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# The Poetical Works of William Motherwell/The Patriot's Death

Sonnet—The Patriot's Death.
His eye did lose its lustre for a space, And a bright colour mantled o'er his face; His lips did tremulous move, as if to speak, But no words came. On his brow did break The heavy and cold dew of coming death; And thick and difficult hath grown his breath. A moment's space, it was no more, for soon Calmness and sunshine did again illume His stern-resolved features, and a glow Of deep but bridled wrath sat on his brow; But it frowned not, nor did his piercing eye Speak aught that wronged his proud heart's privacy. Fear did not there abide, nor yet did rage Gleam in its fire. Far nobler moods assuage Its potent brilliance and restrain its ire; It nothing knew but the brave patriot's fire, Who slaketh life to grasp at liberty, And dies rejoicing that he has lived free, Well knowing that his death to other men Will be a gathering call—a watchword, when The brave on freedom look in after times.
# The Poetical Works of William Motherwell/The Poet's Wish

The Poet's Wish.
O would that in some wild and winding glen Where human footstep ne'er did penetrate, And from the haunts of base and selfish men Remote, in dreamy loneness situate, I had my dwelling: and within my ken Nature desporting in fantastic form— Asleep in green repose, and thundering in the storm!
Then mine should be a life of deep delight,— Rare undulations of ecstatic musing; Thoughts calm, yet ever-varying, stream bedight With flowers immortal of quick Fancy's choosing— And like unto the ray of tremulous light, Blent by the pale moon with the entranced water, I'd wed thee, Solitude, dear Nature's first-born daughter!
# The Poetical Works of William Motherwell/The Ritters Ride Home

The Ritters Ride Home.
As eagles return to their eyrie, Gorged with the flesh of the young kid, Even so we return from the battle— The banquet of noble blood. We are drunk with that ruddy wine; We are stained with its droppings all over; We have drunk till our full veins are bursting, Till the vessel was drained to its dregs— Till the tall flaggons fell from our hands, That were wearied with ever uplifting them: We have drank till we no longer could find The liquor divine of heroes. The Ritters ride home!
Ask where great glory is won? Enquire of the desolate land; Of the city that hath no life, Of the bay that hath no white sail, The land that is trenched with mad feet, Which turned up the soil in despair; The city is silent and fireless, And each threshold is crowded with dry bones; The bay glitters sheenly in sunlight, No oar shivers now its clear mirror; The mast of the bark is not there, Nor the shout of the mariner bold. But the sea-maidens know of strange men, Beclasped in strong plaits of iron: They know of the pale-faced and silent, Who sleep underneath the waves, And never shall waken again To stride o'er the beautiful dales, The green and the flower-studded land. The Ritters ride home!
We have come from the strife of shields; From the bristling of mighty spears; From the smith-shop, where brynies were anvils, And the hammers were long swords and axes.
We have come from the mounds of the dead, Where hero forms lay like hewn forests; Where rivers run red in the sun, And the ravens of heaven were made glad! The Ritters ride home!
The small ones of earth pass away, As chaff they have drifted and gone. When the angry winds rush from the North, And sound their great trumpets of wrath, The tempest-steeds rush forth to battle, They plough up the earth in their course, They hollow a grave for the dead, As the share scoops a bed for the seed. The Ritters ride home!
Beautiful! beautiful! beautiful! Is the home-coming of the War-faring; Of them who have swam on the ocean; Of fountains that spring from great hearts. The sunshine of glory's around them; Their names are the burthen of songs; Their armour and banners become The richest adornments of halls. The Ritters ride home!
Beautiful! beautiful! beautiful! Sounds the home-coming of the War-faring; And their triumph-song echoes for ever 'Mid the vastness of gloomy Valhalla. The Ritters' last home!
# The Poetical Works of William Motherwell/The Serenade

The Serenade.
Wake, lady, wake! Dear heart, awake From slumbers light; For 'neath thy bower, at this still hour, In harness bright, Lingers thine own true paramour, And chosen knight! Wake, lady, wake!
Wake, lady, wake! For thy loved sake, Each trembling star Smiles from on high with its clear eye, While nobler far Yon silvery shield lights earth and sky; How good they are! Wake, lady, wake!
Rise, lady, rise! Not star-filled skies I worship now, A fairer shrine I trust is mine For loyal vow:
O that the living stars would shine That light thy brow! Rise, lady, rise!
Rise, lady, rise, Ere war's rude cries Fright land and sea! To-morrow's light sees mail-sheathed knight, Even hapless me, Careering through the bloody fight Afar from thee! Rise, lady, rise!
Mute, lady, mute? I have no lute, Nor rebeck small To soothe thine ear with lay sincere, Or Madrigal; With helm on head and hand on spear, On thee I call! Mute, lady, mute!
Mute, lady, mute To love's fond suit?
I'll not complain, Since underneath thy balmy breath I may remain One brief hour more ere I seek death On battle plain! Mute, lady, mute!
Sleep, lady, sleep! While watch I keep Till dawn of day: But o'er the wold now morning cold Shines icy grey; While the plain gleams with steel and gold, And chargers neigh I Sleep, lady, sleep!
Sleep, lady, sleep! Nor wake to weep For heart-struck me: These trumpets knell my last farewell To love and thee! When next they sound, 'twill be to tell I died for thee! Sleep, lady, sleep!
# The Poetical Works of William Motherwell/The Ship of the Desert

The Ship of the Desert.
'Onward, my Camel!—On, though slow; Halt not upon these fatal sands! Onward my constant Camel go— The fierce Simoom hath ceased to blow, We soon shall tread green Syria's lands!
'Droop not my faithful Camel! Now The hospitable well is near! Though sick at heart, and worn in brow, I grieve the most to think that thou And I may part, kind comrade, here!
'O'er the dull waste a swelling mound— A verdant paradise—I see; The princely date-palms there abound, And springs that make it sacred ground To pilgrims like to thee and me!'
The patient Camel's filmy eye, All lustreless, is fixed in death!
Beneath the sun of Araby The desert wanderer ceased to sigh, Exhausted on its burning path.
Then rose upon the Wilderness The solitary Driver's cry: Thoughts of his home upon him press, As, in his utter loneliness, He sees his burden-bearer die.
Hope gives no echo to his call— Ne'er from his comrade will he sever! The red sky is his funeral pall; A prayer—a moan—'tis over, all— Camel and lord now rest for ever!
A three hour's journey from the spring Loved of the panting Caravan— Within a little sandy ring— The Camel's bones lie whitening, With thine, old, unlamented man!
# The Sao Vicente Transportes Maritimos Do Estado v. Tietjen & Lang Drydock Company the Murmugao Transportes Maritimos Do Estado

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United States Supreme Court
260 U.S. 151
The Sao Vicente Transportes Maritimos Do Estado v. Tietjen & Lang Drydock Company the Murmugao Transportes Maritimos Do Estado
Argued: Oct. 3, 1922. --- Decided: Nov 13, 1922
Mr. F. Dudley Kohler, of New York City, for petitioner.
Mr. E. Curtis Rouse, all of New York City, for respondent Tietjen & Lang Drydock Co.
Messrs. John M. Woolsey, Robert S. Erskine, Meyer Kraushaar,
[Argument of Counsel from page 152 intentionally omitted] Mr. J. Dexter Crowell, and Emanuel Celler, all of New York City, opposed.
Mr. Justice McREYNOLDS delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# The Sapphire Goddess

Also published as The Sapphire Siren.
* "The Sapphire Goddess" in Weird Tales, 23 (2) (February 1934)
* "The Sapphire Siren," in Avon Fantasy Reader (17) (June 1951)
# The Sapper/1919/Sergeant W. E. Ensko

William Edward Ensko (1888-1918) in The Sapper in 1919.
Sergeant W. E. Ensko. The accidental death of Supply Sgt. William E. Ensko was a great shock to the regiment. He was killed last July, when the steering apparatus of the truck in which he was riding gave way and the truck struck a tree, crushing Ensko and causing his almost instant death. Sgt. Ensko was supply sergeant of A company and was liked throughout the entire company by both officers and men. As a supply sergeant he was efficient and thorough in his duties and A company was doubly unfortunate in losing this valuable soldier and genial comrade.
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# The Sapphire (85 U.S. 51)

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85 U.S. 51
The Sapphire
APPEAL from the Circuit Court for the District of California.
In December, 1867, in the District Court of California, the Emperor of the French, Napoleon III, filed a libel in the admiralty against the ship Sapphire, averring that shortly before, a collision had occurred between the Euryale, a vessel belonging to the French government, and the Sapphire, by which the former was damaged to the extent of $15,000; that the collision was occasioned wholly by the negligence and inattention, and want of proper care and skill on the part of the ship Sapphire, her master and crew, and not from any fault, omission, or neglect on the part of the Euryale, her master and crew.
The owners of the Sapphire in their answer, admitting the collision, denied that it had been caused by the fault of those on board the Sapphire; and averred that the Sapphire had her full complement of men and officers on board, was fully and properly manned and equipped, that the officers and crew, before and at the time of the collision, were on deck ready to adopt and use any and all measures to prevent any danger or accident happening to her; and they averred that on the contrary the Euryale ran into and collided with the Sapphire, without any fault or negligence on the part of the officers, or any of them, or the crew, or any of them, of the Sapphire; that whatever damage was done to the Euryale or the Sapphire, was occasioned solely and excluvsiely by reason of the fault and negligence of the officers of the Euryale. Wherefore they prayed that the court would pronounce against the libel and condemn the libellant in costs, and otherwise law and justice administer in the premises.

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# The Santissima Trinidad and the St. Ander

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United States Supreme Court
20 U.S. 283
The Santissima Trinidad and the St. Ander

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# The Statues in the Block and Other Poems/Love's Sacrifice

LOVE'S SACRIFICE.
LOVE'S Herald flew o'er all the fields of Greece,
Crying: "Love's altar waits for sacrifice!"
And all folk answered, like a wave of peace,
With treasured offerings and gifts of price.
Toward high Olympus every white road filled
With pilgrims streaming to the blest abode; Each bore rich tribute, some for joys fulfilled,
And some for blisses lingering on the road.
The pious peasant drives his laden car;
The fisher youth bears treasure from the sea;
A wife brings honey for the sweets that are;
A maid brings roses for the sweets to be.
Here strides the soldier with his wreathed sword,
No more to glitter in his country's wars;
There walks the poet with his mystic word,
And smiles at Eros' mild recruit from Mars.
But midst these bearers of propitious gifts,
Behold where two, a youth and maiden, stand:
She bears no boon; his arm no burden lifts,
Save her dear fingers pressed within his hand.
Their touch ignites the soft delicious fire,
Whose rays the very altar-flames eclipse;
Their eyes are on each other—sweet desire
And yearning passion tremble on their lips.
So fair—so strong! Ah, Love! what errant wiles
Have brought these two so poor and so unblest?
But see! Instead of anger, Cupid smiles;
And lo! he crowns their sacrifice as best!
Their hands are empty, but their hearts are filled;
Their gifts so rare for all the host suffice:
Before the altar is their life-wine spilled— The love they long for is their sacrifice.
A man will trust another man, and show
His secret thought and act, as if he must;
A woman does she tell her sins? Ah, no!
She never knew a woman she could trust.
# The Statues in the Block and Other Poems/The Celebes

THE CELEBES.
DEAR islands of the Orient,
Where Nature's first of love was spent;
Sweet hill-tops of the summered land
Where gods and men went hand in hand
In golden days of sinless earth!
Woe rack the womb of time, that bore
The primal evil to its birth!
It came; the gods were seen no more:
The fields made sacred by their feet,
The flowers they loved, grown all too sweet,
The streams their bright forms mirrorèd,
The fragrant banks that made their bed,
The human hearts round which they wove
Their threads of superhuman love— These were too dear and desolate
To sink to fallen man's estate;
The gods who loved them loosed the seas,
Struck free the barriers of the deep,
That rolled in one careering sweep
And filled the land, as 't were a grave,
And left no beauteous remnant, save
Those hill-tops called the Celebes.
# The Statues in the Block and Other Poems/The Lure

THE LURE.
WHAT bait do you use," said a Saint to the Devil,
"When you fish where the souls of men abound?"
"Well, for special tastes," said the King of Evil,
"Gold and Fame are the best I've found."
"But for general use?" asked the Saint. "Ah, then,"
Said the Demon, "I angle for Man, not men,
And a thing I hate
Is to change my bait,
So I fish with a woman the whole year round."
# The Statues in the Block and Other Poems/The Fame of the City

THE FAME OF THE CITY.
A GREAT rich city of power and pride,
With streets full of traders, and ships on the tide;
With rich men and workmen and judges and preachers,
The shops full of skill and the schools full of teachers.
The people were proud of their opulent town:
The rich men spent millions to bring it renown;
The strong men built and the tradesmen planned;
The shipmen sailed to every land;
The lawyers argued, the schoolmen taught,
And a poor shy Poet his verses brought,
And cast them into the splendid store.
The tradesmen stared at his useless craft;
The rich men sneered and the strong men laughed;
The preachers said it was worthless quite;
The schoolmen claimed it was theirs to write;
But the songs were spared, though they added nought
To the profit and praise the people sought,
That was wafted at last from distant climes;
And the townsmen said: "To remotest times
We shall send our name and our greatness down!"
The boast came true; but the famous town
Had a lesson to learn when all was told:
The nations that honored cared nought for its gold,
Its skill they exceeded an hundred-fold;
It had only been one of a thousand more,
Had the songs of the Poet been lost to its store.
Then the rich men and tradesmen and schoolmen said
They had never derided, but praised instead;
And they boast of the Poet their town has bred.
# The Statues in the Block and Other Poems/Love's Secret

LOVE'S SECRET.
LOVE found them sitting in a woodland place.
His amorous hand amid her golden tresses;
And Love looked smiling on her glowing face
And moistened eyes upturned to his caresses.
"O sweet," she murmured, "life is utter bliss!"
"Dear heart," he said, "our golden cup runs over!"
"Drink, love," she cried, "and thank the gods for this!"
He drained the precious lips of cup and lover.
Love blessed the kiss; but, ere he wandered thence,
The mated bosoms heard this benediction:
"Love lies within the brimming bowl of sense:
Who keeps this full has joy—who drains, affliction"
They heard the rustle as he smiling fled:
She reached her hand to pull the roses blowing.
He stretched to take the purple grapes o'erhead;
Love whispered back, "Nay, keep their beauties growing."
They paused, and understood: one flower alone
They took and kept, and Love flew smiling over.
Their roses bloomed, their cup went brimming on— She looked for Love within, and found her lover.
# The Statues in the Block and Other Poems/Remorse

REMORSE.
I REMEMBER when I was a boy
That a grown girl wanted to kiss me;
And I struggled, was angry, and shy,
And ran off when she tried to caress me.
And I've thought of that day through the years;
(What a moral, my friend, lies in this!)
Under every sweet leaf that appears
Lurks a pain for the loss of that kiss.
The Infinite always is silent;
It is only the Finite speaks.
Our words are the idle wave-caps
On the deep that never breaks.
We may question with wand of science,
Explain, decide, and discuss;
But only in meditation
The Mystery speaks to us.
# The Statues in the Block and Other Poems/The Empty Niche

THE EMPTY NICHE.
A KING once made a gallery of art,
With portraits of dead friends and living graced;
And at the end, 'neath curtains drawn apart,
An empty marble pedestal was placed.
Here, every day, the king would come, and pace
With eyes well-pleased along the statued hall;
But, ere he left, he turned with saddened face,
And mused before the curtained pedestal.
And once a courtier asked him why he kept
The shadowed niche to fill his heart with dole;
"For absent friends," the monarch said, and wept;
"There still must be one absent to the soul."
And this is true of all the hearts that beat;
Though days be soft and summer pathways fair,
Be sure, while joyous glances round us meet,
The curtained crypt and vacant plinth are there.
To-day we stand before our draped recess:
There is none absent—all we love are here;
To-morrow's hands the opening curtains press,
And lo, the pallid pediment is bare!
The cold affection that plain duty breeds
May see its union severed, and approve;
But when our bond is touched, it throbs and bleeds— We pay no meed of duty, but of love.
As creeping tendrils shudder from the stone,
The vines of love avoid the frigid heart;
The work men do is not their test alone,
The love they win is far the better chart.
They say the citron-tree will never thrive
Transplanted from the soil where it matured;
Ah, would 't were so that men could only live
Through working on where they had love secured!
"The People of the Book," men called the Jews—
Our priests are truly "People of the Word;"
And he who serves the Master must not choose—
He renders feudal service to the Lord.
But we who love and lose will, like the king,
Still keep the alcove empty in the hall,
And hope, firm-hearted, that some day will bring
Our absent one to fill his pedestal.
Soldier, why do you shrink from the hiss of the hungry lead?
The bullet that whizzed is past: the approaching ball is dumb.
Stand straight! you cannot shrink from Fate: let it come!
A comrade in front may hear it whiz—when you are dead.
# The Park (Emerson)

The prosperous and beautiful
* The Park in Poems (1847)
* The Park in Poems (Household Edition, 1904)
# The Paris Commune/The Civil War in France

THE CIVIL WAR IN FRANCE
MANIFESTO OF THE GENERAL COUNCIL OF THE INTERNATIONAL WORKINGMEN'S ASSOCIATION ON THE PARIS COMMUNE
Issued on May 30, 1871, and Addressed to the Members of the Association in Europe and the United States
# The Paris Commune/Publisher's Note

PUBLISHERS' NOTE
The two manifestoes on the Franco-Prussian War and the essay on the Civil War in France, which form the bulk of this volume, were originally issued in 1870 and 1871 by the General Council of the International Workingmen's Association, as will be seen by the dates affixed to the documents. The Twentieth Century Press, of London, England, reprinted them a few years ago in a pamphlet entitled The Commune of Paris, the pamphlet including an abridgment of Frederick Engels' introduction to the standard German edition of The Civil War in France, which was published in Berlin in 1891.
In an edition recently issued by a New York publisher, the two manifestoes on the Franco-Prussian War are omitted, and the English abridgment of Engels' introduction is still further abridged to make it conform to the absence of the omitted documents.
Deeming it but just to both Marx and Engels that their work should be given to the public in an unabridged form, we present in this volume the first complete edition of the essays by Marx and the introduction by Engels published in the English language.
The only liberty we have taken with the text is the addition of chapter titles to The Civil War in France.
In the Appendix will be found (1) a translation of the anti-plebiscite manifesto, referred to on pages 23 and 24; (2) further details regarding "Bloody Week," ​consisting of a compilation of testimony from capitalist sources, with brief comments on the same by Lucien Sanial; (3) the reply of the Secretary of the General Council of the International to Jules Favre's circular letter of June 6, 1871; (4) the personnel of the General Council of the International when the manifestoes on the Franco-Prussian War and the Civil War in France were issued. These documents throw additional light on the events of 1870 and the tragedy of 1871.
New York Labor News Company.
# The Strand Magazine/Volume 2/Issue 10

October, 1891. (transcription project)
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​ W. S. GILBERT AND HIS GRANDFATHER.
* Illustrated Interviews. No. IV. Mr. W. S. Gilbert., by Harry How. Illustrations by John Gülich, R. Jones & Mabel Dorothy Hardy.
* The P.L.M. Express. From the French of Jacques Normand. Illustrations by John Leighton.
* The Charge of the Light Brigade, by Private James Lamb, late 13th Hussars (One of the Six Hundred). Illustrations by W. B. Wollen
* Told in the Studios Three Stories of Artist Life, by "Rita". Illustrations by Paul Hardy.
* Notes on Jonathan's Daughters, by Max O'Rell. Illustrations by Jean de Paléologue.
* Portraits of Celebrities at Different Times of their Lives.
* The Ex-Empress Eugenie.
* W. S. Gilbert.
* Dr. Samuel Smiles.
* Justin McCarthy, M. P.
* Charles Warner.
* Sir Morell Mackenzie.
* Three in Charge, by W. Clark Russell. Illustrations by W. Christian Symons.
* Tennyson's Early Years. Illustrations by R. Jones.
* Laying a Ghost, by George Manville Fenn. Illustrations by G. Hillyard Swinstead.
* Figure-heads, written and illustrated by J. E. Rogers
* Adventures of Sherlock Holmes. Adventure IV. The Boscombe Valley Mystery, by A. Conan Doyle. Illustrations by Sidney Paget.
* Smugglers' Devices. Illustrations by J. L. Wimbush.
* Kojata, a Story for Children, from the Russian. Illustrations by H. R. Millar.
* The Queer Side of Things.
** A Visit to Sir Ogre de Covetous, by J. F. Sullivan
** Portrait Signatures.
** Varieties of Alpine-Climbing, by Frank Feller.
** Miscellaneous.
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# The Strand Magazine/Volume 2

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EDITED BY
GEO. NEWNES
Vol. II.
JULY TO DECEMBER
London:
BURLEIGH STREET, STRAND
1891
* No. 7. - July 1891.
* No. 8. - August 1891.
* No. 9. - September 1891.
* No. 10. - October 1891.
* No. 11. - November 1891.
* No. 12. - December 1891.
* Index to Volume II.