OpenLLM-France/wikimedia huggingface dataset:
# Poems (Greenwell)/Ascending

SONNETS
# Pickett's Heirs v. Legerwood

* related portals: Supreme Court of the United States.
* sister projects: Wikidata item.
United States Supreme Court
32 U.S. 144
Pickett's Heirs v. Legerwood

## Notes

This work is in the public domain in the United States because it is a work of the United States federal government (see 17 U.S.C. 105).
Public domainPublic domainfalsefalse
# Pickett v. United States

* related portals: Supreme Court of the United States.
* sister projects: Wikidata item.
United States Supreme Court
216 U.S. 456
Pickett v. United States
Argued: January 3, 1910. --- Decided: February 21, 1910
Assistant Attorney General Harr for defendant
No appearance for plaintiff in error.
Assistant Attorney General Harr for defendant in error.
Mr. Justice Lurton delivered the opinion of the court:

## Notes

This work is in the public domain in the United States because it is a work of the United States federal government (see 17 U.S.C. 105).
Public domainPublic domainfalsefalse
# Pickford v. Talbott

* Search for titles containing or beginning with: "Pickford v. Talbott."
* sister projects: Wikidata item.
This is a disambiguation page. It lists works that share the same title. If an article link referred you here, please consider editing it to point directly to the intended page.
* Pickford v. Talbott (211 U.S. 199)
* Pickford v. Talbott (225 U.S. 651)
# Pigeon v. Buck/Opinion of the Court

* Court Documents
* Case Syllabus
* Opinion of the Court
United States Supreme Court
237 U.S. 386
Pigeon v. Buck
Argued: and submitted March 12 and 15, 1915. --- Decided: April 26, 1915
The opinion in McDougal v. McKay (No. 676) [[[237 U.S. 372]], 59 L. ed. --, 35 Sup. Ct. Rep. 605], announced to-day, considers and decides the questions involved in these writs of error and necessitates affirmation of the judgments of the supreme court of Oklahoma in both causes.
In No. 199, Pigeon v. Buck, all parties were enrolled full-blooded Creek Indians. The allottee, Lowiney Harjo, having received a patent to certain land, died July 12, 1905, intestate, without descendants, leaving father, mother, brothers, sister, and her husband. Thereafter the father and mother,-John and Mate Pigeon,-claiming the land must be treated as an ancestral estate which passed to them in fee, conveyed their interest therein to Buck. The brothers and sister, maintaining that it was a new acquisition in the deceased, and the father and mother took only a life estate with remainder in themselves, instituted suit to have their rights declared. The supreme court of Oklahoma (38 Okla. 101, 131 Pac. 1083) held the estate was ancestral, and went half to the father and half to the mother, according to the applicable provisions of chapter 49, Mansfield's Digest, Statutes of Arkansas.
In No. 275, Roberts v. Underwood, the land in question was allotted and patented to a full-blooded Chickasaw Indian who thereafter and in 1907 died intestate, leaving no descendants. A contest arose between his paternal relatives, Underwood and Byrd, and a maternal relative, Roberts, concerning their respective interests in the property. Under the act of April 28, 1904 (33 Stat. at L. 573, chap. 1824), § 2, the devolution depended upon chapter 49, Mansfield's Digest, Statutes of Arkansas. The supreme court of Oklahoma (38 Okla. 376, 132 Pac. 673) adjudged the estate must be treated as ancestral, and that half passed to the paternal relatives and half to the maternal one. Affirmed.

## Notes

This work is in the public domain in the United States because it is a work of the United States federal government (see 17 U.S.C. 105).
Public domainPublic domainfalsefalse
# Pigeon River Improvement Slide Boom Company v. Charles W Cox

* related portals: Supreme Court of the United States.
* sister projects: Wikidata item.
United States Supreme Court
291 U.S. 138
Pigeon River Improvement Slide Boom Company v. Charles W Cox
Argued: Dec. 6, 7, 1933. --- Decided: Jan 15, 1934
Appeal from the United States Circuit Court of Appeals for the Eighth circuit.
[Syllabus from pages 138-140 intentionally omitted]
Messrs. John D. Jenswold, of Duluth, Minn., and Bernard R. Goggins, of Wisconsin Rapids, Wis., for appellant.
[Argument of Counsel from pages 140-143 intentionally omitted]
Mr. Edward L. Boyle, of Duluth, Minn., for appellee.
[Argument of Counsel from pages 143-147 intentionally omitted]
Mr. Chief Justice HUGHES delivered the opinion of the Court.

## Notes

This work is in the public domain in the United States because it is a work of the United States federal government (see 17 U.S.C. 105).
Public domainPublic domainfalsefalse
# Pigeon v. Buck

* related portals: Supreme Court of the United States.
* sister projects: Wikidata item.
United States Supreme Court
237 U.S. 386
Pigeon v. Buck
Argued: and submitted March 12 and 15, 1915. --- Decided: April 26, 1915
Mr. Lewis C. Lawson for plaintiffs in error in No. 199.
Messrs. Harry H. Rogers, J. L. Skinner, and George C. Crump for defendants in error in No. 199.
Messrs. H. A. Ledbetter, Winfield S. Farmer, and Gordon Fryer for plaintiff in error in No. 275.
Messrs. James R. Wood, George A. Fooshee, and D. D. Brunson for defendants in error in No. 275.
Mr. Justice McReynolds delivered the opinion of the court:

## Notes

This work is in the public domain in the United States because it is a work of the United States federal government (see 17 U.S.C. 105).
Public domainPublic domainfalsefalse
# Pig

* Search for titles containing or beginning with: "Pig."
* sister projects: Wikipedia article, Wikidata item.
This is a disambiguation page. It lists works that share the same title. If an article link referred you here, please consider editing it to point directly to the intended page.
* Pig, story by Rudyard Kipling
* Pig, poem by Christopher Smart
See also Category:Pigs
# Pigmy seraphs—gone astray—

* "My Rose" in Poems: Second Series (1891)
* "Pigmy seraphs gone astray" in The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson (1924)
# Pike v. Bruce Church, Inc.

United States Supreme Court
397 U.S. 137
Pike v. Bruce Church, Inc.
Argued: Jan. 13, 1970. --- Decided: March 2, 1970
Rex E. Lee, Phoenix, Ariz., for appellant.
Jacob Abramson, Salinas, Cal., for appellee.
Mr. Justice STEWART delivered the opinion of the Court.

## Notes

This work is in the public domain in the United States because it is a work of the United States federal government (see 17 U.S.C. 105).
Public domainPublic domainfalsefalse
# Poems, Chiefly Lyrical/Song (6)

SONG.
# Poems, Chiefly Lyrical/The Ballad of Oriana

THE BALLAD OF ORIANA.
# Poems, Chiefly Lyrical/The Burial of Love

THE BURIAL OF LOVE.
# Poems, Chiefly Lyrical/The "How" and the "Why"

THE "HOW" AND THE "WHY."
# Poems, Chiefly Lyrical/Sonnet (4)

SONNET.
# Poems, Chiefly Lyrical/Sonnet to J.M.K.

SONNET TO J. M. K.
# Poems, Chiefly Lyrical/Supposed Confessions of a second-rate sensitive mind not in unity with itself

SUPPOSED CONFESSIONS
OF A SECONDRATE SENSITIVE MIND NOT IN UNITY WITH ITSELF.
# Poems, Chiefly Lyrical/Sonnet (1)

SONNET.
# Poems, Chiefly Lyrical/Sonnet (2)

SONNET.
# Poems, Chiefly Lyrical/Sonnet (3)

SONNET.
# Poems (Botta)

Layout 2
POEMS
BY
ANNE C. LYNCH.
WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY
DURAND, HUNTINGTON, DARLEY, DUGGAN, ROTHERMEL, ETC.
ENGRAVED BY BOBBET AND EDMONDS.
NEW EDITION, ENLARGED.
NEW-YORK: G. P. PUTNAM AND COMPANY, 10 PARK PLACE 1853.
Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1848, by George P. Putnam, in the Clerk’s Office of the District Court of the United States, for the Southern District of New York.
Baker, Godwin & Co., Printers, Tribune Buildings, N. Y.
* EPIGRAM
* TO ELIZABETH B. BROWNING
* MILTON
* NIGHTFALL IN HUNGARY
* REQUIEM
* PROMETHEUS
* WEBSTER
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS.
| BATTLE OF LIFE,—VIGNETTE TITLE | Duggan | 1 |
| THE ANGEL OF DEATH | H. K. Brown | 21 |
| TEACHING THE SCRIPTURES | Huntington | 41 |
| PORTRAIT OF FREDERIKA BREMER | Sodermark | 54 |
| TO THE MEMORY OF CHANNING | Durand | 66 |
| THE WASTED FOUNTAINS | Winner | 81 |
| THE WOUNDED VULTURE | Cushman | 110 |
| BONES IN THE DESERT | Darley | 130 |
| THE SHORES OF THE MEDITERRANEAN | Rossiter | 148 |
| BYRON AMONG THE RUINS OF GREECE | Rothermel | 156 |
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
Public domainPublic domainfalsefalse
# Poems: Second Series (Dickinson)/The Snake

​142 POEMS.
XXIV.
THE SNAKE.
A NARROW fellow in the grass
Occasionally rides;
You may have met him,- did you not,
His notice sudden is.
The grass divides as with a comb,
A spotted shaft is seen;
And then it closes at your feet
And opens further on.
He likes a boggy acre,
A floor too cool for corn.
Yet when a child, and barefoot,
I more than once, at morn,
Have passed, I thought, a whip-lash
Unbraiding in the sun, - When, stooping to secure it,
It wrinkled, and was gone.
Several of nature's people
I know, and they know me;
I feel for them a transport
Of cordiality;
But never met this fellow,
Attended or alone,
Without a tighter breathing,
And zero at the bone.
# Poems: Second Series (Dickinson)/The moon is distant from the sea

XIII.
THE moon is distant from the sea, And yet with amber hands She leads him, docile as a boy, Along appointed sands.
He never misses a degree; Obedient to her eye, He comes just so far toward the town, Just so far goes away.
Oh, Signor, thine the amber hand, And mine the distant sea, — Obedient to the least command Thine eyes impose on me.
# Poems: Second Series (Dickinson)/The Sleeping Flowers

X.
THE SLEEPING FLOWERS
"WHOSE are the little beds," I asked,
"Which in the valleys lie?" Some shook their heads, and others smiled, And no one made reply.
"Perhaps they did not hear," I said; "I will inquire again. Whose are the beds, the tiny beds So thick upon the plain?"
"'T is daisy in the shortest; A little farther on, Nearest the door to wake the first, Little leontodon.
"'T is iris, sir, and aster, Anemone and bell, Batschia in the blanket red, And chubby daffodil."
Meanwhile at many cradles
Her busy foot she plied, Humming the quaintest lullaby That ever rocked a child.
"Hush! Epigea wakens!
The crocus stirs her lids, Rhodora's cheek is crimson, — She's dreaming of the woods."
Then, turning from them, reverent, "Their bed-time 't is," she said; "The bumble-bees will wake them When April woods are red."
# Poems: Second Series (Dickinson)/The Snow

​174 POEMS.
                L.
          THE SNOW.
IT sifts from leaden sieves,
It powders all the wood,
It fills with alabaster wool
The wrinkles of the road.
It makes an even face
Of mountain and of plain, — Unbroken forehead from the east
Unto the east again.
It reaches to the fence,
It wraps it, rail by rail,
Till it is lost in fleeces;
It flings a crystal veil
On stump and stack and stem, — The summer's empty room,
Acres of seams where harvests were,
Recordless, but for them.
It ruffles wrists of posts,
As ankles of a queen, — Then stills its artisans like ghosts,
Denying they have been.
# Poems: Second Series (Dickinson)/The Sun's Wooing

V.
THE SUN'S WOOING.
THE sun just touched the morning; The morning, happy thing, Supposed that he had come to dwell, And life would be all spring.
She felt herself supremer,— A raised, ethereal thing; Henceforth for her what holiday! Meanwhile, her wheeling king
Trailed slow along the orchards His haughty, spangled hems, Leaving a new necessity,— The want of diadems!
The morning fluttered, staggered, Felt feebly for her crown,— Her unanointed forehead Henceforth her only one.
# Poems: Second Series (Dickinson)/The Test

IX.
THE TEST.
I CAN wade grief, Whole pools of it,—
I'm used to that.
But the least push of joy
Breaks up my feet,
And I tip—drunken.
Let no pebble smile,
'T was the new liquor,—
That was all!
Power is only pain,
Stranded, through discipline,
Till weights will hang.
Give balm to giants,
And they'll wilt, like men.
Give Himmaleh,—
They'll carry him!
# Poems: Second Series (Dickinson)/The White Heat

VII. THE WHITE HEAT.
DARE you see a soul at the white heat?
 Then crouch within the door.
Red is the fire's common tint;
 But when the vivid ore
Has sated flame's conditions,
 Its quivering substance plays
Without a color but the light
 Of unanointed blaze.
Least village boasts its blacksmith,
 Whose anvil's even din
Stands symbol for the finer forge
 That soundless tugs within,
Refining these impatient ores
 With hammer and with blaze,
Until the designated light
 Repudiate the forge.
# Poems: Second Series (Dickinson)/The Spider

XXVII. THE SPIDER.
A SPIDER sewed at night Without a light Upon an arc of white. If ruff it was of dame Or shroud of gnome, Himself, himself inform. Of immortality
His strategy Was physiognomy.
# Poems: Second Series (Dickinson)/The Wind's Visit

XXX THE WIND'S VISIT.
THE wind tapped like a tired man, And like a host, "Come in," I boldly answered; entered then My residence within
A rapid, footless guest, To offer whom a chair Were as impossible as hand A sofa to the air.
No bone had he to bind him, His speech was like the push Of numerous humming-birds at once From a superior bush.
His countenance a billow, His fingers, if he pass, Let go a music, as of tunes Blown tremulous in glass.
He visited, still flitting; Then, like a timid man, Again he tapped—’t was flurriedly— And I became alone.
# Poems (Craik)/In the June Twilight

IN THE JUNE TWILIGHT.
Suggested by Noel Paton's Picture of "The Silver Cord Loosed."
# Poems (Scudder)/Old Jewelry

SONNETS
# Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume II/Survival

SURVIVAL
THE knell that dooms the voiceless and obscure Stills Memnon's music with its ghostly chime; Strength is as weakness in the clasp of Time, And for the things that were there is no cure. The vineyard with its fair investiture, The mountain summit with its hoary rime, The throne of Cæsar, Cheops' tomb sublime, Alike decay, and only dreams endure.
Dreams for Assyria her worship won, And India is hallowed by her dreams; The Sphinx with deathless visage views the race That like the lotus of a summer seems; And, rudderless, immortally sails on The wingèd Victory of Samothrace.
# Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume II/Stanza

STANZA
THE voices of all waters that make moan— Loudly upbraiding the impassive sky, Have not the meaning of one human groan, Have not the pathos of one human sigh; And neither that blithe strain whereby The brook doth wintry doubts destroy, Nor that pure rhapsody the woodland sings, When Summer to its heart contentment brings,— Breathes unto Heaven such praise as human joy!
# Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume II/The Cherubim

THE CHERUBIM
TWO angels stood at Eden's gate And neither uttered word: In the eyes of one, indignant hate Flamed like the flame of his sword. The other's brand burned also red With the fire that, avenging, sears, And he waved the warning thing of dread; But his eyes were soft with tears.
They twain had watched the Fall's disgrace, But only one had seen The mortal pain in the woman's face, Where never pain had been: Had marked the clasp of the woman's hand On his who, Eden gone, Seemed, through her trembling touch, new-manned, As he drew her gently on.
Two angels turned from Eden's gate, For Man had wandered far: The one passed quickly, joy elate, From star to beckoning star; ​But the other angel sighed, as lone The heavenly way he trod, And came at last to the awful throne, And fell at the feet of God.
Then spake God's voice:—"What earth-born grief Dims radiance such as thine?" The angel sighed:—"I beg relief For woes that are not mine!— I plead for them that exiled live. If grace be of Thy plan, Have mercy!—ah, have mercy! Give Some comfort, Lord, to Man!"
The fearful angel waited: came Long silence, then the Voice:— "Love cannot take from wrong its blame: Man's woes are of Man's choice; Yet do thou bear—thy pity's price— To them that outcast grope This last, best gift of Paradise— This key whose name is Hope!"
# Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume II/Tennyson

TENNYSON
HOW beautiful to live as thou didst live! How beautiful to die as thou didst die,— In moonlight of the night, without a sigh, At rest in all the best that love could give!
How excellent to bear into old age The poet's ardor and the heart of youth,— To keep to the last sleep the vow of truth, And leave to lands that grieve a glowing page!
How glorious to feel the spirit's power Unbroken by the near approach of death, To breath blest prophecies with failing breath, Soul-bound to beauty in that latest hour!
How sweet to greet, in final kinship owned, The master-spirit to thy dreams so dear,— At last from his immortal lips to hear The dirge for Imogen, and thee, intoned!
How beautiful to live as thou didst live! How beautiful to die as thou didst die,— In moonlight of the night, without a sigh, At rest in all the best that love could give!
# Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume II/The All-Mother

THE ALL-MOTHER
IN the arid and desolate places of life She opens fresh fountains of feeling; She comforts the spirit o'erwearied with strife; For the hurt of the heart she has healing.
She looks on our sorrows with calm that is kind, (What recks she of failure or illness?) And gives, with a smile, to the care-burdened mind The relief of her beauty and stillness.
She sings mid the tempest, she wings the storm's flight, (There's nothing can life from Life sever!) To guide the lost wanderer safe through the night, She keeps a lamp burning forever.
# Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume II/The "Unfinished" Symphony

THE "UNFINISHED" SYMPHONY
O MUSIC of divine imagining! Does he not hear you in his dreams to-night? Can you no wonder to his spirit bring— And no delight?
His love created you; his hopes, his fears, Are poignant in these tones, surmounting death— These melodies that dim the eyes with tears, And snatch the breath! . . .
And can he longer sleep, nor note this strain Whose magic enters now, with lovelier art That like a benediction thrills the brain And fills the heart?
Ah, not to one shall all earth's joys belong! So have the gods ordained, whom we obey, Lest mortal men should deem themselves as strong, As blest as they.
On Schubert, out of love, the ecstasy That wrote this godlike music they conferred: To us they gave to hear the symphony He never heard.
# Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume II/The Child and the Heart Bereft

THE CHILD AND THE HEART BEREFT
MY garden, long time desolate, Were still of pleasure reft and bare But for one single, lonely bloom That would insist on flowering there.
A fragile thing, in that chill place It grew where other joys were not, Waxing a lovelier hope each day,— Albeit half tended, half forgot,—
Until with wild, resistless charm That sorrow's very self doth cheat, It maketh of my desert drear A sunlit garden, fresh and sweet.
# Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume II/Thanksgiving

THANKSGIVING
NOW gracious plenty rules the board, And in the purse is gold; By multitudes in glad accord Thy giving is extolled. Ah, suffer me to thank Thee, Lord, For what thou dost withhold!
I thank Thee that howe'er we climb There yet is something higher; That though through all our reach of time We to the stars aspire, Still, still beyond us burns sublime The pure sidereal fire!
I thank Thee for the unexplained, The hope that lies before, The victory that is not gained,— O Father, more and more I thank Thee for the unattained, The good we hunger for!
​I thank Thee for the voice that sings To inner depths of being; For all the spread and sweep of wings, From earthly bondage freeing; For mystery—the dream of things Beyond our power of seeing!
# Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume II/The Band of the Titanic

THE BAND OF THE TITANIC
"These are the immortal,—the fearless"—Upanishads
UP, lads! they say we've struck a berg, though there's no danger yet,— Our noble liner was not built to wreck!— But women may have felt a shock they're needing to forget, And when there's trouble, men should be on deck.
Come!—now's the time! They're wanting us to brighten them a bit; Play up, my lads—as lively as you can! Give them a merry English air! they want no counterfeit Like that down-hearted tune you just began!...
I think the Captain's worried, lads: maybe the thing's gone wrong; Well, we will show them all is right with us! Of Drake and the Armadas now we'll play them such a song Shall make them of the hero emulous. ​When boats are being lowered, lads, your place and mine are here,— Oh, we were never needed more than now! When others go, it is for us those left behind to cheer, And I am glad, my lads, that we know how!
If it is Death that's calling us, we'll make a brave response; Play up, play up!—ye may not play again; The prize that Nelson won at last, the chance that comes but once, Is ours, my lads!—the chance to die like men!
# Poems (Storrie)/What the Wind Sang

SILHOUETTES
# Poems (Stuart)

POEMS BY
MURIEL STUART
POEMS
By
MURIEL STUART
AUTHOR OF "CHRIST AT CARNIVAL," "THE COCKPIT OF IDOLS"
1922
TO
CHANGE,
THE IMMORTAL FACTOR OF DELIVERANCE
I wish to acknowledge my indebtedness to the Editors of The English Review, The New World, Poetry in America, and to Mr. Cecil Palmer, for several poems included in this volume.
CONTENTS
PRINTED IN GREAT BRITAIN BY WOODS AND SONS, LTD., LONDON, N. 1.
This work is in the public domain in the United States because it was published before January 1, 1929.
The longest-living author of this work died in 1967, so this work is in the public domain in countries and areas where the copyright term is the author's life plus 56 years or less. This work may be in the public domain in countries and areas with longer native copyright terms that apply the rule of the shorter term to foreign works.
Public domainPublic domainfalsefalse
# Poems (Dickinson)/The pedigree of honey

V.
The pedigree of honey Does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him Is aristocracy.
# Poems (Dickinson)/Too late

II.
TOO LATE.
Delayed till she had ceased to know, Delayed till in its vest of snow Her loving bosom lay. An hour behind the fleeting breath, Later by just an hour than death,— Oh, lagging yesterday!
Could she have guessed that it would be; Could but a crier of the glee Have climbed the distant hill; Had not the bliss so slow a pace,— Who knows but this surrendered face Were undefeated still?
​Oh, if there may departing be Any forgot by victory In her imperial round, Show them this meek apparelled thing, That could not stop to be a king, Doubtful if it be crowned!
# Poems (Dickinson)/The last night that she lived

XX.
The last night that she lived, It was a common night, Except the dying; this to us Made nature different.
We noticed smallest things,— Things overlooked before, By this great light upon our minds Italicized, as 't were.
That others could exist While she must finish quite, A jealousy for her arose So nearly infinite.
We waited while she passed; It was a narrow time, Too jostled were our souls to speak, At length the notice came.
​She mentioned, and forgot; Then lightly as a reed Bent to the water, shivered scarce, Consented, and was dead.
And we, we placed the hair, And drew the head erect; And then an awful leisure was, Our faith to regulate.
# Poems (Dickinson)/Troubled about many things

XI.
"TROUBLED ABOUT MANY THINGS."
How many times these low feet staggered, Only the soldered mouth can tell; Try! can you stir the awful rivet? Try! can you lift the hasps of steel?
Stroke the cool forehead, hot so often, Lift, if you can, the listless hair; Handle the adamantine fingers Never a thimble more shall wear.
Buzz the dull flies on the chamber window; Brave shines the sun through the freckled pane; Fearless the cobweb swings from the ceiling— Indolent housewife, in daisies lain!
# Poems (Dickinson)/There's a certain slant of light

XXXI.
There's a certain slant of light, On winter afternoons, That oppresses, like the weight Of cathedral tunes.
Heavenly hurt it gives us; We can find no scar, But internal difference Where the meanings are.
None may teach it anything, 'T is the seal, despair,— An imperial affliction Sent us of the air.
When it comes, the landscape listens, Shadows hold their breath; When it goes, 't is like the distance On the look of death.