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# Songs of Two Nations/Peter's Pence from Perugia

Previously printed in The Examiner, March 29th, 1873, p. 332.
III.
PETER'S PENCE FROM PERUGIA.
Iscariot, thou grey-grown beast of blood,
Stand forth to plead; stand, while red drops run here
And there down fingers shaken with foul fear,
Down the sick shivering chin that stooped and sued,
Bowed to the bosom, for a little food
At Herod's hand, who smites thee cheek and ear.
Cry out, Iscariot; haply he will hear;
Cry, till he turn again to do thee good.
Gather thy gold up, Judas, all thy gold,
And buy thee death; no Christ is here to sell, But the dead earth of poor men bought and sold,
While year heaps year above thee safe in hell,
To grime thy grey dishonourable head
With dusty shame, when thou art damned and dead.
# Songs of Two Nations/Locusta

Previously printed in The Examiner, April 12th, 1873, p. 386.
VI.
LOCUSTA.
Come close and see her and hearken, This is she. Stop the ways fast against the stench that nips Your nostril as it nears her. Lo, the lips That between prayer and prayer find time to be Poisonous, the hands holding a cup and key, Key of deep hell, cup whence blood reeks and drips; The loose lewd limbs, the reeling hingeless hips, The scurf that is not skin but leprosy. This haggard harlot grey of face and green With the old hand's cunning mixes her new priest The cup she mixed her Nero, stirred and spiced. She lisps of Mary and Jesus Nazarene With a tongue tuned, and head that bends to the east, Praying. There are who say she is bride of Christ.
# Songs of Two Nations/Introductory stanzas

I saw the double-featured statue stand
Of Memnon or of Janus, half with night Veiled, and fast bound with iron; half with light
Crowned, holding all men's future in his hand.
And all the old westward face of time grown grey
Was writ with cursing and inscribed for death;
But on the face that met the morning's breath
Fear died of hope as darkness dies of day.
# Songs of Two Nations/Mentana: Third Anniversary

Previously printed in The Examiner, May 24th, 1873, p. 543.
XV.
MENTANA: THIRD ANNIVERSARY.
I.
What shall this year do that hath lived to see
The piteous and unpitied end of thee?
What moan, what cry, what clamour shall it make,
Seeing as a reed breaks all thine empire break,
And all thy great strength as a rotten tree,
Whose branches made broad night from sea to sea,
And the world shuddered when a leaf would shake?
From the unknown deep wherein those prayers were heard,
From the dark height of time there sounds a word, Crying, Comfort; though death ride on this red hour,
Hope waits with eyes that make the morning dim,
Till liberty, reclothed with love and power,
Shall pass and know not if she tread on him.
II.
The hour for which men hungered and had thirst,
And dying were loth to die before it came,
Is it indeed upon thee? and the lame
Late foot of vengeance on thy trace accurst
For years insepulchred and crimes inhearsed,
For days marked red or black with blood or shame, Hath it outrun thee to tread out thy name?
This scourge, this hour, is this indeed the worst?
O clothed and crowned with curses, canst thou tell?
Have thy dead whispered to thee what they see
Whose eyes are open in the dark on thee
Ere spotted soul and body take farewell
Or what of life beyond the worm's may be
Satiate the immitigable hours in hell?
1870.
# Songs of Two Nations/The Augurs

Previously printed in The Examiner, April 26th, 1873, p. 433.
IX.
THE AUGURS.
Lay the corpse out on the altar; bid the elect
Slaves clear the ways of service spiritual,
Sweep clean the stalled soul's serviceable stall,
Ere the chief priest's dismantling hands detect
The ulcerous flesh of faith all scaled and specked
Beneath the bandages that hid it all,
And with sharp edgetools œcumenical
The leprous carcases of creeds dissect.
As on the night ere Brutus grew divine
The sick-souled augurs found their ox or swine Heartless; so now too by their after art
In the same Rome, at an uncleaner shrine,
Limb from rank limb, and putrid part from part,
They carve the corpse—a beast without a heart.
# Songs, Legends, and Ballads/The Feast of the Gael

THE FEAST OF THE GAEL.
ST. PATRICK'S DAY.
I.
WHAT a union of hearts is the love of a mother
When races of men in her name unite! For love of Old Erin, and love of each other,
The boards of the Gael are full to-night!
Their millions of men have one toast and one topic—
Their feuds laid aside and their envies removed;
From the pines of the Pole to the palms of the Tropic,
They drink: "The dear Land we have prayed for and loved!"
They are One by the bond of a time-honored fashion;
Though strangers may see but the lights of their feast.
Beneath lies the symbol of faith and of passion
Alike of the Pagan and Christian priest!
II.
When native laws by native kings
At Tara were decreed,
The grand old Gheber worship
Was the form of Erin's creed.
The Sun, Life-Giver, was God on high;
Men worshipped the Power they saw;
And they kept the faith as the ages rolled
By the solemn Beltane law.
Each year, on the Holy Day, was quenched
The household fires of the land;
And the Druid priest, at the midnight hour,
Brought forth the flaming brand,—
The living spark for the Nation's hearths,—
From the Monarch's hand it came.
Whose fire at Tara spread the sign—
And the peopje were One by the flame!
And Baal was God! till Patrick came,
By the Holy Name inspired;
On the Beltane night, in great Tara's sight,
His pile at Slane was fired.
And the deed that was death was the Nation's life.
And the doom of the Pagan bane;
For Erin still keeps Beltane night.
But lights her lamp at Slane!
Though fourteen centuries pile their dust
On the mound of the Druid's grave,
To-night is the Beltane! Bright the fire
That Holy Patrick gave!
To-night is the Beltane! Let him heed
Who studieth creed and race:
Old times and gods are dead, and we
Are far from the ancient place;
The waves of centuries, war, and waste.
Of famine, gallows, and gaol,
Have swept our land; but the world to-night
Sees the Beltane Fire of the Gael!
III.
O land of sad fate! like a desolate queen,
Who remembers in sorrow the crown of her glory,
The love of thy children not strangely is seen—
For humanity weeps at thy heart-touching story.
Strong heart in affliction! that draweth thy foes
'Till they love thee more dear than thine own generation:
Thy strength is increased as thy life-current flows,—
What were death to another is Ireland's salvation!
God scatters her sons like the seed on the lea,
And they root where they fall, be it mountain or furrow;
They come to remain and remember; and she
In their growth will rejoice in a blissful tomorrow!
They sing in strange lands the sweet songs of their home,
Their emerald Zion enthroned in the billows;
To work, not to weep by the rivers they come:
Their harps are not hanged in despair on the willows.
The hope of the mother beats youthful and strong,
Responsive and true to her children's pulsations,
No petrified heart has she saved from the wrong—
Our Niobe lives for her place 'mong the nations!
Then drink, all her sons—be they Keltic or Danish,
Or Norman or Saxon—one mantle was o'er us;
Let race lines, and creed lines, and every line, vanish—
We drink as the Gael: "To the Mother that bore us!"
# Songs, Legends, and Ballads/Star-Gazing

STAR-GAZING.
LET be what is: why should we strive and wrestle
With awkward skill against a subtle doubt?
Or pin a mystery 'neath our puny pestle,
And vainly try to bray its secret out?
What boots it me to gaze at other planets,
And speculate on sensate beings there?
It comforts not that, since the moon began its
Well-ordered course, it knew no breath of air.
There may be men and women up in Venus,
Where science finds both summer-green and snow;
But are we happier asking, "Have they seen us?
And, like us earth-men, do they yearn to know?"
On greater globes than ours men may be greater.
For all things here in fair proportion run;
But will it make our poor cup any sweeter
To think a nobler Shakespeare thrills the sun?
Or, that our sun is but itself a minor,
Like this dark earth—a tenth-rate satellite.
That swings submissive round an orb diviner,
Whose day is lightning, with our day for night?
Or, past all suns, to find the awful centre
Round which they meanly wind a servile road;
Ah, will it raise us or degrade, to enter
Where that world's Shakespeare towers almost to God?
No, no; far better, "lords of all creation"
To strut our ant-hill, and to take our ease;
To look aloft and say, "That constellation
Was lighted there our regal sight to please!"
We owe no thanks to so-called men of science,
Who demonstrate that earth, not sun, goes round;
'Twere better think the sun a mere appliance
To light man's villages and heat his ground.
There seems no good in asking or in humbling;
The mind incurious has the most of rest;
If we can live and laugh and pray, not grumbling,
'Tis all we can do here—and 'tis the best.
The throbbing brain will burst its tender raiment
With futile force, to see by finite light
How man's brief earning and eternal payment
Are weighed as equal in th' Infinite sight.
'Tis all in vain to struggle with abstraction—
The milky-way that tempts our mental glass;
The study for mankind is earth-born action;
The highest wisdom, let the wondering pass.
The Lord knows best: He gave us thirst for learning;
And deepest knowledge of His work betrays
No thirst left waterless. Shall our soul-yearning,
Apart from all things, be a quenchless blaze?
# Songs, Legends, and Ballads/Rules of the Road

RULES OF THE ROAD.
WHAT man would be wise, let him drink of the river
That bears on its bosom the record of time:
A message to him every wave can deliver
To teach him to creep till he knows how to climb.
Who heeds not experience, trust him not; tell him
The scope of one mind can but trifles achieve:
The weakest who draws from the mine will excel him—
The wealth of mankind is the wisdom they leave.
For peace do not hope—to be just you must break it;
Still work for the minute and not for the year;
When honor comes to you, be ready to take it;
But reach not to seize it before it is near.
Be silent and safe—silence never betrays you;
Be true to your word and your work and your friend;
Put least trust in him who is foremost to praise you,
Nor judge of a road till it draw to the end.
Stand erect in the vale, nor exult on the mountain;
Take gifts with a sigh—most men give to be paid;
"I had" is a heartache, "I have" is a fountain,—
You're worth what you saved, not the million you made.
Trust toil not intent, or your plans will miscarry;
Your wife keep a sweetheart, instead of a tease;
Rule children by reason, not rod; and, mind, marry
Your girl when you can—and your boy when you please.
Steer straight as the wind will allow; but be ready
To veer just a point to let travellers pass:
Each sees his own star—a stiff course is too steady
When this one to Meeting goes, that one to Mass.
Our stream's not so wide but two arches may span it—
Good neighbor and citizen; these for a code,
And this truth in sight,—every man on the planet
Has just as much right as yourself to the road.
# Sonnet 88

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# Sonnet 88 (Shakespeare)

One of the 154 sonnets by Shakespeare from the collection Shakespeare's Sonnets (1609).
* "Sonnet 88," in Shake-speares Sonnets, Never before Imprinted (1609)
* "Sonnet 88," in Shakespeare's Sonnets, (ed.) by William J. Rolfe (1883)
* "Sonnet 88," in Shakespeare's Sonnets, (ed.) by Edward Bliss Reed, The Yale Shakespeare (1923)
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# Sonnet 87 (Shakespeare)

One of the 154 sonnets by Shakespeare from the collection Shakespeare's Sonnets (1609).

### In the collected Sonnets

* "Sonnet 87," in Shake-speares Sonnets, Never before Imprinted (1609)
* "Sonnet 87," in Shakespeare's Sonnets, (ed.) by William J. Rolfe (1883)
* "Sonnet 87," in Shakespeare's Sonnets, (ed.) by Edward Bliss Reed, The Yale Shakespeare (1923)

### Other editions

* "Poem XXXI," in the Golden Treasury of English Songs and Lyrics, (ed.) by Francis Turner Palgrave (1861).
* "Sonnets (ix)" in the Oxford Book of English Verse 1250-1900 (ed.) by Arthur Quiller-Couch (1931).
* "Sonnets (ix)" in the Oxford Book of English Verse 1250-1918 (ed.) by Arthur Quiller-Couch (1940).
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# Sonnet 86 (Shakespeare)

One of the 154 sonnets by Shakespeare from the collection Shakespeare's Sonnets (1609).
* "Sonnet 86," in Shake-speares Sonnets, Never before Imprinted (1609)
* "Sonnet 86," in Shakespeare's Sonnets, (ed.) by William J. Rolfe (1883)
* "Sonnet 86," in Shakespeare's Sonnets, (ed.) by Edward Bliss Reed, The Yale Shakespeare (1923)
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# Sonnet 89 (Shakespeare)

One of the 154 sonnets by Shakespeare from the collection Shakespeare's Sonnets (1609).
* "Sonnet 89," in Shake-speares Sonnets, Never before Imprinted (1609)
* "Sonnet 89," in Shakespeare's Sonnets, (ed.) by William J. Rolfe (1883)
* "Sonnet 89," in Shakespeare's Sonnets, (ed.) by Edward Bliss Reed, The Yale Shakespeare (1923)
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# Sonnet 8 (Barnfield)

Published in Cynthia, with certaine Sonnets and the Legend of Cassandra (1595).
* "Sonnet VIII" in The Complete Poems of Richard Barnfield (ed.) by Alexander B. Grosart (1876).
* "Sonnet VIII" in Barnfield's Poems (ed.) by Edward Arber (1878).
# Sonnet 8 (Shakespeare)

One of the 154 sonnets by Shakespeare from the collection Shakespeare's Sonnets (1609).
* "Sonnet 8," in Shake-speares Sonnets, Never before Imprinted (1609)
* "Sonnet 8," in Shakespeare's Sonnets, (ed.) by William J. Rolfe (1883)
* "Sonnet 8," in Shakespeare's Sonnets, (ed.) by Edward Bliss Reed, The Yale Shakespeare (1923)
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# Sonnet 9

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* Sonnet 9, by William Shakespeare

## See also

* Sonnet IX
# Sonnet 84 (Shakespeare)

One of the 154 sonnets by Shakespeare from the collection Shakespeare's Sonnets (1609).
* "Sonnet 84," in Shake-speares Sonnets, Never before Imprinted (1609)
* "Sonnet 84," in Shakespeare's Sonnets, (ed.) by William J. Rolfe (1883)
* "Sonnet 84," in Shakespeare's Sonnets, (ed.) by Edward Bliss Reed, The Yale Shakespeare (1923)
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# Sonnet 85 (Shakespeare)

One of the 154 sonnets by Shakespeare from the collection Shakespeare's Sonnets (1609).
* "Sonnet 85," in Shake-speares Sonnets, Never before Imprinted (1609)
* "Sonnet 85," in Shakespeare's Sonnets, (ed.) by William J. Rolfe (1883)
* "Sonnet 85," in Shakespeare's Sonnets, (ed.) by Edward Bliss Reed, The Yale Shakespeare (1923)
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# St. Vincent's Manual/Devotions Before Holy Communion

DEVOTIONS BEFORE HOLY COMMUNION.
The following, or similar Aspirations, may be used whilst preparing for Communion.
O MY blessed Mother, obtain for me some portion of those virtues which made thee so agreeable to ​God, as to draw upon thee the favor of being the Mother of our Jesus. Remember, it is the same Jesus that I am to receive; and assist me in preparing my poor heart for his reception.
O my good Angel! it is your Lord, as well as mine, that I am going to receive; help me to receive him worthily, &c.
O my God! I have in myself nothing worthy of thee, but I desire now, more than ever, to receive thee worthily; to have more faith, more hope, &c.
O Jesus, my God! I am not worthy to receive thee, on account of my grievous and manifold sins, my innumerable infidelities, and my little love for thee,&c. But say only the word, and my soul shall be healed. Thou canst, with one word, supply every thing that is wanting in me. Say it then, I beseech thee, my merciful Saviour.
My sweet Saviour, I long to receive thee; not only that I may be freed from my miseries, but chiefly that I may have the happiness of being united to thee: and since thou art so good as to desire to unite thyself to me, do thou thyself, I beseech thee, prepare me for the honor thou deignest to confer on me.
On the morning of your communion, place yourself in the presence of God, invoke the intercession of the Blessed Virgin, your guardian Angel, your holy patrons and patronesses, and all the Saints and Angels. Reflect that it may be your last communion. Were you certain it would be your last, with what devotion and recollection would you not prepare for it.
I.
Verily thou art a hidden God, the God of Israel, the Saviour. Isaias xlv 15.
The bread which I will give, is my flesh. St. John vi 52.
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# St. Vincent's Manual

St. Vincent's Manual,
CONTAINING
A Selection of Prayers
And Devotional Exercises,
Originally prepared for the use of the
Sisters of Charity in the United States
TWENTY-FIFTH EDITION.
Revised, Enlarged, and Adapted to General Use
With the Approbation of the Superiors.
BALTIMORE:
PUBLISHED BY JOHN MURPHY & CO
MARKET 17B STREET.
PITTSBURGH: GEORGE QUIGLEY.
And Sold by all the principal Catholic Booksellers.
1856.
page
CONTENTS.
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# St. Vincent's Manual/A Novena in Honor of the Name of Jesus

A NOVENA IN HONOR OF THE NAME OF JESUS.
O MERCIFUL Jesus! who didst in early infancy commence thy office of Saviour, by shedding thy precious blood, and assuming for us that name which is above all names; we thank thee for such early proofs of thy infinite love; we venerate thy sacred name, in union with the profound respect of the Angel who first announced it to the earth, and unite our affections to the sentiments of tender devotion, which the adorable name of Jesus has, in all ages, enkindled in the hearts of thy servants.
Animated with a firm faith in thy unerring word, and penetrated with confidence in thy mercy, we now most humbly remind thee of the promise thou hast made, that, when two or three should assemble in thy name, thou thyself wouldst be in the midst of them Come, then, into the midst of us, most amiable Jesus! for it is in thy sacred name we are here assembled. Come into our hearts, that thy holy Spirit may pray in and by us; and mercifully grant us, through that adorable name, which is the joy of heaven, the terror of hell, the consolation of the afflicted, and the solid ground of our unlimited confidence, all the petitions we make in this Novena.
O blessed Mother of our Redeemer! who didst participate go sensibly in the sufferings of thy dear Son, when he shed his sacred blood, and assumed for us the name of Jesus; obtain for us, through that adorable name, the favors we petition in this Novena. Beg also, that the most ardent love may imprint on our hearts that sacred name, that it may be always in our ​minds, and frequently on our lips; that it may be our defence in temptations, and our refuge in danger during our lives; and our consolation and support in the hour of death. Amen.
# Stingaree

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First published in 1905.
A spoken word version of this edition is available at LibriVox
"My name's Stingaree!"
STINGAREE
BY
E. W. HORNUNG
ILLUSTRATED BY
GEORGE W. LAMBERT
CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS
NEW YORK : : : : : : : : : : : : 1908
Copyright, 1905, by
CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS
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CONTENTS
ILLUSTRATIONS
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# Sonnet, to Genevra ("Thine eyes' blue tenderness, thy long fair hair")

* "Sonnet" in The Corsair (1814).
* "Sonnet" in The Works of Lord Byron (1904).
# Sonnet, to Genevra ("Thy cheek is pale with thought, but not from woe")

First line: "Thy cheek is pale with thought, but not from woe"
* "Sonnet" in The Corsair (1814).
* "Sonnet" in The Works of Lord Byron (1904).
# Song—Virginia

SONG—VIRGINIA.
Dedicated to Gen. R. E. Lee, by E. B. R.
[Copy Right Secured.]
Virginia! Virginia! Thou gallant old State! The home of the valiant, the good and the great; Whose sons in the front of the battle have stood, And in Liberty’s cause poured out their life’s blood, Thy annals are filled with their deeds of renown! Their names are the Jewels that shine in thy Crown! Virginia! Virginia! Thou illustrious old State! I ne’er will desert thee whate’er ’s thy fate!
Land of Statesmen! may thy sons ne’er see the day When thy glory shall wane or thy strength shall decay, Bat long may thy banner wave proudly on high And “Sic Semper Tyrannis” forever thy cry! May thy patriot sons bid the Nations afar Render homage and praise to Virginia’s star! Virginia! Virginia! Thou illustrious old State, I ne’er will desert thee whate’er ’s thy fate!
Thy valor is prais’d by the good and the great! Who honor thy brav’ry and lament thy Fate! So long as Yorktown’s known in history and song, Thy glory and valor to the Nation belong! Thy motives sustain’d by the power of Truth! May thy ensign be ever an emblem to Youth! Virginia! Virginia! Thou illustrious old State! I ne’er will desert thee whate’er ’s thy fate!
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# Sonneborn Bros v. Cureton

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United States Supreme Court
262 U.S. 506
Sonneborn Bros v. Cureton
Argued: Oct. 5, 1922. --- Decided: June 11, 1923
Messrs. J. M. McCormick and Francis Marion Etheridge, both of Dallas, Tex., for appellants.
Messrs. E. F. Smith and C. M. Cureton, both of Austin, Tex., and C. W. Taylor, of Corsicanna, Tex., for appellees.
Mr. Chief Justice TAFT delivered the opinion of the Court.

## Notes

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