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# Gallegos v. Colorado

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## Dissenting Opinion

    Clark
United States Supreme Court
370 U.S. 49
Gallegos v. Colorado
Argued: April 9, 1962. --- Decided: June 4, 1962
See 370 U.S. 965, 82 S.Ct. 1579.
Charles S. Vigil, Denver, Colo., for petitioner.
John F. Brauer, Jr., Asst. Atty. Gen., for respondent.
Mr. Justice DOUGLAS delivered the opinion of the Court.

## Notes

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# Gallick v. Baltimore and Ohio Railroad Company

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## Dissenting Opinion

    Harlan
United States Supreme Court
372 U.S. 108
Gallick v. Baltimore and Ohio Railroad Company
Argued: Dec. 10, 1962. --- Decided: Feb 18, 1963
Marshall I. Nurenberg, Cleveland, Ohio, for petitioner.
Alexander H. Hadden, for respondent.
Mr. Justice WHITE delivered the opinion of the Court.

## Notes

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# Gallegos v. Nebraska

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## Dissenting Opinion

    Black
United States Supreme Court
342 U.S. 55
Gallegos v. Nebraska
Argued: Oct. 8, 1951. --- Decided: Nov 26, 1951
Mr. Robert G. Simmons, Jr., Scottsbluff, Neb., for petitioner.
Messrs. Walter E. Nolte, Homer L. Kyle, Lincoln, Neb., for the State of Nebraska.
Mr. Justice REED announced the judgment of the Court and an opinion in which The CHIEF JUSTICE, Mr. Justice BURTON and Mr. Justice CLARK join.

## Notes

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# Galliher v. Cadwell

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United States Supreme Court
145 U.S. 368
Galliher v. Cadwell
STATEMENT BY MR. JUSTICE BREWER.
On March 1, 1886, appellee, claiming to be the owner of what is known as 'Votaw's Addition to the City of Tacoma,' in the then territory of Washington, filed her bill in the district court to quiet her title to such property, making, with several others, as a defendant, the present appellant. Such appellant answered, alleging a right prior and supperior to that of appellee. Appellee's title was derived by regular conveyances from Francis B. H. Wing, who, on December 20, 1881, entered this land, and on April 20, 1882, received a patent therefor from the United States. Her legal title was, therefore, perfect, and the single question presented was whether appellant had an equity superior to that legal title. In appellant's behalf these general facts appeared: On August 10, 1872, Silas Galliher, her husband, made a homestead entry of the tract. He died April 18, 1873, and his entry was canceled December 4, 1879, for want of final proof within the statutory period of seven years. On June 15, 1880, an act was passed by congress of which the following is the second section:
'Sec. 2. That persons who have hereto-fore, under any of the homestead laws, entered lands properly subject to such entry, or persons to whom the right of those having so entered for homesteads may have been attempted to be transferred by bona fide instrument in writing, may entitle themselves to said lands by paying the government price therefor, and in no case less than one dollar and twenty-five cents per acre; and the amount heretofore paid the government upon said lands shall be taken as part payment of said price; provided, this shall in no wise interfere with the rights or claims of others who may have subsequently entered such lands under the homestead laws.' 21 St. p. 237.
On November 23, 1880, Mrs. Galliher made application for the land under this act. On June 1, 1881, her application was rejected by the secretary of the interior. On June 6, 1884, she petitioned for a rehearing, which, on June 20, 1884, was denied. No other action was taken by her to establish or assert any rights until, in response to the bill in this case, she filed her answer. Upon the proofs the trial court rendered a decree in favor of the appellee, which was sustained by the supreme court of the territory. From such decision appellant brought her appeal to this court.
J. W. Robinson and John B. Allen, for appellant.
J. H. Mitchell, for appellee.
Mr. Justice BREWER, after stating the facts in the foregoing language, delivered the opinion of the court.

## Notes

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# Galloping Dick

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Galloping Dick
Being Chapters from the Life and Fortunes of Richard Ryder, otherwise Galloping Dick, sometime Gentleman of the Road
GALLOPING•DICK•
BY•H•B•ARRIOTT•WATSON LONDON: JOHN•LANE CHICAGO: STONE•AND•KIMBALL
M·D·C·C·CC·VI
These Chapters have already appeared in the pages of the “New Review.”
| Contents | PAGE |
| Chapter I | |
| Of the Bishops Quandary, and of the humourous Events that ensued | 1 |
| Chapter II | |
| Of the Man from Cornwall, with an Account of what fell in Bristol Castle | 45 |
| Chapter III | |
| Of the Ladys Chamber; of how I trespassed and of how I was so oddly entertained | 91 |
| Chapter IV | |
| Of the Enterprise of the Kings Treasure | 137 |
| Chapter V | |
| Of my Incarceration in the Jug, and of how the Prisoner-Ordinary and I drank Wine together | 183 |
| Chapter VI | |
| Of a Meeting near Fulham, and of a Remarkable Part I played | 231 |
| Catalogue |
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# Goblin Market and Other Poems (1862)/Amen

AMEN.
THE END.
BRADBURY AND EVANS, PRINTERS, WHITEFRIARS.
# Goblin Market and Other Poems (1862)/An Apple Gathering

AN APPLE GATHERING.
# Goblin Market and Other Poems (1862)/A Testimony

A TESTIMONY.
# Goblin Market and Other Poems (1862)/After Death

AFTER DEATH.
Sonnet.
# Goblin Market and Other Poems (1862)/Advent

ADVENT.
# Goblin Market and Other Poems (1862)/An End

AN END.
# Goblin Market and Other Poems (1862)/A Triad

A TRIAD.
Sonnet.
# Goblin Market and Other Poems (1862)/Another Spring

ANOTHER SPRING.
# Goblin Market and Other Poems (1862)/At Home

AT HOME.
# Gitanjali/53

53
Beautiful is thy wristlet, decked with stars and cunningly wrought in myriad-coloured jewels. But more beautiful to me thy sword with its curve of lightning like the outspread wings of the divine bird of Vishnu, perfectly poised in the angry red light of the sunset.
It quivers like the one last response of life in ecstasy of pain at the final stroke of death; it shines like the pure flame of being burning up earthly sense with one fierce flash.
Beautiful is thy wristlet, decked with starry gems; but thy sword, O lord of thunder, is wrought with uttermost beauty, terrible to behold or to think of.
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54
I asked nothing from thee; I uttered not my name to thine ear. When thou took'st thy leave I stood silent. I was alone by the well where the shadow of the tree fell aslant, and the women had gone home with their brown earthen pitchers full to the brim. They called me and shouted, "Come with us, the morning is wearing on to noon." But I languidly lingered awhile lost in the midst of vague musings.
I heard not thy steps as thou camest. Thine eyes were sad when they fell on me; thy voice was tired as thou spokest low—"Ah, I am a thirsty traveller." I started up from my daydreams and poured water from my jar on thy joined palms. The leaves rustled overhead; the cuckoo sang from the unseen dark, and perfume of ​ babla flowers came from the bend of the road.
I stood speechless with shame when my name thou didst ask. Indeed, what had I done for thee to keep me in remembrance? But the memory that I could give water to thee to allay thy thirst will cling to my heart and enfold it in sweetness. The morning hour is late, the bird sings in weary notes, neem leaves rustle overhead and I sit and think and think.
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56
Thus it is that thy joy in me is so full. Thus it is that thou hast come down to me. O thou lord of all heavens, where would be thy love if I were not?
Thou hast taken me as thy partner of all this wealth. In my heart is the endless play of thy delight. In my life thy will is ever taking shape.
And for this, thou who art the King ​ of kings hast decked thyself in beauty to captivate my heart. And for this thy love loses itself in the love of thy lover, and there art thou seen in the perfect union of two.
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57
Light, my light, the world-filling light, the eye-kissing light, heart-sweetening light!
Ah, the light dances, my darling, at the centre of my life; the light strikes, my darling, the chords of my love; the sky opens, the wind runs wild, laughter passes over the earth.
The butterflies spread their sails on the sea of light. Lilies and jasmines surge up on the crest of the waves of light.
The light is shattered into gold on every cloud, my darling, and it scatters gems in profusion.
​ Mirth spreads from leaf to leaf, my darling, and gladness without measure. The heaven's river has drowned its banks and the flood of joy is abroad.
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58
Let all the strains of joy mingle in my last song—the joy that makes the earth flow over in the riotous excess of the grass, the joy that sets the twin brothers, life and death, dancing over the wide world, the joy that sweeps in with the tempest, shaking and waking all life with laughter, the joy that sits still with its tears on the open red lotus of pain, and the joy that throws everything it has upon the dust, and knows not a word.
# Gitanjali/59

59
Yes, I know, this is nothing but thy love, O beloved of my heart—this golden ​ light that dances upon the leaves, these idle clouds sailing across the sky, this passing breeze leaving its coolness upon my forehead.
The morning light has flooded my eyes—this is thy message to my heart. Thy face is bent from above, thy eyes look down on my eyes, and my heart has touched thy feet.
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6
Pluck this little flower and take it, delay not! I fear lest it droop and drop into the dust.
It may not find a place in thy garland, but honour it with a touch of pain from thy hand and pluck it. I fear lest the day end before I am aware, and the time of offering go by.
Though its colour be not deep and its smell be faint, use this flower in thy service and pluck it while there is time.
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55
Languor is upon your heart and the slumber is still on your eyes.
Has not the word come to you that the flower is reigning in splendour among thorns? Wake, oh awaken! Let not the time pass in vain!
At the end of the stony path, in the country of virgin solitude my ​ friend is sitting all alone. Deceive him not. Wake, oh awaken!
What if the sky pants and trembles with the heat of the midday sun what if the burning sand spreads its mantle of thirst—
Is there no joy in the deep of your heart? At every footfall of yours, will not the harp of the road break out in sweet music of pain?
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61
The sleep that flits on baby's eyes—does anybody know from where it comes? Yes, there is a rumour that it has its dwelling where, in the fairy village among shadows of the forest dimly lit with glow-worms, there hang two timid buds of enchantment. From there it comes to kiss baby's eyes.
The smile that flickers on baby's lips when he sleeps—does anybody know where it was born? Yes, there is a rumour that a young pale beam of a crescent moon touched the edge of a vanishing autumn cloud, and there the smile was first born in the dream of a dew-washed morning—the smile that flickers on baby's lips when he sleeps.
The sweet, soft freshness that blooms on baby's limbs—does anybody know where it was hidden so long? Yes, when the mother was a young girl it ​ lay pervading her heart in tender and silent mystery of love—the sweet, soft freshness that has bloomed on baby's limbs.
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60
On the seashore of endless worlds children meet. The infinite sky is motionless overhead and the restless water is boisterous. On the seashore of endless worlds the children meet with shouts and dances.
They build their houses with sand and they play with empty shells. With withered leaves they weave their boats and smilingly float them on the vast ​deep. Children have their play on the seashore of worlds.
They know not how to swim, they know not how to cast nets. Pearl fishers dive for pearls, merchants sail in their ships, while children gather pebbles and scatter them again. They seek not for hidden treasures, they know not how to cast nets.
The sea surges up with laughter and pale gleams the smile of the sea beach. Death-dealing waves sing meaningless ballads to the children, even like a mother while rocking her baby's cradle. The sea plays with children, and pale gleams the smile of the sea beach.
On the seashore of endless worlds children meet. Tempest roams in the pathless sky, ships get wrecked in the trackless water, death is abroad and children play. On the seashore of endless worlds is the great meeting of children.
# Freeman v. Bee Machine Company

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United States Supreme Court
319 U.S. 448
Freeman v. Bee Machine Company
Argued: May 4, 5, 1943. --- Decided: June 1, 1943
See 320 U.S. --, 64 S.Ct. 27, 88 L.Ed. --.
Mr. Marston Allen, of Cincinnati, Ohio, for petitioner.
Mr. Cedric W. Porter, of Boston, Mass., for respondent.
Mr. Justice DOUGLAS delivered the opinion of the Court.

## Notes

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# Freeman's Journal/1880/The Late Henry O'Neill

Monday, December 27, 1880; Page: 4
The Late Henry O'Neill To the Editor of the Freeman.
Sir—I venture, even amidst tho absorbing anxieties of the time, to claim a thought for a most pitiable case. Henry O'Neill, the well-known artist and the exquisite delineator of tho ancient crosses of Ireland, died on Tuesday. His widow, a very estimable person, and her young children are left absolutely penniless and destitute. Poor O'Neill is dead, after a weary, toilsome life; but his great work, "The Sculptural Crosses of Ancient Ireland," remains an enduring memorial of his industry and genius, Unfortunately, Irish art is no gainful profession, and no wonder is it that O'Neill, whose latter years were years of most straitened circumstances and oft-recurring illness, found it impossible to make any provision for his family. The consequence is that they are now in abject want. Will not, then, the benevolence of Ireland stretch out tho hand of relief to tho widow and children of one who wore his life away in furtherance of Irish art and Irish archæology? Contributions will be thankfully received by me, by Sir John Lentaigne, C,B,, 1 Great Denmark-Street, and by Messrs. Hodges, Figgis, and Co., 101 Grafton-street.—Yours obediently,
J. Bernard Burke, Ulster.
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# Freeman v. Complex Computing Co.

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* Court Documents
* Opinion of the Court
* Concurrence/Dissent Godbold
* 119 F.3d 1044
* DANIEL FREEMAN, Plaintiff-Appellee-Cross-Appellant
* v.
* COMPLEX COMPUTING COMPANY, INC., Defendant, JASON GLAZIER, Defendant-Appellant, THOMSON TRADING SERVICES, INC., Defendant-Cross-Appellee
* No. 96-7850, 96-7870
* United States Court of Appeals, Second Circuit.
* March 24, 1997, Argued
* August 7, 1997, Decided
RICHARD B. COHEN, Akabas & Cohen, New York, NY (Jeffrey T. Horvath, Akabas & Cohen, New York, NY, of counsel), for Defendant-Appellant.
BARBARA E. OLK, Trief & Olk, New York, NY (Ted Trief, Trief & Olk, New York, NY, of counsel), for Plaintiff-Appellee-Cross-Appellant.
JAMES F. RITTINGER, Satterlee Stephens Burke & Burke LLP, New York, NY (John L. Slafsky, Satterlee Stephens Burke & Burke LLP, New York, NY, of counsel), for Defendant-Cross-Appellee.
Before: NEWMAN, Chief Judge, MINER and GODBOLD, Circuit Judges. Judge Godbold concurs in part, and dissents in part, in a separate opinion.

## Footnotes

* ↑ The Honorable John C. Godbold of the United States Court of Appeals for the Eleventh Circuit, sitting by designation.
# Flint and Feather (1914)/Part 3/In Grey Days

IN GREY DAYS
Measures of oil for others, Oil and red wine, Lips laugh and drink, but never Are the lips mine.
Worlds at the feet of others, Power gods have known, Hearts for the favoured round me Mine beats, alone.
Fame offering to others Chaplets of bays, I with no crown of laurels, Only grey days.
Sweet human love for others, Deep as the sea, God-sent unto my neighbour— But not to me.
Sometime I'll wrest from others More than all this, I shall demand from Heaven Far sweeter bliss.
What profit then to others, Laughter and wine? I'll have what most they covet— Death, will be mine.
# Flint and Feather (1914)/Part 3/The Homing Bee

THE HOMING BEE
You are belted with gold, little brother of mine, Yellow gold, like the sun That spills in the west, as a chalice of wine When feasting is done.
You are gossamer-winged, little brother of mine, Tissue winged, like the mist That broods where the marshes melt into a line Of vapour sun-kissed.
You are laden with sweets, little brother of mine, Flower sweets, like the touch Of hands we have longed for, of arms that entwine, Of lips that love much.
You are better than I, little brother of mine, Than I, human-souled, For you bring from the blossoms and red summer shine, For others, your gold.
# Flint and Feather (1914)/Part 3/The King's Consort

THE KING'S CONSORT
I
You took in yours my hands, And placed me close beside you on the throne Of Oriental lands?
The truant hour came back at dawn to-day, Across the hemispheres, And bade my sleeping soul retrace its way These many hundred years.
And all my wild young life returned, and ceased The years that lie between, When you were King of Egypt, and The East, And I was Egypt's queen.
II
My body and my limbs in robes of emerald and gold. I feel the heavy sunshine, and the weight of languid heat That crowned the day you laid the royal jewels at my feet.
You wound my throat with jacinths, green and glist'ning serpent-wise, My hot, dark throat that pulsed beneath the ardour of your eyes;
And centuries have failed to cool the memory of your hands That bound about my arms those massive, pliant golden bands.
You wreathed around my wrists long ropes of coral and of jade, And beaten gold that clung like coils of kisses love-inlaid; About my naked ankles tawny topaz chains you wound, With clasps of carven onyx, ruby-rimmed and golden bound.
But not for me the Royal Pearls to bind about my hair, "Pearls were too passionless," you said, for one like me to wear, I must have all the splendour, all the jewels warm as wine, But pearls so pale and cold were meant for other flesh than mine.
But all the blood-warm beauty of the gems you thought my due Were pallid as a pearl beside the love I gave to you; O! Love of mine come back across the years that lie between, When you were King of Egypt—Dear, and I was Egypt's Queen.
# Flint and Feather (1914)/Part 3/The Ballad of Yaada

THE BALLAD OF YAADA
(A Legend of the Pacific Coast)
There are fires on Lulu Island, and the sky is opalescent With the pearl and purple tinting from the smouldering of peat. And the Dream Hills lift their summits in a sweeping, hazy crescent, With the Capilano cañon at their feet.
There are fires on Lulu Island, and the smoke, uplifting, lingers In a faded scarf of fragrance as it creeps across the day, And the Inlet and the Narrows blur beneath its silent fingers, And the cañon is enfolded in its grey.
But the sun its face is veiling like a cloistered nun at vespers; As towards the alter candles of the night a censer swings, And the echo of tradition wakes from slumbering and whispers, Where the Capilano river sobs and sings.
It was Yaada, lovely Yaada, who first taught the stream its sighing, For 'twas silent till her coming, and 'twas voiceless as the shore; But throughout the great forever it will sing the song undying That the lips of lovers sing for evermore.
He was chief of all the Squamish, and he ruled the coastal waters— And he warred upon her people in the distant Charlotte Isles; She, a winsome basket weaver, daintiest of Haida daughters, Made him captive to her singing and her smiles.
Till his hands forgot to havoc and his weapons lost their lusting, Till his stormy eyes allured her from the land of Totem Poles, Till she followed where he called her, followed with a woman's trusting, To the cañon where the Capilano rolls.
And the women of the Haidas plied in vain their magic power, Wailed for many moons her absence, wailed for many moons their prayer, "Bring her back, O Squamish foeman, bring to us our Yaada flower!" But the silence only answered their despair.
But the men were swift to battle, swift to cross the coastal water, Swift to war and swift of weapon, swift to paddle trackless miles, Crept with stealth along the cañon, stole her from her love and brought her Once again unto the distant Charlotte Isles.
But she faded, ever faded, and her eyes were ever turning Southward toward the Capilano, while her voice had hushed its song, And her riven heart repeated words that on her lips were burning: "Not to friend—but unto foeman I belong.
"Give me back my Squamish lover—though you hate, I still must love him. "Give me back the rugged cañon where my heart must ever be— Where his lodge awaits my coming, and the Dream Hills lift above him, And the Capilano learned its song from me."
But through long-forgotten seasons, moons too many to be numbered, He yet waited by the cañon—she called across the years, And the soul within the river, though centuries had slumbered, Woke to sob a song of womanly tears.
For her little, lonely spirit sought the Capilano cañon, When she died among the Haidas in the land of Totem Poles, And you yet may hear her singing to her to her lover-like companion, If you listen to the river as it rolls.
But 'tis only when the pearl and purple smoke is idly swinging From the fires on Lulu Island to the hazy mountain crest, That the undertone of sobbing echoes through the river's singing, In the Capilano cañon of the West.
# Flint and Feather (1914)/Part 3/The Cattle Country

THE CATTLE COUNTRY
Up the dusk-enfolded prairie, Foot-falls, soft and sly, Velvet cushioned, wild and wary, Then—the coyote's cry.
Rush of hoofs, and roar and rattle, Beasts of blood and breed, Twenty thousand frightened cattle, Then—the wild stampede.
Pliant lasso circling wider In the frenzied flight— Loping horse and cursing rider, Plunging through the night.
Rim of dawn the darkness losing Trail of blackened soil; Perfume of the sage brush oozing On the air like oil.
Foothills to the Rockies lifting Brown, and blue, and green, Warm Alberta sunlight drifting Over leagues between.
That's the country of the ranges, Plain and prairie land, And the God who never changes Holds it in His hand.
THE CATTLE COUNTRY.