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# Maiden's choice/The maiden's choice

THE MAIDEN'S CHOICE.
O Daughter! O daughter! marry a man, That gets his living all on the land; 'Tis do your endeavour, do all that you can, That the first night he may be at your command. For don't marry with a sailor then, For they're a ranting, roaring sort of men, etc.
For landmen they have money for to lend, And what the sailors get they soon do spend; Drinking at taverns, spending galore, They spend their money when they come on shore. So do not marry with a sailor then, For they're a ranting, roaring sort of men, etc.
For sailors they do curse and swear, On board of men of war and privateers; All their delight is to destroy and kill, While the landmen they live so meek and mild. So do not marry with a sailor then, For they're a ranting, roaring sort of men, etc.
Mother, you seem to take the landmen's part, They'd all be sailors if they had good hearts; Sailors they venture through many a storm, To keep their country free from harm. So I do love them as I do my life, And hope to be some honest sailor's wife, etc.
Our merchant trade would soon decay, And so would ev'ry other trade beside, If it were not for the sailors bold, That cross the foaming billows wide. So I do love them as I do my life, And hope to be some honest sailor’s wife. etc.
​For sailors they do spend their money free, When that they do come from the roaring sea, And if they meet a pretty wench whom they adore, They will send her both gold and silver store. So I do love them as I do my life, And hope to be some honest sailor's wife, etc.
O daughter, O daughter, since that I find, 'Tis for a sailor bold your heart is inclin'd, As for the landmen you cannot them adore, So I never will persuade you any more; For I need must confess that the most of them, Are a very handsome sort of gentlemen.
Come, all you young fellows, be ruled by me, and spend not your money in waste, For if that you do, you are surely undone, so away to your business in haste.
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# Mail Coaches

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* "Mail Coaches", in North American Review
* "Mail Coaches" in Littell's Living Age, 133 (1714)
# Maiden's choice/The wake on the green

The WAKE on the GREEN.
YOu nymphs and shepherds that join in the throng, Pray tarry a while on the bent of my song, My story, tho' simple, 'tis true that I tell, I hope it will please you all wonderful well.
I went t'other day to a wake on the green, I met with a lass as fair as a queen, I ask’d for a kiss, but the damsel cry'd no, She struggl'd and frown’d, and said, pray let me go.
​I tenderly cry'd, Phillis don’t be a Prude, But still she reply'd, I'll cry out if you're rude, The more that I press'd her the more she cry'd no, She struggl'd and frown'd, and said, pray let me go.
I found no entreaty could make her comply, When ever I touch'd her, 'twas, fie Colin, fie, So I sent for a Parson and made her my wife, And now I am welcome to kiss her for life.
Come all you young damsels take warning by this, Take care how too freely you part with a kiss, Conceal for a time all the favours you can, For that's the best way to make sure of your man.
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# Maillard v. Lawrence

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United States Supreme Court
57 U.S. 251
Maillard v. Lawrence

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# Maimonides' Introduction to "Helek"

English-language translations of הקדמת הרמב"ם לפרק חלק include:
* Maimonides' Introduction to "Helek" (Abelson) - 1906 translation by J. Abelson
* Translation:Maimonides' Introduction to "Helek" (Wikisource) - a modernized version of the Abelson translation, updated based on current scholarship and formatted.
# Marriage Act, Extension Act, 1997

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The Marriage Act, Extension Act, 1997 (Act No. 50 of 1997), extended the operation of the South African Marriage Act, 1961, to the whole of South Africa. The purpose of this was to make the Marriage Act apply in the territory of the former "independent" bantustans (Transkei, Bophuthatswana, Venda and Ciskei), whose own marriage laws had remained in force when they were integrated back into South Africa.
The act was published on 12 November 1997 in Government Gazette No. 18419, but it was deemed to be retroactive to 27 April 1994, the date on which the bantustans were reintegrated as a consequence of the commencement of the Constitution of the Republic of South Africa, 1993.
Act
To extend the operation of the Marriage Act, 1961, to the whole of South Africa; and to make provision for matters connected therewith.
Be it enacted by the Parliament of the Republic of South Africa, as follows:―
Extension of operation of Marriage Act to whole of South Africa
1. (1) The operation of the provisions of the Marriage Act, 1961 (Act No. 25 of 1961), is hereby extended to the whole of South Africa.
(2) The provisions of subsection (1) shall be deemed to have come into operation on 27 April 1994.
Short title
2. This Act shall be called the Marriage Act, Extension Act 1997.
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# Marriage Amendment Act, 1964

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Act No. 11 of 1964. First published on 28 February 1964 in Government Gazette Extraordinary No. 734, and came into force upon publication.
Act
To amend the Marriage Act, 1961.
Be it enacted by the State President, the Senate and the House of Assembly of the Republic of South Africa, as follows:―
1. (1) Section twelve of the Marriage Act, 1961, is hereby amended by the insertion in paragraph (a) after the word “belongs” of the words “or where in the opinion of the minister of religion of the congregation in question or his duly authorized substitute he or she usually attends divine service”.
(2) In deciding on the validity of any marriage solemnized after the commencement of the Marriage Act, 1961, which has not before the commencement of this section been declared ​invalid by a competent court, section twelve of the said Act shall be construed as if sub-section (1) of this section was in force on the date on which such marriage was solemnized and had been in force at all relevant times prior to that date.
2. Section fifteen of the Marriage Act, 1961, is hereby amended by the insertion in sub-section (1) after the word “published” where it occurs for the first time of the words “or his duly authorized representative”.
3. This Act shall be called the Marriage Amendment Act, 1964.
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# Marriage Act, 1961/Versions

Various versions of the Marriage Act, 1961, exist:
* as enacted on 21 April 1961 and as came into force on 1 January 1962.
* as amended on 28 February 1964 by the Marriage Amendment Act, 1964.
* as amended on 28 August 1964 by the Black Laws Amendment Act, 1964.
* as amended on 27 March 1968 by the Marriage Amendment Act, 1968.
* as amended on 1 February 1972 by the Marriage Amendment Act, 1970.
* as amended on 12 April 1972 by the Marriage Amendment Act, 1972.
* as amended on 4 April 1973 by the Marriage Amendment Act, 1973.
* as amended on 1 August 1978 by the Second Black Laws Amendment Act, 1978.
* as amended on 8 January 1982 by the Marriage Amendment Act, 1981.
* as amended on 1 November 1984 by the Matrimonial Property Act, 1984.
* as amended on 23 April 1986 by the Marriages, Births and Deaths Amendment Act, 1986.
* as amended on 1 February 1987 by the Child Care Act, 1983.
* as amended on 13 July 1990 by the Application of Certain Laws to Namibia Abolition Act, 1990.
* as amended on 28 June 1991 by the Population Registration Act Repeal Act, 1991.
* as amended on 1 October 1992 by the Births and Deaths Registration Act, 1992, and currently in force.
# Maryland, my Maryland, and other poems/Alexandrine

ALEXANDRINE
’Twas the morning of Palm Sunday, in Village Adair, And the shy little chapel seemed jubilant there; ’Twas the morn of Palm Sunday, sad Sunday, I ween That I met thee and loved thee, Alexandrine, Alexandrine!
I stood by the pew that was nearest to thine, While gentle St. Agnes, just over the shrine, Yearned tenderly to thee, as if she had seen, Thy face up in Heaven, Alexandrine, Alexandrine!
I remember thy bodice, so snowy and blest, With a violet guarding its virginal nest; Thy sensitive forehead, thy contour serene, And a ripple of ringlets, Alexandrine, Alexandrine!
We met in the aisle—how I think of it now! And meekly I tendered my sanctified bough. ’Twas fondled, thy darling, deft fingers between— Ah! the poor bough is withered, Alexandrine, Alexandrine!
And withered am I by a pitiless doom, Like a blast from the lungs of the Demon Simoon; In the magical spell of a haunted ravine, Dost thou hear when I call thee, Alexandrine? Alexandrine!
On my cheek there is health, all my mind is aglow, But my soul is the saddest Sahara, I know; For thought hath not compassed, and eye hath not seen The kingdom I’m banished from, Alexandrine, Alexandrine!
By the way of the cross gleams thy radiant crown; By the way of the world all my dreams have gone down: For thee peace and mercy; for me daggers keen, And war with the wehr-wolf, Alexandrine, Alexandrine!
In thy saintliest prayer I would ask to remain, Though for me there be no resurrection again. The stars in their courses have mocked me, my queen, But I bless thee forever, Alexandrine, Alexandrine!
Thy sorrows were many, thy happy days few; Thy tears bowed thee down like a rose crushed with dew; But those tears were too precious for mortal to glean, And a bride of the sky art thou, Alexandrine, Alexandrine!
# Maryland, my Maryland, and other poems/Anima

ANIMA
You came to me in feeble health, the hectic on your cheek, Revealed to my adoring sight a body frail and weak; The lissome form, the glamoured eyes, the spirit undefiled, These, and a glimpse of early death, I saw, beloved child! And if, my guilty heart could dare to make your heart its goal— I did not love you for your face—I loved you for your soul!
You came to me a waif of God, unsullied by deceit; I felt it sacrilege to kiss the shadows of your feet. And when your thoughts were magnified beyond the dull terrene, Me dreamt you sat within the Heaven beside the Nazarene. And if my fierce emotions seared your being like a scroll— I did not love you for your face—I love you for your soul!
You came to me like manna dews—like an embodied prayer; Till your imploring accents turned the torrent of despair. You made me feel the blight of Sin, the majesty of Love, And when I clutched an earthly crown, you merely glanced above. Oh, gladly for you would these hands demand the beggar’s dole— I did not love you for your face—I loved you for your soul!
You left me, darling child, before the Promised Land was won, And it was hard for me to look upon the living sun. ’Twas no ignoble whim that hoped to make you mine alway; My idol was no frenzy of the perishable clay. And if I kneel to you no more, save by the churchyard knoll, I have not loved you for your face—I’ve loved you for your soul!
# Maryland, My Maryland and There's Life in the Old Land Yet/Maryland, My Maryland

MARYLAND, MY MARYLAND.
The despot’s heel is on thy shore, Maryland! His touch is at thy temple door, Maryland! Avenge the patriotic gore That flecked the streets of Baltimore, And be the battle queen of yore, Maryland! My Maryland!
Hark to a wand’ring son’s appeal, Maryland! My mother State! to thee I kneel, Maryland! For life and death, for woe and weal, Thy peerless chivalry reveal, And gird thy beauteous limbs with steel, Maryland! My Maryland!
Thou wilt not cower in the dust, Maryland! Thy beaming sword shall never rust, Maryland! Remember Carroll’s sacred trust, Remember Howard’s warlike thrust— And all thy slumberers with the just, Maryland! My Maryland!
Come! ’tis the red dawn of the day, Maryland! Come! with thy panoplied array, Maryland! With Ringgold’s spirit for the fray, With Watson’s blood at Monterey, With fearless Lowe and dashing May, Maryland! My Maryland!
Come! for thy shield is bright and strong, Maryland! Come! for thy dalliance does thee wrong, Maryland! Come! to thine own heroic throng, That stalks with liberty along, And gives a new Key to thy song, Maryland! My Maryland!
Dear Mother! burst the tyrant’s chain, Maryland! Virginia should not call in vain, Maryland! She meets her sister on the plain— “Sic semper,” ’tis the proud refrain, That baffles minions back again, Maryland! My Maryland!
I see the blush upon thy cheek, Maryland! But thou wast ever bravely meek, Maryland! But lo! there surges forth a shriek From hill to hill, from creek to creek— Potomac calls to Chesapeake, Maryland! My Maryland!
Thou wilt not yield the Vandal toll, Maryland! Thou wilt not crook to his control, Maryland! Better the fire upon thee roll, Better the blade, the shot, the bowl, Than crucifixion of the soul, Maryland! My Maryland!
I hear the distant thunder hum, Maryland! The Old Line’s bugle fife and drum, Maryland! She is not dead, nor deaf, nor dumb— Huzza! she spurns the Northern scum! She breathes! she burns! she’ll come! she’ll come! Maryland! My Maryland!
# Maryland, my Maryland, and other poems/Adieu

ADIEU
Adieu! adieu! Bright eye of blue, With ebbless oceans in thy hue; Unloved, unblest, I can not rest, While thou art waving to the West.
His prayer surceased, The Golden Priest Hath chanted Masses in the East, And goon will skim The river’s rim, To sing his dying vesper hymn.
I think—I think If I could sink Beyond this juggling orbit’s brink, That I might drown The Demon’s frown, Where suns and satellites go down.
Farewell! farewell! My bonnie belle, I dungeon what I cannot quell; Distraction’s slave, I weep and rave, While prophets warn me from the grave.
A wretch abhorred, I broke my sword Upon the buckler of the Lord; I feel the shock, Upon my rock, While the foul condors ’round me flock.
Good-bye! good-bye! I can not die Beneath thy sacramental eye; When gulf and knoll Atween us roll, Wilt thou be patient then, my soul?
Adieu! adieu! Sad eye of blue; I’ve wrecked my life within thy hue. I grieve, I grieve, And yet I live To know the future God may give.
I flee the plain, Accurst by Cain, To grasp my battle-ax again; And in the sign Of Bread and Wine God the Consoler! I am Thine!
# Maryland, my Maryland, and other poems

JAMES RYDER RANDALL (At Twenty-Two) When Maryland, My Maryland, was written
MARYLAND, MY MARYLAND
AND OTHER POEMS
BY
James Ryder Randall
JOHN MURPHY COMPANY
Publishers
BALTIMORE, MD.NEW YORK
Copyright, 1908 by John Murphy Company
TO THE MEMORY OF MY MOTHER
CONTENTS
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# Maryland, my Maryland, and other poems/Architecture

ARCHITECTURE
Gone—gone the spires, and pinnacles, and fanes, I built upon the mist-isles of the past, Nought but a hollow Babylon remains Of all the bright, adorable, and vast; Still I make miraculous amends By hewing Meccas from your hearts, my friends!
Welcome! ye passionate rills that cleave my brain, Blest with ebullient melodies of morn— While ’mid the plumed battalia of the cane Throb the red sun-flags by encrimsoned corn! Here, where the forest with the field contends, I’ll sculpture immortalities, my friends!
Imperial Heart! that blossomed into mine Hot with eleusia of electric youth— Friend of my boyhood! a majestic shrine I chisel from that burning heart of truth. Where the parched gulls to velvet waves descend, Be thou, my Monolith of Faith, my friend!
Devoted Heart! that bore mine, like an ark, Through the blind deluge of disease and care, Giving it shelter in the light when dark And hideous fortunes throttled with despair— While the glad planets o’er the globe impend, Be thou my battlement of Pride, my friend!
Undaunted Heart! that into mine hath poured The subtle wine-blood of its lusty praise— A living bulwark, with its shield and sword, When I had fallen upon coward days; O, could I to ethereal worlds ascend, Thy Heart should be my Pantheon, my friend!
Maternal Heart! that charmed mine in the path That glideth to the splendor of the Throne, And soothed it, blistered in the climes of wrath, And kissed it, shud’ring from the abyss of moan, The sweet, sweet skies, like incense, interblend About the Altar of thy Heart, my friend!
And thou—who comest like a meteor-beam To quell me in the zenith of my pride— Thou—thou who mocketh me with that fatal gleam Which gave me but the ghost-world for a bride— Woe! woe! the palaces I wrought depart, And all my necromancy is a tomb—my Heart.
# Maryland, my Maryland, and other poems/Ashes

ASHES
The Spring will come with its ebullient blood, With flush of roses and imperial eyes; A vein of strength will throb along the flood— Banners of beauty toss the pillared wood When birds of music anthem to the skies.
And man prowls forth to mar thy gentle ways, With sword and shot and sacrilegious hand; Thy reign is fallen upon demon days, We peer at thee althrough a gory haze, Weeping and praying for our stricken land.
O Land! O Land! of benignant South! The Great High Priest approaches to thy brow, Anointing it with ashes; let thy mouth Rebel not, nor thy heart be filled with drouth— The hand will raise thee up that smites thee now.
# Maryland, my Maryland, and other poems/After A Little While

AFTER A LITTLE WHILE
After a little while, When all the glories of the night and day Have fled for aye, From Friendship’s glance and Beauty’s winsome smile, I pass away, After a little while.
After a little while, The snow will fall from time and trial shocks Down these dark locks; Then gliding onward to the Golden Isle, I pass the rocks, After a little while.
After a little while, Perchance, when youth is blazoned on my brow, As Hope is now, I fade and quiver in this dim defile, A fruitless bough, After a little while.
After a little while, And clouds that shimmer on the robes of June And vestal moon, No more my vagrant fancies can beguile— I slumber soon, After a little while.
After a little while, The birds will serenade in bush and tree, But not for me; On billows duskier than the gloomy Nile My barque must be— After a little while.
After a little while, The cross will glisten and the thistles wave Above my grave, And planets smile; Sweet Lord! then pillowed on Thy gentle breast, I fain would rest, After a little while.
# Maryland, my Maryland, and other poems/Althee

ALTHEE
Could tongue define In warbling line The music of this heart of mine, ’Twould sing, today, A roundelay, For thee, ma belle Creole Althee!
But words are weak, When words would speak, The ripeness of thy satin cheek, Or pearl that tips With dewy sips The arches of those blushing lips.
The floods of lace That flirt and race In eddying ripples ’round thy face, Have framed, I ween, In magic mien, The daintiest image ever seen.
Ah, sweet Althee! Around thee play The plumed, and crystal tribes of May; And in those eyes Float, flash, and rise Gay atmosphere of orient guise.
The eyes—the eyes! The planet eyes Fresh from their dreams of Paradise! My spirit sees, But never flees Their sorcery of sorceries.
Truth, Grace, and Love From worlds above— Hints of the Pure and Holy Dove— Divinely bright, These gems of sight Are throned upon their globes of light.
Thus heaven-beguiled, Beloved child, Have all the cherubs on thee smiled; Let joys depart Still, sweet, thou art Voiced in the virgin’s sacred heart.
Madonna! fold Her heart of gold In thy dear arms, when it is cold; Madonna! sing This bird of Spring To sleep beneath thy velvet wing!
Athwart my brain A shadowy rain Sobs forth this desolate refrain: Thy star is sped, Thy sunshine fled, Thy dream is bosomed with the dead!
Ay! dim—dim—dim— My senses swim Down by the lordly river’s brim; All pagan-eyed, I thrust my pride Out on the mad and stalwart tide.
And will it roll To some fair goal, Quaffing elixirs of the soul— Or witheringly Grope out to sea And drift—but will it drift to thee?
# Light of Those Whose Dreary Dwelling

Light of those whose dreary dwelling Borders on the shades of death, Come, and by thy love revealing, Dissipate the clouds beneath: The new heaven and earth's Creator, In our deepest darkness rise, Scattering all the night of nature, Pouring eye-sight on our eyes.
Still we wait for thy appearing, Life and joy thy beams impart, Chasing all our fears, and cheering Every poor benighted heart; Come, and manifest the favour God hath for our ransom'd race; Come, thou universal Saviour, Come, and bring the gospel-grace.
Save us in thy great compassion, O thou mild, pacific Prince, Give the knowledge of salvation, Give the pardon of our sins; By thy all-restoring merit, Every burden'd soul release, Every weary, wandering spirit, Guide into thy perfect peace.
# Light waves and their uses

Chicago: The University of Chicago Press, page Title
LIGHT WAVES AND THEIR USES
BY A. A. MICHELSON OF THE DEPARTMENT OF PHYSICS
THE DECENNIAL PUBLICATIONS
SECOND SERIES VOLUME III
CHICAGO THE UNIVERSITY OF CHICAGO PRESS 1903
THESE VOLUMES ARE DEDICATED
TO THE MEN AND WOMEN
OF OUR TIME AND COUNTRY WHO BY WISE AND GENEROUS GIVING
HAVE ENCOURAGED THE SEARCH AFTER TRUTH
IN ALL DEPARTMENTS OF KNOWLEDGE
PREFACE
This series of eight lectures on "Light Waves and Their Uses" was delivered in the spring of 1899 at the Lowell Institute. In the preparation of the experiments and the lantern projections I was ably assisted by Mr. C. R. Mann, to whom I am further indebted for editing this volume.
I have endeavored, possibly at the risk of inelegance of diction, to present the lectures as nearly as possible in the words in which they were originally given, trusting that thereby some of the interest of the spoken addresses might be retained.
While it is hoped that the work will be intelligible to the general reader, it is also possible that some of the ideas may be of interest to physicists and astronomers who may not have had occasion to read the somewhat scattered published papers.
A. A. Michelson.
Ryerson Physical Laboratory The University of Chicago
October, 1902
CONTENTS
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