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# Tower of Ivory/A Song for the Harp

A SONG FOR THE HARP
Iseult, Iseult of Ireland,
The years are born again,
Again Tintagel's towers stand,
And blows the corn again,
The russet corn again.
Again, again the shoreward waves
Make wondrous undertone,
That whispers down the forest naves
When melody is flown,
When twilight birds are flown.
Iseult, Iseult, remember thou
How soft the music swept—
Nay till the lily moon arow
I'll dream that time has slept,
All flower-like has slept.
So softly was the harping wrought
As in the web of sound
The wings of melody were caught,
And fluttering music bound,
And moth-winged music bound.
Iseult, Iseult, when night is drawn
I'll cross the Irish sea,
And in the moon's white fragrant dawn
Steal down the dusk to thee,
Across the years to thee.
Iseult, my queen, all loves that were
Born on a kiss and killed,
Resurgent with the surging year,
Are in the heart fulfilled,
The secret heart fulfilled.
Forget? Nay thou can'st not forget
Nor peaceful close thine eyes.
Upon thy rose the thorn regret
Shall scar with memories,
Scar peace with memories.
# Tower of Ivory/An Antique Shop

AN ANTIQUE SHOP
Her chair now, see how curious the line
Of dragons down the old mahogany
And that daguerreotype—you almost see
How red her cheeks and how her earrings shine.
And that's her lustre crock for cherry wine,
And that—ah, that frail web of filigree—
Grandmother's wedding night-cap, worn when she
First slept in that old bed you thought so fine.
Ah, little bride, when you and I are fled
Beyond the farthest echo of to-day,
And all our hearts immortalized is dead,
And all our love dreamed amaranth is grey—
Think you a broken net of silver thread
Could mark the world how joyous was life's May?
# Tower of Ivory/An Eternity

AN ETERNITY
There is no dusk to be,
There is no dawn that was,
Only there's now, and now,
And the wind in the grass.
Days I remember of
Now in my heart, are now;
Days that I dream will bloom
White the peach bough.
Dying shall never be
Now in the windy grass;
Now under shooken leaves
Death never was.
# Tower of Ivory/A Library of Law

A LIBRARY OF LAW
Adjudicated quarrels of mankind,
Brown row on row!—how well these lawyers bind
Their records of dead sin,—as if they feared
The hate might spill and their long shelves be smeared
With slime of human souls,—brown row on row
Span on Philistine span, a greasy show
Of lust and lies and cruelty, dried grime
Streaked from the finger of the beggar, Time.
I wonder if the little letters there,
Black-stamped and damned eternally to bear
The records of old sin, must never long
For that fair printed world of ancient song,
Where, line on martial line, they stretch across
The vellum's edge to some irradiant boss
Of scarlet lettering, where sits a quaint
Gilt-featured and attenuated saint,
That world where they grow volatile and fling
A spray of golden butterflies a-wing
Up through the blue infinities of dream
To brush God's feet, and flutter, wings a-gleam,
About the veinless marble of His chair,
And make a sudden splendor through His hair;
That world where they drift ghostly down the dusk
Of old forgotten twilights, toss the musk
Of primroses against his face who reads,
Make prayers from the clicking of old beads,
Blow long dead summers through the naked trees
Leaf after leaf, call back faint memories
Of lips that once were sweet, and eyes once glad,
And little hands that set the spirit mad
With plucking of invisible lute strings,—
All, all the vanished magic of dead things.
# Tower of Ivory/A Sampler

A SAMPLER
She stitches quaint embroideries
My lady of white hands,
With fishes from the China seas
And beasts from foreign lands.
And flowers out of Araby
And sage Saharan ants,
And cockatoos from Nickerie
And wrinkled elephants,
And ships with swelling purple sails
And cargoes pavonine,
And whalermen and spouting whales,
And porpoises in line.
And cows of rich autumnal hues
A-browse in flowered meads,
And shepherd dogs in buffs and blues
And shepherd boys in tweeds.
She weaves them all into a net,
And, silk for Circe's wine,
Enchants them there with mignonette
In intricate design.
And thence methinks she has that art
Whereby her fingers twist
Into the dull web of my heart
Silver and amethyst.
# Tower of Ivory/"To Lucasta, On Going to the Wars"

"TO LUCASTA, ON GOING TO THE WARS"
Now has all time culminated
In this pulse of dizzy blood;
Now eternity is mated
In this swift suspended flood
Of the sense that sings, Forever
Does this perfect Now abide,
And the brain that echoes, Never,
Never, never turns again this tide.
Oh, the desperate dumb clinging
Of the unbelieving hands!
Oh, the nerves grown dull with flinging
Up the mind's o'er-written sands
All the fleetingness of wonder,
All the moment's cresting foam,
That withdrawing leaves thereunder
Vanishing, dim legends where it clomb.
Unforgotten, unremembered
Shall thy beauty haunt the brain
Like old magic cities embered
Where the golden sunsets wane;—
Ah, my love let be to-morrow!
All to-morrow is is now,
All we'd lose and all we'd borrow;—
Laugh, and prove all time more brief than thou.
# Tower of Ivory/Baccalaureate

BACCALAUREATE
A year or two, and grey Euripides,
And Horace and a Lydia or so,
And Euclid and the brush of Angelo,
Darwin on man, Vergilius on bees,
The nose and dialogues of Socrates,
Don Quixote, Hudibras and Trinculo,
How worlds are spawned and where the dead gods go,—
All shall be shard of broken memories.
And there shall linger other, magic things,—
The fog that creeps in wanly from the sea,
The rotten harbor smell, the mystery
Of moonlit elms, the flash of pigeon wings,
The sunny Green, the old-world peace that clings
About the college yard, where endlessly
The dead go up and down. These things shall be
Enchantment of our hearts' rememberings.
And these are more than memories of youth
Which earth's four winds of pain shall blow away;
These are youth's symbols of eternal truth,
Symbols of dream and imagery and flame,
Symbols of those same verities that play
Bright through the crumbling gold of a great name.
# Tower of Ivory/A Song

A SONG
Youth is old before his time,
Hélas! Heighho!
Watcheth where the white stars climb,
Readeth windy wheat to rhyme,
Danceth to no tune, no chime,
Heighho!
Youth is drear before his days,
Hélas! Heighho!
Weepeth where the cypress sways,
Chanteth Grief a doleful praise,
Danceth to no roundelays,
Heighho!
Youth is done with lovely Life,
Hélas! Heighho!
Putteth Lady Hope to knife,
Taketh Mistress Worm to wife,
Hath no joyous Hippogrife,
Hélas!
Danceth to no merry fife,
Heighho!
# Thom's Irish Who's Who/Boyle, John F.

​BOYLE, John F.; b. at Kilkenny, 1880; educ.: Christian Schools, Kilkenny; Editor of the Dublin "Evening Herald" since 1912. Address: "Evening Herald" Office, Middle Abbey Street, Dublin.
# Thom's Irish Who's Who/Brady, Patrick Sarsfield

​BRADY, Patrick Sarsfield, R.M. Educ.: St. Malachy's College, Belfast, and Blackrock College. Dublin; a Solicitor previous to appointment as Resident Magistrate at Kilkee, 1910; b. 1877: son of James Brady, of Belfast; m. 1906. Res.: Kilkee, Co. Clare.
# Thom's Irish Who's Who/Boyle, Daniel

​BOYLE, Daniel, was an Alderman and Justice of the Peace for the City of Manchester; Chairman, Manchester Tramways, 1898-1906; member of the Finance and Police Committees, Leader of the Nationalist Party in Manchester: member of Executive of U.I.L. of Great Britain; Director of several Manchester commercial concerns: visited U.S. America with John Redmond, M.P., 1910; M.P., for N. Mayo. 1910-18; resigned public positions in Manchester, 1917; b. 1859; youngest son of late Donal Boyle, farmer, Kilcoo, Co. Fermanagh; m. 1893. Annie, 2nd dau. of late Mr. Patrick Gardiner, Sligo. Res.: Castleconnor, Co. Sligo.
# Thom's Irish Who's Who/Boyle, William

​BOYLE, William, Dramatic Author. Educ. at St. Mary's College, Dundalk, Co. Louth; engaged in Office of Customs and Excise from 1874; Plays (produced bv The Irish National Theatre Society)—The Building Fund, 1905; The Eloquent Dempsey, 1906; The Lone Charm, 1911; Family Failing. 1912; son of Patrick Boyle and Mary, dau. of —— Meehan; b. 1853; m. Maud Monica Cross. Res.: 56 Crescent Lane, Clapham Park, London, S.W.4.
# Thom's Irish Who's Who/Boyse, Henry Thos. Arthur Shapland

​BOYSE, Henry Thos. Arthur Shapland, D.L., J.P., Co. Wexford, Capt. Spec. Res. Irish Gds; o$ly son of late H. A. H. Boyse, D.L.. J.P.. of Bannow House, Co. Wexford; b. 1878; m. 1911, Mercy, dau. of late Claude Baggallay, K.C. Res.: Bannow House, Wexford. White's, Guards', Kildare Street, Dublin, and St. George's Yacht Clubs.
# Thom's Irish Who's Who/Brabazon, Major-Gen. Sir John Palmer

​BRABAZON, Major-Gen. Sir John Palmer, K.C.B. Mil. (1911), C.V.O. (1901), C.B. (1893). Served as a Volunteer in Ashanti War, 1874: in Afghan War, 1878-80; Soudan, 1884; Nile Expedition, 1884-5; Commanded 2nd Cav. Brig., S. Africa Field Force, 1899-1900, and Imp. Yeo., 1900; A.D.C. to Queen Victoria, 1889-1901; and to King Edward, 1901-1910; Gentleman Usher to King Edward, 1901-08: Knt. Commander. 1st Class, Order of Danuebrog. Only surviving son of late Major Hugh Brabazon, late 15th Hussars, D.L., of Brabazon Park, Co. ​Mayo; b. 1843. Res.: 10 Wilton Crescent, London, S.W.; Glen Corrib, Headford, Co. Galway. Clubs: Guards, Marlborough, and Turf.
# Thom's Irish Who's Who/Brady, Patrick Joseph

​BRADY, Patrick Joseph; Educ. at St. Vincent's College, Castleknock, and University College, Dublin; admitted a Solicitor, 1893; M.P. for Stephen's Green Div. of Dublin. 1910-18; Member of the Council of the Incorp. Law Society of Ireland; Director of the Midland G. W. Rly. of Ireland since 1912, and of the Hibernian Bank since 1918; son of late James Brady, of Dublin; b. 1868; m. Evelyn, dau. of John Douglas Parminter, Fleet-Paymaster, R.N. Res.: Glena, 140 Rock Road, Booterstown, Co. Dublin.
# Thom's Irish Who's Who/Boyle, Edward Maurice Fitzgerald

​BOYLE, Edward Maurice FitzGerald; Member, Royal Irish Academy; Fellow, Royal Society of Antiquaries, Ireland; Member, incorporated Law Society: Member, Royal Dublin Society; Governor, Foyle College: Governor, Coleraine Academical Institution; General Agent of the Hon. the Irish Society; admitted a Solicitor, Ireland, 1895; b. 1st Nov., 1873; eldest son of the late Major Alexander Boyle, J.P., of Bridge Hill, Limavady, and Louisa Plummer; m. 1898, Ethel Maude, eldest dau. of late Capt. R. A. Ogilby, D.L., of Pellipar, Dungiven; two sons, two daus. Pubns.: records of Limavady and Articles in Antiquarian Journals and Magazines. Recns.: shooting, archæology and genealogy. Res.: Gorteon, Limavady, Co. Londonderry. Clubs: Royal Societies, London; Northern Counties, Londonderry.
# Thom's Irish Who's Who/Bradley, Michael

​BRADLEY, Michael (M.P. for North, Mid., West, South and South-East Cork 1922).
# Thom's Irish Who's Who/Brady, Sir William Longfield

​BRADY, Sir William Longfield, Bart. (Unit. Kgd., 1869). Late Major York and Lancaster Regt.; Major, Res. of Officers; younger and only surviving son of Maziere John Brady (d. 1903), (who was younger son of Rt. Hon. Sir Maziere, 1st Bart., and Elizabeth (d. 1894), dau. of late Rev. R. Longfield): b. 16th July, 1864: s. his brother, Sir Robert, as 4th Bart., 20th Sept., 1909; m. 30th Oct., 1891. Caroline Florence, dau. of Alfred H. M'Clintock, M.D., and has issue a dau. Res.: 7 Glenart Avenue, Blackrock, Co. Dublin.
# Twentieth Century Impressions of Hongkong, Shanghai, and other Treaty Ports of China/Mr. Edward Alexander Irving

​MR. EDWARD ALEXANDER IRVING, Inspector of Schools, Hongkong, was born in 1870, and at the age of twenty-one joined the Perak Civil Service as a junior officer. Whilst in the Malay States he qualified in law, and acquired a knowledge of Malay, Hakka, and Cantonese, and filled various appointments in Perak and Selangor in the Mines Departments and Chinese Protectorate. He arrived in Hongkong in April, 1901, as Inspector of Schools, and has held that office ever since, except on two occasions when he acted as Registrar-General and Member of the Legislative Council. He resides at "Kinta," the Peak.
# Travels to Discover the Source of the Nile: in the Years 1768, 1769, 1770, 1771, 1772, and 1773/Volume 4

TRAVELS
TO DISCOVER THE
SOURCE OF THE NILE,
In the Years 1768, 1769, 1770, 1771, 1772, and 1773.
IN FIVE VOLUMES.
BY JAMES BRUCE OF KINNAIRD, ESQ. F. R. S.
VOL. IV.
* Sola potest Libye turbam præstare molorum,
* Ut deceat fugisse viros.
* Lucan. lib. ix.
EDINBURGH: PRINTED BY J. RUTHVEN, FOR G. G. J. AND J. ROBINSON, PATERNOSTER-ROW, LONDON.
MDCCXC.
CONTENTS
OF THE
FOURTH VOLUME.
# Union Pacific Railroad Company v. Sides/Opinion of the Court

* Court Documents
* Case Syllabus
* Opinion of the Court
United States Supreme Court
231 U.S. 213
Union Pacific Railroad Company v. Sides
Argued: October 14, 1913. --- Decided: December 1, 1913
Action in ejectment, brought by plaintiff in error, called here plaintiff, against defendants in error, here called defendants, in the district court of Arapahoe county, state of Colorado.
Except as to the description of the land the complaint is substantially the same as that in No. 682 [[[231 U.S. 204]], 58 L. ed. --, 34 Sup. Ct. Rep. 104], and presents the same legal rights and titles. Defendant Sides demurred to the complaint; Scherrer denied being in possession of the land and disclaimed any claim to it. The demurrer was overruled and Scherrer answered, setting up defenses which are in substance the same as in No. 682. To the defenses plaintiff filed demurrers, which were sustained. Sides elected to plead no further, and the case coming on for trial and certain facts being agreed upon as testified to, objection to the materiality of which was made, motions to dismiss and for judgment were also made and overruled. Judgment was entered for plaintiff. It was reversed by the supreme court of the state, for the reasons stated in its opinion in Snow v. Union P. R. Co., 55 Colo. 175, 133 Pac. 1037; that is, No. 682 [[[231 U.S. 204]], 58 L. ed. --, 34 Sup. Ct. Rep. 104], 55 Colo. 174, 133 Pac. 1040.
This case was submitted with No. 682, involves the same questions, and is determined by its decision.
Judgment reversed and cause remanded for further proceedings not inconsistent herewith.
Mr. Justice Hughes dissents.
Mr. Justice Holmes and Mr. Justice Pitney took no part in the decision.

## Notes

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# Union Pacific Railroad Company v. Snow

United States Supreme Court
231 U.S. 204
Union Pacific Railroad Company v. Snow
Argued: October 14, 1913. --- Decided: December 1, 1913
Messrs. N. H. Loomis, C. C. Dorsey, and E. I. Thayer for plaintiff in error.
Messrs. Milton Smith, Charles R. Brock, and W. H. Ferguson for defendants in error.
[Argument of Counsel from pages 205-207 intentionally omitted]
Mr. Justice McKenna delivered the opinion of the court:

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# Union Pacific Railroad Company v. Price
## Dissenting Opinion

    Douglas
United States Supreme Court
360 U.S. 601
Union Pacific Railroad Company v. Price
Argued: March 31, 1959. --- Decided: June 29, 1959
Mr. James A. Wilcox, Omaha, Neb., for petitioner.
Mr. Samuel S. Lionel, Las Vegas, Nev., for respondent.
Mr. Justice BRENNAN delivered the opinion of the Court.

## Notes

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# Union Pacific Railroad Company v. Sides

United States Supreme Court
231 U.S. 213
Union Pacific Railroad Company v. Sides
Argued: October 14, 1913. --- Decided: December 1, 1913
Messrs. N. H. Loomis, C. C. Dorsey, and E. I. Thayer for plaintiff in error.
Messrs. Milton Smith, Charles R. Brock, and W. H. Ferguson for defendants in error.
Mr. Justice McKenna delivered the opinion of the court:

## Notes

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# Translations from Charles Baudelaire, with a few original poems

POEMS
AND
TRANSLATIONS.
TRANSLATIONS
FROM
CHARLES BAUDELAIRE.
WITH A FEW ORIGINAL POEMS.
BY
RICHARD HERNE SHEPHERD
LONDON:
JOHN CAMDEN HOTTEN, PICCADILLY.
1869.
​CONTENTS.
TRANSLATIONS.
From Charles Baudelaire.
A Carcass 11
Weeping and Wandering 14
Lesbos 16
From Don Juan Manuel.
Couplets 21
MISCELLANEOUS POEMS.
To the Muse 31
Song, "Let the Violet Die" 33
The Willow-Tree 35
Stanzas Written at Babicoube Bat ... 36
May Memories 38
MISCELLANEOUS POEMS— continued.
PAGE.
Nature's Forgiveness 4°
Home from Sea 4^
Memory 4*
"Sleep, Sister, in Thy Grassy Grave" ... 44
Spring 4^
Hope 47
To a Philanthropist 49
Hyacinths and Primroses S^
SONNETS.
"Father! I Know Thy Spirit Watches Over" . 55
To W. T. Waite, with a Juvenile Poem . . 5^
In Memory of E. M. T 57
Written in Devon 5^
Books and Nature 59
To W. C. C 60
Steam 61
Furze Blossom 62
Simplicity of Life 63
A Sailor's Wedding Party 64
To , WITH a Translation of the Odes of
Horace 65
SONNETS— continued.
PAGE,
May, 1860 66
February, 1866 67
To THE Rev. S. B. Burrell 68
ESSEX PASTORALS.
The Ass in Lion's Skin ; or, The Essex Cato 73 Churchwarden Cato 76 The Philosophical Doctor . . . 80
My Pastor and Friend . . 83
Tap of Whitechapel 86
"Eritis sicut Dii, scientes bonum et malum."
TRANSLATIONS
FROM
CHARLES BAUDELAIRE,
&c.
# Translations from Camoens; and Other Poets, with Original Poetry/Venice

DELLA CASA.
VENICE.
Questi palazzi, e queste logge or colte.
THESE marble domes, by wealth and genius graced, With sculptured forms, bright hues, and Parian stone, Were once rude cabins midst a lonely waste, Wild shores of solitude, and isles unknown.
Pure from each vice, 'twas here a venturous train Fearless in fragile barks explored the sea; Not theirs a wish to conquer or to reign, They sought these island-precincts—to be free.
Ne'er in their souls ambition's flame arose, No dream of avarice broke their calm repose; Fraud, more than death, abhorred each artless breast: Oh! now, since Fortune gilds their brightening day, Let not those virtues languish and decay, O'erwhelmed by luxury, and by wealth opprest!
# Translations from Charles Baudelaire, with a few original poems/A Carcass

A CARCASS.
* Recall to mind the sight we saw, my soul,
* That soft, sweet summer day:
* Upon a bed of flints a carrion foul,
* Just as we turn'd the way,
* Its legs erected, wanton-like, in air.
* Burning and sweating pest.
* In unconcern'd and cynic sort laid bare
* To view its noisome breast.
* The sun lit up the rottenness with gold,
* To bake it well inclined,
* And give great Nature back a hundredfold
* All she together joln'd.
* The sky regarded as the carcass proud
* Oped flower-like to the day;
* So strong the odour, on the grass you vow'd
* You thought to faint away.
* ​The flies the putrid belly buzz'd about,
* Whence black battalions throng
* Of maggots, like thick liquid flowing out
* The living rags along.
* And as a wave they mounted and went down.
* Or darted sparkling wide ;
* As if the body, by a wild breath blown,
* Lived as it multiplied.
* From all this life a music strange there ran.
* Like wind and running burns;
* Or like the wheat a winnower in his fan
* With rhythmic movement turns.
* The forms wore off, and as a dream grew faint,
* An outline dimly shown.
* And which the artist finishes to paint
* From memory alone.
* Behind the rocks watch'd us with angry eye
* A bitch disturb'd in theft,
* "Waiting to take, till we had pass'd her by,
* The morsel she had left.
* ​Yet you will be like that corruption too,
* Like that infection prove—
* Star of my eyes, sun of my nature, you,
* My angel and my love!
* Queen of the graces, you will even be so,
* When, the last ritual said,
* Beneath the grass and the fat flowers you go,
* To mould among the dead.
* Then, O my beauty, tell the insatiate worm,
* Who wastes you with his kiss,
* I have kept the godlike essence and the form
* Of perishable bliss!
# Translations from Charles Baudelaire, with a few original poems/Weeping and Wandering

WEEPING AND WANDERING.
* Say, Agatha, if at times your spirit turns
* Far from the black sea of the city's mud,
* To another ocean, where the splendour burns
* All blue, and clear, and deep as maidenhood?
* Say, Agatha, if your spirit thither turns?
* The boundless sea consoles the weary mind!
* What demon gave the sea—that chantress hoarse
* To the huge organ of the chiding wind—
* The function grand to rock us like a nurse?
* The boundless ocean soothes the jaded mind!
* O car and frigate, bear me far away,
* For here our tears moisten the very clay.
* Is't true that Agatha's sad heart at times
* Says, Far from sorrows, from remorse, from crimes,
* Remove me, car, and, frigate, bear away?
* O perfumed paradise, how far removed,
* Where 'neath a clear sky all is love and joy,
* Where all we love is worthy to be loved,
* And pleasure drowns the heart, but does not cloy.
* O perfumed paradise, so far removed!
* ​But the green paradise of childlike loves,
* The walks, the songs, the kisses, and the flowers,
* The violins dying behind the hills, the hours
* Of evening and the wine-flasks in the groves.
* But the green paradise of early loves,
* The innocent paradise, full of stolen joys,
* Is't farther off than ev'n the Indian main?
* Can we recall it with our plaintive cries,
* Or give it life, with silvery voice, again,
* The innocent paradise, full of furtive joys?
# Translations from Camoens; and Other Poets, with Original Poetry/Tu, que la dulce vida en tiernas anos

EL CONDE JUAN DE TARSIS.
Tu, que la dulce vida en tiernas anos.
Thou, who hast fled from life’s enchanted bowers, In youth's gay spring, in beauty's glowing morn, Leaving thy bright array, thy path of flowers, For the rude convent-garb, and couch of thorn;
Thou that, escaping from a world of cares, Hast found thy haven in devotion's fane, As to the port the fearful bark repairs, To shun the midnight-perils of the main;
Now the glad hymn, the strain of rapture pour, While on thy soul the beams of glory rise! For if the pilot hail the welcome shore, With shouts of triumph swelling to the skies; Oh! how shouldst thou the exulting pæan raise, Now heaven's bright harbour opens on thy gaze!
# Translations from Homer

TRANSLATIONS FROM HOMER
BY
WILLIAM JOHN BLEW, B.A.
OXFORD: PRINTED BY TALBOYS AND BROWNE.
FIRST BOOK OF THE ILIAD
BATTLE OF THE FROGS AND MICE
HYMN TO THE DELIAN APOLLO
BACCHUS, OR THE ROVERS
SECOND BOOK OF THE ILIAD
TRANSLATIONS FROM HOMER
BY
WILLIAM JOHN BLEW, B.A.
OXFORD PUBLISHED BY D. A. TALBOYS.
MDCCCXXXI.
CONTENTS
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# Translations from Homer/Bacchus, or the Rovers

BACCHUS, OR THE ROVERS.