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# The Poetical Works of Elizabeth Margaret Chandler/Twilight Thoughts
## Twilight Thoughts

The sun hath set in glory—and a fold Of burnish'd purple lies upon the sky, Like the rich thought of some just parted joy, Yet thrilling vividly around the heart. The year's first sunset;—'t is most beautiful! Would it might be an augury of good To the fair land it shines on. But, alas! What may we hope of blessing for the head Of unrepenting guilt;—or, for the hand —Red with the stain of murder, full of wrong And foul oppression—shamelessly stretch'd out To scatter to the winds the solemn oaths Of broken treaty bands. The red man looks Across his fathers’ lands, and thinks how once They fed the white-brow'd stranger, when he came With his weak hand to their low forest hut, And they could well have crush'd him. Now he seeks From the poor wasted remnant of their sons, To rend their last few acres,—sacred spots Where the dead lie unsepulchred!—and drive The newly blest ones from their scarce found joys Of home and social love, to be again Sad houseless wanderers!
Years go circling by With all their rolling suns and changing scenes, In regular progression, and the slave Still bends his aching forehead to the toil That brings him no reward. Another year!— And still the Christian loads his brother's neck With the vile weight of fetters—tasks his arm And goads his sinews to their daily toil, With the keen lash, or, in the market-place, Bids him be number'd with the brute and sold! Another year! and shall that too go by, And find his wrongs uncared for? Shall he still Groan ‘neath his lot till life at last goes out, And win no sympathy? Oh ye who love Your Maker's image, even in the slave, Shake from your hearts all thoughts of selfishness, And with tears, prayers, and every energy, Stretch'd to its firmest purpose, in his cause, Cease not to plead, to struggle, to persuade, 'Till ye have won him back his long lost rights, Or your own hearts are slumbering in death
# The Poetical Works of John Keats/A Portrait

A PORTRAIT.
"He is to weet a melancholy carle:
Thin in the waist, with bushy head of hair.
As hath the seeded thistle, when a parle
It holds with Zephyr, ere it sendeth fair
Its light balloons into the summer air;
Thereto his beard had not begun to bloom,
No brush had touched his chin, or razor sheer;
No care had touched his cheek with mortal doom,
But new he was, and bright, as scarf from Persian loom.   "Ne cared he for wine or half-and-half;
Ne cared he for fish, or flesh, or fowl;
And sauces held he worthless as the chaff;
He 'sdeigned the swine-head at the wassail-bowl;
Ne with lewd ribbalds sat he cheek by jowl;
Ne with sly lemans in the scorner's chair;
But after water-brooks this pilgrim's soul
Panted, and all his food was woodland air;
Though he would oft-times feast on gilliflowers rare.   "The slang of cities in no wise he knew,
Tipping the wink to him was heathen Greek;
He sipped no "olden Tom," or "ruin blue,"
Or Nantz, or cherry-brandy, drank full meek
By many a damsel brave, and rouge of cheek;
Nor did he know each agea watchman's beat,
Nor in obscured purlieus would he seek
For curled Jewesses, with ankles neat,
Who, as they walk abroad, make tinkling with their feet."
# The Poetical Works of Elizabeth Margaret Chandler/True Friendship
## True Friendship

They say this world is fraught with guile They say that lips may wear a smile, And yet the heart be cold the while, As Zembla's sparkling icicle.
They say that those beloved for years, Will fly when adverse fate appears, And meet us ‘midst our lonely tears, With eye averted scornfully.
Believe it not—oh no! oh no! True hearts there are, that love not so, But closer twine in grief and woe, And love ev'n more in misery!
There may be some, perchance, whose eye Will only smile when hope is high, And from the couch of sorrow fly, To meet in sounds of revelry.
Yet think not all are false and fair! Though hearts of truth, alas! be rare, Some, some, at least, will surely bear The test of dark adversity.
# The Poetical Works of Elizabeth Margaret Chandler/What Is A Slave, Mother
## What Is A Slave, Mother

What is a slave, mother?—I heard you say That word with a sorrowful voice, one day; And it came again to my thoughts last night, As I laid awake in the broad moonlight; Methinks I have heard a story told, Of some poor men, who are bought and sold, And driven abroad with stripes to toil, The live-long day on a stranger's soil; Is this true mother?
May children as young as I be sold, And torn away from their mother's hold— From home—from all they have loved and known, To dwell in the great wide world alone, Far, far away in some distant place, Where they never may see their parents’ face? Ah! how I should weep to be torn from you! Tell me, dear mother, can this be true? Alas, yes, my child.
Does the master love the slave child well, That he takes away in his house to dwell? Does he teach him all that he ought to know, And wipe his tears when they sometimes flow— And watch beside him in sickness and pain, Till health comes back to his cheek again— And kneel each night by his side to pray, That God will keep him through life's rough way? Alas, no, my child.
Ah, then must the tales I have heard be true, Of the cruel things that the masters do; That the poor slaves often must creep to bed, On their scatter'd straw, but scantily fed; Be sometimes loaded with heavy chains; And flogg'd till their blood the keen lash stains; While none will care for their bitter cry, Or soothe their hearts when their grief is high. It is so, my child.
And is it not, mother, a sinful thing, The bosoms of others with pain to wring— To bid them go labour and delve the soil, And seize the reward of their weary toil— For men to tear men from their homes away, And sell them for gold, like a lawful prey! Oh surely the land where such deeds are done, Must be a most savage and wicked one! It is this, my child.
# The Poetical Works of Elizabeth Margaret Chandler/Where Are They?
## Where Are They?

I came to the halls of my fathers, and asked, “Where are they?” and the echoes answered “where.”
Where are they? where! they all are gone, Whose smiles were wont to answer mine, When in the hours that long have flown, These halls were fond affection's shrine?
Gray moss is on the smooth flag-stone, That once was worn with bounding feet, When eyes, now dim, all brightly shone, And minstrel's song resounded sweet.
The harp still decks the mouldering walls, With all its tuneful chords unstrung, And silent are the echoing halls, Where oft the merry laugh has rung.
Where now are all the lips and eyes, Whose smiles once cheer'd my native bower? And where are those whose parting sighs, I've treasured many a weary hour?
There many a cheek was wet with tears, And choking voices sigh'd adieu, But now no friendly form appears, Of all the wanderer's childhood knew.
I called, Where are they? but in vain— There was no friend to greet me there— The harp's last chord then burst in twain, And echo only answer'd “Where?”
# The Poetical Works of John Keats

THE
POETICAL WORKS
OF
JOHN KEATS.
BOSTON:
DeWOLFE, FISKE & COMPANY,
365 Washington Street.
1884.
CONTENTS.
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# The Poetical Works of John Keats/A Prophecy

A PROPHECY.
'Tis the witching hour of night,
Orbed is the moon and bright,
And the stars they glisten, glisten,
Seeming with bright eyes to listen— For what listen they?
For a song and for a charm,
See they glisten in alarm,
And the moon is waxing warm
To her what I shall say.
Moon! keep wide thy golden ears— Hearken, stars ! and hearken, spheres!— Hearken, thou eternal sky!
I sing an infant's lullaby,
A pretty lullaby.
Listen, listen, listen, listen,
Glisten, glisten, glisten, glisten, And hear my lullaby!
Though the rushes that will make
Its cradle still are in the lake— Though the linen that will be
Its swathe, is on the cotton tree— Though the woollen that will keep
It warm, is on the silly sheep— Listen, starlight, listen, listen,
Glisten, glisten, glisten, glisten.
And hear my lullaby.
Child, I see thee! Child, I've found thee
Midst of the quiet all around thee!
Child, I see thee! Child, I spy thee!
And thy mother sweet is nigh thee!
Child, I know thee! Child no more,
But a Poet evermore!
See, see, the lyre, the lyre,
In a flame of fire,
Upon the little cradle's top
Flaring, flaring, flaring,
Past the eyesight's bearing.
Awake it from its sleep,
And see if it can keep
Its eyes upon the blaze— Amaze, amaze!
It stares, it stares, it stares,
It dares what no one dares!
It lifts its little hand into the flame
Unharmed, and on the strings
Paddles a little tune, and sings,
With dumb endeavor sweetly— Bard art thou completely!
Little child
O' th' western wild,
Bard art thou completely!
Sweetly with dumb endeavor,
A Poet now or never,
Little child
O' th' western wild,
A poet now or never!
# The Reminiscences of Carl Schurz

Originally A Sketch of Carl Schurz's Political Career 1869-1906 formed a second part of Volume Three; since this was not written by Carl Schurz, it has been separated from the material here. The index which accompanied Volume Three is omitted.
Volume One 1829-1852 Volume Two 1852-1863 Volume Three 1863-1870
Copyright, 1908, by Carl L. Schurz
Copyright, 1907, 1908, by The S. S. McClure Company
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# The Reminiscences of Carl Schurz/Volume One

A scan-backed version of this volume with fewer illustrations can be found at Volume One (with scans).
THE
REMINISCENCES
OF
CARL SCHURZ
VOLUME ONE
1829-1852
CARL SCHURZ IN 1906
TABLE OF CONTENTS
| CHAPTER | CHAPTER | PAGE |
| | List of Illustrations |
| I | Family History | 3 |
| II | Childhood in Liblar | 21 |
| III | At the Gymnasium in Cologne | 53 |
| IV | At the University of Bonn | 90 |
| V | Beginnings of Revolution, 1848 | 112 |
| VI | Uprising in Germany—Students' Participation | 134 |
| VII | Campaigns in the Palatinate and Baden—Escape from Rastatt | 179 |
| VIII | Refugee in Switzerland | 237 |
| IX | Return to Germany—Rachel | 254 |
| X | Liberation of Kinkel | 285 |
| XI | Flight with Kinkel to England | 317 |
| XII | Sojourn in Paris | 342 |
| XIII | Return to London, Mission to Switzerland—Mazzini, Kossuth | 367 |
| XIV | Refugee Life in London—Marriage and Departure for America | 389 |

## External links

* Facsimile of Volume One at the Internet Archive
* Lebenserinnerungen bis zum Jahre 1852 (the original German version of Volume One available at German Wikisource).
See the Reminiscences talk page for more details.
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# The Richmond Times-Dispatch

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Richmond Times-Dispatch
Content exists for this periodical, though at this stage it is not specifically organised beyond a basic hierarchy.
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Special:PrefixIndex/The Richmond Times-Dispatch/

## Manual aggregation

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| Date | Title | Author |
| 1907-05-06May 6, 1907 | Pokahuntas Bell | |
| 1907-06-16June 16, 1907 | Pokahuntas Bell: Pleasant Presentation at Fort Boon on Exposition Grounds | |
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# The Richmond

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United States Supreme Court
103 U.S. 540
The Richmond
APPEAL from the Circuit Court of the United States for the District of Louisiana.
This was a libel filed by Shirley and others, owners of the steamboat 'Sabine.' They allege, in substance, that between two and three o'clock of the morning of Feb. 11, 1872, while she was descending the Mississippi River about twelve miles above New Orleans, the steamer 'Richmond' ran into and sunk her; that the collision was owing entirely to the gross and culpable negligence of the officers and pilot of the 'Richmond;' and that the libellants suffered damages to the sum of $37,500.
The owners of the 'Richmond' filed an answer and cross-libel, claiming $12,000 damages.
The Merchants' Mutual Insurance Company filed its libel against the 'Richmond' and the 'Sabine,' alleging that it had insured the cargo of the 'Sabine,' and paid a large sum on the policy, and that both vessels were at fault.
Other intervenors appeared and filed their respective libels.
The suits were consolidated. The District Court dismissed the libel April 14, 1873. An appeal was prayed for and allowed to the Circuit Court, which adjudged and decreed, April 19, 1875, that the libel of the 'Sabine' be dismissed with costs; that the 'Richmond' recover of the 'Sabine' all damages the 'Richmond' suffered by the collision; that the libel of the Merchants' Mutual Insurance Company against the 'Sabine' and the 'Richmond' be dismissed as to the 'Richmond;' and that said company and intervenors have judgment against N. C. Selby, master of the steamer 'Sabine,' for all damages sustained by the company by reason of said collision, with privilege on any balance of the proceeds in the registry arising from the sale of the 'Sabine.'
It was further ordered that it be referred to J. W. Gurley, United States commissioner, to ascertain and report the damage sustained by the 'Richmond,' the Merchants' Mutual Insurance Company, and the intervenors. He reported, June 4, 1875, that the 'Richmond' had sustained damages in the sum of $7,392.60. He subsequently filed a report of the losses of the Merchants' Mutual Insurance Company and of the various insurance companies, subrogees of the individual intervenors.
The court, March 11, 1876, confirmed the report and condemned the sureties on the bond of the 'Sabine' to pay the amount for which they respectively bound themselves. The owners of the 'Sabine' and the various insurance companies prayed an appeal from the decrees of the Circuit Court.
The insurance companies who claimed to be subrogated to the rights of the individual intervenors filed no new pleadings.
Mr. Bentinck Egan, Mr. R. H. Marr, and Mr. Charles B. Singleton for the appellants.
Mr. Given Campbell, contra.
MR. CHIEF JUSTICE WAITE delivered the opinion of the court.

## Notes

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# The Rich Man and the Tanner

Perry index 204
* "The Rich Man and the Tanner", translated by George Fyler Townsend, in Three Hundred Æsop's Fables (1867)
* "The Rich Man and the Tanner", translated by Vernon Stanley Jones, in Æsop's fables: A New Translation (1912)
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# The Spirit of Poetry

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* "The Spirit of Poetry", a poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
* "The Spirit of Poetry", a poem by Frances Sargent Osgood
* "The Spirit of Poetry", a poem by Agnes Louisa Storrie
# The Spirit of Poetry (Longfellow)

There is a quiet spirit in these woods, That dwells where'er the gentle south-wind blows; Where, underneath the white-thorn, in the glade, The wild flowers bloom, or, kissing the soft air, The leaves above their sunny palms outspread. With what a tender and impassioned voice It fills the nice and delicate ear of thought, When the fast ushering star of morning comes O'er-riding the gray hills with golden scarf; Or when the cowled and dusky-sandaled Eve, In mourning weeds, from out the western gate, Departs with silent pace! That spirit moves In the green valley, where the silver brook, From its full laver, pours the white cascade; And, babbling low amid the tangled woods, Slips down through moss-grown stones with endless laughter. And frequent, on the everlasting hills, Its feet go forth, when it doth wrap itself In all the dark embroidery of the storm, And shouts the stern, strong wind. And here, amid The silent majesty of these deep woods, Its presence shall uplift thy thoughts from earth, As to the sunshine and the pure, bright air Their tops the green trees lift. Hence gifted bards Have ever loved the calm and quiet shades. For them there was an eloquent voice in all The sylvan pomp of woods, the golden sun, The flowers, the leaves, the river on its way, Blue skies, and silver clouds, and gentle winds, The swelling upland, where the sidelong sun Aslant the wooded slope, at evening, goes, Groves, through whose broken roof the sky looks in, Mountain, and shattered cliff, and sunny vale, The distant lake, fountains, and mighty trees, In many a lazy syllable, repeating Their old poetic legends to the wind.
 And this is the sweet spirit, that doth fill The world; and, in these wayward days of youth, My busy fancy oft embodies it, As a bright image of the light and beauty That dwell in nature; of the heavenly forms We worship in our dreams, and the soft hues That stain the wild bird's wing, and flush the clouds When the sun sets. Within her tender eye The heaven of April, with its changing light, And when it wears the blue of May, is hung, And on her lip the rich, red rose. Her hair Is like the summer tresses of the trees, When twilight makes them brown, and on her cheek Blushes the richness of an autumn sky, With ever-shifting beauty. Then her breath, It is so like the gentle air of Spring, As, front the morning's dewy flowers, it comes Full of their fragrance, that it is a joy To have it round us, and her silver voice Is the rich music of a summer bird, Heard in the still night, with its passionate cadence.
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# The Spirit of Russia/Volume 1

Translated from the German original Russland und Europa, 1913
TABLE OF CONTENTS.
PAGE
Introductory Chapter .
PART ONE.
THE PROBLEMS OF RUSSIAN PHILOSOPHY OF HISTORY AND PHILOSOPHY OF RELIGION
Chapter One: "Holy Russia." Moscow as Third Rome.
§1.Kievic Old Russia.
I
II
III
* §47.See Translators' Foreword, page xii.
PART TWO.
SKETCHES OF RUSSIAN PHILOSOPHY OF HISTORY AND PHILOSOPHY OF RELIGION
I
II
III
Chapter Ten: Westernism. V. G. Bělinskii.
I
II
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# The Prince (Hill Thomson)

Written in 1513, translated in 1910.

## Contents

* Dedication
* Chapter I: Of the Various Kinds of Princedom, and of the Ways in Which They Are Acquired
* Chapter II: Of Hereditary Princedoms
* Chapter III: Of Mixed Princedoms
* Chapter IV: Why the Kingdom of Darius, Conquered by Alexander, Did Not, on Alexander’s Death, Rebel Against His Successors
* Chapter V: How Cities or Provinces Which Before Their Acquisition Have Lived Under Their Own Laws Are To Be Governed
* Chapter VI: Of New Princedoms Which a Prince Acquires With His Own Arms and by Merit
* Chapter VII: Of New Princedoms Acquired By the Aid of Others and By Good Fortune
* Chapter VIII: Of Those Who By Their Crimes Come to Be Princes
* Chapter IX: Of the Civil Princedom
* Chapter X: How the Strength of All Princedoms Should Be Measured
* Chapter XI: Of Ecclesiastical Princedoms
* Chapter XII: How Many Different Kinds of Soldiers There Are, and of Mercenaries
* Chapter XIII: Of Auxiliary, Mixed, and National Arms
* Chapter XIV: Of the Duty of a Prince In Respect of Military Affairs
* Chapter XV: Of the Qualities In Respect of Which Men, and Most of all Princes, Are Praised or Blamed
* Chapter XVI: Of Liberality and Miserliness
* Chapter XVII: Of Cruelty and Clemency, and Whether It Is Better To Be Loved or Feared
* Chapter XVIII: How Princes Should Keep Faith
* Chapter XIX: That a Prince Should Seek to Escape Contempt and Hatred
* Chapter XX: Whether Fortresses, and Certain Other Expedients to Which Princes Often Have Recourse, are Profitable or Hurtful
* Chapter XXI: How a Prince Should Bear Himself So As to Acquire Reputation
* Chapter XXII: Of the Secretaries of Princes
* Chapter XXIII: That Flatterers Should Be Shunned
* Chapter XXIV: Why the Princes of Italy Have Lost Their States
* Chapter XXV: What Fortune Can Effect in Human Affairs, and How She May Be Withstood
* Chapter XXVI: An Exhortation to Liberate Italy from the Barbarians
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# The Prince (Hill Thomson)/Chapter I

Chapter I: Of the Various Kinds of Princedom, and of the Ways in Which They Are Acquired
All the States and Governments by which men are or ever have been ruled, have been and are either Republics or Princedoms. Princedoms are either hereditary, in which the sovereignty is derived through an ancient line of ancestors, or they are new. New Princedoms are either wholly new, as that of Milan to Francesco Sforza; or they are like limbs joined on to the hereditary possessions of the Prince who acquires them, as the Kingdom of Naples to the dominions of the King of Spain. The States thus acquired have either been used to live under a Prince or have been free; and he who acquires them does so either by his own arms or by the arms of others, and either by good fortune or by merit.
# The Prince (Hill Thomson)/Chapter II

Chapter II: Of Hereditary Princedoms
Of Republics I shall not now speak, having elsewhere spoken of them at length. Here I shall treat exclusively of Princedoms, and, filling in the outline above traced out, shall proceed to examine how such States are to be governed and maintained.
I say, then, that hereditary States, accustomed to the family of their Prince, are maintained with far less difficulty than new States, since all that is required is that the Prince shall not depart from the usages of his ancestors, trusting for the rest to deal with events as they arise. So that if an hereditary Prince be of average address, he will always maintain himself in his Princedom, unless deprived of it by some extraordinary and irresistible force; and even if so deprived will recover it, should any, even the least, mishap overtake the usurper. We have in Italy an example of this in the Duke of Ferrara, who never could have withstood the attacks of the Venetians in 1484, nor those of Pope Julius in 1510, had not his authority in that State been consolidated by time. For since a Prince by birth has fewer occasions and less need to give offence, he ought to be better loved, and will naturally be popular with his subjects unless outrageous vices make him odious. Moreover, the very antiquity and continuance of his rule will efface the memories and causes which lead to innovation. For one change always leaves a dovetail into which another will fit.