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# Poems (Shipton)

POEMS
BY
ANNA SHIPTON
NEW YORK: THOMAS Y. CROWELL & CO.
No. 13 Astor Place.
PREFACE.
"He is faithful that promised."
The desire of my heart for nearly twenty years has been to see my poems in large type, that I may administer to the old, and sick, and feeble. Through a friend and brother in Christ whom I have never seen, but whom my heart takes worship of, that desire through the faithfulness of the Lord is now granted. Written, as they have been, to cheer and soothe my own heart, out of the fulness of the consolation granted me they have reached others, and will be sung by others in distant lands. This edition, prepared for America, and chartered with many a prayer, I commit to Him who gave me songs in the night, and taught me to sing them. To how many on the other side of the Atlantic would I ask to remember me, and in prayer for a blessing on these pages, testify of the goodness offered to the now silent singer! A. S.
CONTENTS.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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# Poems (Shipton)/Conflict

CONFLICT.
"Behold, God, our Shield, and look upon the face of Thine Anointed."—Psalm lxxxiv. 9. "He knoweth the way that I take: when He hath tried me, I shall come forth as gold."—Job xxiii. 10.
# Poems (Shipton)/Aaron's Breastplate

"AARON'S BREASTPLATE."
"Aaron shall bear their names before the Lord upon his two shoulders for a memorial. . . . Aaron shall bear the names of the children of Israel in the breastplate of judgment upon his heart, when he goeth in unto the holy place, for a memorial before the Lord continually."—Exodus xxviii. 12, 29. "Christ is not entered into the holy places made with hands, which are the figures of the true; but into heaven itself, now to appear in the presence of God for us."—Heb. ix. 24.
# Poems (Shipton)/Alpha and Omega

ALPHA AND OMEGA.
"I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end. I will give unto him that is athirst of the fountain of the water of life freely."—Rev. xxi. 6.
# Poems (Shipton)/Fellowship

FELLOWSHIP.
"Call unto Me, and I will answer thee, and show thee great and mighty things, which thou knowest not."—Jer. xxxiii. 3. "I beseech Thee, show me Thy glory." . . . . "Behold, there is a place by Me, and thou shalt stand upon a rock: and it shall come to pass, while my glory passeth by, that I will put thee in a clift of the rock, and will cover thee with My hand."—Exodus xxxiii. 18, 21, 22.
# Poems (Shipton)/God's Messenger

GOD'S MESSENGER.
"Who hath ears to hear, let him hear."—Matt. xiii. 9
# Poems (Shipton)/Accepted in the Beloved

ACCEPTED IN THE BELOVED.
"The wilderness and the solitary place shall be glad for them; and the desert shall rejoice, and blossom as the rose."—Isa. xxxv. 1. "He hath done all things well: He maketh both the deaf to hear, and the dumb to speak."—Mark vii. 37.
# Poems of Charles Baudelaire/A Former Life

A Former Life.
Long since, I lived beneath vast porticoes, By many ocean-sunsets tinged and fired, Where mighty pillars, in majestic rows, Seemed like basaltic caves when day expired.   The rolling surge that mirrored all the skies Mingled its music, turbulent and rich, Solemn and mystic, with the colours which The setting sun reflected in my eyes.   And there I lived amid voluptuous calms, In splendours of blue sky and wandering wave, Tended by many a naked, perfumed slave,   Who fanned my languid brow with waving palms. They were my slaves—the only care they had To know what secret grief had made me sad.
# Poems of Charles Baudelaire/An Allegory

An Allegory.
Here is a woman, richly clad and fair,
Who in her wine dips her long, heavy hair;
Love's claws, and that sharp poison which is sin,
Are dulled against the granite of her skin.
Death she defies, Debauch she smiles upon,
For their sharp scythe-like talons every one
Pass by her in their all-destructive play;
Leaving her beauty till a later day.
Goddess she walks; sultana in her leisure;
She has Mohammed's faith that heaven is pleasure,
And bids all men forget the world's alarms
Upon her breast, between her open arms.
She knows, and she believes, this sterile maid,
Without whom the world's onward dream would fade,
That bodily beauty is the supreme gift
Which may from every sin the terror lift.
Hell she ignores, and Purgatory defies;
And when black Night shall roll before her eyes,
She will look straight in Death’s grim face forlorn,
Without remorse or hate—as one new born.
# Poems of Charles Baudelaire

The Canterbury Poets Edited by William Sharp
CHARLES BAUDELAIRE.
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
⁂ for full list of the volumes in this series, see catalogue at end of book.
THE POEMS OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE. SELECTED AND TRANSLATED FROM THE FRENCH, WITH AN INTRODUCTORY STUDY, BY F. P. STURM.
THE WALTER SCOTT PUBLISHING CO., LTD.,
LONDON AND NEWCASTLE-ON-TYNE.
NEW YORK: 3 EAST 14TH STREET.
I DEDICATE TO
MY FATHER AND MOTHER
THIS INTERPRETATION
OF A GREAT POET.
CONTENTS.
# Poems of Charles Baudelaire/A Landscape

A Landscape.
I would, when I compose my solemn verse,
Sleep near the heaven as do astrologers,
Near the high bells, and with a dreaming mind
Hear their calm hymns blown to me on the wind.
Out of my tower, with chin upon my hands,
I'll watch the singing, babbling human bands;
And see clock-towers like spars against the sky,
And heavens that bring thoughts of eternity;
And softly, through the mist, will watch the birth
Of stars in heaven and lamplight on the earth;
The threads of smoke that rise above the town;
The moon that pours her pale enchantment down.
Seasons will pass till Autumn fades the rose;
And when comes Winter with his weary snows,
I'll shut the doors and window-casements tight,
And build my faery palace in the night.
Then I will dream of blue horizons deep;
Of gardens where the marble fountains weep;
Of kisses, and of ever-singing birds—
A sinless Idyll built of innocent words.
And Trouble, knocking at my window-pane
And at my closet door, shall knock in vain;
I will not heed him with his stealthy tread,
Nor from my reverie uplift my head;
For I will plunge deep in the pleasure still
Of summoning the spring-time with my will,
Drawing the sun out of my heart, and there
With burning thoughts making a summer air.
# Poems of Charles Baudelaire/A Madrigal of Sorrow

A Madrigal of Sorrow.
What do I care though you be wise? Be sad, be beautiful; your tears But add one more charm to your eyes, As streams to valleys where they rise; And fairer every flower appears
After the storm. I love you most When joy has fled your brow downcast; When your heart is in horror lost, And o'er your present like a ghost Floats the dark shadow of the past.
I love you when the teardrop flows, Hot as blood, from your large eye; When I would hush you to repose Your heavy pain breaks forth and grows Into a loud and tortured cry.
And then, voluptuousness divine! Delicious ritual and profound! I drink in every sob like wine, And dream that in your deep heart shine The pearls wherein your eyes were drowned.
I know your heart, which overflows With outworn loves long cast aside, Still like a furnace flames and glows, And you within your breast enclose A damnèd soul's unbending pride;
But till your dreams without release Reflect the leaping flames of hell; Till in a nightmare without cease You dream of poison to bring peace, And love cold steel and powder well;
And tremble at each opened door, And feel for every man distrust, And shudder at the striking hour— Till then you have not felt the power Of Irresistible Disgust.
My queen, my slave, whose love is fear, When you awaken shuddering, Until that awful hour be here, You cannot say at midnight drear: "I am your equal, O my King!"
# Pfaff v. Commissioner of Internal Revenue

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United States Supreme Court
312 U.S. 646
PFAFF et al. v. COMMISSIONER OF INTERNAL REVENUE.
Argued: March 4, 5, 1941. --- Decided: March 31, 1941
Mr. Laurence Sovik, of Syracuse, N.Y., for petitioners.
Mr. Gordon Tweedy, of Washington, D.C., for respondent.
Mr. Justice REED delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Pfister v. Northern Illinois Finance Corporation

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United States Supreme Court
317 U.S. 144
Pfister v. Northern Illinois Finance Corporation
Argued: Oct. 19, 1942. --- Decided: Nov 16, 1942
See 317 U.S. 714, 63 S.Ct. 523, 87 L.Ed.
Mr. Elmer McClain, of Lima, Ohio, for petitioner.
Mr. Elmer C. Tobin, of Elgin, Ill., for respondents.
Mr. Justice REED delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Pflueger v. Sherman

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United States Supreme Court
293 U.S. 55
Pflueger v. Sherman
No. 21 Argued: Oct. 15, 16, 1934. --- Decided: Nov 5, 1934
Messrs. John Francis Neylan and Bartley C. Crum, both of San Francisco, Cal., for Pflueger et al.
Messrs. W. H. Lawrence and Alfred Sutro, both of San Francisco, Cal., for Sherman et al.
PER CURIAM.

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# Peyton v. Rowe

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United States Supreme Court
391 U.S. 54
Peyton, Penitentiary Superintendent v. Rowe et al.
Certiorari to the United States Court of Appeals for the Fourth Circuit
No. 802. Argued: March 27, 1968 --- Decided: May 20, 1968
Respondents, who are incarcerated under consecutive state prison sentences, have attacked as unconstitutional sentences which they have not begun to serve, in petitions for writs of habeas corpus which they have respectively filed in District Courts under 28 U.S.C. § 2241 (c)(3). That provision specifies that federal district courts may issue habeas corpus writs on behalf of petitioners who are "in custody in violation of the Constitution... of the United States." The District Courts, relying on McNally v. Hill, 293 U.S. 131 (1934), denied relief, holding that the petitions were premature since respondents were not "in custody" within the statute's meaning under the sentences which they were challenging and that respondents would not be able to attack those sentences until they started to serve them, which would not be until after 1990. The Court of Appeals reversed, reasoning that in light of more recent decisions this Court would no longer follow McNally.
Held: A prisoner serving consecutive sentences is "in custody" under any one of them for purposes of § 2241 (c)(3) and may in a federal habeas corpus proceeding thereunder challenge the constitutionality of a sentence scheduled for future service. The decision in McNally v. Hill, supra, which was compelled neither by statute nor history and which constitutes an indefensible barrier to prompt adjudication of constitutional claims in the federal courts, is overruled. Pp. 58-67.
383 F. 2d 709, affirmed.
Reno S. Harp III, Assistant Attorney General of Virginia, argued the cause for petitioner. With him on the briefs was Robert Y. Button, Attorney General.
John J. Kirby, Jr., argued the cause for respondents, pro hac vice. With him on the brief was Thomas S. Currier.

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# Peyton v. Stith

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United States Supreme Court
30 U.S. 485
Peyton v. Stith
APPEAL from the chancery side of the circuit court of the United States for the district of Kentucky.
In that court, Joseph Stith, the appellee, filed a bill for an injunction to stay perpetually proceedings by the appellants, on a judgment obtained by them in an ejectment instituted by them as the devisee of Francis Peyton, against Joseph Stith the appellee.
The relief sought by the complainant in the circuit court was founded on the allegation that one Jenkin Phillips, under whom the complainant claimed, made the first entry on the land in controversy; although it was admitted that the plaintiffs in the ejectment held under the eldest patent.
The circuit court decreed a perpetual injunction, as to so much of the land as fell within a certain location made under a survey ordered by that court, within the bounds of Jenkin Phillips's conveyed to the complainant. From the decree the respondents appealed to this court.
The facts are fully stated in the opinion of the court.
The case was argued by Mr Taylor and Mr Jones for the appellants; and by Mr Bibb and Mr Daniels for the appellees.
Mr Justice BALDWIN delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Pfaff v. Commissioner of Internal Revenue/Opinion of the Court

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United States Supreme Court
312 U.S. 646
PFAFF et al. v. COMMISSIONER OF INTERNAL REVENUE.
Argued: March 4, 5, 1941. --- Decided: March 31, 1941
This case presents the same question as Helvering v. Enright's Estate, 312 U.S. 636, 61 S.Ct. 777, 85 L.Ed. --, decided today. Petitioners are the executors of a deceased physician who during 1935 was a member of a medical partnership and entitled to forty per cent of its profits. He died December 25, 1935, on which date there were outstanding about $69,000 of partnership accounts receivable for services rendered to patients during his lifetime. His death worked a dissolution of the partnership under § 62(4) of the New York Partnership Law, Consol.Laws, c. 39. The decedent's interest in these accounts came to over $27,000. Both he and the partnership were on a cash basis. Pursuant to section 42 of the Revenue Act of 1934, 26 U.S.C.A. Int.Rev.Code, § 42, and article 42(1) of Treasury Regulations 86, the commissioner included the decedent's share of the accounts receivable in his 1935 income, though only at about one-fifth of face value. The Board of Tax Appeals sustained the commissioner's view of the statute, and also ruled that the valuation of the decedent's interest in the accounts at one-fifth of face value was amply supported. The Circuit Court of Appeals, without writing an opinion, affirmed the Board. 2 Cir., 113 F.2d 114. Because of a conflict with the Third Circuit's decision, 112 F.2d 919, in the Enright case, supra, we granted certiorari, 311 U.S. 639, 61 S.Ct. 140, 85 L.Ed. --.
There is no relevant difference between these facts and Helvering v. Enright's Estate. For the reasons stated in that opinion it was proper to include in the decedent's 1935 income the fair value of his interest in the accounts.
Affirmed.

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# Poems of Rural Life in the Dorset Dialect/Wayfeärèn

WAYFEAREN.
The sky wer clear, the zunsheen glow’d  On droopèn flowers drough the day, As I did beät the dousty road  Vrom hinder hills, a-feädèn gray;  Drough hollows up the hills,  Vrom knaps along by mills, Vrom mills by churches tow’rs, wi’ bells That twold the hours to woody dells.
An’ when the windèn road do guide  The thirsty vootman where mid flow The water vrom a rock bezide  His vootsteps, in a sheenèn bow;  The hand a-hollow’d up  Do beät a goolden cup, To catch an’ drink it, bright an’ cool, A-vallèn light ’ithin the pool.
​Zoo when, at last, I hung my head  Wi’ thirsty lips a-burnèn dry, I come bezide a river-bed  Where water flow’d so blue’s the sky;  An’ there I meäde me up  O’ coltsvoot leaf a cup, Where water vrom his lip o’ gray, Wer sweet to sip thik burnèn day.
But when our work is right, a jaÿ  Do come to bless us in its traïn, An’ hardships ha’ zome good to paÿ  The thoughtvul soul vor all their païn:  The het do sweetèn sheäde,  An’ weary lim’s ha’ meäde A bed o’ slumber, still an’ sound, By woody hill or grassy mound.
An’ while I zot in sweet delaÿ  Below an elem on a hill, Where boughs a-halfway up did swaÿ  In sheädes o’ lim’s above em still,  An’ blue sky show’d between  The flutt’rèn leäves o’ green; I woulden gi’e that gloom an’ sheäde Vor any room that wealth ha’ meäde.
But oh! that vo’k that have the roads  Where weary-vooted souls do pass, Would leäve bezide the stwone vor lwoads,  A little strip vor zummer grass;  That when the stwones do bruise  An’ burn an’ gall our tooes, We then mid cool our veet on beds O’ wild-thyme sweet, or deäisy-heads.
# Poems of Rural Life in the Dorset Dialect/What Dick an' I did

WHAT DICK AN’ I DID.
Last week the Browns ax’d nearly all  The naïghbours to a randy, An’ left us out o’t, girt an’ small,  Vor all we liv’d so handy; An’ zoo I zaid to Dick, “We’ll trudge,  When they be in their fun, min; An’ car up zome’hat to the rudge,  An’ jis’ stop up the tun, min.”
Zoo, wi’ the ladder vrom the rick,  We stole towards the house, An’ crope in roun’ behind en, lik’  A cat upon a mouse. Then, lookèn roun’, Dick whisper’d “How  Is theäse job to be done, min: Why we do want a faggot now,  Vor stoppèn up the tun, min.”
“Stan’ still,” I answer’d; “I’ll teäke ceäre  O’ that: why dussen zee The little grindèn stwone out there,  Below the apple-tree? Put up the ladder; in a crack  Shalt zee that I wull run, min, An’ teäke en up upon my back,  An’ soon stop up the tun, min.”
​Zoo up I clomb upon the thatch,  An’ clapp’d en on; an’ slided Right down ageän, an’ run drough hatch,  Behind the hedge, an’ hided. The vier that wer clear avore,  Begun to spweil their fun, min; The smoke all roll’d toward the door,  Vor I’d a-stopp’d the tun, min.
The maïdens cough’d or stopp’d their breath,  The men did hauk an’ spet; The wold vo’k bundled out from he’th  Wi’ eyes a-runnèn wet. “ ’T’ool choke us all,” the wold man cried,  “Whatever’s to be done, min? Why zome’hat is a-vell inside  O’ chimney drough the tun, min.”
Then out they scamper’d all, vull run,  An’ out cried Tom, “I think The grindèn-stwone is up on tun,  Vor I can zee the wink. This is some kindness that the vo’k  At Woodley have a-done, min; I wish I had em here, I’d poke  Their numskulls down the tun, min.”
Then off he zet, an’ come so quick  ’S a lamplighter, an’ brote The little ladder in vrom rick,  To clear the chimney’s droat. While I, a-chucklèn at the joke,  A-slided down, to run, min, To hidelock, had a-left the vo’k  As bad as na’r a tun, min.
# Poems of Rural Life in the Dorset Dialect/Wheat

WHEAT.
In brown-leav’d Fall the wheat a-left  ’Ithin its darksome bed, Where all the creakèn roller’s heft  Seal’d down its lowly head, Sprung sheäkèn drough the crumblèn mwold,  Green-yollow, vrom below, An’ bent its bleädes, a-glitt’rfen cwold,  At last in winter snow. ​ Zoo luck betide  The upland zide,  Where wheat do wride,  In corn-vields wide,  By crowns o’ Do’set Downs, O.
An’ while the screamèn bird-bwoy shook  Wi’ little zun-burnt hand, His clacker at the bright-wing’d rook,  About the zeeded land; His meäster there did come an’ stop  His bridle-champèn meäre, Wi’ thankvul heart, to zee his crop  A-comèn up so feäir.  As there awhile  By geäte or stile,  He gi’ed the chile  A cheerèn smile,  By crowns o’ Do’set Downs, O.
At last, wi’ ears o’ darksome red,  The yollow stalks did ply, A-swaÿèn slow, so heavy ’s lead,  In aïr a-blowèn by; An’ then the busy reapers laid  In row their russlèn grips, An’ sheäves, a-leänèn head by head,  Did meäke the stitches tips.  Zoo food’s a-vound,  A-comèn round,  Vrom zeed in ground,  To sheäves a-bound,  By crowns o’ Do’set Downs, O.
An’ now the wheat, in lofty lwoads,  Above the meäres’ broad backs, Do ride along the cracklèn rwoads,  Or dousty waggon-tracks. ​An’ there, mid every busy pick,  Ha’ work enough to do; An’ where, avore, we built woone rick,  Mid theäse year gi’e us two;  Wi’ God our friend,  An’ wealth to spend,  Vor zome good end,  That times mid mend,  In towns, an’ Do’set Downs, O.
Zoo let the merry thatcher veel  Fine weather on his brow, As he, in happy work, do kneel  Up roun’ the new-built mow, That now do zwell in sich a size,  An’ rise to sich a height, That, oh! the miller’s wistful eyes  Do sparkle at the zight.  An’ long mid stand,  A happy band,  To till the land,  Wi’ head an’ hand,  By crowns o’ Do’set Downs, O.
# Poems of Rural Life in the Dorset Dialect/Vull a Man

VULL A MAN.
No, I’m a man, I’m vull a man, You beät my manhood, if you can. You’ll be a man if you can teäke All steätes that household life do meäke. ​The love-toss’d child, a-croodlèn loud,  The bwoy a-screamèn wild in plaÿ, The tall grown youth a-steppèn proud,  The father staïd, the house’s staÿ.  No; I can boast if others can,   I’m vull a man.
A young-cheäk’d mother’s tears mid vall, When woone a-lost, not half man-tall, Vrom little hand, a-called vrom plaÿ, Do leäve noo tool, but drop a taÿ, An’ die avore he’s father-free  To sheäpe his life by his own plan; An’ vull an angel he shall be,  But here on e’th not vull a man,  No; I could boast if others can,   I’m vull a man.
I woonce, a child, war father-fed, An’ I’ve avound my childern bread; My eärm, a sister’s trusty crook, Is now a faïthvul wife’s own hook; An’ I’ve a-gone where vo’k did zend,  An’ gone upon my own free mind, An’ of’en at my own wits’ end.  A-led o’ God while I wer blind.  No; I could boast if others can   I’m vull a man.
An’ still, ov all my tweil ha’ won, My lovèn maïd an’ merry son, Though each in turn’s a jaÿ an’ ceäre, ’Ve a-had, an’ still shall have, their sheäre; An’ then, if God should bless their lives,  Why I mid zend vrom son to son ​My life, right on drough men an’ wives,  As long, good now, as time do run.  No; I could boast if others can,   I’m vull a man.
# Poems of Rural Life in the Dorset Dialect/Went Hwome

WENT HWOME.
Upon the slope, the hedge did bound The vield wi’ blossom-whited zide, An’ charlock patches, yollow-dyed, Did reach along the white-soil’d ground; An’ vo’k, a-comèn up vrom meäd,  Brought gil’cup meal upon the shoe; Or went on where the road did leäd,  Wi’ smeechy doust from heel to tooe. As noon did smite, wi’ burnèn light, The road so white, to Meldonley.
An’ I did tramp the zun-dried ground, By hedge-climb’d hills, a-spread wi’ flow’rs, An’ watershootèn dells, an’ tow’rs, By elem-trees a-hemm’d all round, ​To zee a vew wold friends, about  Wold Meldon, where I still ha’ zome, That bid me speed as I come out,  An’ now ha’ bid me welcome hwome, As I did goo, while skies wer blue, Vrom view to view, to Meldonley.
An’ there wer timber’d knaps, that show’d Cool sheädes, vor rest, on grassy ground, An’ thatch-brow’d windows, flower-bound, Where I could wish wer my abode. I pass’d the maïd avore the spring,  An’ shepherd by the thornèn tree; An’ heard the merry dréver zing,  But met noo kith or kin to me, Till I come down, vrom Meldon’s crown To rufs o’ brown, at Meldonley.
# Poems of Rural Life in the Dorset Dialect/Went vrom Hwome

WENT VROM HWOME.
The stream-be-wander’d dell did spread  Vrom height to woody height, An’ meäds did lie, a grassy bed,  Vor elem-sheädèn light. The milkmaïd by her white-horn’d cow,  Wi’ païl so white as snow, Did zing below the elem bough  A-swaÿèn to an’ fro.
An’ there the evenèn’s low-shot light  Did smite the high tree-tops, An’ rabbits vrom the grass, in fright,  Did leäp ’ithin the copse. An’ there the shepherd wi’ his crook,  An’ dog bezide his knee, Went whisslèn by, in aïr that shook  The ivy on the tree.
An’ on the hill, ahead, wer bars  A-showèn dark on high, Avore, as eet, the evenèn stars  Did twinkle in the sky, An’ then the last sweet evenèn-tide  That my long sheäde vell there, I went down Brindon’s thymy zide,  To my last sleep at Ware.