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# Smith v. Ohio/Dissent Marshall

* Court Documents
* Case Syllabus
* Per Curiam Opinion of the Court
* Dissenting Opinion Marshall
Justice MARSHALL, dissenting.
Although I agree that the limited information before us appears to indicate that the Ohio Supreme Court erred in its decision below, I continue to believe that summary dispositions deprive litigants of a fair opportunity to be heard on the merits and significantly increase the risk of an erroneous decision. See Pennsylvania v. Bruder, 488 U.S. 9, 11-12, 109 S.Ct. 205, 207, 102 L.Ed.2d 172 (1988) (MARSHALL, J., dissenting); Rhodes v. Stewart, 488 U.S. 1, 4-5, 109 S.Ct. 202, 204, 102 L.Ed.2d 1 (1988) (MARSHALL, J., dissenting); Buchanan v. Stanships, Inc., 485 U.S. 265, 269-270, 108 S.Ct. 1130, 1132, 99 L.Ed.2d 289 (1988) (MARSHALL, J., dissenting); Commissioner v. McCoy, 484 U.S. 3, 7-8, 108 S.Ct. 217, 219-20, 98 L.Ed.2d 2 (1987) (MARSHALL, J., dissenting). I therefore dissent from the Court's decision today to reverse summarily the judgment below.

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# Six favourite songs (1)

SIX
Favourite Songs.
KATHLEEN O’MORE.
THE DOCTORS.
M A C P H E R S O N ’ S F A R E W E L L.
LADDIE, OH LEAVE ME.
T H E D E A T H O F N E L S O N.
MERRY AND WISE.
GLASGOW:
PRINTED FOR THE BOOKSELLERS.
50.
* Merry and Wise
* The Death of Nelson
* The Doctors
* McPherson's Farewell
* Kathleen O'More
* Laddie, Oh Leave Me
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# Six excellent songs (1)/Sir John the Grame

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SIR JOHN THE GRAME.
’Twas in and about the Martinmas time. When the green leaves were a-falling, That Sir John Grame o’ the west country Fell in lovo with Barbara Allan. He sent his man down through the town, To the place where she was dwelling, O haste and come to my master dear. Gin ye be Barbara Allan.
O hooly rose she up and came To the place where he was lying. And drew the curtain by, and said. Young man, I think you’re dying. O it’s I’m sick, I’m very sick. And ’tis a’ for Barbara Allan, O the better for me ye’s never be. Though your heart’s blood were a spilling.
​O dinna ye mind, young man, she said, When the red wine ye were tilling, That ye made their healths go round and round. And slighted Barbara Allan? He turn’d his face unto the wall, And death was with him dealing, Adieu, adieu, my dear friends all, And be kind to Barbara Allan.
O slowly, slowly raise she up, And slowly, slowly left him, And sighing, said, she could not stay, Since death of life had reft him. She had not gane a mile but twa, When she heard the death-bell knelling, And every jow that the death-bell gied, It cry’d, wo to Barbara Allan.
O mother, mother, make my bed, O make it saft and narrow, Since my love died for me to-day, I’ll die for him to-morrow.
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# Six excellent songs (1)/The rover's bride

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THE ROVER’S BRIDE.
Oh if you love me, furl your sails, Draw up your boat on shore; Come tell me tales of midnight gales. But tempt their might no more:— Oh stay, Kate whisper’d, stay with me, Fear not, the Rover cried, Yon bark shall be a prize for thee. I’ll seize it for my bride.
The boat was in pursuit—it flew, The full sails bent the mast, Poor Kate well knew the Rover’s crew Would struggle to the last. And ceaselessly for morning’s light She pray’d upon her knees, For all the night the sounds of fight Were borne upon the breeze.
When morning came, it brought despair, The Rover’s boat was gone, Kate rent her hair, one bark was there. Triumphant, but alone. ​She sought the shore, she brav’d the storm, A corpse lay by her side, She strove to warm the Rover’s form, Then kiss’d his lips, and died.
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# Six favourite songs (1)/The Death of Nelson

THE DEATH OF NELSON.
O’er Nelson’s tomb, with silent grief oppress’d, Britannia mourn’d her hero now at rest, But those bright laurels ne’er shall fade with years, Whose leaves are water’d by a nation’s tears.
’Twas in Trafalgar’s bay, We saw the Frenchmen lay, Each heart was bounding then; We scorned the foreign yoke— Our ships were British oak, Hearts of oak our men. Our Nelson mark’d them on the wave, Three cheers our gallant seamen gave, Nor thought of home or beauty; Along the line this signal ran— England expects that every man This day will do his duty.
And now the cannons roar Along the affrighted shore— Our Nelson led the way; His ship the Vict’ry nam’d, Long be that Vict’ry fam’d, For vict’ry crown’d the day. But dearly was that conquest bought, Too well the gallant hero fought For England, home, and beauty; He cried, as ’midst the fire he ran— England expects that every man This day will do his duty.
​At last the fatal wound, Which spread dismay around, The hero’s breast received; Heaven fights on our side, The day’s our own, he cried, Now long enough I’ve lived. In honour’s cause my life was past, In honour’s cause I fall at last, For England, home, and beauty; Thus ending life as he began, England confess’d that every man That day had done his duty.
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# Six excellent songs (1)/The youthful squire

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THE YOUTHFUL SQUIRE.
My father had no child but me, And all his care continually, Was for to have me married well, But under fortune’s frown I fell.
​For to an old miser he wedded me. His age it was three-score and three, And I myself about seventeen,— I wish his face I ne’er had seen.
For when that I abroad do go, To meet a friend, to chat, or so; If any man should salute me, It more increases his jealousy.
A youthful squire did drink to me, I pledg’d with him my modesty; Thought it no harm, yet ne’ertheless. My husband did my shoulders dress.
And when that we do go to bed, To reap the joys for which we wed; He does so kick and pinch me too, That he my limbs leaves black and blue.
Next morning when that I arose, I straight in haste put on my clothes. And as he lay asleep in bed, I with a ladle broke his head.
He took a stick and at me run, I took another—so begun, And round the room did beat him well. Until upon his knees he fell
​For every blow I gave him ten,
And ask’d would he be jealous again; No, no, no, no, my loving wife, If you will now but spare my life.
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# Six favourite songs (1)/Kathleen O'More

KATHLEEN O’MORE.
My love, still I think that I see her once more, But alas, she has left me her loss to deplore, My own little Kathleen, my poor lost Kathleen, my Kathleen, O.
Her hair glossy black, her eyes were dark blue, Her colour still changing, her smile ever new, So pretty was Kathleen, my sweet little Kathleen, my Kathleen, O.
She milk’d the dun cow that ne’er offer’d to stir, Though wicked it was, it was gentle to her, So kind was my Kathleen, my poor little Kathleen, my Kathleen, O.
She sat at the door one cold afternoon, To hear the wind blow, and to look at the moon, So pensive was Kathleen, my poor little Kathleen, my Kathleen, O.
​Cold was the night-breeze that sigh’d round her bower, It chill’d my poor Kathleen, she droop’d from that hour, And I lost my poor Kathleen, my own little Kathleen, my Kathleen, O.
The bird of all birds that I love the best, Is the Robin that in the churchyard builds his nest, For he seems to watch Kathleen, hops lightly on Kathleen, my Kathleen, O.
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# Six excellent songs (1)/The chieftain's daughter

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THE CHIEFTAIN’S DAUGHTER
Boatman, boatman, row me over, Row me over the flowing tide; Nought but thanks have I to offer. Thou shalt have gold when I’m a bride; Lady, not for gold I crave thee, But the night is wild and dark, And in such an angry water, I do dread to launch my bark. Boatman, boatman, row me over, &c.
Boatman, ’tis not wind or water That can turn a maiden’s vow; Know’st thou I’m Lord Ronald's daughter? Boatman, wilt thou venture now? Lady fair, an old man blame not, I have wife and children three, But to serve my chieftain’s daughter, I will brave the storm for thee. Boatman, ’tis not wind or water, &c.
Now the bark hath kiss’d the billow, Like some wild bird it flies to shore; A hand hath ta’en Lord Ronald’s daughter. And the boatman returns with gold in store. ​Oft on night as dark and stormy, Seated in his old arm-chair, The aged sailor tells the story Of his chieftain’s daughter fair. Boatman, boatman, row me over, &c.
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# Six favourite songs (1)/Laddie, Oh Leave Me

LADDIE, OH LEAVE ME.
Doun whare the burnie rins wimpling and cheery, When love’s star was smilling, I met with my dearie; Ah, vain was it smiling, she wadna believe me, But cried wi’ a saucy air, laddie, oh leave me. I’ve lo’ed thee o’er truly to seek a new dearie, I’ve lo’ed thee o’er fondly thro’ life ere to weary, I’ve lo’ed thee o'er lang dear, at last to deceive thee, Look cauldly or kindly, but bid me not leave thee.
There’s nae ither saft e’e that fills me wi’ pleasure, There’s nae ither rose lip has half o’ its treasure, There’s nae ither love-bower shall ever receive me, Till death break this fond heart—oh then maun I leave thee. The tears o’er her cheeks ran like dew from red roses, What hope to the lover a tear-drop discloses— I kiss’d them, and blest her at last to receive me, Till, prest to my heart, she sigh’d, oh never leave me.
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# Six favourite songs (1)/Merry and Wise

SONGS
MERRY AND WISE.
Let who will complain of the troubles they meet, They’re matter of laughter to me; A dash of the bitter the sweet makes more sweet, I therefore contented will be.
If Fortune looks kindly, I’ll bask in her smiles, If frowning—my comfort is still, That life’s but a span, and good humour beguiles Tho time be it bad as it will.
My friend proves unfaithful, I’ll seek out a new, Nor trouble my head about that; I’ll pity the changeling, I’ll honour the true, And cheerfully laugh and be fat.
What tho’ I a coach and six horses can’t have, To which I've a very good right; A pair of good legs hath kind Providence gave, And a heart that’s both honest and light.
My frame’s not unwieldy, ’tis active and sound; My appetite not very great: A scanty provision sufficient is found, If cleanly and wholesome to eat.
​Let epicures feast on their turtles for me, Their ortolans, pheasants, and sturgeon; With Frenchify’d dishes, high sauces, and be A prey to the doctor and surgeon.
With all kinds of wine let them pamper their taste, Nor ought to their palates deny; If they to their latter end wilfully haste, Themselves are to blame, and not I.
On dress, pomp, and grandeur, I fix not my mind, They’re matters unworthy a care; Beneath those fine trappings we often times find The pangs of remorse and despair.
Gay Pleasure’s a phantom exceedingly fair, Which vainly we hope to embrace; We grasp at a substance, she melts into air, And leaves not behind her a trace.
Then why should we make such a pother about What no one could never attain, Tho’ the sweet illusion is tempting, no doubt, Till banish’d by old age and pain.
But soon we the idle pursuit of her charms, By dear-bought experience despise, Then blooming good humour still dwell in my arms, My motto be—merry and wise
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# Scientific Papers of Josiah Willard Gibbs, Volume 2

THE
SCIENTIFIC PAPERS
OF
J. WILLARD GIBBS, Ph.D., LL.D.
FORMERLY PROFESSOR OF MATHEMATICAL PHYSICS IN YALE UNIVERSITY
IN TWO VOLUMES
VOL. II
DYNAMICS
VECTOR ANALYSIS AND MULTIPLE ALGEBRA
ELECTROMAGNETIC THEORY OF LIGHT
ETC.
LONGMANS, GREEN, AND CO.
39 PATERNOSTER ROW, LONDON
NEW YORK AND BOMBAY
1906
All rights reserved
PREFATORY NOTE.
The present volume contains all the published papers of Professor J. Willard Gibbs except those upon Thermodynamics, which are placed in Volume I. of this collection.
In a few cases slight corrections had been made by the author in his own copies of the papers. These changes, together with the correction of obvious misprints in the originals, have been incorporated in the present edition without comment. Where for the sake of clearness it has seemed desirable to insert a word or two in a footnote or in the text itself, the addition has been indicated by enclosing it within square brackets [ ], a sign which is otherwise used only in the formulæ.
HENRY ANDREWS BUMSTEAD.
RALPH GIBBS VAN NAME.
    Yale University,
       New Haven,
          October, 1906.
# Scientific Papers of Josiah Willard Gibbs, Volume 2/Chapter II

II.
ON THE FUNDAMENTAL FORMULA OF STATISTICAL MECHANICS, WITH APPLICATIONS TO ASTRONOMY AND THERMODYNAMICS.
[Proceedings of the American Assodatian for the Advancement of Science, vol. xxxiii. pp. 57, 58, 1884.]
(abstract.)
Suppose that we have a great number of systems which consist of material points and are identical in character, but different in configuration and velocities, and in which the forces are determined by the configuration alone. Let the number of systems in which the coordinates and velocities lie severally between the following limits, viz., between
| $x_{1}$ | and | $x_{1}+dx_{1},$ |
| $y_{1}$ | and | $y_{1}+dy_{1},$ |
| $z_{1}$ | and | $z_{1}+dz_{1},$ |
| $x_{2}$ | and | $x_{2}+dx_{2},$ |
| | etc., | |
| ${\dot {x}}_{1}$ | and | ${\dot {x}}_{1}+d{\dot {x}}_{1},$ |
| ${\dot {y}}_{1}$ | and | ${\dot {y}}_{1}+d{\dot {y}}_{1},$ |
| ${\dot {z}}_{1}$ | and | ${\dot {z}}_{1}+d{\dot {z}}_{1},$ |
| ${\dot {x}}_{2}$ | and | ${\dot {x}}_{2}+d{\dot {x}}_{2},$ |
| | etc., |
be denoted by
* $L$$dx_{1}$$dy_{1}$$dz_{1}$$dx_{2}$etc.$d{\dot {x}}_{1}$$d{\dot {y}}_{1}$$d{\dot {z}}_{1}$$d{\dot {x}}_{2}$etc.
$L$
* ${\frac {dL}{dt}}=\textstyle -\sum \displaystyle \left[{\frac {dL}{dx}}{\dot {x}}+{\frac {dL}{d{\dot {x}}}}{\ddot {x}}\right],$
$t,x_{1},y_{1},z_{1},x_{2}$
${\dot {x}}_{1},{\dot {y}}_{1},{\dot {z}}_{1},{\dot {x}}_{2}$
# Sheffield Rules

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a football code played in Sheffield and the north of England. It existed between 1857 and 1878. These are some of the published versions of the rules.
The initial rules were created by Nathaniel Creswick and William Prest. The rules were generally changed on a yearly basis, initially at the Sheffield F.C. AGM the at the Sheffield FA AGM after its establishment. However, some meetings were called to make interim changes. The laws were abandoned in 1878 when the Laws of the Game were adopted.
The early Sheffield Rules were particularly important as their offside system allowed poaching or sneaking and thus demonstrated the benefit of the forward pass: Players known as "kick throughs" were positioned permanently near the opponents goal to receive these balls. According to C.W.Alcock the Sheffield style gave birth to the modern passing game.
* Sheffield Rules (1858) (first draft)
* Sheffield Rules (1858) (final draft)
* Sheffield Rules (1858)
* Sheffield Rules (1859)
* Sheffield Rules (1860)
* Sheffield Rules (1861)
* Sheffield Rules (1862)
* Sheffield Rules (March 1867)
* Sheffield Rules (October 1867)
* Sheffield Rules (1868)
* Sheffield Rules (1869)
* Sheffield Rules (1871)
* Sheffield Rules (1875)
* Sheffield Rules (1876)

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# Smoke (Turgenev)/List of Characters

THE NAMES OF THE CHARACTERS IN THE BOOK
Grigóry [Grísha] Mihálovitch Litvínov.
Tat-yána [Tánya] Petróvna Shestóv.
Kapitolína Márkovna.
Rostisláv Bambáev.
Semyón Yákovlevitch Voroshílov.
Stepán Nikoláevitch Gubar-yóv.
Matróna Semyónovna Suhántchikov.
Tit Bindásov.
Pish-Tchálkin.
Sozónt Ivánitch Potúgin.
Irína Pávlovna Osínin.
Valerián Vladímirovitch Ratmírov.
In transcribing the Russian names into English —
a has the sound of a in father
e has the sound of a in pane.
i has the sound of ee.
u has the sound of oo.
y is always consonantal except when it is the last letter of a word.
g is always hard.
# Son v. United States

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United States Supreme Court
260 U.S. 545
Son v. United States
Argued: Nov. 17-20, 1922. --- Decided: Jan 2, 1923
Messrs. R. L. Batts, of Pittsburgh, Pa., and S. L. Herold and Hampden Story, both of Shreveport, La., for appellants.
[Argument of Counsel from page 546 intentionally omitted]
Mr. Assistant Attorney General Riter, and Mr. Solicitor General Beck were on the brief, for the United States.
[Argument of Counsel from pages 547-551 intentionally omitted]
Mr. Justice SUTHERLAND delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Songs of Two Nations/Celæno

Previously printed in The Examiner, April 19th, 1873, p. 410.
VII.
CELÆNO.
The blind king hides his weeping eyeless head,
Sick with the helpless hate and shame and awe,
Till food have choked the glutted hell-bird's craw
And the foul cropful creature lie as dead
And soil itself with sleep and too much bread:
So the man's life serves under the beast's law,
And things whose spirit lives in mouth and maw
Share shrieking the soul's board and soil her bed,
Till man's blind spirit, their sick slave, resign
Its kingdom to the priests whose souls are swine, And the scourged serf lie reddening from their rod,
Discrowned, disrobed, dismantled, with lost eyes
Seeking where lurks in what conjectural skies
That triple-headed hound of hell their God.
# Songs of Two Nations/Intercession

Previously printed in The Fortnightly Review, November, 1869, pp. 509-510.
XII.
INTERCESSION.
Ave Cæsar Imperator, moriturum te saluto.
I.
O Death, a little more, and then the worm;
A little longer, O Death, a little yet,
Before the grave gape and the grave-worm fret;
Before the sanguine-spotted hand infirm
Be rottenness, and that foul brain, the germ
Of all ill things and thoughts, be stopped and set;
A little while, O Death, ere he forget,
A small space more of life, a little term;
A little longer ere he and thou be met,
Ere in that hand that fed thee to thy mind The poison-cup of life be overset;
A little respite of disastrous breath,
Till the soul lift up her lost eyes, and find
Nor God nor help nor hope, but thee, O Death.
II.
Shall a man die before his dying day,
Death? and for him though the utter day be nigh,
Not yet, not yet we give him leave to die;
We give him grace not yet that men should say
He is dead, wiped out, perished and past away.
Till the last bitterness of life go by, Thou shalt not slay him; till those last dregs run dry,
O thou last lord of life! thou shalt not slay.
Let the lips live a little while and lie,
The hand a little, and falter, and fail of strength,
And the soul shudder and sicken at the sky;
Yea, let him live, though God nor man would let
Save for the curse' sake; then at bitter length,
Lord, will we yield him to thee, but not yet.
III.
Hath he not deeds to do and days to see Yet ere the day that is to see him dead? Beats there no brain yet in the poisonous head, Throbs there no treason? if no such thing there be, If no such thought, surely this is not he. Look to the hands then; are the hands not red? What are the shadows about this man's bed? Death, was not this the cupbearer to thee? Nay, let him live then, till in this life's stead Even he shall pray for that thou hast to give; Till seeing his hopes and not his memories fled Even he shall cry upon thee a bitter cry, That life is worse than death; then let him live, Till death seem worse than life; then let him die.
IV.
O watcher at the guardless gate of kings,
O doorkeeper that serving at their feast
Hast in thine hand their doomsday drink, and seest
With eyeless sight the soul of unseen things;
Thou in whose ear the dumb time coming sings,
Death, priest and king that makest of king and priest
A name, a dream, a less thing than the least,
Hover awhile above him with closed wings, Till the coiled soul, an evil snake-shaped beast,
Eat its base bodily lair of flesh away;
If haply, or ever its cursed life have ceased,
Or ever thy cold hands cover his head
From sight of France and freedom and broad day,
He may see these and wither and be dead.
Paris, September, 1869.
# Songs of Two Nations/Mentana: Second Anniversary

Previously printed in The Examiner, May 31st, 1873, p. 568.
XIV.
MENTANA: SECOND ANNIVERSARY.
Est-ce qu'il n'est pas temps que la foudre se prouve, Cieux profonds, en broyant ce chien, fils de la louve?
La Légende des Siècles:—Ratbert.
I.
By the dead body of Hope, the spotless lamb Thou threwest into the high priest's slaughtering-room, And by the child Despair born red therefrom As, thank the secret sire picked out to cram With spurious spawn thy misconceiving dam, Thou, like a worm from a town's common tomb, Didst creep from forth the kennel of her womb, Born to break down with catapult and ram Man's builded towers of promise, and with breath And tongue to track and hunt his hopes to death: O, by that sweet dead body abused and slain, And by that child mismothered,—dog, by all Thy curses thou hast cursed mankind withal, With what curse shall man curse thee back again?
II.
By the brute soul that made man's soul its food;
By time grown poisonous with it; by the hate
And horror of all souls not miscreate;
By the hour of power that evil hath on good;
And by the incognizable fatherhood
Which made a whorish womb the shameful gate That opening let out loose to fawn on fate
A hound half-blooded ravening for man's blood;
(What prayer but this for thee should any say,
Thou dog of hell, but this that Shakespeare said?)
By night deflowered and desecrated day,
That fall as one curse on one cursed head,
'Cancel his bond of life, dear God, I pray,
That I may live to say, The dog is dead!'
1869.
# Songs of Two Nations/Papal Allocution

Previously printed in The Examiner, March 29th, 1873, p. 332.
IV.
PAPAL ALLOCUTION.
'Popule mi, quid tibi feci?'
What hast thou done? Hark, till thine ears wax hot, Judas; for these and these things hast thou done. Thou hast made earth faint, and sickened the sweet sun, With fume of blood that reeks from limbs that rot; Thou hast washed thine hands and mouth, saying, 'Am I not Clean?' and thy lips were bloody, and there was none To speak for man against thee, no, not one; This hast thou done to us, Iscariot. Therefore, though thou be deaf and heaven be dumb, A cry shall be from under to proclaim In the ears of all who shed men's blood or sell Pius the Ninth, Judas the Second, come Where Boniface out of the filth and flame Barks for his advent in the clefts of hell.