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# Poems of Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) in Forget Me Not, 1826/Prince Ahmed and the Fairy

PRINCE AHMED AND THE FAIRY.
A Sketch from the Arabian nights.
On he past
Through the strange cavern: still a distant sound
Of music led him on; and still a light,
A faint and lovely light, played o'er his way,
And shewed the walls, where ev'ry gem of earth
Shone with the hues of heaven: deeply blue,
The sapphire softened the red ruby's blaze;
The ethereal diamond and green emerald
Made it seem like the palace of a king.
Still follow'd the young prince the graceful light,
That like a spirit danced before his path;
At last, a fresher air passed o'er his brow—
Fresh, but as sweet as if its course had been
Over a thousand roses; and the flame,
His sparkling guide, vanish'd when the clear sky,
Fountains, and trees, and flow'rs grew visible.
And Ahmed saw a lovely garden spread,
As if it were the Summer's favourite home;
The turf was like a Persian carpet, dight
With myriads of gay colours; and rich beds
Of tulips, earth's bright rainbows, seemed to hold
Divided wealth with the gold amaranth.
Kings of the solitude, gigantic palms,
Held shadowy empire, and like lovers hung
Over the delicate acacia's boughs,
Which guarded in their turn blue violets,
Lying like clouds earth-dropt beneath their shade.
Around were marble fountains, and their spray,
A silver shower, fell o'er the scented shrubs,
Making exchange of freshness for their odours.
There the birds nestled thickest, with their wings
Shining like Indian stones, and each soft throat
Tuned like a separate lute. At the far end,
Mirrored in the clear crystal of the lake,
Arose the garden's wonder, the bright palace,
All glorious, with its purple towers, like those
The evening clouds build for the setting sun.—
 He entered one rich hall; his dazzled sight
Sank in the splendour. Pearl and ruby shafts
Supported the high dome, where amber gave
Its fragrance forth; incense and precious woods
Shed their sweet influence, and music's sound—
Lutes and soft voices mingled—met his ear;
And beautiful young forms were floating round
The gorgeous throne whereon the fairy sat,
Like waving clouds about the lovely moon.
She rose, their radiant mistress, and flung back
The ebon tresses from her marble brow;
And Ahmed gaz'd upon the large dark eyes
That welcom'd him:—a smile, a timid blush,
Were on her cheek—they told the tale of love.
L. E. L.
# Poems of Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) in Forget Me Not, 1827

Poems of Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) in Forget Me Not, 1827
compiled by Peter J. Bolton
Contents
* Love's Motto
* The Stag
FORGET ME NOT;
A
CHRISTMAS AND NEW YEAR'S PRESENT
FOR
MDCCCXXVII.
Appealing, by the magic of its name, To gentle feelings and affections, kept Within the heart like gold. L. E. L.
EDITED BY
FREDERIC SCHOBERL.
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 of Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) in Forget Me Not, 1825/The Lute

From The Gem 1830, page 224:—Publisher - Shepherd and Sutton, London
THE LUTE.
Wake not again, thou sweet-voiced lute!
Better for me that thy chords were mute,
Than thus to recall thoughts long since fled,
And bring to my mem'ry the false and the dead.
They remind me of one who shared with me
The short-lived sunlight of infancy;
For when the young rose of her cheek grew pale,
And health was departed, she loved thy wail;
And I have heard thy murmurs sweep
O'er the flowers that smile round her last cold sleep.
And thou recallest a dark-eyed maid,
With forehead of snow and raven braid,
The light of my love-dream,—one who oft
Would answer in song to thy breathing soft;
One who could love, and her love forget—
O waken not, lute, that wild regret!
Better thou ever shouldst silent be,
Than renew such memories of sadness to me.
# Poems of Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) in Forget Me Not, 1825/The Parting Charge

From the review in The Literary Gazette, 9th October 1824, page 641.
REVIEW OF NEW BOOKS.
Forget me Not; A Christmas and New Year's Present for 1825. London, R. Ackermann.
The Parting Charge.
I see the white sails of thy ship,
 The blue depths of the sea;
I hear the wind sweep o'er the wave
 That bears thee, love, from me.
Thy flag shines in the crimson sun,  Now setting in the brine:
That sun will set to-morrow there,
 But light no sail of thine!
Yet, with to-morrow's evening star,
 Again I'll seek this spot;
'Twas here I gave my parting charge,
 My last—"FORGET ME NOT!"
Around my neck there is a band,
 'Tis made of thy dark hair;
Its links guard my heart's dearest prize,
 A broken ring they bear.
A like pledge hangs upon thy breast,
 The last sweet gift love gave,
We broke that ring, we twined that hair
 Upon a maiden's grave,
A girl who died of broken vows—  (How can love be forgot?)
A fitting shrine for faithful hearts
 To sigh—"FORGET ME NOT!"
How can I bear to think on all
 The dangers thou must brave?
My fears will deem each gale a storm,
 While thou art on the wave.
How my young heart will cling to all
 That breathes of thine or thee!
How I will plant thy favourite flowers,
 And nurse thy favourite tree!
And thou! oh thou! be shade or shine,
 Or storm or calm thy lot,
Bear on thy heart our parting words—
 Our fond "FORGET ME NOT!"
Nay, pray thee, Mother, let me gaze
 Upon that distant sail;
What matters that my eye is dim,
 Or that my cheek is pale!
And tell me not 'tis vain to weep
 For him who is away;
That sighs nor tears will speed the flight
 Of but a single day:
It is not that I hope to bring
 My Sailor to our cot,
But who can say and yet not weep—
 Farewell!—"FORGET ME NOT!”
Contextual image of the plate in the Forget Me Not, page 55
* R. Westall. R. A. del.C.Heath sculpt.
* THE PARTING CHARGE
# Poems of Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) in Forget Me Not, 1826/The Choice

THE CHOICE.
Now take thy choice, thou maiden fair,
 Of the gifts thy lovers bring;
The one has brought thee jewels rare,
 The other flowers of spring.
The maiden watched the rubies glow,
 And wreathed them in her hair;
But heavy they prest upon her brow,
 Like the weight of secret care.
The gems that bound her forehead high,
 Might have lighted a diadem;
Yet pale grew her cheek, and dim her eye—
 Her heart was not with them:
And ever an inward pulse would stir,  When she saw a spring flower wave;
But never again did they bloom for her,
 Till they bloomed upon her grave!
She was borne to her grave with purple pall,
 And scutcheon, and waving plume;
One followed—the saddest one of all—
 And threw flowers over her tomb.
L. E. L.
# Poindexter v. Greenhow/Opinion of the Court

* Court Documents
* Case Syllabus
* Opinion of the Court
United States Supreme Court
114 U.S. 269
Poindexter v. Greenhow
v.
v.
In Error to the Circuit Court of the United
States for the Eastern District of Virginia.
v.
BALTIMORE & O.R. CO. Appeal from the Circuit Court of
the United States for the Western District of Virginia.
v.
GREENHOW, Treasurer, etc. Appeal from the Circuit Court
of the United States for the Eastern District
of Virginia.
v.
TAYLOR. In Error to the Supreme Court of Appeals of
the State of Virginia.
v.
PARSONS. Appeal from the Circuit Court of the United
States for the Eastern District of Virginia.
April 20, 1885.
There were eight of these cases. All related to the legislation of the State of Virginia of March 30, 1871, authorizing coupons of the funded debt of the State to be received in payment of taxes, debts, dues, and demands due the State, and to subsequent legislation, practically forbidding the receipt of the coupons in present payment of dues and taxes. court. The legislation is set forth, or referred to in Antoni v. Greenhow, 107 U.S. 769, and in the opinion of the court in the first of the present cases.
The cases were argued, or submitted, in the following order: PLEASANTS v. GREENHOW,, was submitted December 1, 1884. POINDEXTER v. GREENHOW; WHITE v. GREENHOW; CHAFFIN v. TAYLOR; CARTER v. GREENHOW; and MOORE v. GREENHOW, were argued together March 20, 23, 24 and 25, 1885. ALLEN v. BALTIMORE & OHIO RAILROAD CO. was argued March 25, 26, 1885; and MARYE v. PARSONS was argued March 26, 27, 1885.
The opinions and judgments of the court in all the cases except MOORE v. GREENHOW were announced April 20, 1885. In the later case they were announced May 4, 1885.
The dissenting opinion will be found after the opinion of the court in MARYE v. PARSONS. The Justices who concurred in it dissented from the judgments and opinions of the court in POINDEXTER v. GREENHOW; WHITE v. GREENHOW; CHAFFIN v. TAYLOR; and ALLEN v. BALTIMORE & OHIO RAILROAD CO. In PLEASANTS v. GREENHOW; CARTER v. GREENHOW; and MARYE v. PARSONS, they concurred in the judgments of the court, but rested their concurrence on the reasons given in their dissenting opinion.

## Notes

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# Poems - Crabbe (1808)/The Village

THE
VILLAGE:
A
POEM.
IN TWO BOOKS.
BOOK I.
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VILLAGE
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# Poems (Wordsworth, 1815)/Volume 2/Written on a blank leaf in a Copy of the Excursion

Written, November 13, 1814, on a blank leaf in a Copy of the Author's Poem the Excursion, upon hearing of the death of the late Vicar of Kendal.
To public notice, with reluctance strong, Did I deliver this unfinished Song; Yet for one happy issue;—and I look With self-congratulation on the Book Which pious, learned Murfitt saw and read;— Upon my thoughts his saintly Spirit fed; He conn'd the new-born Lay with grateful heart; Foreboding not how soon he must depart, Unweeting that to him the joy was given Which good Men take with them from Earth to Heaven.
# Poems (Wordsworth, 1815)/Volume 2/Written with a pencil upon the wall of the house on the Island at Grasmere

VII.
Written with a Pencil upon a Stone in the Wall of the House (an Out-house) on the Island at Grasmere.
Rude is this Edifice, and Thou hast seen Buildings, albeit rude, that have maintained Proportions more harmonious, and approached To somewhat of a closer fellowship With the ideal grace. Yet as it is Do take it in good part:—alas! the poor Vitruvius of our village, had no help From the great City; never on the leaves Of red Morocco folio saw displayed The skeletons and pre-existing ghosts Of Beauties yet unborn, the rustic Box, Snug Cot, with Coach-house, Shed and Hermitage. Thou seest a homely Pile, yet to these walls The heifer comes in the snow-storm, and here The new-dropped lamb finds shelter from the wind. And hither does one Poet sometimes row ​His Pinnace, a small vagrant Barge, up-piled With plenteous store of heath and withered fern, (A lading which he with his sickle cuts Among the mountains,) and beneath this roof He makes his summer couch, and here at noon Spreads out his limbs, while, yet unshorn, the Sheep Panting beneath the burthen of their wool Lie round him, even as if they were a part Of his own Household: nor, while from his bed He through that door-place looks toward the lake And to the stirring breezes, does he want Creations lovely as the work of sleep, Fair sights—and visions of romantic joy!
# Poems - Crabbe (1808)/Woman!

WOMAN.
Mr. Ledyard, as quoted by M. Parke, in his Travels into Africk.
"To a woman I never addressed myself, in the ⟨language⟩ of decency and friendship, without receiving ⟨a decent⟩ and friendly answer. If I was hungry or ⟨thirsty, wet⟩ or sick, they did not hesitate, like men, to ⟨perform a⟩ generous action: in so free and kind a manner ⟨did they⟩ contribute to my relief, that if I was dry, I drank the sweetest draught; and if hungry, I ate the coarsest morsel with a double relish."
FINIS.
# Poems (Wordsworth, 1815)/Volume 2/Yarrow Visited

XXIV.
YARROW VISITED,
September, 1814.
And is this—Yarrow?—This the Stream Of which my fancy cheris'd, So faithfully, a waking dream? An image that hath perish'd! O that some Minstrel's harp were near, To utter notes of gladness, And chase this silence from the air, That fills my heart with sadness!
Yet why?—a silvery current flows With uncontrolled meanderings; Nor have these eyes by greener hills Been soothed, in all my wanderings. And, through her depths, Saint Mary's Lake Is visibly delighted; For not a feature of those hills Is in the mirror slighted.
​A blue sky bends o'er Yarrow vale, Save where that pearly whiteness Is round the rising sun diffused, A tender, hazy brightness; Mild dawn of promise! that excludes All profitless dejection; Though not unwilling here to admit A pensive recollection.
Where was it that the famous Flower Of Yarrow Vale lay bleeding? His bed perchance was yon smooth mound On which the herd is feeding: And haply from this crystal pool, Now peaceful as the morning, The Water-wraith ascended thrice— And gave his doleful warning.
Delicious is the Lay that sings The haunts of happy Lovers, The path that leads them to the grove, The leafy grove that covers: And Pity sanctifies the verse That paints, by strength of sorrow, The unconquerable strength of love; Bear witness, rueful Yarrow!
​But thou, that didst appear so fair To fond imagination, Dost rival in the light of day Her delicate creation: Meek loveliness is round thee spread, A softness still and holy; The grace of forest charms decayed, And pastoral melancholy.
That Region left, the Vale unfolds Rich groves of lofty stature, With Yarrow winding through the pomp Of cultivated nature; And, rising from those lofty groves, Behold a Ruin hoary! The shattered front of Newark's Towers, Renowned in Border story.
Fair scenes for childhood's opening bloom, For sportive youth to stray in; For manhood to enjoy his strength; And age to wear away in! Yon Cottage seems a bower of bliss; It promises protection To studious ease, and generous cares, And every chaste affection!
​How sweet, on this autumnal day, The wild wood's fruits to gather, And on my True-love's forehead plant A crest of blooming heather! And what if I enwreathed my own! 'Twere no offence to reason; The sober Hills thus deck their brows To meet the wintry season.
I see—but not by sight alone, Lov'd Yarrow, have I won thee; A ray of Fancy still survives— Her sunshine plays upon thee! Thy ever-youthful waters keep A course of lively pleasure; And gladsome notes my lips can breathe, Accordant to the measure.
The vapours linger round the Heights, They melt—and soon must vanish; One hour is theirs', nor more is mine— Sad thought, which I would banish, But that I know, where'er I go, Thy genuine image, Yarrow, Will dwell with me—to heighten joy, And cheer my mind in sorrow.
# Poems - Crabbe (1808)/Dedication

DEDICATION:
TO
THE RIGHT HONOURABLE
HENRY-RICHARD FOX,
LORD HOLLAND,
OF HOLLAND, IN LINCOLNSHIRE LORD HOLLAND, OF FOXLEY;
AND
FELLOW OF THE SOCIETY OF ANTIQUARIES.
MY LORD;
THAT the longest Poem in this collection was honoured by the notice of your Lordship's Right Honourable and ever-valued Relation Mr. Fox; that it should be the last which engaged his attention; and that some parts of it were marked with his approbation; are circumstances productive of better hopes of ultimate success, than I had dared to entertain before I was gratified with a knowledge of them: And the hope thus raised, leads me to ask permission that I may dedicate this Book to your Lordship, to whom that truly great and greatly lamented Personage was so ​nearly allied in family, so closely bound in affection, and in whose mind presides the same critical taste which he exerted to the delight of all who heard him. He doubtless united with his unequalled abilities, a fund of good-nature; and this possibly led him to speak favourably of, and give satisfaction to writers, with whose productions he might not be entirely satisfied; nor must I allow myself to suppose his desire of obliging, was with-holden, when he honoured any effort of mine with his approbation: But, my Lord, as there was discrimination in the opinion he gave: as he did not veil indifference for insipid mediocrity of composition under any general expression of cool approval; I allow myself to draw a favourable conclusion from the verdict of One who had the superiority of intellect few would dispute, which he made manifest by a force of eloquence peculiar to himself; whose excellent judgment, no one of his friends found cause to distrust, and whose acknowledged candour no enemy had the temerity to deny.
With such encouragement, I present my Book to your Lordship; the Account of the Life and Writings of Lopez de Vega, have taught me what I am to expect; I there ​perceive how your Lordship can write, and am there taught how you can judge of writers: my faults, however numerous, I know will none of them escape through inattention, nor will any merit be lost for want of discernment: My verses are before him who has written elegantly, who has judged with accuracy, and who has given unequivocal proof of abilities in a work of difficulty;—a translation of poetry, which few persons in this kingdom are able to read, and in the estimation of talents not hitherto justly appreciated: In this view, I cannot but feel some apprehension: but I know also, that your Lordship is apprised of the great difficulty of writing well; that you will make much allowance for failures, if not too frequently repeated; and, as you can accurately discern, so you will readily approve, all the better and more happy efforts of one, who places the highest value upon your Lordship's approbation and who has the honour to be,
MY LORD, Your Lordship's most faithful, and obliged humble servant, GEO. CRABBE.
# Poems (Kemble)/Lines written at Night

POEMS.
# Poems (Wordsworth, 1815)/Volume 2/Indignation of a high-minded Spaniard

XXV.
INDIGNATION OF A HIGH-MINDED SPANIARD.
1810.
We can endure that He should waste our lands, Despoil our temples,—and by sword and flame Return us to the dust from which we came; Such food a Tyrant's appetite demands: And we can brook the thought that by his hands Spain may be overpowered, and he possess, For his delight, a solemn wilderness, Where all the Brave lie dead. But when of bands, Which he will break for us, he dares to speak,— Of benefits, and of a future day When our enlightened minds shall bless his sway, Then, the strained heart of fortitude proves weak: Our groans, our blushes, our pale cheeks declare That he has power to inflict what we lack strength to bear.
# Poems (Wordsworth, 1815)/Volume 2/In a Garden of the same

IV.
In a Garden of the same.
Oft is the Medal faithful to its trust When Temples, Columns, Towers are laid in dust; And 'tis a common ordinance of fate That things obscure and small outlive the great: Hence, when yon Mansion and the flowery trim Of this fair Garden, and its alleys dim, And all its stately trees, are passed away, This little Niche, unconscious of decay, Perchance may still survive.—And be it known That it was scooped within the living stone,— Not by the sluggish and ungrateful pains Of labourer plodding for his daily gains; But by an industry that wrought in love, With help from female hands, that proudly strove To shape the work, what time these walks and bowers Were framed to cheer dark winter's lonely hours.
# Poems (Wordsworth, 1815)/Volume 2/Inscription

VIII.
INSCRIPTION,
FOR THE SPOT WHERE THE HERMITAGE STOOD ON ST. HERBERT'S ISLAND, DERWENT-WATER.
This Island, guarded from profane approach By mountains high and waters widely spread, Is that recess to which St. Herbert came In life's decline; a self-secluded Man, After long exercise in social cares And offices humane, intent to adore The Deity, with undistracted mind, And meditate on everlasting things. —Stranger! this shapeless heap of stones and earth (Long be its mossy covering undisturbed!) Is reverenced as a vestige of the Abode In which, through many seasons, from the world Removed, and the affections of the world, He dwelt in solitude.—But he had left ​A Fellow-labourer, whom the good Man loved As his own soul. And, when within his cave Alone he knelt before the crucifix While o'er the Lake the cataract of Lodore Pealed to his orisons, and when he paced Along the beach of this small isle and thought Of his Companion, he would pray that both, (Now that their earthly duties were fufill'd) Might die in the same moment. Nor in vain So prayed he:—as our Chronicles report, Though here the Hermit numbered his last day, Far from St. Cuthbert his beloved Friend, Those holy Men both died in the same hour.
# Poems (Wordsworth, 1815)/Volume 2/Is there a Power

XX.
Is there a Power that can sustain and cheer The captive Chieftain—by a Tyrant's doom Forced to descend alive into his tomb, A dungeon dark!—where he must waste the year, And lie cut off from all his heart holds dear; What time his injured Country is a stage Whereon deliberate Valour and the Rage Of righteous Vengeance side by side appear,— Filling from morn to night the heroic scene With deeds of hope and everlasting praise: Say can he think of this with mind serene And silent fetters?—Yes, if visions bright Shine on his soul, reflected from the days When he himself was tried in open light.
# Poems (Wordsworth, 1815)/Volume 2/In due observance

XXII.
In due observance of an ancient rite, The rude Biscayans, when their Children lie Dead in the sinless time of infancy, Attire the peaceful Corse in vestments white; And, in like sign of cloudless triumph bright, They bind the unoffending Creature's brows With happy garlands of the pure white rose: This done, a festal Company unite In choral song; and, while the uplifted Cross Of Jesus goes before, the Child is borne Uncovered to his grave.—Her piteous loss The lonesome Mother cannot chuse but mourn; Yet soon by Christian faith is grief subdued, And joy attends upon her fortitude.
# Poems (Wordsworth, 1815)/Volume 2/In the Grounds of Coleorton, the Seat of Sir George Beaumont, Bart

III.
In the Grounds of Coleorton, the Seat of Sir George Beaumont, Bart. Leicestershire.
The embowering Rose, the Acacia, and the Pine Will not unwillingly their place resign; If but the Cedar thrive that near them stands, Planted by Beaumont's and by Wordsworth's hands. One wooed the silent Art with studious pains,— These Groves have heard the Other's pensive strains; Devoted thus, their spirits did unite By interchange of knowledge and delight. May Nature's kindliest powers sustain the Tree, And Love protect it from all injury! And when its potent branches, wide out-thrown, Darken the brow of this memorial Stone, And to a favourite resting-place invite, For coolness grateful and a sober light; Here may some Painter sit in future days, Some future Poet meditate his lays; ​Not mindless of that distant age renowned When Inspiration hovered o'er this ground, The haunt of Him who sang how spear and shield In civil conflict met on Bosworth Field; And of that famous Youth, full soon removed From earth, perhaps by Shakespear's self approved, Fletcher's Associate, Jonson's Friend beloved.