OpenLLM-France/wikimedia huggingface dataset:
# My Brilliant Career/preface

A few months before I left Australia I got a letter from the bush signed "Miles Franklin", saying that the writer had written a novel, but knew nothing of editors and publishers, and asking me to read and advise. Something about the letter, which was written in a strong original hand, attracted me, so I sent for the MS., and one dull afternoon I started to read it. I hadn't read three pages when I saw what you will no doubt see at once--that the story had been written by a girl. And as I went on I saw that the work was Australian--born of the bush. I don't know about the girlishly emotional parts of the book--I leave that to girl readers to judge; but the descriptions of bush life and scenery came startlingly, painfully real to me, and I know that, as far as they are concerned, the book is true to Australia--the truest I ever read. I wrote to Miles Franklin, and she confessed that she was a girl. I saw her before leaving Sydney. She is just a little bush girl, barely XX-one yet, and has scarcely ever been out of the bush in her life. She has lived her book, and I feel proud of it for the sake of the country I came from, where people toil and bake and suffer and are kind; where every second sun-burnt bushman is a sympathetic humorist, with the sadness of the bush deep in his eyes and a brave grin for the worst of times, and where every third bushman is a poet, with a big heart that keeps his pockets empty.
HENRY LAWSON
England, April 1901
# My Brilliant Career/intro
## INTRODUCTION

Possum Gully, near Goulburn, N.S. Wales, Australia, 1st March, 1899
    MY DEAR FELLOW AUSTRALIANS,
Just a few lines to tell you that this story is all about myself--for no other purpose do I write it.
I make no apologies for being egotistical. In this particular I attempt an improvement on other autobiographies. Other autobiographies weary one with excuses for their egotism. What matters it to you if I am egotistical? What matters it to you though it should matter that I am egotistical?
This is not a romance--I have too often faced the music of life to the tune of hardship to waste time in snivelling and gushing over fancies and dreams; neither is it a novel, but simply a yarn--a _real_ yarn. Oh! as real, as really real--provided life itself is anything beyond a heartless little chimera--it is as real in its weariness and bitter heartache as the tall gum-trees, among which I first saw the light, are real in their stateliness and substantiality.
My sphere in life is not congenial to me. Oh, how I hate this living death which has swallowed all my teens, which is greedily devouring my youth, which will sap my prime, and in which my old age, if I am cursed with any, will be worn away! As my life creeps on for ever through the long toil-laden days with its agonizing monotony, narrowness, and absolute uncongeniality, how my spirit frets and champs its unbreakable fetters--all in vain!

## SPECIAL NOTICE

You can dive into this story head first as it were. Do not fear encountering such trash as descriptions of beautiful sunsets and whisperings of wind. We (999 out of every 1000) can see nought in sunsets save as signs and tokens whether we may expect rain on the morrow or the contrary, so we will leave such vain and foolish imagining to those poets and painters--poor fools! Let us rejoice that we are not of their temperament!
Better be born a slave than a poet, better be born a black, better be born a cripple! For a poet must be companionless--alone! _fearfully_ alone in the midst of his fellows whom he loves. Alone because his soul is as far above common mortals as common mortals are above monkeys.
There is no plot in this story, because there has been none in my life or in any other life which has come under my notice. I am one of a class, the individuals of which have not time for plots in their life, but have all they can do to get their work done without indulging in such a luxury.
# My Brodder Gum

   1. White folks, I'll sing for you,  Nuffin else to do, Spend my time a pickin' on de banjo! Hey!  Brudder Gum. Chorus: My Brudder Gum,  My Brudder Gum so fair, All da yaller galls runin' round,  Try to get a lock ob his hair.
   2. Hard work all de day,  Hab no time to play, Berry fine time a diggin' in the cornfield, Hay!  Brudder Gum. Chorus:
   3. Tudder afternoon,  I thought I saw de moon, Saw my true lub comin' through de cane-brake, Hay!  Brudder Gum. Chorus:
   4. Went one berry fine day,  To ride in a one-horse sleigh, Hollow'd to de old hoss, comin' through de toll-gate, Hay!  Brudder Gum. Chorus:
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
Public domainPublic domainfalsefalse
# My Buddy

[Verse]
    Life is a book that we study
    Some of its leaves bring a sigh
    There it was written my Buddy
    That we must part you and I
[Refrain]
    Nights are long since you went away
    I think about you all thru the day
    My Buddy, my Buddy
    No Buddy quite so true
    Miss your voice the touch of your hand
    Just long to know that you understand
    My Buddy, my Buddy
    Your Buddy misses you
[Verse]
    Buddies thru all of the gay days
    Buddies when something went wrong
    I wait alone thru the gray days
    Missing your smile and your song
This work is in the public domain in the United States because it was published before January 1, 1929.
This work may be in the public domain in countries and areas with longer native copyright terms that apply the rule of the shorter term to foreign works.
Public domainPublic domainfalsefalse
# More Translations from the Chinese/The Pine-Trees in the Courtyard

​[43] THE PINE-TREES IN THE COURTYARD
[A.D. 820]
Below the hall The pine-trees grow in front of the steps, Irregularly scattered,—not in ordered lines. Some are tall and some are low: The tallest of them is six roods high; The lowest but ten feet. They are like wild things And no one knows who planted them. They touch the walls of my blue-tiled house; Their roots are sunk in the terrace of white sand. Morning and evening they are visited by the wind and moon; Rain or fine,—they are free from dust and mud. In the gales of autumn they whisper a vague tune; From the suns of summer they yield a cool shade. At the height of spring the fine evening rain Fills their leaves with a load of hanging pearls. At the year's end the time of great snow Stamps their branches with a fret of glittering jade. Of the Four Seasons each has its own mood; Among all the trees none is like another. Last year, when they heard I had bought this house, Neighbours mocked and the World called me mad— That a whole family of twice ten souls Should move house for the sake of a few pines! Now that I have come to them, what have they given me? They have only loosened the buckles of my care. Yet even so, they are "profitable friends,"
And fill my need of "converse with wise men." Yet when I consider how, still a man of the world, In belt and cap I scurry through dirt and dust, From time to time my heart twinges with shame That I am not fit to be master of my pines!
# More Translations from the Chinese/The Poem on the Wall

​[20] THE POEM ON THE WALL
[A.D. 810]
[Yüan Chēn wrote that on his way to exile he had discovered a poem inscribed by Po Chü-i, on the wall of the Lo-k'ou Inn.]
My clumsy poem on the inn-wall none cared to see. With bird-droppings and moss's growth the letters were blotched away. There came a guest with heart so full, that though a page to the Throne, He did not grudge with his broidered coat to wipe off the dust, and read.
# More Translations from the Chinese/Starting Early from the Ch'u-Ch'ēng Inn

​[29] STARTING EARLY FROM THE CH'U-CH'ĒNG INN
[A.D. 815]
Washed by the rain, dust and grime are laid; Skirting the river, the road's course is flat. The moon has risen on the last remnants of night; The travellers' speed profits by the early cold. In the great silence I whisper a faint song; In the black darkness are bred sombre thoughts. On the lotus-banks hovers a dewy breeze; Through the rice-furrows trickles a singing stream. At the noise of our bells a sleeping dog stirs; At the sight of our torches a roosting bird wakes. Dawn glimmers through the shapes of misty trees ... For ten miles, till day at last breaks.
# More Translations from the Chinese/The Beginning of Summer

​[31] THE BEGINNING OF SUMMER
[A.D. 815]
At the rise of summer a hundred beasts and trees Join in gladness that the Season bids them thrive. Stags and does frolic in the deep woods; Snakes and insects are pleased by the rank grass. Wingèd birds love the thick leaves; Scaly fish enjoy the fresh weeds. But to one place Summer forgot to come; I alone am left like a withered straw . . . Banished to the world's end; Flesh and bone all in distant ways. From my native-place no tidings come; Rebel troops flood the land with war. Sullen grief, in the end, what will it bring? I am only wearing my own heart away. Better far to let both body and mind Blindly yield to the fate that Heaven made. Hsün-yang abounds in good wine; I will fill my cup and never let it be dry. On Pēn River fish are cheap as mud; Early and late I will eat them, boiled and fried. With morning rice at the temple under the hill, And evening wine at the island in the lake ... Why should my thoughts turn to my native land? For in this place one could well end one's age.
# More Translations from the Chinese/The Grand Houses at Lo-Yang

​[50] THE GRAND HOUSES AT LO-YANG
[Circa A.D. 829]
By woods and water, whose houses are these With high gates and wide-stretching lands? From their blue gables gilded fishes hang; By their red pillars carven coursers run. Their spring arbours, warm with caged mist; Their autumn yards with locked moonlight cold. To the stem of the pine-tree amber beads cling; The bamboo-branches ooze ruby-drops. Of lake and terrace who may the masters be? Staff-officers, Councillors-of-State. All their lives they have never come to see, But know their houses only from the bailiff's map!
# More Translations from the Chinese/The Chrysanthemums in the Eastern Garden

​[26] THE CHRYSANTHEMUMS IN THE EASTERN GARDEN
[A.D. 812]
The days of my youth left me long ago; And now in their turn dwindle my years of prime. With what thoughts of sadness and loneliness I walk again in this cold, deserted place! In the midst of the garden long I stand alone; The sunshine, faint; the wind and dew chill. The autumn lettuce is tangled and turned to seed; The fair trees are blighted and withered away. All that is left are a few chrysanthemum-flowers That have newly opened beneath the wattled fence. I had brought wine and meant to fill my cup, When the sight of these made me stay my hand. I remember, when I was young, How easily my mood changed from sad to gay. If I saw wine, no matter at what season, Before I drank it, my heart was already glad. But now that age comes, A moment of joy is harder and harder to get. And always I fear that when I am quite old The strongest liquor will leave me comfortless. Therefore I ask you, late chrysanthemum-flower At this sad season why do you bloom alone? Though well I know that it was not for my sake, Taught by you, for a while I will open my face.
# More Translations from the Chinese/The Cranes

​[51] THE CRANES
[A.D. 830]
The western wind has blown but a few days; Yet the first leaf already flies from the bough. On the drying paths I walk in my thin shoes; In the first cold I have donned my quilted coat. Through shallow ditches the floods are clearing away; Through sparse bamboos trickles a slanting light. In the early dusk, down an alley of green moss, The garden-boy is leading the cranes home.
# More Translations from the Chinese/The Fifteenth Volume

​[36] THE FIFTEENTH VOLUME
[Having completed the fifteenth volume of his works, the poet sends it to his friends Yüan Chēn and Li Chien, with a jesting poem.]
[Written in 818]
My long poem, the "Eternal Grief," is a beautiful and moving work; My ten "Songs of Shensi" are models of tunefulness. I cannot prevent Old Yüan from stealing my best rhymes; But I earnestly beg Little Li to respect my ballads and songs. While I am alive riches and honour will never fall to my lot; But well I know that after I am dead the fame of my books will live. This random talk and foolish boasting forgive me, for to-day I have added Volume Fifteen to the row that stands to my name.
# More Translations from the Chinese/The Pitcher

​[64] THE PITCHER
[A.D. 779-831]
I dreamt I climbed to a high, high plain; And on the plain I found a deep well. My throat was dry with climbing and I longed to drink; And my eyes were eager to look into the cool shaft. I walked round it; I looked right down; I saw my image mirrored on the face of the pool. An earthen pitcher was sinking into the black depths; There was no rope to pull it to the well-head. I was strangely troubled lest the pitcher should be lost, And started wildly running to look for help. From village to village I scoured that high plain; The men were gone: the dogs leapt at my throat. I came back and walked weeping round the well; Faster and faster the blinding tears flowed— Till my own sobbing suddenly woke me up; My room was silent; no one in the house stirred; The flame of my candle flickered with a green smoke; The tears I had shed glittered in the candle-light. A bell sounded; I knew it was the midnight-chime; I sat up in bed and tried to arrange my thoughts: The plain in my dream was the graveyard at Ch'ang-an, Those hundred acres of untilled land. The soil heavy and the mounds heaped high; And the dead below them laid in deep troughs. Deep are the troughs, yet sometimes dead men Find their way to the world above the grave. And to-night my love who died long ago Came into my dream as the pitcher sunk in the well. That was why the tears suddenly streamed from my eyes, Streamed from my eyes and fell on the collar of my dress.
# Mr. Midshipman Easy

* related portals: Adventure.
* sister projects: Wikipedia article, Wikidata item.
A semi-autobiographical novel by Frederick Marryat, a retired captain in the Royal Navy. The novel is set during the Napoleonic Wars, in which Marryat himself served with distinction. The novel was twice adapted into films

## Contents

* Chapter 1
* Chapter 2
* Chapter 3
* Chapter 4
* Chapter 5
* Chapter 6
* Chapter 7
* Chapter 8
* Chapter 9
* Chapter 10
* Chapter 11
* Chapter 12
* Chapter 13
* Chapter 14
* Chapter 15
* Chapter 16
* Chapter 17
* Chapter 18
* Chapter 19
* Chapter 20
* Chapter 21
* Chapter 22
* Chapter 23
* Chapter 24
* Chapter 25
* Chapter 26
* Chapter 27
* Chapter 28
* Chapter 29
* Chapter 30
* Chapter 31
* Chapter 32
* Chapter 33
* Chapter 34
* Chapter 35
* Chapter 36
* Chapter 37
* Chapter 38
* Chapter 39
* Chapter 40
* Chapter 41
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
Public domainPublic domainfalsefalse
# Nampa Meridian Irrigation Dist v. Bond

* related portals: Supreme Court of the United States.
* sister projects: Wikidata item.
United States Supreme Court
268 U.S. 50
Nampa Meridian Irrigation Dist v. Bond
Argued: March 6, 1925. --- Decided: April 13, 1925
Messrs. H. E. McElroy, of Boise, Idaho, Will R. King, of Portland, Or., and Fremont Wood, of Boise, Idaho, for appellant.
Mr. W. W. Dyar, of Washington, D. C., for appellee Bond.
Mr. J. B. Eldridge, of Boise, Idaho, for appellee Payette-Boise Water Users' Ass'n, Limited.
Mr. Justice SUTHERLAND delivered the opinion of the Court.

## Notes

This work is in the public domain in the United States because it is a work of the United States federal government (see 17 U.S.C. 105).
Public domainPublic domainfalsefalse
# Namet v. United States

* related portals: Supreme Court of the United States.
* sister projects: Wikipedia article, Wikidata item.

## Dissenting Opinion

    Black
United States Supreme Court
373 U.S. 179
Namet v. United States
Argued: March 18, 1963. --- Decided: May 13, 1963
John H. Fitzgerald, Chelsea, Mass., for petitioner.
Stephen J. Pollak, Washington, D.C., for respondent.
Mr. Justice STEWART delivered the opinion of the Court.

## Notes

This work is in the public domain in the United States because it is a work of the United States federal government (see 17 U.S.C. 105).
Public domainPublic domainfalsefalse
# Namibia, Land of the Brave

As printed in the National Symbols of the Republic of Namibia Act, 2018. Per section 3.3 "The melody, music and lyrics of the National Anthem are declared to be in the public domain.". Originally adopted in 1991 by the National Anthem of the Republic of Namibia Act, with copyright transfer to the government.
SCHEDULE 2
THE NATIONAL ANTHEM OF THE REPUBLIC OF NAMIBIA
PART A Namibia, Land of the Brave: Lyrics By Axali Doëseb
Namibia land of the brave Freedom fight we have won Glory to their bravery Whose blood waters our freedom.
We give our love and loyalty Together in unity Contrasting beautiful Namibia Namibia our country
Beloved land of savannahs Hold high the banner of liberty
Chorus: Namibia our country Namibia motherland We love thee
PART B Namibia, Land of the Brave: Melody, Music and Lyrics By Axali Doëseb
This work is in the public domain worldwide because it has been so released by the author.
Public domainPublic domainfalsefalse
This work is in the public domain because it was created and first published in Namibia and is is a work of a legislative, administrative or legal nature, or an official translation thereof.
According to the Copyright and Neighbouring Rights Protection Act, 1994, Section 15 part (8), "No copyright shall subsist in the official text of any work of a legislative, administrative or legal nature, or an official translation thereof."
This work is also in the public domain in the U.S. because it is an edict of a government, local or foreign. See § 313.6(C)(2) of the Compendium II: Copyright Office Practices. Such documents include "legislative enactments, judicial decisions, administrative rulings, public ordinances, or similar types of official legal materials" as well as "any translation prepared by a government employee acting within the course of his or her official duties."
Public domainPublic domainfalsefalse
# Namet v. United States/Dissent Black

* Court Documents
* Case Syllabus
* Opinion of the Court
* Dissenting Opinion Black
United States Supreme Court
373 U.S. 179
Namet v. United States
Argued: March 18, 1963. --- Decided: May 13, 1963
Mr. Justice BLACK, with whom Mr. Justice DOUGLAS concurs, dissenting.
I believe it was error for the trial court to permit the prosecuting attorney in the presence of the jury to ask questions which he well knew the witnesses would refuse to answer on the ground of self-incrimination. And I cannot conclude that this error was not prejudicial to the defendant. Certainly the prosecutor must have thought the refusals to answer would help the State's case; otherwise, he would not have asked the questions that he knew would not be answered. One need only glance at the questions set out in note 3 of the majority opinion to see that, as people ordinarily reason, the jury would have inferred that the witnesses refused to answer so that they would not have to admit that they had been engaged in violating the gambling laws with the defendant. Indeed, a part of the court's charge, to which no exception was taken, left the jury free to infer this defendant's guilt from the refusal of the Kahns to answer the questions. To my way of thinking, this is an unfair way of getting convictions and should not be condoned by the Court's treating these questions as minor lapses or by its speculation as to how good or bad the motives of the prosecutor were. Nor can I agree that the defendant either disregarded or acquiesced in the trial court's erroneously permitting the jury to be influenced by the witnesses' claim of privilege. Even before the witnesses were put on the stand by the prosecutor, defendant's counsel warned the court and the prosecutor that the privilege would be claimed, and later, when examination of the witnesses had begun, the court acknowledged not only the right to claim the Fifth Amendment's privilege under the circumstances but also the court's intention to sustain the claim if made. The court nevertheless allowed the Government to proceed with its examination, during which the jury heard the witnesses claim, and the court sustain, their privilege in refusing to answer several questions put to them. True counsel for defendant later tried, as any good lawyer would, to turn this bad situation to his advantage by referring to it. But this took place after the trial court had permitted the poisonous questions to be asked over the original objections. This was not acquiescence in error. I would reverse.

## Notes

This work is in the public domain in the United States because it is a work of the United States federal government (see 17 U.S.C. 105).
Public domainPublic domainfalsefalse
# Nancy's to the Greenwood Gane

"This humorous and once popular song appears in the first edition of the Orpheus Caledonius, along with the music, in 1725. It is, however, of much earlier date, as Ramsay, in his Miscellany, marks it as one, even in his day, of an unknown age. Gay, the poet, selected the air (which goes by the name of Nancy's to the greenwood gane,) for one of his songs, beginning, 'In war we'e nought but death to fear.'" — "Scornfu' Nancy" in The Book of Scottish Song (1843)
* "Nancy’s to the Greenwood Gane" in Old Maids (1821)
* "Scornfu' Nancy" in The Book of Scottish Song (1843)
# Nancy Pelosi and Harry Reid's letter to Barack Obama

12 February 2009
| “ | February 12, 2009 President Barack Obama The White House Washington, D.C. 20500 Dear Mr. President: We greatly appreciate your support for the legislation we have sent you to guarantee fair pay for women and expanded health care for children, and for your leadership as we work to finalize an economic recovery bill, which we will send you shortly. This Congress and your Administration have truly hit the ground running, but our hard work has just begun. We would like to invite you to address a Joint Session of the Congress on Tuesday, February 24 to share your vision for addressing the many critical challenges our country faces at home and abroad. Thank you for considering this invitation to speak to the Congress and the nation. We look forward to your reply. Sincerely, NANCY PELOSI Speaker of the House HARRY REID Majority Leader of the Senate | ” |
# Myer v. Car Company

* related portals: Supreme Court of the United States.
* sister projects: Wikidata item.
United States Supreme Court
102 U.S. 1
Myer v. Car Company

## Notes

This work is in the public domain in the United States because it is a work of the United States federal government (see 17 U.S.C. 105).
Public domainPublic domainfalsefalse
# Mycologia

* related portals: Periodicals, Natural History and Biology.
* sister projects: Wikipedia article, Commons category, taxonomy, Wikidata item.

## Volume 2
### Number 2

* A New Fossil Polypore