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# Playbill of Covent Garden, Monday, November 22, 1784

From a playbill in the John Johnson Collection of Printed Ephemera, The Bodleian Library, University of Oxford
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THEATRE ROYAL, COVENT GARDEN. This present MONDAY, NOVEMBER 22, 1784, Will be performed the TRAGEDY of MACBETH. With New DRESSES, SCENERY, and DECORATIONS. Macbeth by Mr. HOLMAN, (Being his THIRD Appearance in that Character.) Macduff by Mr. CLARKE, Banquo by Mr. FARREN, Duncan by Mr. HULL, Malcolm by Mr. DAVIES, Hecate by Mr. DARLEY, Lenox by Mr. CUBITT, Seyton by Mr. THOMPSON, Doctor by Mr. FEARON, Witches, Mr. BOOTH, Mrs. PITT, and Mr. KENNEDY. THE VOCAL PARTS by Mr. Johnstone, Mr. Brett, Mr. Cubitt, Mr. Darley, Mr. Doyle, Mr. Gaudry, Mr. Pemberton, Mr. Whitaker, Mrs Bannister, Miss Wheeler, Mrs. Martyr, Mrs. Morton, Miss Stuart, Mrs. Davenett, Miss Cranfield, and Mrs. Kennedy. Gentlewoman by Mrs. POUSSIN, And Lady Macbeth by Miss YOUNGE. To which will be added the favourite COMIC OPERA of ROSINA. Belville by Mr. JOHNSTONE, Captain Belville by Mr. BRETT, Rustic by Mr. DAVIES, Irishman by Mr. EGAN, And William by Mrs. KENNEDY, Phœbe by Mrs. MARTYR, Dorcas by Mrs. PITT, And Rosina by Mrs. BANNISTER.
To-morrow, for the FIFTH Time, will be performed a NEW COMIC OPERA, called FONTAINBLEAU, or OUR WAY in FRANCE. To which will be added, (FOR THE EIGHTH TIME,) a FARCE called AEROSTATION.
# Playing Robinson Crusoe

First published in 1902 as part of "Just So Stories", where it appears after, not part of, 'The Cat that Walked by Himself'. Kipling does not give the poem a title, so it should be referred to by its first line of 'Pussy can sit by the fire and sing'. It seems that 'Playing Robinson Crusoe' was concocted as a title for the 'Poems That Every Child Should Know' anthology, a work which invents its own titles for a number of poems (or extracts therefrom).
* "Playing Robinson Crusoe" in Poems That Every Child Should Know (1904), edited by Mary Elizabeth Burt
* "Pussy can sit by the fire and sing" from "The Cat that Walked by Himself" in Just So Stories (1912)
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# Plays (Chekhov)

Collected edition of four of Chekhov's plays.
PLAYS
BY
ANTON TCHEKOFF
ANTON TCHEKOFF
PLAYS
BY
ANTON TCHEKOFF
UNCLE VANYA IVANOFF THE SEA-GULL THE SWAN SONG
TRANSLATED FROM THE RUSSIAN, WITH AN INTRODUCTION BY
MARIAN FELL
NEW YORK
CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS
1912
Copyright, 1912, by
CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS
Published September, 1912
CONTENTS
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# Philip Norborne Nicholas v. Richard C Anderson

* related portals: Supreme Court of the United States.
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United States Supreme Court
21 U.S. 365
Philip Norborne Nicholas v. Richard C Anderson

## 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).
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# Philip Fraser's Fate

As serialized in Once a Week.
* Part 1
* Part 2
# Philip Morris Companies, Inc. v. Miner

In Philip Morris Companies, Inc v. Miner, 2015 Ark. 73, the Arkansas Supreme Court affirmed the trial court's certification of a class action.
Supreme Court of Arkansas
2015 Ark. 73
PHILIP MORRIS COMPANIES, INC. ET AL. v. MINER ET AL.
Appeal from the Pulaski County Circuit Court
No. CV-14-193.---Delivered: February 26, 2015
* Court Documents
* Opinion of the Court
* Dissenting Opinion Hart
Appeal from the Pulaski County Circuit Court, No. 60CV-03-4661, Honorable Timothy Davis Fox, Judge; affirmed.
Mitchell, Williams, Selig, Gates & Woodyard, P.L.L.C., by: R.T. Beard, III; and Arnold & Porter LLP, by: Lisa S. Blatt, John C. Massaro, and David E. Kouba, for appellants.
Thrash Law Firm, P.A., by: Thomas P. Thrash and Marcus Neil Bozeman; Don Barrett, P.A., by: John W. "Don" Barrett and Brian K. Herrington; and Barnow & Associates, P.C., by: Ben Barrow and Erich Schork, for appellees.
Brian G. Brooks, Attorney at Law, PLLC, by: Brian G. Brooks, for amicus curiae Arkansas Trial Lawyers Association.
Kitterman Law Firm, P.A., by: Gregory S. Kitterman; and Elliott & Smith Law Firm, by: Don R. Elliott, Jr., for amici curiae Tobacco-Free Kids, American Lung Association, and American Cancer Society Cancer Action Network.
Kutak Rock LLP, by: Jess Askew III, for amicus curiae Arkansas State Chamber of Commerce.
[Opinion of the court by Justice RHONDA K. WOOD. Dissenting opinion by Justice JOSEPHINE LINKER HART.]
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# Philip Dru: Administrator/Chapter XXXVIII

Chapter XXXVIII Universal Suffrage
At the end of the first quarter of the present century, twenty of the forty-eight States had Woman Suffrage, and Administrator Dru decided to give it to the Nation. In those twenty States, as far as he had observed, there had been no change for the better in the general laws, nor did the officials seem to have higher standards of efficiency than in those States that still denied to women the right to vote, but he noticed that there were more special laws bearing on the moral and social side of life, and that police regulation was better. Upon the whole, Dru thought the result warranted universal franchise without distinction of race, color or sex.
He believed that, up to the present time, a general franchise had been a mistake and that there should have been restrictions and qualifications, but education had become so general, and the condition of the people had advanced to such an extent, that it was now warranted.
It had long seemed to Dru absurd that the ignorant, and, as a rule, more immoral male, should have such an advantage over the educated, refined and intelligent female. Where laws discriminated at all, it was almost always against rather than in favor of women; and this was true to a much greater extent in Europe and elsewhere than in the United States. Dru had a profound sympathy for the effort women were making to get upon an equality with men in the race for life: and he believed that with the franchise would come equal opportunity and equal pay for the same work.
America, he hoped, might again lead in the uplift of the sex, and the example would be a distinct gain to women in those less forward countries where they were still largely considered as inferior to and somewhat as chattels to man.
Then, too, Dru had an infinite pity for the dependent and submerged life of the generality of women. Man could ask woman to mate, but women were denied this privilege, and, even when mated, oftentimes a life of never ending drudgery followed.
Dru believed that if women could ever become economically independent of man, it would, to a large degree, mitigate the social evil.
They would then no longer be compelled to marry, or be a charge upon unwilling relatives or, as in desperation they sometimes did, lead abandoned lives.
# Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume I/Combatants

COMBATANTS
HE seemed to call me, and I shrank dismayed, Deeming he threatened all I held most dear; But when at last his summons I obeyed, Perplexed and full of fear, I found upon his face no angry frown,— Only a visor down.
Indignant that his voice, so calm and sweet, In my despite, unto my soul appealed, I cried, "If thou hast courage, turn and meet A foeman full revealed!" And with determined zeal that made me strong, Contended with him long.
But oh, the armor he so meekly bore Was wrought for him in other worlds than ours! In firm defense of what he battled for, Were leagued eternal powers! I fell; yet overwhelmed by my disgrace, At last I saw his face.
​And in its matchless beauty I forgot The constant service to my pledges due, And, with adoring love that sorrowed not, Entreated, "Tell me who Hath so o'erthrown my will and pride of youth!" He answered, "I am Truth."
# Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume I/Cora

CORA
I
WHEN through thy arching aisles, O Nature, I perceive What brooding stillness fills the lonesome choirs Where, heaven'd late, thy sweet musicians sung;
What rude benumbing touch Strips from reluctant boughs The languid leaves and bares to common view The sacred nest,—the mute, expressive nest,
Whose state defenseless tells Of fledgeling treasures flown,— Then, like the prudent birds, my thoughts take flight, Winging o'er wintry fields to find the spring.
II
Somewhere on Earth's cold breast The dauntless crocus glows, And fair Narcissus hangs his head and dreams. There,—laughing, blushing, like a happy bride,
​With tears in her sweet eyes To kiss away—shyly The Maiden comes, and, as she moves along, The woods and waking wolds intone her praise.
I, too, where all things tell Of Autumn chill and blight,— I, too, will praise her, ay, with transport hymn The unforgotten sweetness of the spring.
III
How desolate were Man If, robbed of dear delight, He might not with remembrance fond pursue And find his happiness, and lead it back!
The mournful Stygian shades Were less forlorn than he; For they have memory, and cannot lose Bright visions once in conscious bliss possessed!
Through Hades' wailful halls, Bereft of Proserpine, They pensive glide, yet feel the far, sweet spring, And seem to breathe lost Enna's distant flowers.
# Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume I/Courage

COURAGE
'T IS the front toward life that matters most— The tone, the point of view, The constancy that in defeat Remains untouched and true;
For death in patriot fight may be Less gallant than a smile, And high endeavor, to the Gods, Seems in itself worth while!
# Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume I/Breathless We Strive

BREATHLESS WE STRIVE
BREATHLESS we strive, contending for success, According to the standards of our day. What is success? Is it to find a way Wealth out of all proportion to possess? Is it to care for simple pleasures less (While grasping at a more extended sway), And sacrificing to our gods of clay, Submerge the soul, at last, in worldliness?
By Grasmere stands a cottage small and poor: The Dove was once its emblem, and the sign That marked it as a wayside inn obscure; But, frugal, dwelt high consecration here, And gratitude still guards it as a shrine, Hallowed by that success which time but makes more dear!
# Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume I/Brook-Song : To the Spring

BROOK-SONG: TO THE SPRING
O BEAUTY! vision of forgotten gladness! Fulfillment of a dream that ne'er betrays! O miracle of hope, and balm of sadness! Creative ecstasy and fount of praise!
I lay upon the ground and gave no token, I hid my face mid sodden leaves and sere, My languid pulses chill, my spirit broken,— I knew not, O divine one! you were near;
For snows and frosts of winter, new-departed, Still held my will in thrall and weighed me down; And I forgot—forlorn and heavy-hearted— Your promise, goddess of the violet crown!
But soft as music in remembrance sighing, You fanned me with your wooing breath, and I Who shed no tears when lone I seemed and dying Wept at your touch, and knew I should not die.
​Now by my banks are tender blossoms blowing: In fragrant loveliness they smile on me,— But I must hasten to the river, knowing The river will lead onward to the sea.
High over me the budding branches quiver With songs that swell in happy harmony; But sweeter is the murmur of the river,— The river that leads onward to the sea!
# Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume I/Cendrillon

CENDRILLON
"Vous l'avez dit: je suis le rêve."
I AM a dream, A fairy gleam Of rose and amethyst; A creature of the moonlight and the mist, Woven of stars that, meeting, silent kissed. Think of me as a dream!
I am a note of melody that woke Within your breast, and to your longing spoke: A lonely strain Of ecstasy and pain; A hope that, glimpsed, must fade; A form, illusion made, That, vanishing, shall come no more again!
Regret me not that I Must like to music die! The virgin rose, In blossoming, hastes to its fragrant close, And whatsoe'er this magic hour I seem, I am enchantment, only, and a dream,— Love always is a dream!
# Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume I/Civilization

CIVILIZATION
OLD as the race of man, Young as the child new-born, From glooms Plutonian I mount to paths of morn; And as I move o'er vale and hill, Before me flees the night, For on into the darkness still I bear my light.
The desert stayed me long Its fancied worth to tell; The savage, subtle and strong, Opposed me, and he fell: But the savage learned from conflict past To battle and succeed, And the foolish desert came at last To bloom indeed.
I halt not for the maimed, I wait not for the blind; My foot is never lamed, Whoe'er may lag behind: ​I hasten on, like the wind of God, To the conquest He ordains: Parting the human from the clod, Undoing chains.
The thing that hindereth My progress as I pass, Is withered in my breath Like parchèd summer grass. I hasten on, like the wind of God, That must unfettered blow, Wooing the blossom from the sod Where'er I go.
I taught the Hindoo throng To worship: I awoke The Pyrrhic phalanx strong, To break the Persian yoke: I set great Pharaoh's captives free, The Tarquin's pride down-hurled, And in a child of Galilee, O'ercame the world!
# Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume I/Columbus

COLUMBUS
VICEROY they made him, Admiral and Don, Wishing—good King and Queen!—to honor him Whose deeds should make all like distinctions dim. Columbus! Other title needs he none. And they—in wisdom more than kingship blest— Go down to future days, remembered best For service rendered to that lowly one.
Columbus! With proud love, yet reverently, Pronounce that name—the name of one who heard A word of life, and, answering that word, Braved death, unfearing, on the Shadowy Sea; Who—seeking land not known to any chart, That land by faith deep graven on his heart— Found justice, truth, and human liberty!
# Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume I/Buffalo

BUFFALO
SEPTEMBER 6, 1901
A TRANSIENT city, marvelously fair,— Humane, harmonious, yet nobly free,— She built for pure delight and memory. At her command, by lake and garden rare, Pylon and tower majestic rose in air, And sculptured forms of grace and symmetry. Then came a thought of God, and, reverently,— "Let there be Light!" she said; and Light was there.
O miracle of splendor! Who could know That Crime, insensate, egoist and blind, Destructive, causeless, caring but to smite, Would in its dull Cimmerian gropings find A sudden way to fill those courts with woe, And swallow up that radiance in night?
# Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume I/Christmas Eve

CHRISTMAS EVE
WOULD Jesus come to me, Mither, The morrow's Christmas morn, Wearin' the bonny smile he had That day that he was born, Around his head a wreath o' light, And not a twig o' thorn,—
I'd open wide the doore, Mither, The way that he'd come in; And not to gi' him pain at all, I'd keep my heart from sin; And all I could to pleasure him I'd right at once begin.
Not in a stall should he be laid, But on me own fine bed; And half me porridge wi' me own Small spoon should he be fed, The while his Mither smiled, and shared Wi' you the bit o' bread.
​'T would be a time o' joy, Mither! But thinkin' o' they things, 'T is may-be well he should be there, Wi' ward o' angel-wings; I doubt they'd miss him so!—the kine, The shepherds, and the kings!
# Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume II/Beside a Pleasant Shore

BESIDE A PLEASANT SHORE
I LAY upon my narrow bed, And dreamed life's happy moments o'er; I thought that love my footsteps led Beside a pleasant shore.
Care for a moment loosed its grasp, And breathing deep the fragrant brine,— My hand locked in my lover's clasp,— I felt his pulses throb with mine;
And dear contentment seemed my right,— There roaming from the world apart; I saw his eyes, I felt their light Beam through the shadows, in my heart;
And waves, and trees—all nature—sang A pæan by that pleasant shore. Then I awoke, and with a pang Remembered that we loved no more.
# Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume II/Britannia

BRITANNIA
I AM calling together my sons— The children my love gave birth, I am arming them As the swift sand runs, And sending them with their battle guns, To prove their manhood's worth.
I should have, God knows, less power To stay them by pleadings poor Than the mother who tried In woodland bower To hold from knighthood— His rightful dower— Her boy, Sir Peredur!
For they know full well, as he knew, How base is the touch of fear When tyrannous wrong Would right subdue; And they to me And themselves are true When danger draweth near.
​Oh, strong with the love I gave, Their souls have the strength I give, Who have taught my sons To be pure and brave, Nor to fly the chance of a hero's grave, Where, deathless, heroes live!
# Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume II/Crippled

CRIPPLED
WHY hast Thou bound my feet, Then bade me toil ceaselessly after Thee? How should a thing so broken, incomplete— Ah, how should I, Lord! plant these faltering feet Where shifting sands of Earth so baffle me?
Have I not set thy limits? Who should know, Better than I, what sloughs I lead thee through? Mine is the power to hinder—and make free: Walk thou with me!
# Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume II/Beyond

BEYOND
HAD we the present—only that, no more! Were the past, hidden by Oblivion's door, Impenetrable to our backward gaze, Its lessons lost, its joyful, tearful days! Were there no vision of untrodden ways, No distant fields of morn, no blooms unfound, No skyey hopes to beckon from the ground,— No loves whose waiting welcome ne'er betrays!
Were there no promise of returning Spring When Autumn preens a migratory wing, And on earth's hearth the fire is burning low!— Were there no future with romance aglow, When the chilled blood within the vein moves slow, No dream of a fair dawning, in the night,— No fond expectancy,—no pledge of light Fairer than cloud-veiled days of winter know!
To-morrow!—mystic word of the Ideal! What were all else, wert thou not there to heal ​The deepest hurt that e'er the present gave? Friend! Ever wise consoler! We are brave Because of thee! Trusting thy might to save, We journey onward toward an unknown land, And close, and closer still, we clasp thy hand,— Nor will be parted from thee at the grave.
# Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume II/Conscience

CONSCIENCE
THE friend I loved betrayed my trust And bowed my spirit to the dust. I keep the hurt he gave, yet know He was forgiven long ago.
From him I did not merit ill, But I would bear injustice still, Content, could years of guiltless woe Undo the wrong I did my foe.
# Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume II/Beauty's Path

BEAUTY'S PATH
ALL ugliness wears on its brow the brand Of Time and Dissolution. From of old, Its doubtful journey through a shifting sand, The life in its ophidian breast is cold. But beauty's path is one forever bright'ning In glory to each far horizon's rim. Warm in the rose and golden in the lightning, Love's altar flame, the upward way to Him,— Beauty, transcending all that bans and bars, Moves as the light moves on, eternal as the stars!
Too well acquaint with passions that benumb, Earth is with them no more in kind accord. 'T is only by ascending we may come Where waits for her the new, the unexplored. She longs—ah, how she longs!—to break asunder Her ancient chains, to lave in morning dew, To stand a little space mid realms of wonder, To feel her nearness to the good and true: She longs for beauty—vernal through the years— To touch the dried-up spring and fount of happy tears!
# Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume II/Cradle Song

CRADLE SONG
THY heart and mine are one, my dear, At dawn and set of sun; When skies are bright, when days are drear, Thy heart and mine are one!
About us move the hapless folk Whom paltry things estrange; The friends that feel their bond a yoke, The loves that lightly change;
But thou and I, my bonny child, Their dangers blithely shun, Nor can by folly be beguiled,— For thou and I are one!
# Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume II/Autumn

AUTUMN
"WE ne'er will part!" Ah me, what plaintive sounds Are human protests! Dear one, lift your eyes! Behold the solemn, widespread prophecies Of that whose shadow all our light confounds, Of that whose being all our knowledge bounds! Far from the faded fields the robin flies, Upon her stem the last rose droops and dies, And through the pines a doomful blast resounds.
As dawn is portent of the day's decline, As joy is prelude sweet to waiting sorrow, So ripened good is Nature's harvest sign: Love, only, the immortal strain doth borrow, And, high exalted by a hope divine, Still whispers in the night of death,— To-morrow!
# Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume II/Benjamin Franklin

BENJAMIN FRANKLIN
"Eripuit cœlo fulmen, sceptrumque tyrannis."
FRANKLIN! our Franklin! America's loved son!— Loved in his day, and now, as few indeed: Franklin! whose mighty genius allies won, To aid her in great need!
Franklin! with noble charm that fear allays, Tact, judgment, insight, humor naught could dim!— "Antiquity," said Mirabeau, "would raise Altars to honor him!"
How should one country claim him, or one hour? Bound to no narrow circuit, and no time, He is the World's—part of her lasting dower, One with her hope sublime.
His kindred are the equable and kind Whose constant thought is to uplift and bless; The witty, and the wise, the large of mind, Who ignorance redress:
​His kindred are the bold who, undismayed, Believe that good is ever within reach; All who move onward—howsoe'er delayed— Who learn, that they may teach;
Who overcoming pain and weariness, In life's long battle bear a noble part; All who, like him,—greatest of gifts!—possess The genius of the heart!
How should we praise whose deeds belittle praise, Whose monument perpetual is our land Saved by his wisdom, in disastrous days, From tyranny's strong hand?—
How praise whose Titan-thought, beyond Earth's ken Aspiring, tamed the lightnings in revolt, Subduing to the will of mortal men The awful thunderbolt?
Our debt looms larger than our love can pay: We know not with what homage him to grace Whose name outlasts the monument's decay,— A glory to our race!
​With tireless hope, he seems to move before, Beck'ning to all that helpful is and free: A lover of mankind, inheritor Of Immortality!

## Notes

"Eripuit coelo fulmen, sceptrumque tyrannis": A line in Latin that Marquis Turgot wrote under a portrait of Franklin. An English translation by James Elphinston (pre-1817):
He snatcht the bolt from Heaven's avenging hand, Disarm'd and drove the tyrant from the land.
# Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume II/Compensation

COMPENSATION
WHEN Winter's sovereignty complete Has left us not a leaf to cull, Then come the feathery snow and sleet: So God doth love the beautiful!