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# Civil Aeronautics Board v. American Air Transport/Opinion of the Court

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United States Supreme Court
344 U.S. 4
Civil Aeronautics Board v. American Air Transport
Argued: Oct. 20, 1952. ---
The certificate is dismissed. National Labor Relations Board v. White Swan Co., 1941, 313 U.S. 23, 61 S.Ct. 751, 85 L.Ed. 1165; Lowden v. Northwestern National Bank & Trust Co., 1936, 298 U.S. 160, 56 S.Ct. 696, 80 L.Ed. 1114; White v. Johnson, 1931, 282 U.S. 367, 51 S.Ct. 115, 75 L.Ed. 388; United States v. Union Pacific R. Co., 1897, 168 U.S. 505, 18 S.Ct. 167, 42 L.Ed. 559.
The Civil Aeronautics Board has applied to this Court for an order requiring the Court of Appeals to send up the entire record. To grant such an application would bring 'the entire matter in controversy' before the Court for decision. 28 U.S.C. § 1254(3) 28 U.S.C.A. § 1254(3).
Since the certificate must be dismissed, the Court should not exercise its discretionary power to bring up 'the entire matter in controversy' for review. See Cleveland-Cliffs Iron Co. v. Arctic Iron Co., 1918, 248 U.S. 178, 39 S.Ct. 91, 63 L.Ed. 198. Perhaps the Court of Appeals may now wish to hear this case en banc to resolve the deadlock indicated in the certificate and give full review to the entire case. This Court does not normally review orders of administrative agencies in the first instance; and the Court does not desire to take any action at this time which might foreclose the possibility of such review in the Court of Appeals.
For these reasons the Board's application is denied.
Mr. Justice DOUGLAS dissents.

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# Civil Aeronautics Board v. Delta Air Lines, Inc.

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## Dissenting Opinion

    Whittaker
United States Supreme Court
367 U.S. 316
Civil Aeronautics Board v. Delta Air Lines, Inc.
Argued: April 27, 1961. --- Decided: June 12, 1961
Mr. John F. Davis, Washington, D.C., for petitioner in No. 492.
Mr. Albert F. Grisard, Washington, D.C., for petitioner in No. 493.
Mr. Richard S. Maurer, Atlanta, Ga., for respondent in each case.
Mr. Chief Justice WARREN delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Civil Aeronautics Board v. State Airlines State Airlines

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## Dissenting Opinion

    Reed
United States Supreme Court
338 U.S. 572
Civil Aeronautics Board v. State Airlines State Airlines
Argued: Dec. 12, 1949. --- Decided: Feb 6, 1950
Mr. Frederick W. P. Lorenzen, New York City, for State Airlines, Inc., for respondent.
Mr. Emory T. Nunneley, Jr., Washington, D.C., for Civil Aeronautics Board.
Mr. Charles H. Murchison, Jacksonville, Fla., for Piedmont Aviation, Inc.
Certiorari dismissed: judgment reversed.
Mr. Justice BLACK delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Clotelle/Chapter 27

CHAPTER XXVII.
TRUE FREEDOM.
The history of the African race is God's illuminated clock, set in the dark steeple of time. The negro has been made the hewer of wood and the drawer of water for nearly all other nations. The people of the United States, however, will have an account to settle with God, owing to their treatment of the negro, which will far surpass the rest of man kind.
Jerome, on reaching Canada, felt for the first time that personal freedom which God intended that all who bore his image should enjoy. That same forgetfulness of self which had always characterized him now caused him to think of others. The thoughts of dear ones in slavery were continually in his mind, and above all others, Clotelle occupied his thoughts. Now that he was free, he could better appreciate her condition as a slave. Although Jerome met, on his arrival in Canada, numbers who had escaped from the Southern States, he nevertheless shrank from all society, particularly that of females. The soft, silver-gray tints on the leaves of the trees, with their snow-spotted trunks, and a biting air, warned the new-born freeman that he was in another climate. Jerome sought work, and soon found it; and arranged with his employer that the latter should go to Natchez in search of Clotelle. The good Scotchman, for whom the fugitive was laboring, freely offered to go down and purchase the girl, if she could be bought, and let Jerome pay him in work. With such a prospect of future happiness in view, this injured descendant of outraged and bleeding Africa went daily to his toil with an energy hitherto unknown to him. But oh, how vain are the hopes of man!
# Clotelle/Chapter 28

CHAPTER XXVIII.
FAREWELL TO AMERICA.
Three months had elapsed, from the time the fugitive commenced work for Mr. Streeter, when that gentleman returned from his Southern research, and informed Jerome that Parson Wilson had sold Clotelle, and that she had been sent to the New Orleans slave-market.
This intelligence fell with crushing weight upon the heart of Jerome, and he now felt that the last chain which bound him to his native land was severed. He therefore determined to leave America forever. His nearest and dearest friends had often been flogged in his very presence, and he had seen his mother sold to the negro-trader. An only sister had been torn from him by the soul-driver; he had himself been sold and resold, and been compelled to submit to the most degrading and humiliating insults; and now that the woman upon whom his heart doted, and without whom life was a burden, had been taken away forever, he felt it a duty to hate all mankind.
If there is one thing more than another calculated to make one hate and detest American slavery, it is to witness the meetings between fugitives and their friends in Canada. Jerome had beheld some of these scenes. The wife who, after years of separation, had escaped from her prison-house and followed her husband had told her story to him. He had seen the newly-arrived wife rush into the arms of the husband, whose dark face she had not looked upon for long, weary years. Some told of how a sister had been ill-used by the overseer; others of a husband's being whipped to death for having attempted to protect his wife. He had sat in the little log-hut, by the fireside, and heard tales that caused his heart to bleed; and his bosom swelled with just indignation when he thought that there was no remedy for such atrocious acts. It was with such feelings that he informed his employer that he should leave him at the expiration of a month.
In vain did Mr. Streeter try to persuade Jerome to remain with him; and late in the month of February, the latter found himself on board a small vessel loaded with pine-lumber, descending the St. Lawrence, bound for Liverpool. The bark, though an old one, was, nevertheless, considered seaworthy, and the fugitive was working his way out. As the vessel left the river and gained the open sea, the black man appeared to rejoice at the prospect of leaving a country in which his right to manhood had been denied him, and his happiness destroyed.
The wind was proudly swelling the white sails, and the little craft plunging into the foaming waves, with the land fast receding in the distance, when Jerome mounted a pile of lumber to take a last farewell of ​his native land. With tears glistening in his eyes, and with quivering lips, he turned his gaze toward the shores that were fast fading in the dim distance, and said,—
"Though forced from my native land by the tyrants of the South, I hope I shall some day be able to return. With all her faults, I love my country still."
# Collected poems, 1901-1918 (Vol. 2)/The Funeral

THE FUNERAL
THEY dressed us up in black,
Susan and Tom and me —
And, walking through the fields
All beautiful to see,
With branches high in the air
And daisy and buttercup, We heard the lark in the clouds — In black dressed up.
They took us to the graves,
Susan and Tom and me,
Where the long grasses grow
And the funeral tree:
We stood and watched; and the wind
Came softly out of the sky
And blew in Susan's hair,
As I stood close by.
Back through the fields we came,
Tom and Susan and me,
And we sat in the nursery together,
And had our tea.
And, looking out of the window,
I heard the thrushes sing;
But Tom fell asleep in his chair.
He was so tired, poor thing.
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# Collected poems, 1901-1918 (Vol. 2)/The Huntsmen

THE HUNTSMEN
THREE jolly gentlemen,
In coats of red,
Rode their horses
Up to bed.
Three jolly gentlemen
Snored till morn,
Their horses champing
The golden corn.
Three jolly gentlemen, At break of day,
Came clitter-clatter down the stairs
And galloped away.
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# Collected poems, 1901-1918 (Vol. 2)/The Lamplighter

THE LAMPLIGHTER
WHEN the light of day declines,
And a swift angel through the sky
Kindles God's tapers clear,
With ashen staff the lamplighter
Passes along the darkling streets
To light our earthly lamps;
Lest, prowling in the darkness.
The thief should haunt with quiet tread,
Or men on evil errands set;
Or wayfarers be benighted;
Or neighbors, bent from house to house,
Should need a guiding torch.
He is like a needlewoman
Who deftly on a sable hem
Stitches in gleaming jewels;
Or, haply, he is like a hero,
Whose bright deeds on the long journey
Are beacons on our way.
And when in the East comes morning,
And the broad splendour of the sun,
Then, with the tune of little birds
Rings on high, the himplighter
Passes by each quiet house,
And he puts out the lamps.
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# Collected poems, 1901-1918 (Vol. 2)/The Hare

THE HARE
IN the black furrow of a field
I saw an old witch-hare this night;
And she cocked a lissome ear,
And she eyed the moon so bright,
And she nibbled of the green;
And I whispered "Wh-s-st! witch-hare,"
Away like a ghostie o'er the field
She fled, and left the moonlight there.
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# Collected poems, 1901-1918 (Vol. 2)/The Horn

THE HORN
HARK! is that a horn I hear,
In cloudland winding sweet—
And bell-like clash of bridle-rein,
And silver-shod light feet?
Is it the elfin laughter
Of fairies riding faint and high,
Beneath the branches of the moon,
Straying through the starry sky?
Is it in the globed dew
Such sweet melodies may fall?
Wood and valley — all are still, Hushed the shepherd's call.
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# Collected poems, 1901-1918 (Vol. 2)/The Horseman

The first poem in Walter de la Mare's collection of children's rhymes, Peacock Pie. It was later illustrated by Edward Ardizzone, and is currently published by Faber and Faber with illustrations by Emily Sutton.
PEACOCK PIE
A BOOK OF RHYMES
UP AND DOWN
THE HORSEMAN
I HEARD a horseman
Ride over the hill;
The moon shone clear,
The night was still;
His helm was silver,
And pale was he;
And the horse he rode
Was of ivory.
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# Collected poems, 1901-1918 (Vol. 2)/The Little Bird

THE LITTLE BIRD
MY dear Daddie bought a mansion
For to bring my Mammie to,
In a hat with a long feather,
And a trailing gown of blue;
And a company of fiddlers
And a rout of maids and men
Danced the clock round to the morning,
In a gay house-warming then.
And when all the guests were gone, and
All was still as still can be,
In from the dark ivy hopped a
Wee small bird: and that was Me.
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# Collected poems, 1901-1918 (Vol. 2)/The Fly

THE FLY
HOW large unto the tiny fly
Must little things appear! —
A rosebud like a feather bed,
Its prickle like a spear;
A dewdrop like a looking-glass,
A hair like golden wire;
The smallest grain of mustard-seed
As fierce as coals of fire;
A loaf of bread, a lofty hill;
A wasp, a cruel leopard;
And specks of salt as bright to see
As lambkins to a shepherd.
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# Collected poems, 1901-1918/The Scarecrow

THE SCARECROW
ALL winter through I bow my head
Beneath the driving rain;
The North Wind powders me with snow
And blows me back again;
At midnight 'neath a maze of stars
I flame with glittering rime,
And stand, above the stubble, stiff
As mail at morning-prime.
But when that child, called Spring, and all His host of children, come, Scattering their buds and dew upon
These acres of my home, Some rapture in my rags awakes;
I lift void eyes and scan
The skies for crows, those ravening foes,
Of my strange master, Man.
I watch him striding lank behind
His clashing team, and know
Soon will the wheat swish body high
Where once lay sterile snow;
Soon shall I gaze across a sea
Of sun-begotten grain, Which my unflinching watch hath sealed
For harvest once again.
# Collected poems, 1901-1918/The Shade

THE SHADE
DARKER than night; and oh, much darker she,
Whose eyes in deep night darkness gaze on me.
No stars surround her; yet the moon seems hid
Afar somewhere, beneath that narrow lid.
She darkens against the darkness; and her face
Only by adding thought to thought I trace,
Limned shadowily: O dream, return once more
To gloomy Hades and the whispering shore!
# Collected poems, 1901-1918/The Sleeper

THE SLEEPER
AS Ann came in one summer's day,
She felt that she must creep,
So silent was the clear cool house,
It seemed a house of sleep.
And sure, when she pushed open the door,
Rapt in the stillness there,
Her mother sat, with stooping head,
Asleep upon a chair;
Fast — fast asleep; her two hands laid
Loose-folded on her knee, So that her small unconscious face
Looked half unreal to be:
So calmly lit with sleep's pale light
Each feature was; so fair
Her forehead — every trouble was
Smoothed out beneath her hair.
But though her mind in dream now moved,
Still seemed her gaze to rest —
From out beneath her fast-sealed lids, Above her moving breast —
On Ann; as quite, quite still she stood;
Yet slumber lay so deep
Even her hands upon her lap
Seemed saturate with sleep.
And as Ann peeped, a cloudlike dread
Stole over her, and then,
On stealthy, mouselike feet she trod,
And tiptoed out again.
# Collected poems, 1901-1918/The Sunken Garden

THE SUNKEN GARDEN
SPEAK not—whisper not;
Here bloweth thyme and bergamot;
Softly on the evening hour,
Secret herbs their spices shower.
Dark-spiked rosemary and myrrh,
Lean-stalked, purple lavender;
Hides within her bosom, too,
All her sorrows, bitter rue.
Breathe not — trespass not;
Of this green and darkling spot,
Latticed from the moon's beams,
Perchance a distant dreamer dreams;
Perchance upon its darkening air,
The unseen ghosts of children fare,
Faintly swinging, sway and sweep, Like lovely sea-flowers in its deep;
While, unmoved, to watch and ward,
Amid its gloomed and daisied sward,
Stands with bowed and dewy head
That one little leaden Lad.
# Collected poems, 1901-1918/The Stranger

THE STRANGER
HALF-HIDDEN in a graveyard,
In the blackness of a yew,
Where never living creature stirs, Nor sunbeam pierces through,
Is a tomb, green and crooked,—
Its faded legend gone,—
With but one rain-worn cherub's head
Of smouldering stone.
There, when the dusk is falling, Silence broods so deep
It seems that every wind that breathes
Blows from the field of sleep.
Day breaks in heedless beauty, Kindling each drop of dew, But unforsaking shadow dwells
Beneath this lonely yew.
And, all else lost and faded, Only this listening head
Keeps with a strange unanswering smile
Its secret with the dead.
# Collected poems, 1901-1918/The Scribe

THE SCRIBE
WHAT lovely things
Thy hand hath made:
The smooth-plumed bird
In its emerald shade,
The seed of the grass,
The speck of stone
Which the wayfaring ant
Stirs — and hastes on!
Though I should sit
By some tarn in thy hills, Using its ink
As the spirit wills
To write of Earth's wonders,
Its live, willed things,
Flit would the ages
On soundless wings.
Ere unto Z
My pen drew nigh;
Leviathan told,
And the honey-fly:
And still would remain
My wit to try —
My worn reeds broken,
The dark tarn dry,
All words forgotten —
Thou, Lord, and I.
# Collected poems, 1901-1918/The Stranger (Motley, 1919)

THE STRANGER
IN the woods as I did walk,
Dappled with the moon's beam,
I did with a Stranger talk, And his name was Dream.
Spurred his heel, dark his cloak, Shady-wide his bonnet's brim;
His horse beneath a silvery oak
Grazed as I talked with him.
Softly his breast-brooch burned and shone;
Hill and deep were in his eyes;
One of his hands held mine, and one
The fruit that makes men wise.
Wondrously strange was earth to see,
Flowers white as milk did gleam;
Spread to Heaven the Assyrian Tree,
Over my head with Dream.
Dews were still betwixt us twain;
Stars a trembling beauty shed;
Yet — not a whisper comes again
Of the words he said.
# Collected poems, 1901-1918/The Tailor

THE TAILOR
FEW footsteps stray when dusk droops o'er
The tailor's old stone-lintelled door.
There sits he stitching half asleep,
Beside his smoky tallow dip.
"Click, click," his needle hastes, and shrill
Cries back the cricket beneath the sill.
Sometimes he stays, and over his thread
Leans sidelong his old tousled head;
Or stoops to peer with half-shut eye
When some strange footfall echoes by;
Till clearer gleams his candle's spark
Into the dusty summer dark.
Then from his crosslegs he gets down,
To find how dark the evening is grown;
And hunched-up in his door he will hear
The cricket whistling crisp and clear;
And so beneath the starry grey
Will mutter half a seam away.
# Collected poems, 1901-1918/The Three Cherry Trees

THE LISTENERS: 1914
THE THREE CHERRY TREES
THERE were three cherry trees once,
Grew in a garden all shady;
And there for delight of so gladsome a sight,
Walked a most beautiful lady, Dreamed a most beautiful lady.
Birds in those branches did sing,
Blackbird and throstle and linnet,
But she walking there was by far the most fair —
Lovelier than all else within it, Blackbird and throstle and linnet.
But blossoms to berries do come,
All hanging on stalks light and slender,
And one long summer's day charmed that lady away,
With vows sweet and merry and tender;
A lover with voice low and tender.
Moss and lichen the green branches deck;
Weeds nod in its paths green and shady:
Yet a light footstep seems there to wander in dreams,
The ghost of that beautiful lady,
That happy and beautiful lady.
# Collected poems, 1901-1918/The Three Strangers

THE THREE STRANGERS
FAR are those tranquil hills,
Dyed with fair evening's rose;
On urgent, secret errand bent,
A traveller goes.
Approach him strangers three,
Barefooted, cowled; their eyes
Scan the lone, hastening solitary
With dumb surmise.
One instant in close speech
With them he doth confer:
God-sped, he hasteneth on.
That anxious traveller . . .
I was that man — in a dream:
And each world's night in vain
I patient wait on sleep to unveil
Those vivid hills again.
Would that they three could know
How yet burns on in me
Love — from one lost in Paradise —
For their grave courtesy.
# Complete Encyclopaedia of Music/A/Ahle, John Rodolph

Ahle, John Rodolph, father of the preceding, was burgomaster and organist at Mulhausen. He published, at Erfurt, in 1648, a method of singing, under the title of "Compendium pro Tenellis," &c., with esteemed historical and critical notes. He died in 1673.
# Complete Encyclopaedia of Music/A/Aichinger, G

Aichinger, G., an organist, published, between 1547 and 1590, a great number of works for the organ.
# Complete Encyclopaedia of Music/A/Aigner, Engelberto

Aigner, Engelberto. A German composer at Vienna, of high reputation for his knowledge in counterpoint. He published "Missa quatuor Voeum, tota in Canone."
# Complete Encyclopaedia of Music/A/Agus

Agus. A composer who resided for some years at Paris, and died there about 1798. He was scientific, but had little taste or genius. He published several instrumental works, also solfeggi, which were not much approved.
# Complete Encyclopaedia of Music/A/Ahlstrom, Ol

Ahlstrom, Ol, organist at Stockholm, composed several operas, also sonatas. He was living in 1792.
# Complete Encyclopaedia of Music/A/Ahnesorgen, C. G

Ahnesorgen, C. G., published in 1776, at Hamburg, six sonatas for the harpsichord.
# Complete Encyclopaedia of Music/A/Aiblinger

Aiblinger. Conductor at the Italian opera at Munich in 1823.
# Complete Encyclopaedia of Music/A/Ahle, John George

Ahle, John George, organist at Mulhausen, died in 1707. He left sundry works on the origin of music, and on composition.