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# Poems and Extracts/Hymn on Solitude

Hymn on Solitude
Hail, mildly-pleasing Solitude,
Companion of the wise and good;
But from whose holy, piercing eye
The herd of fools and villains Hy.
Oh! how I love with thee to walk
And listen to thy whisper'd talk,
Thine is the balmy breath of morn,
Just as the dew-bent rose is born;
And while meridian fervors beat,
Thine is the woodland dumb retreat;10
But chief when evening scenes decay
And the faint landscape swims away,
Thine is the doubtful soft decline,
And that best hour of musing thine.
Descending angels bless thy train
The virtues of the sage, and swain;
Plain innocence in white array'd,
Before thee lifts her fearless head:
Religions beams around thee shine,
And clear thy glooms with light divine:20
About thee sports sweet Liberty;
And wrapt Urania sings to thee.
Oh! let me pierce thy secret cell!
And in thy deep recesses dwell.
Perhaps from Norwood's oak-clad hill.
When meditation has her fill,
I just may cast my careless eyes
Where London's spiry turrets rise;
Think of its crimes, its cares, its pains,
Then shield me in the woods again.30
Thomson.
# Poems (Shipton)/Isaac

ISAAC.
"Like as a father pitieth his children, so the Lord pitieth them that fear Him. For He knoweth our frame; He remembereth that we are dust."—Psalm ciii. 13, 14.
# Poems (Shipton)/Light Sown for the Righteous

"LIGHT SOWN FOR THE RIGHTEOUS."
"Until the time that His word came: the word of the Lord tried him."—Psalm cv. 19.
# Poems (Shipton)/Midnight

MIDNIGHT.
"In ray distress I called upon the Lord, and cried unto my God: He heard my voice out of His temple, and my cry came before Him, even into His ears."—Psalm xviii. 6.
# Poems (Shipton)/My Garden-Ground

MY GARDEN-GROUND.
"My Beloved is gone down into His garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies."—Sol. Song vi. 2.
# Poems (Shipton)/Marah

MARAH.
Exodus xv. 25. Isaiah xiii. 12.
# Poems (Shipton)/Meliora

MELIORA.
"The disciple is not above his Master."—Luke vi. 40. "That no man should be moved by these afflictions: for yourselves know that we are appointed thereunto."—1 Thess. iii. 3.
# Poems (Shipton)/My Infirmity

"MY INFIRMITY."
"He that spared not His own Son, but delivered Him up for us all, how shall He not with Him also freely give us all things?"—Rom. viii. 32. "Hath God forgotten to be gracious? hath He in anger shut up His tender mercies? And I said, This is my infirmity."—Psalm lxxvii. 9, 10.
# Poems (Shipton)/Let Us Go Forth

"LET US GO FORTH!"
"Let us go forth therefore unto Him without the camp, bearing His reproach."—Heb. xiii. 13. "To him that overcometh will I grant to sit with Me in My throne, even as I also overcame, and am set down with My Father in His throne. He that hath an ear, let him hear what the Spirit saith unto the churches."—Rev. iii. 21, 22.
# Poems (Shipton)/He Loveth Me

HE LOVETH ME.
"Who loved me, and gave Himself for me."—Gal. ii. 20.
# Pierre

PIERRE OR, THE AMBIGUITIES
BY HERMAN MELVILLE
CONSTABLE AND COMPANY LTD CONSTABLE AND COMPANY LTDLONDON · BOMBAY · SYDNEY 1923
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# Pierce v. United States (252 U.S. 239)

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United States Supreme Court
252 U.S. 239
Pierce v. United States (252 U.S. 239)
Argued: Nov. 18 and 19, 1919. --- Decided: March 8, 1920
Mr. Frederick A. Mohr, of Auburn, N. Y., for plaintiffs in error.
Mr. Assistant Attorney General Stewart, for the United States.
Mr. Justice PITNEY delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Pierce v. United States (314 U.S. 306)

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314 U.S. 306
Pierce v. United States (314 U.S. 306)
Argued: Nov. 14-17, 1941. --- Decided: Dec 8, 1941
Mr. L. E. Gwinn, of Memphis, Tenn., for petitioner.
Mr. Wendell Berge, Asst. Atty. Gen., for respondent.
Mr. Justice REED delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Pierce v. United States (255 U.S. 398)

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255 U.S. 398
Pierce v. United States (255 U.S. 398)
Argued: Jan. 24, 1921. --- Decided: March 7, 1921
[Syllabus from pages 398-399 intentionally omitted]
Messrs. Louis Marshall, of New York City, and Samuel W. Fordyce, Jr., of St. Louis, Mo., for appellants.
Mr. Solicitor General Frierson, of Chattanooga, Tenn., for the United States.
Mr. Justice BRANDEIS delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Pierce v. Wade/Opinion of the Court

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United States Supreme Court
100 U.S. 444
Pierce v. Wade
This was a suit in replevin brought by Pierce and Reed, the plaintiffs, in error, against Wade to recover a large number of cattle branded in a particular way. In executing the writ, the marshal, by mistake, took from the defendant sixty-two head of Texas steers, not having the proper brand, and delivered them with the other cattle to the plaintiffs, on receiving the requisite bond. On the trial, it was found that the plaintiffs were the owners, and entitled to the immediate possession of all thus delivered over to them, except the Texas steers, taken by mistake. It was thereupon adjudged that they 'have and recover from the said defendant the possession of all the cattle, . . . except sixty-two head of Texas steers;' and, as to these, it was adjudged that they be returned by the plaintiffs to the defendant, or if that could not be done, 'that the defendant have and recover from the plaintiffs the said sum of $1,400, the value thereof.' From that judgment the plaintiffs below have taken this writ of error.
Upon this state of facts it is clear we have no jurisdiction. The matter in dispute is the sixty-two head of Texas steers, the value of which is only $1,400. The plaintiffs recovered every thing else which they claimed, and the judgment against them is less than $5,000. We have always held that when a case is brought here by the defendant below, the amount of the recovery against him is the measure of our jurisdiction, except when he has asked affirmative relief, and that has been denied. The same rule is applicable to plaintiffs in replevin suits, where the defendant gets judgment for a return of property taken and delivered under the writ, or its value.
Writ of error dismissed.
NOTE.-In Pierce v. Tough, error to the Circuit Court of the United States for the District of Kansas, submitted by the same counsel as was the preceding case, MR. CHIEF JUSTICE WAITE remarked that, as the judgment was for $2,000 only, the case was in all material respects like that of Pierce v. Wade (supra, p. 444), and that, for the reasons there stated, the writ would be dismissed.
So ordered.

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# Pierce v. Wade

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100 U.S. 444
Pierce v. Wade
ERROR to the Circuit Court of the United States for the District of Kansas.
The facts are stated in the opinion of the court.
Mr. Nelson Cobb for the plaintiffs in error.
No counsel appeared for the defendant in error.
MR. CHIEF JUSTICE WAITE delivered the opinion of the court.

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# Poems of Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) in Friendship’s Offering, 1837/The Secret Discovered

* THE SECRET
* Painted by F. CorbauxEngraved by C. A. Periam
THE SECRET DISCOVERED.
BY L. E. L.
Or all the things that angels see,
 Who look from heaven above,
There cannot be a sweeter thing
 Than is a sister's love.
It groweth in our early years,
 It shareth in their light;
It blendeth fancies, fears and hopes,
 With a sweet sense of right.
Count Herman had two daughters fair,
 And very fair were they;
The one was like a summer night,
 One like a summer day.
Though three or four brief years were all
 They measured to each other,
Yet Elinore had always been
 To Minna, like a mother.
A pale and thoughtful girl was she,
 And with a statue's grace
Upon the tall and perfect form,
 And on the pensive face.
But Minna was a fairy thing,
 With sunshine in her eyes;
And such a blush as the red rose
 To welcome June supplies.
The song with which she woke the morn,
 At night was scarcely done;
Her spirits, to her sister, were
 Like walking in the sun.
Of late the blush had been less bright,
 The eyes of deeper blue;
As if the just awakening heart
 Its own soft shadow threw.
Her sister watched her anxiously,
 She saw that she was changed;
And felt, although she would not own,
 Somewhat they were estranged.
For sudden and unnatural
 Was often Minna's glee;
And her fond sister saw the tears
 She was not meant to see.
One day she watched her steal away
 Towards a little wood;
Ah! what could Minna's young glad heart
 Desire of solitude?
She saw her bend above a scroll,
 She saw her bend and weep;
"My own sweet sister, why should'st thou
 Such weary secret keep?"
Unseen she reached the reader's side:
 Ah! doth she see aright?
There is a name upon the scroll,—
 Her own betrothed knight.
She had, herself, when but a child,
 Been named Count Rodolph's bride;
Alas! now for her woman's love,  And for her woman's pride.
She felt it was their fathers' act,
 In which he had no part,
Though they may give the hand away,
 They cannot give the heart.
A moment, and her cheek was pale
 Beyond its natural hue;
A moment, and a deeper breath
 The struggling bosom drew.
Her sister turned, and saw her there;
 She only met a smile;
And Elinore, to calm her tears,
 Forgot her own the while.
She drew the maiden to her side,
 And soothed her with fond words,
And sympathy, whose music comes
 From the heart's own fine chords.
She said that she was glad to know
 Her sister's heart was given,
For that her own had only room
 For their own hearth, and heaven.
A few weeks, and the hills around
 Caught lute and trumpet's call;
For stately was the wedding feast
 Within Count Herman's hall.
And Elinore arrayed the bride,
 And bound her golden hair;
And if her cheek was pale, it seemed
 But a fond sister's care.
Years passed; beside their lonely hearth.
 She cheered her father's age,
And made, for him, life's last dark leaf
 A sweet and sunny page.
Did never other lovers come?
 They did—but came in vain;
A heart like hers, when given once,
 Is given not again.
# Poems of Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) in Heath’s Book of Beauty, 1833/Song - Our early years

SONG.
Our early years—our early years,  Recall them not again; The memory of former joy,  The pang of former pain.
Where is our childhood? Where are they  The playmates of the heart, Whose first sweet lesson was to love,  Whose second was to part?
The Dead are with the past; for them  How fruitless our despair! Unkindness, anger, fondness, grief,  Alike are buried there.
Alas! such thoughts can only weep  The heart's most bitter rain: Our early years—our early years,  Recall them not again.
# Poems of Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) in Heath’s Book of Beauty, 1833/Gulnare

* GULNARE
* Painted by Miss L. SharpeEngraved by H. T. Ryall
GULNARE.
Oh, never more the flowers will stoop  Beneath her fairy feet; The myrtle with its bloom may droop,  But not above her seat; And no more will that fountain glass  The image of Gulnare— How softly would that shadow pass  When noon was shining there!
How well the echoes used to know  The music of her lute! The wind amid the leaves may blow,  But those sweet tones are mute. The place is now an alter'd place,  And not what it has been;— It was the beauty of her face  Gave beauty to the scene.
Why did her eye in pity dwell  Upon that English knight, The prisoner of the buried cell  Where day forgot its light? It is a weary thing to lie  With weak and fetter'd hand, While youth's brave time is passing by,  And rust creeps o'er the brand.
'Twas in the still night's silent hours,  The captive dreaming lay Of his own old ancestral towers.  His mother far away. He heard a step—a low, hush'd breath—  A sweet brow o'er him shone, As even by the bed of death  Might shine an angel one.
She bound his wounds, she gave him food,  With odours and red wine; And from a dreary solitude  That cell became a shrine. She came there once—she came there twice—  The third time he was free: She listen'd not her heart's advice,  Though weak that heart might be:
But to the lover's gentle prayer  Her pale lip still replied, "I may not, for a stranger's care,  Forsake my father's side."
Her hair hung down below her knee,  Though loop'd with orient pearl; He pray'd her of her courtesy  To give him one dark curl.
"Mid friend and foe, mid weal and wo,  This soft braid I'll retain; And lady's favour, for thy sake,  I'll never wear again." She would not let him see her tears—  A time would come to weep: Alas for young and wasted years  That one remembrance keep!
Ah! soon grief wears away the rose  From any youthful cheek, And soon the weary eyes will close  Which hope not what they seek: When dreams bring that loved face by night  We never see by day, Then the heart sickens at the light,  And the look turns away.
There are some roses droop and die,  While others bloom so fair— Gone with their first and sweetest sigh:  So was it with Gulnare. Alas! the Earth hides many flowers  Within her silent breast; But could she not have spared us ours—  Our dearest and our best?
Within the City of the Dead  The maiden hath her home; There are the dews of evening shed,  And there the night-winds come. Oh, Cypress! whose dark column waves,  Nursed by the mourner's tear, Thy shadow falls on many graves,  But not on one so dear!
# Poems of Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) in Heath’s Book of Beauty, 1833/Contents

Contents
* The Mask
* Leonora
* The Choice
* Madeline
* Belinda; or, The Love Letter
* Gulnare
* Meditation
* Geraldine
* Song - 'Our early years'
* The Last of the St. Aubyns
# Poems of Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) in Heath’s Book of Beauty, 1833/Leonora

* LEONORA
* Painted by T. A. WoolnothEngraved by T. Woolnoth
LEONORA.
She was the loveliest lady of our line, But of a cold proud heauty;.... Yet gentle blushes had been on that cheek, And tenderness within those dark blue eyes. Sometimes, in twilight and in solitude, There was a mournful song she used to sing— But only then.
Farewell! and when the charm of change  Has faded, as all else will fade; When Joy, a wearied bird, begins  To droop the wing, to seek the shade;—
When thine own heart at length has felt,  What thou hast made another feel— The hope that sickens to despair,  The wound that time may sear, not heal;—
When thou shalt pine for some fond heart  To beat in answering thine again;— Then, false one! think once more on me,  And sigh to know it is in vain.
# Poems of Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) in Heath’s Book of Beauty, 1833/Madeline

* MADELINE
* Painted by F. StoneEngraved by H. Cook
MADELINE.
I pray thee leave me not; my heart  So passionately clings to thee; Oh, give me time, I'll try to part  With life—for love is life to me. A little while—I cannot bear The presence of my great despair; Though changed your voice, and cold your eye, You would not wish to see me die.
The wretch who on the scaffold stands  Has some brief time allow'd For parting grasp of kindly hands,  For farewell to the crowd: And even as gradual let me learn My thoughts and hopes from thee to turn; To grow accustom'd to thy brow, Strange, chilling as it meets me now!
But, no; I dare not, cannot look  Upon thy alter'd face:
Methinks that I could better brook  To have but memory's trace, And I may cheat myself awhile With many a treasured gaze and smile. Yes, leave me—'tis less pain to brood Over the past in solitude.
Oh, vanity of speech! no word  Can make thee mine again; The eloquent would be unheard,  The tender would be vain. Since gentle cares and spotless truth— The deep devotion of my youth— Since these are written on the air, Wilt thou be moved by vow or prayer?
Yet how entire has been my love!  The flower that to the sun Raises its golden eyes above,  Droops when the day is done: But I for hours have watch'd a spot— Although it longer held thee not; It gave a magic to the scene To think that there thy steps had been.
But I must now forget the past—  Say, rather, 'tis my all; Henceforth a veil o'er life is cast—  I live but to recall.
I have no future—could I bear To dream a dream you do not share? It is hope makes futurity— What, now, has hope to do with me?
Amid the ruins of my heart  I'll sit and weep alone; Mourn for the idols that depart,  The altars overthrown, With faded cheek and weary eyes, Till life be thy last sacrifice. Alas for youth, and hope, and bloom! Alas for my forgotten tomb!
# Poems of Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) in Heath’s Book of Beauty, 1833

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Poems of Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) in Heath’s Book of Beauty, 1833
compiled by Peter J. Bolton
Contents
* The Mask
* Leonora
* The Choice
* Madeline
* Belinda; or, The Love Letter
* Gulnare
* Meditation
* Geraldine
* Song - 'Our early years'
* The Last of the St. Aubyns
# Poems of Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) in Heath’s Book of Beauty, 1833/Belinda

* BELINDA
* Painted by Miss Eliza SharpeEngraved by H. Robinson
BELINDA;
OR,
THE LOVE-LETTER.
Another soft and scented page,  Fill'd with more honied words! What motives to a pilgrimage  A shrine like mine affords! I know, before I break the seal,  The words that I shall find:— "The wound which you alone can heal—  So fair, yet so unkind!"
There, take your fortune on the wind!  Ah, how the breeze has borne (As if our malice were combined)  The fragments I have torn! So let the vows they offer pass—  Vows fugitive and vain; I should as soon expect the glass  My image to retain.
I care not for a heart whose youth  Is gone before its years, Which makes a mockery of truth,  Which finds a boast in tears. That is not love, when idleness  Would fill a listless hour— 'Tis vanity, which prizes less  The passion than the power.
I hold that love which can be kept  As silent as the grave, And pure as dews by evening wept  Upon the heaving wave— Embodying all life's poetry.  Its highest, dearest part: And till such love my own may be,  I bear a charmed heart.
# Poems of Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) in Heath’s Book of Beauty, 1833/Geraldine

* GERALDINE
* Painted by F. StoneEngraved by J. Thomson
GERALDINE.
Lonely and deep as the fountain when springing  From its earliest birthplace beneath the dark pines, When first mid the wild flowers around it goes singing,  When first on its waters the red morning shines:
So lonely, so deep, is the love which is cherish'd,  Silent and sacred, Earl Surrey, for thee; All lighter and meaner affections have perish'd—  Life now has only but one love for me.
I share with thee every thought that delights me—  I read, it is only to tell thee again: I have not a feeling on earth but unites me  To thee, be it intellect, pleasure, or pain.
I lean o'er the rose when the night-dews are weeping,  And deem its leaves written with sweet words of thine; I see thy bold falcon through mid-heaven sweeping,  And wish it could bear thee a message of mine.
And yet I am mournful—I think of our morrow,  And my heart fills with nameless and shadowy fears: The heart has its omens, and mine are of sorrow—  I know that our future has anguish and tears.
I see the clouds pass o'er the stars, and my spirit  Grows dark as the terrors which round it are thrown: Ah, Surrey! whatever my lot may inherit,  I care not, so suffering but reach me alone.
# Poems of Optimism/The pendulum

(In Edgar Allan Poe’s story, ‘The Pit and the Pendulum,’ the victim is bound hand and foot, face upturned to a huge, knife-edged pendulum which swings back and forth across his body, the blade dropping closer to his heart at each swing.)
Bound hand and foot in the pit I lie, And the wall about me is strong and high; Stronger and higher it grows each day, With maximum labour and minimum pay; And there is no ladder whereon to climb To a fairer world and a brighter time. There is no ladder, there is no rope, But the devil of greed has given a hope. He swings before me the pendulum - Vice; I know its purpose and know its price, And the world’s good people all know it, too, And much they chatter and little they do. I have sent up my cry to the hosts of men Over and over and over again: But should I cry once to the devil, ah, he Would hurry to answer and set me free. For Virtue to Virtue must ever call thrice, But once brings an answer when Virtue calls Vice.
Bound hand and foot in the pit I lie While the pendulum swings and the days go by.
# Poems of Optimism/The poet's theme

Why should the poet of these pregnant times Be asked to sing of war’s unholy crimes?
To laud and eulogise the trade which thrives On horrid holocausts of human lives?
Man was a fighting beast when earth was young, And war the only theme when Homer sung.
’Twixt might and might the equal contest lay: Not so the battles of our modern day.
Too often now the conquering hero struts, A Gulliver among the Lilliputs.
Success no longer rests on skill or fate, But on the movements of a syndicate.
Of old, men fought and deemed it right and just, To-day the warrior fights because he must;
And in his secret soul feels shame because He desecrates the higher manhood’s laws.
Oh, there are worthier themes for poet’s pen In this great hour than bloody deeds of men:
The rights of many - not the worth of one - The coming issues, not the battle done;
The awful opulence and awful need - The rise of brotherhood - the fall of greed;
The soul of man replete with God’s own force, The call ‘to heights,’ and not the cry ‘to horse.’
Are there not better themes in this great age For pen of poet, or for voice of sage,
Than those old tales of killing? Song is dumb Only that greater song in time may come.
When comes the bard, he whom the world waits for, He will not sing of War.