet: But sit beside my bed, mother, and put your hand in mine, And Effie on the other side, and I will tell the sign.
vii.
It was when the moon was setting, and the dark was over all; The trees began to whisper, and the wind began to roll, And in the wild March-morning I heard them call my soul.
viii.
I saw you sitting in the house, and I no longer here; With all my strength I pray'd for both, and so I felt resign'd, And up the valley came a swell of music on the wind.
ix.
And then did something speak to me—I know not what was said; For great delight and shuddering took hold of all my mind, And up the valley came again the music on the wind.
x.
And if it comes three times, I thought, I take it for a sign. And once again it came, and close beside the window-bars, Then seem'd to go night up to Heaven and die among the stars.
xi.
The blessed music went that way my soul will have to go. And for myself, indeed, I care not if I go to-day. But, Effie, you must comfort her when I am past away.
xii.
There's many worthier than I, would make him happy yet. If I had lived—I cannot tell—I might have-been his wife; But all these things have ceased to be, with my desire of life.
xiii.
He shines upon a hundred fields, and all of them I know. And there I move no longer now, and there his light may shine— Wild flowers in the valley for other hands than mine.
xiv.
The voice, that now is speaking, may be beyond the sun— For ever and for ever with those just souls and true— And what is life, that we should moan? why make we such ado?
xv.
And there to wait a little while till you and Effie come— To lie within the light of God, as I lie upon your breast— And the wicked cease from troubling, and the weary are at rest.
# Poems (Tennyson, 1843)/Volume 1/A Character

A CHARACTER.
i.
At night he said, "The wanderings Of this most intricate Universe Teach me the nothingness of things." Yet could not all creation pierce Beyond the bottom of his eye.
ii.
Saw no divinity in grass, Life in dead stones, or spirit in air; Then looking as 'twere in a glass, He smooth'd his chin and sleek'd his hair, And said the earth was beautiful.
iii.
More purely, when the wish to charm Pallas and Juno sitting by: And with a sweeping of the arm, And a lack-lustre dead-blue eye, Devolved his rounded periods.
iv.
He canvass'd human mysteries, And trod on silk, as if the winds Blew his own praises in his eyes, And stood aloof from other minds In impotence of fancied power.
v.
Himself unto himself he sold: Upon himself himself did feed: Quiet, dispassionate, and cold, And other than his form of creed, With chisell'd features clear and sleek.
# Poems (Tennyson, 1843)/Volume 1/A Dirge

A DIRGE.
i.
Fold thy palms across thy breast, Fold thine arms, turn to thy rest. Let them rave. Shadows of the silver birk Sweep the green that folds thy grave. Let them rave.
ii.
Nothing but the small cold worm Fretteth thine enshrouded form. Let them rave. Light and shadow ever wander O'er the green that folds thy grave. Let them rave.
iii.
Chaunteth not the brooding bee Sweeter tones than calumny? Let them rave. Thou wilt never raise thine head From the green that folds thy grave. Let them rave.
iv.
The woodbine and eglatere Drip sweeter dews than traitor's tear. Let them rave. Rain makes music in the tree O'er the green that folds thy grave. Let them rave.
v.
Bramble roses, faint and pale, And long purples of the dale. Let them rave. These in every shower creep Thro' the green that folds thy grave. Let them rave.
vi.
The frail bluebell peereth over Rare broidry of the purple clover. Let them rave. Kings have no such couch as thine, As the green that folds thy grave. Let them rave.
vii.
God's great gift of speech abused Makes thy memory confused— But let them rave. The balm-cricket carols clear In the green that folds thy grave. Let them rave.
# Poems (Tennyson, 1843)/Volume 1/Circumstance

CIRCUMSTANCE.
Two children in two neighbour villages Playing mad pranks along the heathy leas; Two strangers meeting at a festival; Two lovers whispering by an orchard wall; Two lives bound fast in one with golden ease; Two graves grass-green beside a gray church-tower, Wash'd with still rains and daisy-blossomed; Two children in one hamlet born and bred; So runs the round of life from hour to hour.
# Poems (Tennyson, 1843)/Volume 1/Claribel

POEMS.
(PUBLISHED 1830.)
POEMS.
CLARIBEL.
A MELODY.
Where Claribel low-lieth The breezes pause and die, Letting the rose-leaves fall: But the solemn oak-tree sigheth, Thick-leaved, ambrosial, With an ancient melody Of an inward agony, Where Claribel low-lieth.
At eve the beetle boometh Athwart the thicket lone:
At noon the wild bee hummeth About the moss'd headstone: At midnight the moon cometh, And looketh down alone. Her song the lintwhite swelleth, The clear-voiced mavis dwelleth, The fledgling throstle lispeth, The slumbrous wave outwelleth, The babbling runnel crispeth, The hollow grot replieth Where Claribel low-lieth.
# Poems of Cheer/Nothing But Stones

I think I never passed so sad an hour,  Dear friend, as that one at the church to-night. The edifice from basement to the tower  Was one resplendent blaze of coloured light. Up through broad aisles the stylish crowd was thronging,  Each richly robed like some king's bidden guest. "Here will I bring my sorrow and my longing,"  I said, "and here find rest."
I heard the heavenly organ's voice of thunder,  It seemed to give me infinite relief. I wept. Strange eyes looked on in well-bred wonder.  I dried my tears: their gaze profaned my grief. Wrapt in the costly furs, and silks, and laces,  Beat alien hearts, that had no part with me. I could not read, in all those proud cold faces,  One thought of sympathy.
I watched them bowing and devoutly kneeling,  Heard their responses like sweet waters roll But only the glorious organ's sacred pealing  Seemed gushing from a full and fervent soul. I listened to the man of holy calling,  He spoke of creeds, and hailed his own as best; Of man's corruption and of Adam's-falling,  But naught that gave me rest:
Nothing that helped me bear the daily grinding  Of soul with body, heart with heated brain; Nothing to show the purpose of this blinding  And sometimes overwhelming sense of pain. And then, dear friend, I thought of thee, so lowly,  So unassuming, and so gently kind, And lo! a peace, a calm serene and holy,  Settled upon my mind.
Ah, friend, my friend! one true heart, fond and tender,  That understands our troubles and our needs, Brings us more near to God than all the splendour  And pomp of seeming worship and vain creeds. One glance of thy dear eyes so full of feeling,  Doth bring me closer to the Infinite Than all that throng of worldly people kneeling  In blaze of gorgeous light.
# Poems of Cheer/Nothing Remains

Nothing remains of unrecorded ages  That lie in the silent cemetery time; Their wisdom may have shamed our wisest sages,  Their glory may have been indeed sublime. How weak do seem our strivings after power,  How poor the grandest efforts of our brains, If out of all we are, in one short hour  Nothing remains.
Nothing remains but the Eternal Spaces,  Time and decay uproot the forest trees. Even the mighty mountains leave their places,  And sink their haughty heads beneath strange seas The great earth writhes in some convulsive spasms  And turns the proudest cities into plains. The level sea becomes a yawning chasm -  Nothing remains.
Nothing remains but the Eternal Forces,  The sad seas cease complaining and grow dry, Rivers are drained and altered in their courses,  Great stars pass out and vanish from the sky. Ideas die and old religions perish,  Our rarest pleasures and our keenest pains Are swept away with all we hate or cherish -  Nothing remains.
Nothing remains but the Eternal Nameless  And all-creative spirit of the Law, Uncomprehended, comprehensive, blameless,  Invincible, resistless, with no flaw; So full of love it must create for ever,  Destroying that it may create again, Persistent and perfecting in endeavour,  It yet must bring forth angels, after men -  This, this remains!