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# Gitanjali/14

14
My desires are many and my cry is pitiful, but ever didst thou save me by hard refusals; and this strong mercy has been wrought into my life through and through.
Day by day thou art making me worthy of the simple, great gifts that thou gavest to me unasked—this sky and the light, this body and the life and the mind—saving me from perils of overmuch desire.
There are times when I languidly linger and times when I awaken and hurry in search of my goal; but cruelly thou hidest thyself from before me.
Day by day thou art making me worthy of thy full acceptance by refusing me ever and anon, saving me from perils of weak, uncertain desire.
# Gitanjali/16

16
I have had my invitation to this world's festival, and thus my life has been blessed. My eyes have seen and my ears have heard.
It was my part at this feast to play upon my instrument, and I have done all I could.
​ Now, I ask, has the time come at last when I may go in and see thy face and offer thee my silent salutation?
# Gitanjali/102

102
I boasted among men that I had known you. They see your pictures in all works of mine. They come and ask me, "Who is he?" I know not how to answer them. I say, "Indeed, I cannot tell." They blame me and they go away in scorn. And you sit there smiling.
I put my tales of you into lasting songs. The secret gushes out from my heart. They come and ask me, "Tell me all your meanings." I know not how to answer them. I say, "Ah, who knows what they mean!" They smile and go away in utter scorn. And you sit there smiling.
# Gitanjali/103

103
In one salutation to thee, my God, let all my senses spread out and touch this world at thy feet.
Like a rain-cloud of July hung low with its burden of unshed showers let all my mind bend down at thy door in one salutation to thee.
Let all my songs gather together their diverse strains into a single current and flow to a sea of silence in one salutation to thee.
Like a flock of homesick cranes flying night and day back to their mountain nests let all my life take its voyage to its eternal home in one salutation to thee.
# Gitanjali/13

13
The song that I came to sing remains unsung to this day.
I have spent my days in stringing and in unstringing my instrument.
The time has not come true, the words have not been rightly set; only there is the agony of wishing in my heart.
The blossom has not opened; only the wind is sighing by.
I have not seen his face, nor have I listened to his voice; only I have heard his gentle footsteps from the road before my house.
The livelong day has passed in spreading his seat on the floor; but the lamp has not been lit and I cannot ask him into my house.
I live in the hope of meeting with him; but this meeting is not yet.
# Gitanjali/15

15
I am here to sing thee songs. In this hall of thine I have a corner seat.
In thy world I have no work to do; my useless life can only break out in tunes without a purpose.
When the hour strikes for thy silent worship at the dark temple of midnight, command me, my master, to stand before thee to sing.
When in the morning air the golden harp is tuned, honour me, commanding my presence.
# Goodyear Tire Rubber Company v. Ray-O-Vac Company

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United States Supreme Court
321 U.S. 275
Goodyear Tire Rubber Company v. Ray-O-Vac Company
Argued: Feb. 2, 1944. --- Decided: Feb 28, 1944
Messrs. William E. Chilton and Albert R. Golrick, both of Cleveland, Ohio, for petitioners.
Messrs. Bernard A. Schroeder, of Chicago, Ill., and Gerhard A. Gesell, of Washington, D.C., for respondent.
Mr. Justice ROBERTS delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Goodyear Tire Rubber Company v. United States (276 U.S. 287)

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United States Supreme Court
276 U.S. 287
Goodyear Tire Rubber Company v. United States (276 U.S. 287)
Argued: Jan. 10, 1928. --- Decided: March 12, 1928
Messrs. Spencer Gordon and Dean G. Acheson, both of Washington, D. C., for petitioner.
[Argument of Counsel from page 288 intentionally omitted]
The Attorney General and Mr. Alfred A. Wheat, of Washington, D. C., for the United States.
[Argument of Counsel from page 289 intentionally omitted]
Mr. Justice SANFORD delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Goodyear Dental Vulcanite Company v. Davis

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United States Supreme Court
102 U.S. 222
Goodyear Dental Vulcanite Company v. Davis
APPEAL from the Circuit Court of the United States for the District of Masschusetts.
This was a bill in equity brought by the Goodyear Dental Vulcanite Company against Charles G. Davis, alleging his infringement of reissued letters-patent No. 1904, dated March 21, 1865, and granted to the complainant, as assignee of John A. Cummings, for an improvement in artificial gums and plates.
The bill was, on a final hearing upon the pleadings and proofs, dismissed. The complainant appealed here.
The facts are fully stated in the opinion of the court.
The case was argued by Mr. William Henry Clifford and Mr. Benjamin F. Lee for the appellant, and by Mr. Henry Baldwin, Jr., and Mr. William D. Shipman, for the appellee.
Mr. JUSTICE STRONG delivered the opinion of the court.

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# Goodyear Tire Rubber Company v. United States (273 U.S. 100)

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United States Supreme Court
273 U.S. 100
Goodyear Tire Rubber Company v. United States
Argued: Dec. 9, 1926. --- Decided: Jan 3, 1927
Messrs. George Rublee and Spencer Gordon, both of Washington, D. C., for appellant.
The Attorney General and Mr. W. D. Mitchell, Sol. Gen., of Washington, D. C., for the United States.
Mr. Justice STONE delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Goodyear Tire Rubber Company v. United States

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# Fugitive Poetry. 1600–1878/In Greenwich Churchyard

In Greenwich Churchyard.
On Two Young Children.
Ere sin could blight, or sorrow fade, Death came with friendly care, The opening buds to Heaven conveyed, And bade them blossom there.
# Fugitive Poetry. 1600–1878/In Hurstpierpoint Churchyard, Sussex

In Hurstpierpoint Churchyard, Sussex.
When dire disease obstructs the labouring breath, When the heart sickens and each pulse is death, Even then Religion shall sustain the just, Grace their last moments, nor desert their dust.
# Fugitive Poetry. 1600–1878/In Allhallows Church (Oxford)

In Allhallows Church (Oxford).
What others singly wish, age, wisdom, wealth, Children to propagate their names and blood, Chief place in city oft, unphysicked health, And that which seasons all, the name of good; In Levens were all mixed, yet all are gone, Only the good name lasts; that look upon.
# Fugitive Poetry. 1600–1878/In Barrow-Upon-Soar Churchyard, Leicester

In Barrow-Upon-Soar Churchyard, Leicester.
On Cave.
Here, in the Grave, there lies a Cave, We call a Cave a Grave— If Cave be Grave, and Grave be Cave, Then, reader, judge, I crave, Whether doth Cave here lie in Grave, Or Grave here lie in Cave; If Grave in Cave here buried be, Then, Grave, where is thy victory? Go, reader, and report, here lies a Cave, Who conquers Death, and buries his own Grava.
# Fugitive Poetry. 1600–1878/In Cowie Churchyard ("This little spot is all our lot…")

In Cowie Churchyard.
This little spot is all our lot, And all that kings acquire; Our homes above, a gift of love— Oh, reader! there aspire.
# Fugitive Poetry. 1600–1878/In Fetteresso Churchyard ("Pain was my portion…")

IN FETTERESSO CHURCHYARD.
Pain was my portion, Physic was my food; Sighs were my devotion; Drugs did me no good:
Till Christ my Redeemer, Who knows what is best; To ease me of my pain, Has taken me to my rest.
# Fugitive Poetry. 1600–1878/In Cowie Churchyard ("Here lies the man, for aught we know…")

In Cowie Churchyard.
Here lies the man, for aught we know, That lived and died without a foe, Now mouldering here, beneath that clod— "An honest man's the noblest work of God.
# Fugitive Poetry. 1600–1878/In Dinton Churchyard

From a Gravestone in Same Churchyard.
I've plodded through life's weary way, In various callings of the day. A ploughboy first in Suffolk born, I turned straight furrows for the corn, In days when farmers lodged their men, And held their conduct under ken. The squire's chariot next I drove; By industry to rise I strove. I then, alas! engaged an Inn, Temptation strong to vice and sin. Ere long I left the revel scene For purer ways and more serene, And village children next did train, And aimed subjection to maintain To God, to Parents, Pastors, Masters, And guide them thus through life's disasters. Now my works in death are ended, Worthless all with error blended. In penitence and faith, 0 Lord! I lean on Christ, the Incarnate Word. At the Archangel's thrilling blast, Oh! take me to Thyself at last!
# Fugitive Poetry. 1600–1878/In Fetteresso Churchyard ("Our life is short…")

In Fetteresso Churchyard.
Our life is short, and 'tis Full of sorrow, We're here to-day and straight Are gone to-morrow.
# Fugitive Poetry. 1600–1878/In High Wycomb Churchyard

In High Wycomb Churchyard.
Death is a fisherman—the world we see A fish-pond is, and we the fishes be; He sometimes angler-like doth with us play, And slyly takes us one by one away.
# Gregory v. Van Ee

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United States Supreme Court
160 U.S. 643
Gregory v. Van Ee
[Syllabus from pages 643-645 intentionally omitted]
F. A. Brooks and E. J. Phelps, for appellant.
Russell Gray, for appellee.
Mr. Chief Justice FULLER, after stating the facts in the foregoing language, delivered the opinion of the court.

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# Gregory’s Lessee v. Setter

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SUPREME COURT of Pennʃylvania :
GREGORY'S Leʃʃee verʃus SETTER.
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It was oppofed by the Defendant's counfel, who admitted that parol evidence might be given of a declaration made beƒore, or at the time of the execution of the Deed ; but contended, that it was not admiffible to prove a declaration aƒter; and they cited 1 Alk. 447.520. 1 State Laws 462. 2 Black. Rep. 1249. 1250.
by the court:— In this cafe a deed was made of the houfe in queftion to Mrs.Gregory in fee fimple ; and evidence is offered to prove, that the purchafe was made with the money of her deceafed hufband, part of which belonged to his children, and that the purchafe was for their and her ufe. If the acknowledged this fact at any time, it amounts to a confeffion againft herfelf, which may certainly be given in evidence.
Let the witnefs be fworm.
# Greiner v. Lewellyn

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United States Supreme Court
258 U.S. 384
Greiner v. Lewellyn
Argued: March 22, 1922. --- Decided: April 10, 1922
Messrs. W. D. Stewart, of Pittsburgh, Pa., Levi Cooke, of Washington, D. C., and M. W. Acheson, Jr., of Pittsburgh, Pa., for plaintiff in error.
[Argument of Counsel from pages 384-386 intentionally omitted]
Mr. James M. Beck, Sol. Gen., of Washington, D. C., for defendant in error.
Mr. Justice BRANDEIS delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Geronimo's Story of His Life/Chapter 23

CHAPTER XXIII
Hopes for the Future
I am thankful that the President of the United States has given me permission to tell my story. I hope that he and those in authority under him will read my story and judge whether my people have been rightly treated.
There is a great question between the Apaches and the Government. For twenty years we have been held prisoners of war under a treaty which was made with General Miles, on the part of the United States Government, and myself as the representative of the Apaches. That treaty has not at all times been properly observed by the Government, although at the present time it is being more nearly fulfilled on their part than heretofore. In the treaty with General Miles we agreed to go to a place outside of ​Arizona and learn to live as the white people do. I think that my people are now capable of living in accordance with the laws of the United States, and we would, of course, like to have the liberty to return to that land which is ours by divine right. We are reduced in numbers, and having learned how to cultirate the soil would not require so much ground as was formerly necessary. We do not ask all of the land which the Almighty gave us in the beginning, but that we may have sufficient lands there to cultivate. What we do not need we are glad for the white men to cultivate.
We are now held on Comanche and Kiowa lands, which are not suited to our needs—these lands and this climate are suited to the Indians who originally inhabited this country, of course, but our people are decreasing in numbers here, and will continue to decrease unless they are allowed to return to their native land. Such a result is inevitable.
​There is no climate or soil which, to my mind, is equal to that of Arizona. We could have plenty of good cultivating land, plenty of grass, plenty of timber and plenty of minerals in that land which the Almighty created for the Apaches. It is my land, my home, my fathers' land, to which I now ask to be allowed to return. I want to spend my last days there, and be buried among those mountains. If this could be I might die in peace, feeling that my people, placed in their native homes, would increase in numbers, rather than diminish as at present, and that our name would not become extinct.
I know that if my people were placed in that mountainous region lying around the headwaters of the Gila River they would live in peace and act according to the will of the President. They would be prosperous and happy in tilling the soil and learning the civilization of the white men, whom they now respect. Could I but see this accomplished, I think I could forget all the ​wrongs that I have ever received, and die a contented and happy old man. But we can do nothing in this matter ourselves—we must wait until those in authority choose to act. If this cannot be done during my lifetime—if I must die in bondage—I hope that the remnant of the Apache tribe may, when I am gone, be granted the one privilege which they request—to return to Arizona.
# Getting Married/The Limits of Democracy

Now if England had been governed in the past by statesmen willing to be ruled by such public opinion as that, she would have been wiped off the political map long ago. The modern notion that democracy means governing a country according to the ignorance of its majorities is never more disastrous than when there is some question of sexual morals to be dealt with. The business of a democratic statesman is not, as some of us seem to think, to convince the voters that he knows no better than they as to the methods of attaining their common ends, but on the contrary to convince them that he knows much better than they do, and therefore differs from them on every possible question of method. The voter's duty is to take care that the Government consists of men whom he can trust to devize or support institutions making for the common welfare. This is highly skilled work; and to be governed by people who set about it as the man in the street would set about it is to make straight for "red ruin and the breaking up of laws." Voltaire said that Mr Everybody is wiser than anybody; and whether he is or not, it is his will that must prevail; but the will and the way are two very different things. For example, it is the will of the people on a hot day that the means of relief from the effects of the heat should be within the reach of everybody. Nothing could be more innocent, more hygienic, more important to the social welfare. But the way of the people on such occasions is mostly to drink large quantities of beer, or, among the more luxurious classes, iced claret cup, lemon squashes, and the like. To take a moral illustration, the will to suppress misconduct and secure efficiency in work is general and salutary; but the notion that the best and only effective way is by complaining, scolding, punishing, and revenging is equally general. When Mrs Squeers opened an abscess on her pupil's head with an inky penknife, her object was entirely laudable: her heart was in the right place: a statesman interfering with her on the ground that he did not want the boy cured would have deserved impeachment for gross tyranny. But a statesman tolerating amateur surgical practice with inky penknives in school would be a very bad Minister of Education. It is on the question of method that your expert comes in; and though I am democrat enough to insist that he must first convince a representative body of amateurs that his way is the right way and Mrs Squeers's way the wrong way, yet I very strongly object to any tendency to flatter Mrs Squeers into the belief that her way is in the least likely to be the right way, or that any other test is to be applied to it except the test of its effect on human welfare.
# Getting Married/Remoteness of the Facts from the Ideal

But before we allow this to deter us from touching the sacred fabric, we must find out whether it is not already coming to pieces in all directions by the continuous strain of circumstances. No doubt, if it were all that it pretends to be, and human nature were working smoothly within its limits, there would be nothing more to be said: it would be let alone as it always is let alone during the cruder stages of civilization. But the moment we refer to the facts, we discover that the ideal matrimony and domesticity which our bigots implore us to preserve as the corner stone of our society is a figment: what we have really got is something very different, questionable at its best, and abominable at its worst. The word pure, so commonly applied to it by thoughtless people, is absurd; because if they do not mean celibate by it, they mean nothing; and if they do mean celibate, then marriage is legalized impurity, a conclusion which is offensive and inhuman. Marriage as a fact is not in the least like marriage as an ideal. If it were, the sudden changes which have been made on the continent from indissoluble Roman Catholic marriage to marriage that can be dissolved by a box on the ear as in France, by an epithet as in Germany, or simply at the wish of both parties as in Sweden, not to mention the experiments made by some of the American States, would have shaken society to its foundations. Yet they have produced so little effect that Englishmen open their eyes in surprise when told of their existence.
# Getting Married/The Cost of Divorce

But please do not imagine that the evils of indissoluble marriage can be cured by divorce laws administered on our present plan. The very cheapest undefended divorce, even when conducted by a solicitor for its own sake and that of humanity, costs at least 30 pounds out-of-pocket expenses. To a client on business terms it costs about three times as much. Until divorce is as cheap as marriage, marriage will remain indissoluble for all except the handful of people to whom 100 pounds is a procurable sum. For the enormous majority of us there is no difference in this respect between a hundred and a quadrillion. Divorce is the one thing you may not sue for in forma pauperis.
Let me, then, recommend as follows:
# Getting Married/The Criminology of Marriage

The pathology of marriage involves the possibility of the most horrible crime imaginable: that of the person who, when suffering from contagious disease, forces the conta- gion on another person by an act of violence. Such an act . occurring between unmarried people would, within the mem- ory of persons now living, have exposed the aggressor to the. penalty of death; and it is still punished unmercifully by an extreme term of penal servitude when it occurs, as it some- times does, through the hideous countryside superstition that it effects a cure when the victim is a virgin. Marriage makes this outrage absolutely legal. You may with impunity do to the person to whom you are married what you may not do to the most despised outcast of the streets. And this is. only the extreme instance of the outlawry which our marriage laws effect. In our anxiety to provide for ourselves a little private Alsatia in which we can indulge ourselves as we please without reproach or interference from law, religion, or even conscience (and this is what marriage has come to mean to many of us), we have forgotten that we cannot escape re- straints without foregoing rights; that all the laws that are needed to compel strangers to respect us are equally if not more necessary to compel our husbands and wives to respect us; and that society without law, whether between two or two million persons, means tyranny and slavery. If the incorrigible sentimentalists here raise their little pipe of "Not if they love one another," I tell them, with such patience as is possible, that if they had ever had five minute , experience of love they would know that love is itself a tyranny requiring special safeguards; that people will per- petrate "for the sake of" those they love, exactions and sub- missions that they would never dream of proposing to or suffering from those they dislike or regard with indiffer- ence; that healthy marriages are partnerships of companion- able and affectionate friendship; that cases of chronic life long love, whether sentimental or sensual, ought to be sent to the doctor if not to the executioner; and that honorable men and women, when their circumstances permit it, are so far from desiring to be placed helplessly at one another' mercy that they employ every device the law now admits of, from the most stringent marriage settlements to the employ- ment of separate legal advisers, to neutralize the Alsatian evils of the marriage law.