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# Landon in The New Monthly 1836/Rienzi showing Nina

III.
Rienzi showing Nina the Tomb of his Brother.
It was hidden in a wild wood
 Of the larch and pine;
It had been unto his childhood
 Solitude and shrine,—
There he dream'd the hours away. On the boughs the wood-dove hover'd
 With her mournful song;
And the ground with moss was cover'd,
 Where a small brook danced along
Like a fairy child at play.
Thither did Rienzi bring
 The loved and lovely one;
There was the stately Nina woo'd,
 There was she won.
Reeds and water-flags were growing
 By the green morass;
While the fresh wild flowers were blowing
 In the pleasant grass,
Cool and sweet, and very fair. Though the wild wind planted them
 With a careless wing,
Yet kind Nature granted them
 All the gifts of Spring.
Nought they needed human care. They grew lovelier in the looks
 Of that lovely one;
While the Roman maid was woo'd,
 While she was won.
In the pines, a soft bewailing
 Stirr'd the fringed leaves,
Like a lute whose song is failing,
 Loving, while it grieves
So to die upon the wind.
Ivy garlanded the laurel,
 Drooping mournfully;
Poet—warrior—read the moral
 Of the victor's tree,
Lonely still amid its kind!
Yet what dreams of both are blent
 In the soft tale now begun,
Which the radiant Nina woo'd,
 And which Nina won.
There a cypress raised to heaven
 Its sepulchral head,
Like a stately column given
 By the summer to the dead;—
There the young Rienzi slept.
In that grave his brother laid him,
 'Neath the evening star;
While revenge and sorrow made him
 What earth's great ones are;—
Long, drear vigils there he kept.
Now a sweeter one was lit
 By the setting sun;
While that lady bright was woo'd,
 While she was won.
By the grey cross o'er his brother,
 By his heart's first care,
Did Rienzi ask another
 In that heart to share. To that maiden's feet he brought
All his early youth's affection,
 All his early years;
All whose tender recollection
 Only speaks in tears.
Thus to share his soul he sought:
All life's loveliest feelings grew
 Round that lovely one;—
Thus was the bright Nina woo'd,
 Thus was she won.
Ah! the glorious mind's aspiring
 Needeth some repose—
Some sweet object for desiring,
 Where its wings may close.
Wrapp'd in purple shadows, Rome Rose afar off like a vision—
 Stately, dark, and high;
But a softer one had risen
 'Neath that twilight sky.
While the full heart found a home,
There were mighty words and hopes
 Shared with his beloved one;— Thus was the bright Nina woo'd,
 Thus was she won.
# Landon in The New Monthly 1836/Song 3

III.
I send back thy letters:
 Ah! would I could send
The memory that fetters,
 The dreams that must end.
I send back thy tresses,
 Thy long raven hair;
Could I send thy caresses,
 They too should be there.
But keep thou each token
 I lavished on thee;
Ring and chain are unbroken,
 Thou false one to me!
That my rival,—how bitter
 That word to my heart!
May read in their glitter
 How faithless thou art.
# Landon in The New Monthly 1836/Banquet Aspasia and Pericles

II.
The Banquet of Aspasia and Pericles.
Waken'd by the small white fingers,
 Which its chords obey,
On the air the music lingers
 Of a low and languid lay
From a soft Ionian lyre;—
Purple curtains hang the walls,
And the dying daylight falls
O'er the marble pedestals
Of the pillars that aspire, In honour of Aspasia,
The bright Athenian bride.
There are statues white and solemn,
 Olden gods are they;
And the wreath'd Corinthian column
 Guardeth their array.
Lovely that acanthus wreath,
Drooping round the graceful girth:
All the fairest things of earth,
Art's creations have their birth—
Still from love and death.
They are gather'd for Aspasia,
The bright Athenian bride.
There are gold and silver vases
 Where carved victories shine; While within the sunlight blazes
 Of the fragrant Teian wine,
Or the sunny Cyprian isle.
From the garlands on each brow
Take they early roses now;
And each rose-leaf bears a vow,
As they pledge the radiant smile
Of the beautiful Aspasia,
The bright Athenian bride.
With the spoils of nations splendid
 Is that stately feast;
By her youthful slaves attended—
 Beauties from the East,
With their large black dewy eyes.
Though their dark hair sweeps the ground,
Every heavy tress is wound
With the white sea-pearl around;
For no queen in Persia vies
With the proud Aspasia,
The bright Athenian bride.
One hath caught mine eye—the fairest;
 'Tis a Theban girl:
Though a downcast look thou wearest,  And nor flower nor pearl
Winds thy auburn hair among:
With a white, unsandall'd foot,
Leaning languid on thy lute,
Weareth thy soft lip, though mute,
Smiles yet sadder than thy song.
Can grief come nigh Aspasia,
The bright Athenian bride?
On an ivory couch reclining
 Doth the bride appear;
In her eyes the light is shining,
 For her chief is near;—
And her smile grows bright to gaze
On the stately Pericles,
Lord of the Athenian seas, And of Greece's destinies.
Glorious, in those ancient days,
Was the lover of Aspasia,
The bright Athenian bride.
Round her small head, perfume-breathing
 Was a myrtle stem,
Fitter for her bright hair's wreathing
 Than or gold or gem;
For the myrtle breathes of love.
O'er her cheek so purely white,
From her dark eyes came such light
As is, on a summer night,
With the moon above.
Fair as moonlight was Aspasia,
The bright Athenian bride.
These fair visions have departed,
 Like a poet's dream,
Leaving us pale and faint-hearted
 By life's common stream, Whence all lovelier light hath fled.
Not so: they have left behind
Memory to the kindling mind,
With bright fantasies combined.
Still the poet's dream is fed
By the beauty of Aspasia,
The bright Athenian bride.
# Landon in The New Monthly 1836/Experience

8
The New Monthly Magazine, Volume 46, Page 467
(467)
EXPERIENCE.
My very heart is filled with tears! I seem
As I were struggling under some dark dream,
Which roughly bore me down life's troubled stream.
 The past weighs heavily upon my soul,
A tyrant mastering me with stern control;
The present has no rest—the future has no goal.
 For what can be again but what has been?
Soon the young leaf forgets its early green,
And shadows with our sunshine intervene.
 Quenched is the spirit's morning wing of fire;
We calculate where once we could aspire,
And the high hope sets in some low desire.
 Experience has rude lessons, and we grow
Like what we have been taught too late to know,
And yet we hate ourselves for being so.
 Our early friends, where are they?—rather, where
The fond belief that actual friends there were,—
Not cold and false as all must find they are?
 We love—may have been loved—but ah! how faint
The love that withers of its earthly taint,
To what our first sweet visions used to paint!
 How have we been deceived, forgotten, flung
Back on our trusting selves—the heart's core wrung
By some fond faith to which we weakly clung.
 Alas! our kindest feelings are the root
Of all experience's most bitter fruit;
They waste the life whose charm they constitute.
 At length they harden, and we feel no more
All that was felt so bitterly before,
But with the softness is the sweetness o'er.
 Of things we once enjoyed how few remain!
Youth's flowers are flung behind us, and in vain
We would stoop down to gather them again.
 Why do we think of this?—bind the red wreath—
Float down time's water to the viol's breath,
Wot not what those cold billows hide beneath.
 We cannot do this:—from the sparkling brink
Drops the glad rose, and the bright waters shrink:
While in the midst of mirth we pause to think;—
 And if we think—we sadden:—thought and grief
Are vowed companions; while we turn the leaf,
It darkens—for the brilliant is the brief.
 Ah! then, farewell ye lovely things that brought
Your own Elysium hither!—overwrought
The spirit wearies with the weight of thought.
 Our better nature pineth—let it be!
Thou human soul—earth is no home for thee;
Thy starry rest is in eternity! L. E. L.
# Letters of Daniel Webster

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# Letters of Jesus and Abgarus

A short series of letters, claimed to have been exchanged between Abgar V of Edessa and Jesus of Nazareth. They were published in the Ecclesiastical History of Eusebius, who claimed to have translated them from Syriac records found in the archives of Edessa.
English-language translations of Letters of Jesus and Abgarus include:
* Quoted in Eusebius' Ecclesiastical History, book 1, chapter 13; for versions, see Ecclesiastical History (Eusebius)
* Quoted in "Legend of Abgar," in Catholic Encyclopedia, (ed.) by Charles G. Herbermann and others, New York: The Encyclopaedia Press (1913)
* "The Epistles of Jesus Christ and Abgarus King of Edessa", in The suppressed Gospels and Epistles of the original New Testament of Jesus the Christ (1863).
* The Letters of Christ and Abgarus, in The Apocryphal New Testament (1924) by M. R. James
# Letters of John Huss Written During His Exile and Imprisonment

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LETTERS
OF
JOHN HUSS,
WRITTEN DURING HIS EXILE AND IMPRISONMENT;
WITH
MARTIN LUTHER’S PREFACE;
AND CONTAINING A
GENERAL VIEW OF THE WORKS OF HUSS.
BY ÉMILE DE BONNECHOSE, AUTHOR OF “THE REFORMERS BEFORE THE REFORMATION,” ETC.
Translated by CAMPBELL MACKENZIE, B.A., TRIN. COLL. DUBLIN.
EDINBURGH: WILLIAM WHYTE & CO., BOOKSELLERS TO THE QUEEN DOWAGER; LONDON: LONGMAN AND CO.; DUBLIN: W. CURRY JUN., AND CO.
CONTENTS.
Page
LETTERS OF JOHN HUSS.
FIRST SERIES.
SECOND SERIES.
Page
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# Letters of John Huss Written During His Exile and Imprisonment/First series

FIRST SERIES.
The letters of this series contain the greater part of the admirable exhortations addressed by John Huss to ​the believers of his church. They are not distinguished either for the great diversity of incidents, or the dramatic interest of those in the second series, but they clearly evidence the great intrepidity, Christian piety, love for his brethren, and true greatness, that pervaded the mind of Huss. The writer already felt a presentiment of his martyrdom; and it is easy to perceive in reading them, that he would not give way when his time was come.
# Letters of Jan Hus

collection of correspondence
English-language translations of Letters of Jan Hus include:
* Letters of John Huss Written During His Exile and Imprisonment, translation by John Campbell Mackenzie based of the French edition of Émile de Bonnechose (1846)
* The letters of John Hus, translated by Robert Martin Pope (1904).
# Letters of John Huss Written During His Exile and Imprisonment/Attestation of Peter Maldoniewitz, called the Notary

LETTERS OF JOHN HUSS.
ATTESTATION OF PETER MALDONIEWITZ, CALLED THE NOTARY.
These pages are all faithfully copied from the Letters of John Huss, written with his own hand, and they correspond, word for word, with the originals.
# Lapsus Calami (Aug 1891)/The Street Organs Bill, 1891

Originally published in The Pall Mall Gazette, April 1891.
The Street Organs Bill, 1891.
# Macbeth (Shakespeare)

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Shakespeare's shortest tragedy, first performed in 1606. It is loosely based upon the historical account of King Macbeth of Scotland by the Scottish philosopher Hector Boece, whose account flattered the antecedents of his patron, King James VI of Scotland and greatly maligned the real-life Macbeth, the King of Scots.
* The Tragedie of Macbeth, from a facsimile copy of the First Folio (1623)
* The Tragedy of Macbeth, from The Plays of William Shakespeare, in eight volumes, vol. VI, with notes by Samuel Johnson (1765) (external scan)
* The Tragedy of Macbeth, edited by Edmund K. Chambers, The Warwick Shakespeare (1905) IA
* Shakespeare's Tragedy of Macbeth, edited by William J. Rolfe (1905) (external scan)
* Macbeth, in The Complete Works of William Shakespeare, Vol. VIII, Oxford edition (1911) (external scan)
* Macbeth, edited by Henry Cuningham, The Works of Shakespeare, The Arden Shakespeare, 1st ser., 1st edition (1912)
* Macbeth, edited by Henry Cuningham, The Works of Shakespeare, The Arden Shakespeare, 1st ser., 2nd edition (1917) (external scan)
* The Tragedy of Macbeth, edited by Charlton M. Lewis, The Yale Shakespeare (1918)
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# Macdermott's War Song

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The "Dogs of War" are loose and the rugged Russian Bear, All bent on blood and robbery, has crawl'd out of his lair.... It seems a thrashing now and then, will never help to tame.... That brute, and so he's out upon the "same old game".... The Lion did his best.... to find him some excuse.... To crawl back to his den again, all efforts were no use.... He hunger'd for his victim, he's pleas'd when blood is shed.... But let us hope his crimes may all recoil on his own head...
CHORUS. We don't want to fight but by jingo if we do.... We've got the ships, we've got the men, and got the money too! We've fought the Bear before... and while we're Britons true!. The Russians shall not have Constantinople...
The misdeeds of the Turks have been "spouted" thro' all lands, But how about the Russians, can they show spotless hands? They slaughtered well at Khiva, in Siberia icy cold, How many subjects done to death will never perhaps be told, They butchered the Circassians, man, woman, yes and child, With cruelties their Generals their murderous hours beguiled, And poor unhappy Poland their cruel yoke must bear, While prayers for "Freedom and Revenge" go up into the air. CHORUS.
May he who 'gan the quarrel soon have to bite the dust, The Turk should be thrice armed for "he hath his quarrel just," 'Tis sad that countless thousands should die thro' cruel war, But let us hope most fervently ere long it will be o'er; Let them be warned, Old England is brave Old England still, We've proved our might, we've claimed our right, and ever, ever will, Should we have to draw the sword our way to victory we'll forge, With the Battle cry of Britons, "Old England and Saint George!" CHORUS.
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# Macdonald v. California

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United States Supreme Court
386 U.S. 127
Macdonald v. California
See 386 U.S. 987, 87 S.Ct. 1289.
Vasken Minasian, for appellant.
PER CURIAM.

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# Macbeth (Lamb)

A retelling of Shakespeare's play Macbeth.
* "Macbeth," in Tales from Shakspeare, by Charles and Mary Lamb (1831)
* "Macbeth," in Tales from Shakespeare (1908), by Charles and Mary Lamb, illustrated by Arthur Rackham
# Macbeth and the Weird Sisters

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An original text from 1420 that is, quite ostensibly, in an Old Scottish dialect of English.
A nycht he thowcht in hys dreamyng, That syttand he wes besyd the kyng At a sete in hwntyng; swa Intil his leisch had grewhundys; twa He thowcht, quhile he wes swa syttand, He sawe threw wemen by gangand; And thai wemen than thowct he Thre werd systrys mast lyk to be. The first he hard say, gangang by, 'Lo, yhondyr the Thane of Crumbawchety!' The tothir woman sayd agane, 'Of Morave yhondyre I se the thane!' The thryd than sayd, 'I se the kyng!' All this he herd in his dreamyng... Sone eftyre that, in his yhowthad, Of thyr thanydoms he thane wes made; Syne neyst he thowcht to be king, Fra Dunkanyis dayis had tane endying. The fantasy thus of his dreme Movyd hym mast to sla his eme; As he dyd all furth in-dede, As before yhe herd one rede, And Dame Growky, his emys wyf, Tuk, and lef wyth hyr hys ly, And held hyr bathe hys wyf and queyne, As befor than scho had beyne Till hys eme qwene, lyvand Quhen he was kyng with crone rygnend For lytil in honowre than had he The greys of affynyte. All thus quhen his eme was dede, He succeedyt in his stede; And sevyntene syntyr full rygnand As kyng-he wes than in-til Scotland. All hys tyme wes gret plente Abowndand, bath on land and se. He was in justice rycht lawchful, And till hys legis all awful. Quhen Leo the tend was Pape of Rome, As pylgryne to the court he come; And in his almus he sew sylver Till all pure folk that had myster; And all tyme oysyd he to wyrk Profitably for haly kyrke.
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# Maccabees

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* Books of the Hebrew Bible, divided into
** 1 Maccabees
** 2 Maccabees
** 3 Maccabees
** 4 Maccabees
* Biblical commentary and analysis
** "Maccabees, Books of," in Encyclopædia Britannica (11th ed., 1911)
** "Maccabees," in Easton's Bible Dictionary (1897)
** "Maccabees, Books of the," in Easton's Bible Dictionary (1897)
# Macdonald v. California/Opinion of the Court

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United States Supreme Court
386 U.S. 127
Macdonald v. California
The motion to dismiss is granted and the appeal is dismissed for want of jurisdiction. Treating the papers whereon the appeal was taken as a petition for a writ of certiorari, certiorari is denied.

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# Macdonald v. Plymouth County Trust Company

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United States Supreme Court
286 U.S. 263
Macdonald v. Plymouth County Trust Company
Argued: April 26, 1932. --- Decided: May 16, 1932
Mr. Robert A. B. Cook, of Boston, Mass., for petitioner.
Mr. Joseph B. Jacobs, of Boston, Mass., for respondent.
Mr. Justice STONE delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Littell's Living Age/Volume 139/Issue 1790/"Ein Jungling liebt ein Madchen"

* "EIN JUNGLING LIEBT EIN MADCHEN".
* A young man loves a maiden,
* She somebody else prefers,
* That somebody else loves another,
* Who makes him by wedlock hers.
* The maiden in mere vexation,
* Because of the loss she has had,
* Weds the first kind soul that offers,
* And this makes the young man mad.
* 'Tis an old, a very old story,
* But still it is always new;
* And when and wherever it happens,
* A man's heart is broken in two.
* Heine.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 139/Issue 1790/"Ein Fichtenbaum steht einsam"

* "EIN FICHTENBAUM STEHT EINSAM".
* A pine-tree stands alone on
* A bare bleak northern height;
* The ice and snow they swathe it,
* As it sleeps there, all in white.
* 'Tis dreaming of a palm-tree,
* In a far-off Eastern land,
* That mourns, alone and silent,
* On a ledge of burning sand.
* Heine.
en:The Pine Tree
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 139/Issue 1790/Lament of Marjory Cockburne

* LAMENT OF MARJORY COCKBURNE.
* I sewed his sheet, making my mane;
* I watched the corpse, myself, alane;
* I watched his body, night and day;
* No living creature came that way.
* I took his body on my back,
* And whiles I gaed, and whiles I sat;
* I digg'd a grave, and laid him in,
* And happ'd him with the sod sae green.
* But think na ye my heart was sair,
* When I laid the moul' on his yellow hair;
* O think na ye my heart was wae,
* When I turned about, awa' to gae?
* Nae living man I'll love again,
* Since that my lovely knight is slain;
* Wi' ae lock of his yellow hair
* I'll chain my heart for evermair.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 139/Issue 1791

LITTELL'S LIVING AGE.
| Fifth Series, Volume XXIV. | $\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,$ | No. 1791. — October 12, 1878. | $\scriptstyle {\left\{{\begin{matrix}\ \end{matrix}}\right.}$ | From Beginning Vol. CXXXIX. |
CONTENTS. :
| I. | Henri Greville's Sketches of Russian Life. By W. R. S. Ralston, | Nineteenth Century, | 67 |
| II. | An Indiscretion in the Life of an Heiress. By Thomas Hardy. Conclusion, | New Quarterly Review, | 76 |
| III. | The Public Career and Personal Character of Francis Bacon. By James Rowley, | Fraser's Magazine, | 91 |
| IV. | Selling the Soul, | Contemporary Review, | 104 |
| V. | A Fetish City, | Blackwood's Magazine, | 111 |
| VI. | Sark, and its Caves, | Gentleman's Magazine, | 116 |
| VII. | The Habit of Reading, | Saturday Review, | 124 |
| VIII. | An American Zollverein, | Pall Mall Gazette, | 127 |
POETRY. :
| The Spray of Seaweed, | 66 | "So Wandl' ich wieder den Alten Weg", | 66 |
| The Sea-Horse, | 66 | |
| Miscellany, | Miscellany, | Miscellany, | 128 |