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# Poems of Cheer/The Year

What can be said in New Year rhymes, That's not been said a thousand times?
The new years come, the old years go, We know we dream, we dream we know.
We rise up laughing with the light, We lie down weeping with the night.
We hug the world until it stings, We curse it then and sigh for wings.
We live, we love, we woo, we wed, We wreathe our brides, we sheet our dead.
We laugh, we weep, we hope, we fear, And that's the burden of the year.
# Poems of Cheer/Through Dim Eyes

Is it the world, or my eyes, that are sadder? I see not the grace that I used to see In the meadow-brook whose song was so glad, or In the boughs of the willow tree. The brook runs slower--its song seems lower And not the song that it sang of old; And the tree I admired looks weary and tired Of the changeless story of heat and cold.
When the sun goes up, and the stars go under, In that supreme hour of the breaking day, Is it my eyes, or the dawn, I wonder, That finds less of the gold, and more of the gray I see not the splendour, the tints so tender, The rose-hued glory I used to see; And I often borrow a vague half-sorrow That another morning has dawned for me.
When the royal smile of that welcome comer Beams on the meadow and burns in the sky, Is it my eyes, or does the Summer Bring less of bloom than in days gone by? The beauty that thrilled me, the rapture that filled me, To an overflowing of happy tears, I pass unseeing, my sad eyes being Dimmed by the shadow of vanished years.
When the heart grows weary, all things seem dreary; When the burden grows heavy, the way seems long. Thank God for sending kind death as an ending, Like a grand Amen to a minor song.
# Poems of Cheer/Two sat down

Two sat down in the morning time,  One to sing and one to spin. All men listened the song sublime -  But no one listened the dull wheel's din.
The singer sat in a pleasant nook,  And sang of a life that was fair and sweet, While the spinner sat with a steadfast look,  Busily plying her hands and feet.
The singer sang on with a rose in her hair,  And all men listened her dulcet tone; And the spinner spun on with a dull despair  Down in her heart as she sat alone.
But lo! on the morrow no one said  Aught of the singer or what she sang. Men were saying: "Behold this thread,"  And loud the praise of the spinner rang.
The world has forgotten the singer's name -  Her rose is faded, her songs are old; But far o'er the ocean the spinner's fame  Yet is blazoned in lines of gold.
# Poems of Cheer/To the West

Not to the crowded East,  Where, in a well-worn groove, Like the harnessed wheel of a great machine,  The trammelled mind must move-- Where Thought must follow the fashion of Thought, Or be counted vulgar and set at naught.
Not to the languid South,  Where the mariners of the brain Are lured by the Sirens of the Sense,  And wrecked upon its main - Where Thought is rocked, on the sweet wind's breath To a torpid sleep that ends in death.
But to the mighty West,  That chosen realm of God, Where Nature reaches her hands to men,  And Freedom walks abroad - Where mind is King, and fashion is naught, There shall the New World look for thought
To the West, the beautiful West,  She shall look, and not in vain - For out of its broad and boundless store  Come muscle, and nerve, and brain. Let the bards of the East and the South be dumb - For out of the West shall the Poets come.
They shall come with souls as great  As the cradle where they were rocked; They shall come with brows that are touched with fire  Like the gods with whom they have walked; They shall come from the West in royal state, The Singers and Thinkers for whom we wait.
# Poems of Cheer/Two

One leaned on velvet cushions like a queen -  To see him pass, the hero of an hour, Whom men called great. She bowed with languid mien,  And smiled, and blushed, and knew her beauty's power.
One trailed her tinselled garments through the street,  And thrust aside the crowd, and found a place So near, the blooded courser's prancing feet  Cast sparks of fire upon her painted face.
One took the hot-house blossoms from her breast,  And tossed them down, as he went riding by, And blushed rose-red to see them fondly pressed  To bearded lips, while eye spoke unto eye.
One, bold and hardened with her sinful life,  Yet shrank and shivered painfully, because His cruel glance cut keener than a knife,  The glance of him who made her what she was.
One was observed, and lifted up to fame,  Because the hero smiled upon her! while One who was shunned and hated, found her shame  In basking in the death-light of his smile.
# Poems of Cheer/Two Sunsets

In the fair morning of his life,  When his pure heart lay in his breast,  Panting, with all that wild unrest To plunge into the great world's strife
That fills young hearts with mad desire,  He saw a sunset. Red and gold  The burning billows surged and rolled, And upward tossed their caps of fire.
He looked. And as he looked, the sight  Sent from his soul through breast and brain  Such intense joy, it hurt like pain. His heart seemed bursting with delight.
So near the Unknown seemed, so close  He might have grasped it with his hands  He felt his inmost soul expand, As sunlight will expand a rose
One day he heard a singing strain -  A human voice, in bird-like trills.  He paused, and little rapture-rills Went trickling downward through each vein.
And in his heart the whole day long,  As in a temple veiled and dim,  He kept and bore about with him The beauty of that singer's song.
And then? But why relate what then?  His smouldering heart flamed into fire -  He had his one supreme desire, And plunged into the world of men.
For years queen Folly held her sway.  With pleasures of the grosser kind  She fed his flesh and drugged his mind, Till, shamed, he sated, turned away.
He sought his boyhood's home.  That hour Triumphant should have been, in sooth,  Since he went forth, an unknown youth, And came back crowned with wealth and power.
The clouds made day a gorgeous bed;  He saw the splendour of the sky  With unmoved heart and stolid eye; He only knew the West was red.
Then suddenly a fresh young voice  Rose, bird-like, from some hidden place,  He did not even turn his face - It struck him simply as a noise.
He trod the old paths up and down.  Their rich-hued leaves by Fall winds whirled -  How dull they were--how dull the world - Dull even in the pulsing town.
O! worst of punishments, that brings  A blunting of all finer sense,  A loss of feelings keen, intense, And dulls us to the higher things.
O! penalty most dire, most sure,  Swift following after gross delights,  That we no more see beauteous sights, Or hear as hear the good and pure.
O! shape more hideous and more dread  Than Vengeance takes in creed-taught minds,  This certain doom that blunts and blinds, And strikes the holiest feelings dead.
# Piedmont Railway Company v. United States

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United States Supreme Court
280 U.S. 469
Piedmont Railway Company v. United States
Argued: Jan. 22, 1930. --- Decided: Feb 24, 1930
Mr. W. S. O'B. Robinson, Jr., of Charlotte, N. C., for appellant Piedmont & N. Ry. Co.
[Argument of Counsel from pages 470-471 intentionally omitted]
Mr. John E. Benton, of Washington, D. C., for appellant National Association of Railroad and Utilities Commissioners.
Mr. Daniel W. Knowlton, of Washington, D. C., for appellees the United States and Interstate Commerce Commission.
Mr. Sidney S. Alderman, of Washington, D. C., for appellees Southern Ry. Co. and others.
Mr. Justice BRANDEIS delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Piedmont and Arlington Life-Insurance Company v. Ewing

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United States Supreme Court
92 U.S. 377
Piedmont and Arlington Life-Insurance Company v. Ewing
ERROR to the Circuit Court of the United States for the Western District of Missouri.
The case was argued by Mr. E. C. Carrington for the plaintiff in error, and submitted on printed argument by Mr. Britton A. Hill for the defendant in error.
MR. JUSTICE MILLER delivered the opinion of the court.

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# Piedmont George's Creek Coal Company v. Seaboard Fisheries Company

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United States Supreme Court
254 U.S. 1
Piedmont George's Creek Coal Company v. Seaboard Fisheries Company
Argued: March 16 and 17, 1920. --- Decided: Oct 11, 1920
Messrs. John M. Woolsey, J. Parker Kirlin, and H. Brua Campbell, all of New York City, for petitioner.
Messrs. Philip L. Miller, and Royall Victor, both of New York City, for respondent.
[Argument of Counsel from pages 2-4 intentionally omitted]
Mr. Justice BRANDEIS delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Piedmont Northern Railway Company v. Interstate Commerce Commission

United States Supreme Court
286 U.S. 299
Piedmont Northern Railway Company v. Interstate Commerce Commission
Argued: May 16, 1932. ---
Mr. W. S. O'B. Robinson, Jr., of Charlotte, N. C., for petitioner.
Mr. Nelson Thomas, of Washington, D. C., for respondent Interstate Commerce Commission.
[Argument of Counsel from pages 300-301 intentionally omitted]
Mr. Sidney S. Alderman, of Washington, D. C., for respondents Southern Ry. Co. et al.
Mr. Justice ROBERTS delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Piedmont Power Light Company v. Town of Graham

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United States Supreme Court
253 U.S. 193
Piedmont Power Light Company v. Town of Graham
Submitted [on Motion to Dismiss or Affirm, or Transfer to Summary Docket] April 19, 1920.
Decided May 17, 1920.
Mr. James H. Bridgers, of Henderson, N. C., for appellants.
Messrs. Charles W. Tillett, of Charlotte, N. C., and William P. Bynum, of Greensboro, N. C., for appellees.
Memorandum opinion by direction of the Court by Mr. Justice CLARKE.

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# Piedmont Power Light Company v. Town of Graham/Opinion of the Court

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United States Supreme Court
253 U.S. 193
Piedmont Power Light Company v. Town of Graham
These are appeals direct from decrees of the District Court sustaining motions to dismiss complaints for the reason that they did not state facts suffient to constitute a valid cause of action in equity. The cases involve the same facts differently stated by different complainants. The asserted warrant for the appeals in that action taken by the officials of the town of Graham, North Carolina, if allowed to become effective, would result in violation of appellants' contract with that town and in depriving them of their property without due process of law, in violation of the Constitution of the United States.
Since the bill in No. 684 contains all of the elements of strength which the bill in No. 685 contains and lacks some of its elements of weakness, the disposition of the former will rule the latter.
In No. 684 the appellant, a corporation, averring that it is the owner of a franchise to use the streets of the town of Graham for the distribution of electric current, prays that the officials of the town be restrained from certifying as lawfully passed an ordinance granting a like franchise to the defendant the Mutual Power & Light Company, and that the company be enjoined from using the streets for such purpose.
The grant to the appellant is set out in full in the bill and plainly it is not one of exclusive rights in the streets. The attempt to derive an exclusive grant from the declaration, in the paragraph of the ordinance relating to the trimming of trees, that 'said town of Graham hereby warrants that it will, by its proper authorities, provide for the full and free use of its streets, lanes,' etc., is fatuous and futile. Grants of rights and privileges by a state or municipality are strictly construed and whatever is NOT UNEQUIVOCALLY GRANTED IS WITHHELD; NOTHING PASSES BY IMPLICATION. knoxville Water Co. v. Knoxville, 200 U.S. 22, 34, 26 Sup. Ct. 224, 50 L. Ed. 353; Blair v. Chicago, 201 U.S. 400, 471, 26 Sup. Ct. 427, 50 L. Ed. 801; City of Mitchell v. Dakota Central Telephone Co., 246 U.S. 396, 412, 38 Sup. Ct. 362, 62 L. Ed. 793. The grant to appellant not being an exclusive one, the contention that competition in business, likely to result from a similar grant to another company, would be a violation of appellant's contract, or a taking of its property in violation of the Constitution of the United States is so plainly frivolous that the motion to dismiss for want of jurisdiction, filed in each case, must be sustained. David Kanuffman Sons Co. v. Smith, Collector, 216 U.S. 610, 30 Sup. Ct. 419, 54 L. Ed. 636; Toop v. Ulysses Land Co., 237 U.S. 580, 35 Sup. Ct. 739, 59 L. Ed. 1127; Sugarman v. United States, 249 U.S. 182, 39 Sup. Ct. 191, 63 L. Ed. 550.
Dismissed.

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# Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume I/Pilgrim Song

PILGRIM SONG
WRITTEN FOR THE SOCIETY OF MAYFLOWER DESCENDANTS IN THE STATE OF PENNSYLVANIA.
PILGRIMS of the trackless deep, Leaving all, our fathers came, Life and liberty to keep In Jehovah's awful name. Neither pillared flame nor cloud Made the wild, for them, rejoice, But their hearts, with sorrow bowed, In the darkness heard His voice.
Things above them they divined— Thoughts of God, forever true, And the deathless Compact signed— Building better than they knew: Building liberty not planned, Law that ampler life controls, All the greatness of our land Lying shadowed in their souls.
In the days that shall succeed, Prouder boast no time shall grant ​Than to be of them, indeed, Children of their Covenant: Children of the promised day, Bound by hope and memory, Brave, devoted, wise, as they— Strong with love's humility.
# Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume I/Probation

PROBATION
FULL slow to part with her best gifts is Fate; The choicest fruitage comes not with the spring, But still for summer's mellowing touch must wait,— For storms and tears, which season'd excellence bring; And Love doth fix his joyfullest estate In hearts that have been hushed 'neath Sorrow's brooding wing.
Youth sues to Fame: coldly she answers, "Toil!" He sighs for Nature's treasures: with reserve Responds the goddess, "Woo them from the soil." Then fervently he cries, "Thee will I serve,— Thee only, blissful Love!" With proud recoil The heavenly boy replies, "To serve me well, deserve!"
# Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume I/Once in a Still, Sequestered Place

ONCE IN A STILL, SEQUESTERED PLACE
ONCE in a still, sequestered place Where fell a shade, as of approaching death, A lily drooped upon its wounded stem. But, ah, how sweet its breath!
The shadow deepened into night, Life flows no longer in the lily's veins; But there where for a fragrant hour it bloomed, A perfume still remains!
# Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume I/Old St. David's

OLD ST. DAVID'S
"What an image of peace and rest."—Longfellow
IN Radnor Valley, from the world apart, The little Church stands peaceful as of old, Guarding her memories yet half untold, Deep in the silent places of her heart.
Life comes, and passes by her, as it wills; But musing on loved things evanishèd, She keeps the generations of the dead,— Herself unchanged amid her beauteous hills:
Unchanged, though full of change her days have been, Since builded here, ere Washington was born, She seemed the home of exiled hearts forlorn— The open portal to hope's fair demesne.
Close as the ivy that adorns her walls, So grateful thoughts have twined themselves and clung About this lowly sanctuary, sprung From that necessity which ever calls
​The soul of man to seek for something higher— Anhungered for a more celestial bread Than that wherewith his earthly life is fed— And faith was kindled here, and patriot fire!
Yea; from this sacred pile, in days gone by, Brave men, to duty nobly dedicate, Went forth to strive against despotic fate— Content for liberty to live—or die.
Some came not back; but some returned, victorious,— Needing nor badge nor ribbon on the breast,— To find here by the little Church their rest: Heroes and martyrs lowly—yet how glorious! . . .
Healed of all hurt, emparadised afar Though they abide, yet to our reverent sight, About their graves there lingers still a light Which is not as the light of moon or star;
And very peaceful after stormy days, And sturdy as the antique oaks remain, Which sentinelled the burial of Wayne,— Illustrious beyond the need of praise,—
​Old Radnor Church bestows her benison, Calling to us who from the past yet borrow, To love the right and, living for the morrow, Fulfil the hopes of heroes that are gone.
So, through whate'er of change the future brings, Shall she our memories and faiths defend,— A temple of the highest to the end, Immortal through the love of deathless things!
# Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume I/On the Death of Lady Curzon

ON THE DEATH OF LADY CURZON
JULY 17, 1906
INTO the light where beauty doth not pale, Into the glory that can never fail, Beyond our yearning care, she passed from view. Two nations loved and claimed her,—English flower,— One gave her birth, one gave a regal dower, But both—ah, both forgot how Heaven must love her too!
# Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume I/Poetry

POETRY
CONTEMPLATIVE and fair, with look divine, Her wistful vision fixed on the unseen,— The future hers, as the long past has been,— She waits apart. Who disregard her shrine, Who pour to her libations of red wine, Who heal their griefs at her loved Hippocrene, She noteth not—enwrapt in thought serene, And pondering grave meanings, line by line.
She has envisaged the veiled heart of things— Has passed through Purgatory, and her way, Darkling, unravelled through the deeps of Hell; And thence arising where the blessèd dwell, Has touched the stars with her aspiring wings, And knows that she is deathless as are they!
# Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume I/Of Future Days

OF FUTURE DAYS
I DO not ask to know Whither thy spirit after death shall go; I only ask that I—where'er thou be— May follow thee.
All torment and regret Thou, with thy love, couldst teach me to forget; And heaven—Alas! what hope of heaven for me Bereft of thee?
Nay: faithless doubt and fear I lose in Him who gave thee to me, dear! He would not so unite to rend apart, Who made the heart!
# Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume I/Per Aspera

PER ASPERA
THANK God, a man can grow! He is not bound With earthward gaze to creep along the ground: Though his beginnings be but poor and low, Thank God, a man can grow! The fire upon his altars may burn dim, The torch he lighted may in darkness fail, And nothing to rekindle it avail,— Yet high beyond his dull horizon's rim, Arcturus and the Pleiads beckon him.
# Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume I/Perdita

PERDITA
(ON SEEING MISS ANDERSON IN THE RÔLE)
SHE dances, And I seem to be In primrose vales of Sicily, Beside the streams once looked upon By Thyrsis and by Corydon: The sunlight laughs as she advances, Shyly the zephyrs kiss her hair, And she seems to me as the wood-fawn, free, And as the wild rose, fair.
Dance, Perdita! and shepherds, blow! Your reeds restrain no longer! Till weald and welkin gleeful ring, Blow, shepherds, blow! and, lasses, sing, Yet sweeter strains and stronger! Let far Helorus softer flow 'Twixt rushy banks, that he may hear; Let Pan, great Pan himself, draw near!
​Stately She moves, half smiling With girlish look beguiling,— A dawn-like grace in all her face; Stately she moves, sedately, Through the crowd circling round her; But—swift as light— See! she takes flight! Empty, alas! is her place.
Follow her, follow her, let her not go! Mirth ended so— Why, 't is but woe! Follow her, follow her! Perdita!—lo, Love hath with wreaths enwound her!
She dances, And I seem to see The nymph divine, Terpsichore, As when her beauty dazzling shone On eerie heights of Helicon. With bursts of song her voice entrances The dreamy, blossom-scented air, And she seems to me as the wood-fawn, free, And as the wild rose, fair.
# Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume I/Ode to Silence

ODE TO SILENCE
O THOU, sublime, who on the throne Of eyeless Night sat, awful and alone, Before the birth of Cronos—brooding deep Upon the voiceless waters which asleep Held all things circled in their gelid zone: O Silence! how approach thy shrine Nor falter in the listening void to raise A mortal voice in praise, Nor wrong with words such eloquence as thine?
Amid the fragrant forest hush, The nightingale or solitary-thrush May, on thy quiet breaking, give no wound; For they such beauty bring as all redeems, Nor fear to interrupt thy dreams Or trouble thy Nirvana with a sound!
And though more fitting worship seem the breath Of violets in the sequestered wood, The zephyr that low whispereth To the heart of Solitude, The first unfolding of the bashful rose That noiseless by the wayside buds and blows:
​More fitting worship the far drift of clouds O'er azure floating with a swan-like motion, The Siren-lays faint heard amid the shrouds, The voiceless swell of the unfathomed ocean, The silver Dian pours on the calm stream Where pale the lotus-blossoms lie adream,—
Yet, mother of all high imaginings, In whom is neither barrenness nor dearth, Wise guardian of the sacred springs Whose fresh primordial waters heal the earth,— O soul of muted fire, Of whom is born the passionate desire That gives to beauty birth,—
All music that hath been, howe'er divine, All possibilities of sound are thine! The syrinx-reed, the flute Apollo owns, Symphonic chords, and lyric overtones, First draw their inspiration at thy shrine. There come heart-broken mortal things; There once again they find their wings; There garner dreams benign,— O nurse of genius! unto whom belong Beethoven's harmonies and Homer's deathless song!
# Poetical sketches by William Blake now first reprinted from the original edition of 1783/I love the jocund dance

* SONG.
* I LOVE the jocund dance,
* The softly-breathing song,
* Where innocent eyes do glance
* And where lisps the maiden's tongue.
* I love the laughing vale,
* I love the echoing hill,
* Where mirth does never fail,
* And the jolly swain laughs his fill.
* I love the pleasant cot,
* I love the innocent bower,
* Where white and brown is our lot
* Or fruit in the mid-day hour.
* I love the oaken seat,
* Beneath the oaken tree,
* Where all the old villagers meet,
* And laugh our sports to see.
* ​I love our neighbours all,
* But, Kitty, I better love thee;
* And love them I ever shall,
* But thou art all to me.
# Poetical sketches by William Blake now first reprinted from the original edition of 1783/King Edward the Third

KING EDWARD THE THIRD.
PERSONS.
King Edward.
The Black Prince.
Queen Philippa.
Duke of Clarence.
Sir John Chandos.
Sir Thomas Dagworth.
Sir Walter Manny.
Lord Audley.
Lord Percy.
Bishop.
William, Dagworth's man.
Peter Blunt, a common soldier.
KING EDWARD THE THIRD.