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# Onward Sweep of the Machine Process/IWW preamble

THE I. W. W. PREAMBLE.
The working class and the employing class have nothing in common. There can be no peace so long as hunger and want are found among millions of working people, and the few who make up the employing class have all the good things of life.
Between these two classes a struggle must go on until the workers of the world organize as a class, take possession of the earth and the machinery of production, and abolish the wage system.
We find that the centering of the management of industries into fewer and fewer hands makes the trade unions unable to cope with the ever-growing power of the employing class. The trade unions foster a state of affairs which allows one set of workers to be pitted against another set of workers in the same industry, thereby helping to defeat one another in wage wars. Moreover, the trade unions aid the employing class to mislead the workers into the belief that the working class have interests in common with their employers.
These conditions can be changed and the interests of the working class upheld only by an organization formed in such a way that all its members in any one industry, or in all industries if necessary, cease work whenever a strike or lockout is on in any department thereof, thus making an injury to one an injury to all.
Instead of the conservative motto: "A fair day's wages for a fair day's work," we must inscribe on our banner the revolutionary watchword: "Abolition of the wage system."
It is the historic mission of the working class to do away with Capitalism. The army of production must be organized, not only for the every-day struggle with capitalism, but also to carry on production when capitalism shall have been overthrown. By organizing industrially we are forming the structure of the new society within the shell of the old.
# Petr Vok Rozmberk

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Historical play whose main character is Peter Vok of Rosenberg (1539–1611). Czech original Petr Vok Rožmberk was first performed on 22 November 1880 and printed in 1881.
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# Petition of the residents of Auburn, New York

From the National Archives and Records Administration; Record Group 233: Records of the U.S. House of Representatives, 1789 - 2015; Series: Accompanying Papers, 1865 - 1903; File Unit: Accompanying Papers of the 55th Congress, 3/15/1897 - 3/3/1899; ARC #306577
​To the Honorable Sereno E. Payne, House of Representatives 28th district State of Newyork.
Sir: We the undersigned residents of the city of Auburn N.Y. Earnestly request you to call up the claim of Harriet Tubman (now Harriet Davis) the well known colored woman, a resident of, or near this city. The claim for her personal valuable services to the government during the late war of rebellion as scout nurse and spy was presented to congress several years ago by the Hon G. S. MacDougall and a bill was passed allowing her $1800. but no further action was taken and the bill failed to become a law.
Will you please bring up the matter again and press it to a final and sucessful termination. And your petitioners will Ever pray.
| Names | Residence |
| Mrs. D.M. Osborne | Auburn |
| T.M. Osborne | " |
| Mrs. Wm. L. Garrison | Boston, Mass. |
| Arria S. Huntington | Syracuse N.Y. |
| Ednah D Cheney | Boston Mass. |
| Louisa Wilkinson Wilson | New York N.Y. |
| Dora G.S. Hazard | Syracuse NY |
| F.D. Huntington | Syracuse " |
| Joseph M. Clarke | Syracuse " |
| H.D.S. Huntington | Syracuse " |
| M.O. King | " |
| Mrs. C.B. Sedgwick | Syracuse " |
| Ernest I. White | " " |
| Katherine Sage White | " " |
| Adelaide W. White | |
| CH Halcomb | " " |
| Annah Sumner Teall Halcomb | " " |
| H.R. Bender | Auburn, N.Y. |
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# Petrarch

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* "Petrarch", a poem by William Dudley Foulke
* "Petrarch", a poem by Giosuè Carducci

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# Poems (1898)/Through the Rushes

THROUGH THE RUSHES
Through the rushes by the river Runs a drowsy tremor sweet, And the waters stir and shiver In the darkness at their feet; From the sombre east up-stealing, Gradual, with slow revealing, Comes the dawn, and with a sigh, Night goes by.
Here and there, to mildest wooing, Folded buds are open blown; And the drops their leaves bedewing, Like to seed-pearls thickly sown, Sinking, with the blessing olden, Deep into each calyx golden, A supreme behest obey, Then melt away.
And while robes of splendor trailing, Fitly deck the glowing morn, And a fragrance, fresh exhaling, Greets her loveliness new-born, ​Midst divine melodic voicings, Midst delicious mute rejoicings, Strong as when the worlds began, Awakens Pan!
# Poems (1898)/Though Thou Hast Climbed

THOUGH THOU HAST CLIMBED
Though thou hast climbed, by patient effort slow, O'er barriers that thy course denied, And from proud summits gazest down below— Self satisfied;
Though thou hast felt the clouds beneath thy feet, And to past triumphs fond returning, Wakest no more, sublimer heights to greet With upward yearning,—
Better for thee hadst thou been taught to bow, Through lengthening years of blest probation, Looking to something loftier than thou, In adoration:
Better for thee had thine unconquered will, So scornful of restraining bars— Been held earth's captive thrall, thy strivings still Unto the Stars!
# Poems (1898)/To the Tsar (1890)

This poem was not included in Mrs. Coates' collected Poems (1916, in 2 vols.).
TO THE TSAR (1890)
O Thou into whose human hand is given A godlike might! who, for thy earthly hour, Above reproof, self-counseled and self-shriven, Wieldest o'er regions vast despotic power! Mortal, who by a breath, A look, a hasty word, as soon forgot, Commandest energies of life and death!— Midst terrors dread, that darkly multiply, Wilt thou thy vision blind, and listen not Whilst unto Heaven ascends thy people's cry?
In vain, in vain! The injuries they speak Down unto final depths their souls have stirr'd: The aged plead through them, the childish-weak, The mad, the dying,—and they shall be heard! Thou wilt not hear them; but, Though Heaven were hedged about with walls of stone, And though with brazen gates forever shut, And sentried 'gainst petitions of despair, 'T were closely guarded as thy fearful throne, That cry of helpless wrong should enter there!
​O Majesty! 'T is great to be a king, But greater is it yet to be a man! The exile by far Lena perishing, The captive in Kara who bears thy ban, Ransomed at length and free, Shall rise from torments that make heroes strong; Shall rise, as equal souls, to question thee; And for defense there nothing shall endure Of all which to thy lofty state belong, Save that thou hast of human, brave, and pure!
Cæsar, thou still art man, and serv'st a King Who wields a power more terrible than thine! Slow, slow to anger, and long-suffering, He hears his children cry, and makes no sign: He hears them cry, but, oh! Imagine not his tardy judgments sleep, Or that their agonies He doth not know Who, hidden, waste where tyrants may not see! Eternal watch He over them doth keep,— Eternal watch,—and Russia shall be free!
# Poems (1898)/The Liberty-Bell

This poem was not included in Mrs. Coates' collected Poems (1916, in 2 vols.).
THE LIBERTY-BELL
(SENT FROM PHILADELPHIA TO ATLANTA, OCTOBER 4, 1895)
With pomp attendant, and in garlands drest, I journey from my sacred home once more; Not this time to the new, triumphant West, But to a land more dear to me of yore: A land in memory sweet as the perfume Of twining jasmine and magnolia bloom.
Though old and broken, for that memory's sake— The memory of honored things gone by, I will forget my length of years, and make This pilgrimage unto her Southern sky, So Georgia's children, too, my face may know, And wreathe me proudly with their mistletoe.
Their fathers knew me, and in that great hour When in the Hall of Freedom, since my home, They signed the Charter, born of love and power, That made them one, I, from the lofty dome ​Above them, loudly rang the brave command, Proclaiming Liberty throughout the land!
Men pass away, but I do not forget; And though, alas, I have been silent long, The echoes of my ringing vibrate yet, From pole to pole, in every freeman's song; And she who shared my May, in my December Shall gaze upon my face, and will remember!
Georgia, to thee I come as to my own, Undying laurels for thy heroes bringing, Who sacrificed themselves to right alone, Who signed for Liberty, and set me ringing. The word they witnessed then, I bear to all,— We stand, united; we, divided, fall!
O Georgia! land of Gwynnett, Walton, Hall! Whose star was one of the sublime Thirteen,— A pledge of hope and happiness to all, A sign of victory, wherever seen,— That vow the Fathers made, their sons fulfill, The stars they joined shine on, united still!
# Poems (1898)/The Little Lass

THE LITTLE LASS
(AN OLD-TIME DITTY)
As Douglas to his castle came, Emotion nerved his shatter'd frame, And soft he pondered,—"Presently My little lass will welcome me!
"As longs the miser for his gold, As fever longs, with thirst untold, So yearns my heart her face to see, Who yonder waits to welcome me!"
But as he turned his steed about, A mournful peal of bells rung out; Whereat he cried,—"Nay, merrily! Ring forth my bairn to welcome me!"
He entered at the castle gate; (None marked him come, for it grew late,) He stood within his hall at last; (None heeded him, for tears fell fast.)
​Quoth Douglas: "Friends, if me ye mourn, With drooping heads and looks forlorn, Now for your sorrows comfort ye,— And call my lass to welcome me!
"'T is true that I from out these wars Bring back a wound and many scars; But life is mine, and I am free, And my brave lass hath ransom'd me!"
Up spoke an ancient servitor: "We mourn indeed the wrongs of war, We bless thy loved return,—but she Shall rise no more to welcome thee!"
Sudden as falls the giant oak Sore smitten by the lightning stroke, So swoonèd Douglas to the ground, And freshly bled his opened wound.
They strove to stay life's ebbing tide, They chafed his hands, they swathed his side, But Donald wailed,—"Ah, woe is me!— Thy little lass hath welcomed thee!"
# Poems (1898)/Too Late

TOO LATE
The words of love I never said to thee I whisper now, The tenderness I might have given thee I offer now, As at thy feet, who hopeless knelt to me, I, hopeless, bow.
The wintry bush in yonder hedgerow growing, A rose adorns, And near and far are snowy clusters blowing, Where late were thorns; But still my heart, nor bud nor blossom knowing, Unpitied mourns.
I see the bird that to his mate is winging— His mate so dear The very heart within his breast is singing As he draws near, And I, O love, too late my love am bringing— Thou dost not hear!
# Poems (1898)/There's a Spot in the Mountains

THERE'S A SPOT IN THE MOUNTAINS
There's a spot in the mountains, where the dew, dear, Is laden with the odors of the pine, Where the heavens seem unbounded, and their blue, dear, Is deepest where it mirrored seems to shine.
There, at morn and eve, with rapture old and new, dear, The thrushes sing their double song divine, And the melody their voices breathe, of you, dear, Speaks ever to this happy heart of mine.
There's a cabin in the mountains, where the fare, dear, Is frugal as the cheer of Arden blest; But contentment sweet and fellowship are there, dear, And Love, that makes the feast he honors—best!
​There's a lake upon the mountains, where our boat, dear, Moves gayly up the stream or down the tide, Where, amidst the scented lily-buds afloat, dear, We dream the dream of Eden as we glide!

## Notes

* ↑ This poem describes Mr. and Mrs. Coates' summer home in the Adirondacks, "Camp Elsinore," located on the Upper St. Regis Lake.
* ↑ This poem describes Mr. and Mrs. Coates' summer home in the Adirondacks, "Camp Elsinore," located on the Upper St. Regis Lake.
# Poems (1898)/To France

This poem was not included in Mrs. Coates' collected Poems (1916, in 2 vols.).
TO FRANCE
(1894)
Mother of Freedom! Mother and fond nurse! Who, from thy mighty loins, with awful throes And cries of anguish bore her! what new woes Encompass thee? What long-forgotten curse Revives to chill thy soul and dull its seeing? Veiled are thy falcon-glances, as in death: Thou bleedest, France! and, sobbing, drawest breath, Sore smitten by the thing thou gavest being!
Is this thine offspring—once so nobly fair That at her look were riven human chains, And all men blessed thee for thy travail pains? Behold! with serpents writhing in her hair She stands, Medusa-like, the world appalling! Her bloodless cheeks bespeak the vampire's lust; Her victims fall before her in the dust; Yet, unappeased, she still would see them falling.
Is this blest Liberty, this treacherous thing That hides its venom 'neath a mask of flowers, That smites its own defenders, and devours ​The hands that feed it? This whose rancorous sting Is uncontrolled by reason? Red and gory, The standard it uplifts on land and sea Reveals it truly, hell-born Anarchy! Which borrows for its shame a name of glory.
Freedom disdains the cruel and the base, Their praise she deems inexpiable wrong, And in the homage of their savage song She hears the voice of insult and disgrace. Scorning the ransomed slaves who rule no better Than the oppressors they in wrath hurl down, Who make the Phrygian cap a despot's crown, And others with their broken shackles fetter—
She leaves them to the evils they invoke; And listening to the voices of the wild,— As listens for the mother's voice her child,— Courting the tempest and the lightning-stroke, She opens to the void her pinions regal: The clouds, the skies, she knows to be her own, And rising to the mountain-summits lone, She rests where rock the eyries of the eagle!
# Poems (1898)/To-morrow

TO-MORROW
The robin chants when the thrush is dumb, Snow smooths a bed for the clover, Life flames anew, and days to come Are sweet as the days that are over.
The tide that ebbs by the moon flows back, Faith builds on the ruins of sorrow, The halcyon flutters in winter's track, And night makes way for the morrow.
And ever a strain, of joys the sum, Sings on in the heart of the lover— In death sings on—that days to come Are sweet as the days that are over!
# Poems (1898)/To the Victor

TO THE VICTOR
You have outstripped me in the race, Your brow shall wear the laurel's grace; But though on-speeding in your might You pass beyond my straining sight, My spirit shall with yours keep pace!
For I have dreamed your dream divine, For I have worshiped at the shrine Whose oracles your faith have moved, For I have loved what you have loved— Your victory is also mine!
Shall the grave gods pronounce their choice And I not lift in praise my voice? Or shall another win the goal Whose vision hath illumed my soul, And I, though distant, not rejoice?
Ah, no! Your greater gifts prevail; But though to reach your side I fail, Through you triumphant in defeat, Even in death I will repeat,— Hail to the victor! Hail! . . .
# On the Sale by Auction of Keats' Love Letters

* "Sonnet: On the Sale by Auction of Keats' Love Letters" in The Writings of Oscar Wilde (1907)
* "On the Sale by Auction of Keats' Love Letters" in The Poems of Oscar Wilde (1909)
# On the Rotation of Mercury

Quoted in Sky and Telescope, March 2011, p. 33
Mercury on its axis turns like the Moon: One side has lasting day, the other night; One side in everlasting fire doth swoon; While th'other hides forever from the light.
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# Osborn v. United States

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# Osborn v. United States (385 U.S. 323)

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## Dissenting Opinion

    Douglas
United States Supreme Court
385 U.S. 323
Osborn v. United States (385 U.S. 323)
Mr. Justice STEWART delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Osborne's Revenge

* "Osborne's Revenge" in The Galaxy 6 (1) (July 1868): 5–31.
    — First publication in any form; only publication in James' lifetime.
* "Osborne's Revenge" in Eight Uncollected Tales of Henry James (New Brunswick: Rutgers University Press, 1950): ?–?.
    — First book edition; published posthumously; copyright status to be determined.
# Osborn v. President, Directors, and Company of the Bank of the United States/Opinion of the Court

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# Osborn v. United States (91 U.S. 474)

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91 U.S. 474
Osborn v. United States
ERROR to the Circuit Court of the United States for the District of Kansas.
1. Subject to exceptions therein prescribed, a pardon by the President restores to its recipient all rights of property lost by the offence pardoned, unless the property has by judicial process become vested in other persons.
2. A condition annexed to a pardon, that the recipient shall not by virtue of it claim any property, or the proceeds of any property, sold by the order, judgment, or decree of a court, under the confiscation laws of the United States, does not preclude him from applying to the court for the proceeds of a confiscated money-bond secured by mortgage, which were collected by the officers of the court in part by voluntary payment by the obligors, and in part by sale of the lands mortgaged. The condition is only intended to protect purchasers at judicial sale, decreed under the confiscation laws, from any claim of the original owner for the property sold or the purchase-money.
3. The proceeds of property confiscated, paid into court, are under its control until an order for their distribution is made, or they are paid into the hands of the informer entitled to them, or into the treasury of the United States.
4. Where moneys belonging to the registry of the court are withdrawn from it without authority of law, the court can, by summary proceedings, compel their restitution; and any one entitled to the moneys may apply to the court by petition for a delivery of them to him.
Submitted on printed arguments by Messrs. R. M. Corwine, Q. Corwine, J. W. English, Henry Beard, and C. H. Armes, for the plaintiff in error, and by Mr. E. S. Brown for the defendant in error.
MR. JUSTICE FIELD delivered the opinion of the court.

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# Pindar and Anacreon/Pindar/Nemean Odes

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THE NEMEAN ODES.
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| Of the Nemean Games | Of the Nemean Games | Of the Nemean Games | 172 |
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| — | V. | | 191 |
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| — | XI. | | 223 |
OF THE NEMEAN GAMES.
These games were probably so called from Nemea, a town of Argolis, with a wood in which Hercules when a youth is fabled to have killed a lion which infested that region; and in commemoration of this exploit the games were instituted, about the same time with the Olympic. They were among the most celebrated in Greece, and are said to have been originally held by the Argives, in memory of Opheltes, or Archemorus, son of Lycurgus, and king of Nemea, whose death was occasioned by the bite of a serpent, and to have been renewed by Hercules.
According to Pausanias, (in Phocaicis,) Adrastus was the author, and his descendants, the Epigoni, were the restorers of these games, which were held every third year, on the twelfth day of the month called by the Macedonians Πανεμος, by the Athenians Βοηδρομιων, answering to our August. The Argives, Corinthians, and Cleonæans were alternate presidents of these games, in which were exhibited chariot, horse, and foot races, boxing, wrestling, and all the usual exercises, whether gymnastic or equestrian. The reward at first bestowed on the conqueror was a crown of olive, afterward changed for one of parsley, which being a funereal plant, served to commemorate the death of Archemorus, in whose honour an oration was usually pronounced, and the distributors of prizes at these games were clad in mourning garments. A magnificent account of their celebration is contained in the opening of the sixth book of the Thebais of Statius.