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# Poems (Tennyson, 1843)/Volume 1/Lady Clara Vere de Vere

LADY CLARA VERE DE VERE.
Lady Clara Vere de Vere, Of me you shall not win renown; You thought to break a country heart For pastime, ere you went to town. At me you smiled, but unbeguiled I saw the snare, and I retired: The daughter of a hundred Earls, You are not one to be desired.
Lady Clara Vere de Vere, I know you proud to bear your name, Your pride is yet no mate for mine, Too proud to care from whence I came.
Nor would I break for your sweet sake A heart that doats on truer charms. A simple maiden in her flower Is worth a hundred coats-of-arms.
Lady Clara Vere de Vere, Some meeker pupil you must find, For were you queen of all that is, I could not stoop to such a mind. You sought to prove how I could love, And my disdain is my reply. The lion on your old stone gates Is not more cold to you than I.
Lady Clara Vere de Vere, You put strange memories in my head. Not thrice your branching limes have blown Since I beheld young Laurence dead. Oh your sweet eyes, your low replies: A great enchantress you may be; But there was that across his throat Which you had hardly cared to see.
Lady Clara Vere de Vere, When thus he met his mother's view, She had the passion of her kind, She spake some certain truths of you. Indeed I heard one bitter word That scarce is fit for you to hear, Her manners had not that repose Which stamps the caste of Vere de Vere.
Lady Clara Vere de Vere, There stands a spectre in your hall: The guilt of blood is at your door. You changed a wholesome heart to gall. You held your course without remorse, To make him trust his modest worth, And, last, you fix'd a vacant stare, And slew him with your noble birth.
Trust me, Clara Vere de Vere, From yon blue heavens above us bent The gardener Adam and his wife Smile at the claims of long descent.
Howe'er it be, it seems to me, 'Tis only noble to be good. Kind hearts are more than coronets, And simple faith than Norman blood.
I know you, Clara Vere de Vere, You pine among your halls and towers; The languid light of your proud eyes Is wearied of the rolling hours. In glowing health, with boundless wealth, But sickening of a vague disease, You know so ill to deal with time, You needs must play such pranks as these.
Clara, Clara Vere de Vere, If Time be heavy on your hands, Are there no beggars at your gate, Nor any poor about your lands? Oh! teach the orphan-boy to read. Or teach the orphan-girl to sew. Pray Heaven for a human heart, And let the foolish yeoman go.
# Poems (Tennyson, 1843)/Volume 1/Love and Death

LOVE AND DEATH.
What time the mighty moon was gathering light Love paced the thymy plots of Paradise, And all about him roll'd his lustrous eyes; When, turning round a cassia, full in view Death, walking all alone beneath a yew, And talking to himself, first met his sight: "You must begone," said Death, "these walks are mine." Love wept and spread his sheeny vans for flight; Yet ere he parted said, "This hour is thine: Thou art the shadow of life, and as the tree Stands in the sun and shadows all beneath, So in the light of great eternity Life eminent creates the shade of death; The shadow passeth when the tree shall fall, But I shall reign for ever over all."
# Poems (Tennyson, 1843)/Volume 1/Margaret

MARGARET.
O sweet pale Margaret, O rare pale Margaret, What lit your eyes with tearful power, Like moonlight on a falling shower? Who lent you, love, your mortal dower Of pensive thought and aspect pale, Your melancholy sweet and frail As perfume of the cuckoo-flower? From the westward-winding flood, From the evening-lighted wood, From all things outward you have won A tearful grace, as though you stood Between the rainbow and the sun.
The very smile before you speak, That dimples your transparent cheek, Encircles all the heart, and feedeth The senses with a still delight Of dainty sorrow without sound, Like the tender amber round, Which the moon about her spreadeth, Moving thro' a fleecy night.
You love, remaining peacefully, To hear the murmur of the strife, But enter not the toil of life. Your spirit is the calmed sea, Laid by the tumult of the fight. You are the evening star, alway Remaining betwixt dark and bright: Lull'd echoes of laborious day Come to you, gleams of mellow light Float by you on the verge of night.
What can it matter, Margaret, What songs below the waning stars
The lion-heart, Plantagenet, Sang looking thro' his prison bars? Exquisite Margaret, who can tell The last wild thought of Chatelet, Just ere the falling axe did part The burning brain from the true heart, Even in her sight he loved so well?
A fairy shield your Genius made And gave you on your natal day. Your sorrow, only sorrow's shade, Keeps real sorrow far away. You move not in such solitudes, You are not less divine, But more human in your moods, Than your twin-sister, Adeline. Your hair is darker, and your eyes Touch'd with a somewhat darker hue, And less aërially blue, But ever trembling thro' the dew Of dainty-woeful sympathies.
O sweet pale Margaret, O rare pale Margaret, Come down, come down, and hear me speak: Tie up the ringlets on your cheek: The sun is just about to set. The arching lines are tall and shady, And faint, rainy lights are seen, Moving in the leavy beech. Rise from the feast of sorrow, lady, Where all day long you sit between Joy and woe, and whisper each. Or only look across the lawn, Look out below your bower-eaves, Look down, and let your blue eyes dawn Upon me thro' the jasmine-leaves.
# Pennsylvania Railroad Company v. United States

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# Pennsylvania Railroad Company v. United States (323 U.S. 588)

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United States Supreme Court
323 U.S. 588
PENNSYLVANIA RAILROAD COMPANY, et al., v. UNITED STATES, et al.
No. 182. Argued: January 11, 1945. --- Decided: January 29, 1945.
APPEAL FROM THE DISTRICT COURT OF THE UNITED STATES FOR THE DISTRICT OF MARYLAND.
* Section 15(4)(b) of the Interstate Commerce Act empowers the Interstate Commerce Commission to establish a through route which would require a carrier to short-haul itself where such route is needed in order to provide "adequate, and more efficient or more economic, transportation." Held that, in determining whether the proposed through route is needed in order to provide "adequate, and more efficient or more economic, transportation," the Commission may consider the interests of the shipper as well as those of the carrier. P. 592.
* The order of the Interstate Commerce Commission requiring the establishment of through routes was supported by the findings and the evidence. P. 593.
54 F.Supp. 381, affirmed.
APPEAL from a decree of a district court of three judges refusing to set aside an order of the Interstate Commerce Commission, 255 I.C.C. 333.
Mr. Joseph F. Eshelman, with whom Messrs. R. Aubrey Bogley, Francis R. Cross, Wm. Pepper Constable, John Dickinson, H. C. Barron, Charles Clark, A. B. Enoch, P. F. Gault, Thomas P. Healy, H. H. Larimore, A. H. Lossow, L. H. Strasser and Carson L. Taylor were on the brief, for appellants.
Mr. Robert L. Pierce, with whom Solicitor General Fahy, Assistant Attorney General Berge, Messrs. Walter J. Cummings, Jr., Daniel W. Knowlton and Edward M. Reidy were on the brief, for the United States and the Interstate Commerce Commission, and Mr. C. R. Hillyer for D. A. Stickell & Sons, Inc., appellees.
MR. JUSTICE ROBERTS delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Pennsylvania Railroad System and Allied Lines Federation No 90 v. Pennsylvania Railroad Company

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United States Supreme Court
267 U.S. 203
Pennsylvania Railroad System and Allied Lines Federation No 90 v. Pennsylvania Railroad Company
Argued: Jan. 13, 1925. --- Decided: March 2, 1925
Messrs. Morris Hillquit, of New York City, and David Wallerstein, of Philadelphia, Pa., for appellants.
Mr. John Hampton Barnes, of Philadelphia, Pa., for appellees.
Mr. Chief Justice TAFT delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Pennsylvania Railroad Company v. Stineman Coal Mining Company

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United States Supreme Court
242 U.S. 298
Pennsylvania Railroad Company v. Stineman Coal Mining Company
Argued: May 14, 1915. ---
Restored to docket for reargument June 14, 1915.
Reargued October 25, 1915.
Decided December 18, 1916.
Messrs. Francis I. Gowen, John G. Johnson, and F. D. McKenney for plaintiff in error.
Messrs. A. M. Liveright and A. L. Cole for defendant in error.
Mr. Justice Van Devanter delivered the opinion of the court:

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# Pennsylvania Railroad Company v. United States (363 U.S. 202)

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United States Supreme Court
363 U.S. 202
PENNSYLVANIA RAILROAD CO., Petitioner, v. UNITED STATES of America.
Argued: May 17, 1960. --- Decided: June 13, 1960
Mr. Hugh B. Cox, Washington, D.C., for petitioner.
Mr. George Cochran Doub, Washington, D.C., for respondent.
Mr. Justice BLACK delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Pennsylvania Railroad Company v. W. F. Jacoby & Company

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United States Supreme Court
242 U.S. 89
Pennsylvania Railroad Company v. W. F. Jacoby & Company
Argued: October 20, 1915. --- Decided: October 23 and 24, 1916
Messrs. Francis I. Gowen, John G. Johnson, and Frederic D. McKenney for the Pennsylvania Railroad Company.
Mr. William A. Glasgow, Jr., for W. F. Jacoby & Company.
Mr. Justice Day delivered the opinion of the court:

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# Poems of Felicia Hemans in The Amulet, 1828/The Dial of Flowers

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THE DIAL OF FLOWERS.*
BY MRS. HEMANS.
'Twas a lovely thought to mark the hours
 As they floated in light away,
By the opening and the folding flowers
 That laugh to the summer's day.
Thus had each moment its own rich hue
 And its graceful cup or bell,
In whose colour'd vase might sleep the dew,
 Like a pearl in an ocean-shell.
To such sweet signs might the time have flow'd
 In a golden current on,
Ere from the garden, man's first abode,
 The glorious guests were gone.
So might the days have been brightly told—
 Those days of song and dreams—
When shepherds gather'd their flocks of old,
 By the blue Arcadian streams.
So in those isles of delight, that rest
 Far off in a breezeless main,
Which many a bark, with a weary quest,
 Hath sought but still in vain.
Yet is not life, in its real flight,
 Mark'd thus—even thus—on earth,
By the closing of one hope's delight,
 And another's gentle birth?
Oh! let us live, so that flower by flower,
 Shutting in turn, may leave
A lingerer still for the sun-set hour,
 A charm for the shaded eve.
# Poems of Felicia Hemans in The Amulet, 1828/The Wakening

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THE WAKENING.
BY MRS. HEMANS.
'While Day arises, that sweet hoar of prime."
How many thousands are wakening now!
Some to the songs from the forest-bough,
To the rustling of leaves at the lattice-pane,
To the chiming fall of the early rain.
And some, far out on the deep mid-sea, To the dash of the waves in their foaming glee,
As they break into spray on the ship's tall side, That holds thro' the tumult her path of pride.
And some—oh! well may their hearts rejoice,
To the gentle sound of a mother's voice;
Long shall they yearn for that kindly tone,
When from the board and the hearth 'tis gone,
And some in the camp, to the bugle's breath,
And the tramp of the steed on the echoing heath,
And the sudden roar of the hostile gun,
Which tells that a field must ere night be won.
And some, in the gloomy convict-cell,
To the dull deep note of the warning bell,
As it heavily calls them forth to die,
While the bright sun mounts in the laughing sky.
And some to the peal of the hunter's horn,
And some to the sounds from the city borne;
And some to the rolling of torrent-floods,
Far 'midst old mountains, and solemn woods.
So are we roused on this chequer'd earth,
Each unto life hath a daily birth,
Tho' fearful or joyous, tho' sad or sweet,
Be the voices which first our upspringing meet.
But One must the sound be, and One the call,
Which from the dust shall awake us all?
One, tho' to sever'd and distant dooms—
How shall the sleepers arise from their tombs?
# Poems of Felicia Hemans in The Amulet, 1829

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Poems of Felicia Hemans in The Amulet, 1829
Compiled by Peter J. Bolton
Contents
* The Angel's Call
* Woman and Fame
* The Themes of Song
# Poems of Felicia Hemans in The Amulet, 1829/The Angel's Call

This was later entitled 'The Angel's Greeting'.
GUARDIAN ANGELS
Painted by W. Etty R. A.Engraved by E. Finden
THE ANGELS' CALL.
BY MRS. HEMANS.
"Hark! they whisper! angels say,
Sister spirit, come away!"
Come to the land of peace!
Come where the tempest hath no longer sway,
The shadow passes from the soul away,
 The sounds of weeping cease!
 Fear hath no dwelling there!
Come to the mingling of repose and love,
Breathed by the silent spirit of the dove
 Through the celestial air!
Come to the bright and blest,
And crowned for ever!—midst that shining band,
Gathered to heaven's own wreath from every land,
 Thy spirit shall find rest!
 Thou hast been long alone:
Come to thy mother!—on the Sabbath shore,
The heart that rocked thy childhood, back, once more
 Shall take its wearied one.
 In silence wert thou left:
Come to thy sisters!—joyously again
All the home-voices, blent in one sweet strain,
 Shall greet their long-bereft!
 Over thine orphan head
The storm hath swept, as o'er a willow's bough:
Come to thy father!—it is finished now;
 Thy tears have all been shed.
 In thy divine abode
Change finds no pathway, memory no dark trace,
And, oh! bright victory—death by love no place:
 Come, Spirit, to thy God!
# Poems of Felicia Hemans in The Amulet, 1829/Woman and Fame

WOMAN AND FAME.
BY MRS. HEMANS.
Happy—happier far than thou,
With the laurel on thy brow;
She that makes the humblest hearth,
Lovely but to one on earth.
Thou hast a charmed cup, O Fame!
 A draught that mantles high,
And seems to lift this earthly frame
 Above mortality.
Away! to me—a woman—bring
Sweet waters from affection's spring.
Thou hast green laurel-leaves that twine
 Into so proud a wreath;
For that resplendent gift of thine,
 Heroes have smiled in death.
Give me from some kind hand a flower,
The record of one happy hour!
Thou hast a voice, whose thrilling tone
 Can bid each life-pulse beat,
As when a trumpet's note hath blown,
 Calling the brave to meet:
But mime, let mine—a woman's breast,
By words of home-born love be bless'd.
A hollow sound is in thy song,
 A mockery in thine eye,
To the sick heart that doth but long
 For aid, for sympathy;
For kindly looks to cheer it on,
For tender accents that are gone.
Fame, Fame! thou canst not be the stay
 Unto the drooping reed,
The cool fresh fountain, in the day
 Of the soul's feverish need;
Where must the lone one turn or flee?—
Not unto thee, oh! not to thee!
# Poems of Felicia Hemans in The Amulet, 1828

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Poems of Felicia Hemans in The Amulet, 1828
Compiled by Peter J. Bolton
Contents
* The Dial of Flowers
* The Wakening
* Angel Visits
# Poems of Felicia Hemans in The Amulet, 1827/The Hour of Prayer

THE HOUR OF PRAYER.
BY MRS. HEMANS.
Child, amidst the flowers at play,
While the red light fades away;
Mother, with thine earnest eye,
Ever following silently;
Father, by the breeze of eve
Called thy harvest-work to leave;—
Pray!—Ere yet the dark hours be,
Lift the heart and bend the knee.
Traveller, in the stranger's land,
Far from thine own household band;
Mourner, haunted by the tone
Of a voice from this world gone;
Captive, in whose narrow cell
Sunshine hath not leave to dwell;
Sailor, on the darkening sea;—
Lift the heart and bend the knee!
Warrior, that from battle won,
Breathest now at set of sun;
Woman, o'er the lowly slain,
Weeping on his burial-plain;
Ye that triumph, ye that sigh,
Kindred by one holy tie!
Heaven's first star alike ye see—
Lift the heart and bend the knee!
# Poems of Felicia Hemans in The Amulet, 1829/The Themes of Song

THE THEMES OF SONG.
BY MRS. HEMANS.
Of truth, of grandeur, beauty, love, and hope,
And melancholy fear subdued by faith.
Wordsworth.
Where shall the minstrel find a theme?
 Where'er, for freedom shed,
Brave blood hath dyed some ancient stream
 Amidst the mountains, red.
Where'er a rock, a fount, a grove,
 Bears record to the faith
Of love, deep, holy, fervent love,
 Victor of fear and death.
Where'er a spire points up to Heaven,
 Through storm and summer air,
Telling that all around have striven,
 Man's heart, and hope, and prayer.
Where'er a chieftain's crested brow
 In its pride hath been struck down,
Or a bright-haired virgin head laid low,
 Wearing its youth's first crown.
Where'er a home and hearth have been,
 That now are man's no more;
A place of ivy, freshly green,
 Where laughter's light is o'er.
Where'er, by some forsaken grave,
 Some nameless greensward heap,
A bird may sing, a violet wave,
 A star its vigil keep;
Or where a yearning heart of old,
 Or a dream of shepherd men,
With forms of more than earthly mould,
 Hath peopled grot or glen.
There may the bard's high themes be found—
 We die, we pass away;
But faith, love, pity—these are bound
 To earth without decay.
The heart that burns, the cheek that glows,
 The tear from hidden springs,
The thorn, and glory of the rose—
 These are undying things.
Wave after wave of mighty stream,
 To the deep sea hath gone;
Yet not the less, like youth's bright dream,
 Th' exhaustless flood rolls on.
# Poems of Felicia Hemans in The Amulet, 1827/The Fountain of Marah

THE FOUNTAIN OF MARAH.
BY MRS. HEMANS.
"And when they came to Marah, they could not drink of the waters of Marah, for they were bitter.
"And the people murmured against Moses, saying, What shall we drink?
"And he cried unto the Lord; and the Lord showed him a tree, which when he had cast into the waters, the waters were made sweet."—Exod. xv. 23—25.
Where is the tree the prophet threw
 Into the bitter wave?
Left it no scion where it grew,
 The thirsting soul to save?
Hath Nature lost the hidden power
 Its precious foliage shed?
Is there no distant Eastern bower,
 With such sweet leaves o'erspread?
Nay, wherefore ask?—since gifts are ours,
 Which yet may well imbue
Earth's many troubled founts with showers
 Of Heaven's own balmy dew.
Oh! mingled with the cup of grief,
 Let Faith's deep spirit be,
And every prayer shall win a leaf
 From that blest healing tree!
# Poems of Felicia Hemans in The Amulet, 1828/Angel Visits

ANGEL VISITS.
BY MRS. HEMANS.
No more of talk, where God or Angel guest
With man, as with his friend, familiar used
To sit indulgent, and with him partake
Rural repast.
Milton.
Are ye for ever to your skies departed?
Oh! will ye visit this dim world no more?
Ye, whose bright wings a solemn splendour darted
Thro' Eden's fresh and flowering shades of yore?
Now are the fountains dried on that sweet spot,
And ye—our faded earth beholds you not!
Yet, by your shining eyes not all forsaken,
Man wandered from his Paradise away;
Ye, from forgetfulness his heart to waken,
Came down, high guests! in many a later day,
And with the Patriarchs under vine or oak,
Midst noontide calm or hush of evening spoke.
From you, the veil of midnight darkness rending,
Came the rich mysteries to the sleeper's eye,
That saw your hosts ascending and descending,
On those bright steps between the earth and sky:
Trembling he woke, and bow'd o'er glory's trace,
And worshipp'd, awe-struck, in that fearful place.
By Chebar's Brook ye pass'd, such radiance wearing,
As mortal vision might but ill endure;
Along the stream the living chariot bearing, With its high crystal arch intensely pure!* And the dread rushing of your wings that hour,
Was like the noise of waters in their power.
But in the Olive-Mount, by night appearing,
Midst the dim leaves, your holiest work was done!—
Whose was the voice that came, divinely cheering,
Fraught with the breath of God to aid his Son?—
Haply of those that on the moonlit plains,
Wafted good-tidings unto Syrian swains.
Yet one more task was yours!—your heavenly dwelling,
Ye left, and by th' unseal'd sepulchre stone
In glorious raiment sat; the weepers telling
That He they sought, had triumph'd, and was gone!—
Now have ye left us for the brighter shore,
Your presence lights the lonely groves no more
But may ye not, unseen, around us hover,
With gentle promptings and sweet influence yet?
Tho' the fresh glory of those days be over,
When, midst the palm-trees, man your footsteps met!
Are ye not near when Faith and Hope rise high,
When love by strength o'ermasters agony?
Are ye not near, when sorrow unrepining,
Yields up life's treasures unto Him who gave?
When Martyrs, all things for His sake resigning,
Lead on the march of death, serenely brave?
Dreams!—but a deeper thought our souls may fill,
One, one is near—a Spirit, holier still!
# Poems (Shipton)/Bread Upon the Water

BREAD UPON THE WATERS.
"Now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face." 1 Cor. xiii. 12.
# Poems (Shipton)/Crown Jewels

CROWN JEWELS.
"The Lord their God shall save them in that day as the flock of His people: for they shall be as the stones of a crown, lifted up as an ensign upon His land."—Zech. ix. 16. "All things come of Thee, and of Thine own have we given Thee."—1 Chron. xxix. 14. "They shall be Mine, saith the Lord of hosts, in that day when I make up My jewels."—Mal. iii. 17.