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# Poems (Tennyson, 1833)/Buonaparte

BUONAPARTE.
He thought to quell the stubborn hearts of oak, Madman!—to chain with chains, and bind with bands That island queen that sways the floods and lands From Ind to Ind, but in fair daylight woke, When from her wooden walls, lit by sure hands, With thunders, and with lightnings, and with smoke, Peal after peal, the British battle broke, Lulling the brine against the Coptic sands. We taught him lowlier moods, when Elsinore Heard the war moan along the distant sea, Rocking with shattered spars, with sudden fires Flamed over: at Trafalgar yet once more We taught him: late he learned humility Perforce, like those whom Gideon schooled with briars.
# Poems (Tennyson, 1833)/Kate

KATE.
I know her by her by her angry air, Her brightblack eyes, her brightblack hair, Her rapid laughters wild and shrill, As laughters of the woodpecker From the bosom of a hill. 'Tis Kate—she sayeth what she will: For Kate hath an unbridled tongue, Clear as the twanging of a harp. Her heart is like a throbbing star. Kate hath a spirit ever strung Like a new bow, and bright and sharp As edges of the scymetar.}}
Whence shall she take a fitting mate? For Kate no common love will feel; My woman-soldier, gallant Kate, As pure and true as blades of steel.
Kate saith "the world is void of might." Kate saith "the men are gilded flies." Kate snaps her fingers at my vows; Kate will not hear of lover's sighs. I would I were an armèd knight, Farfamed for wellwon enterprise, And wearing on my swarthy brows The garland of new-wreathed emprise; For in a moment I would pierce The blackest files of clanging fight, And strongly strike to left and right, In dreaming of my lady's eyes. Oh! Kate loves well the bold and fierce; But none are bold enough for Kate, She cannot find a fitting mate.
# Poems (Piatt)/Volume 1/Hearing the Battle

MISCELLANEOUS.
Washington, D. C.
# Poems (Terry, 1861)/After the camanches

FRONTIER BALLADS.
# Poems (Trask)

POEMS.
POEMS.
BY
CLARA AUGUSTA.
PHILADELPHIA:
J. B . LIPPINCOTT & CO.
1873.
Lippincot's Press, Philadelphia.
CONTENTS.
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# Pennsylvania v. Quicksilver Company/Opinion of the Court

* Court Documents
* Case Syllabus
* Opinion of the Court
United States Supreme Court
77 U.S. 553
Pennsylvania v. Quicksilver Company
By the second section of the third article of the Constitution it is ordained that the judicial power shall extend 'to all controversies between a State and the citizens of another State.' The second clause of this section provides 'that in all cases affecting ambassadors, &c., and those in which a State shall be a party, the Supreme Court shall have original jurisdiction . . . In all other cases before mentioned it shall have appellate jurisdiction.' This second clause distributes the jurisdiction conferred upon the Supreme Court in the previous one into original and appellate jurisdiction; but does not profess to confer any.
The thirteenth section of the Judiciary Act, which provides for the jurisdiction of this court, accords with this construction.
A State, therefore, may bring a suit, by virtue of its original jurisdiction, against a citizen of another State, but not against one of her own. And the question in this case is whether it is sufficiently disclosed in the declaration that this suit is brought against a citizen of California. And this turns upon another question, and that is, whether the averment there imports that the defendant is a corporation created by the laws of that State; for, unless it is, it does not partake of the character of a citizen within the meaning of the cases on this subject.
The court is of opinion that this averment is insufficient to establish that the defendant is a California corporation. It may mean that the defendant is a corporation doing business in that State by its agent; but not that it had been incorporated by the laws of the State. It would have been very easy to have made the fact clear by averment, and, being a jurisdictional fact, it should not have been left in doubt. Indeed, it was admitted in the argument that the defendant was a Pennsylvania corporation, and the jurisdiction sought to be sustained by a suit against this agency. We have already shown that this is unavailable to support the jurisdiction.
WRIT DISMISSED.

## Notes

* ↑ Quoted supra.
* ↑ Marshall v. The Baltimore and Ohio R. R. Co., 16 Howard, 314, and cases there cited.
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# Pennsylvania v. Union Gas Company

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## Concurring Opinions

    Stevens
    Scalia
    White
United States Supreme Court
491 U.S. 1
Pennsylvania v. Union Gas Company
No. 87-1241 Argued: Oct. 31, 1988. --- Decided: June 15, 1989
Syllabus
Respondent's predecessors operated a coal gasification plant, which produced coal tar as a by-product, along a creek in Pennsylvania. Shortly after acquiring easements in the property along the creek, and while excavating to control flooding, the State struck a large deposit of coal tar which began to seep into the creek. Finding the tar to be a hazardous substance, the Environmental Protection Agency declared the site the Nation's first Superfund site, and the State and the Federal Government together cleaned up the area. The Government reimbursed the State for cleanup costs and sued respondent to recoup those costs under §§ 104 and 106 of the Comprehensive Environmental Response, Compensation, and Liability Act of 1980 (CERCLA), 42 U.S.C. §§ 9604 and 9606, claiming that respondent was liable because it and its predecessors had deposited the tar in the ground. Respondent filed a third-party complaint against the State, asserting, inter alia, that it was liable as an "owner and operator" of the site under § 107(a) of CERCLA. The District Court dismissed this complaint on the ground that the State's Eleventh Amendment immunity barred the suit. The Court of Appeals affirmed, finding no clear expression of intent to hold States liable in monetary damages under CERCLA. However, after this Court vacated that decision and remanded for reconsideration in light of subsequent amendments to CERCLA made by the Superfund Amendments and Reauthorization Act of 1986 (SARA), the Court of Appeals held that the statute's amended language clearly rendered States liable for monetary damages and that Congress had the power to do so under the Commerce Clause.
Held: The judgment is affirmed, and the case is remanded.
832 F.2d 1343 (CA3 1987), affirmed and remanded.

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# Pennsylvania v. Ravenel

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## Dissenting Opinion

    Daniel
United States Supreme Court
62 U.S. 103
Pennsylvania v. Ravenel
[MR. JUSTICE WAYNE DID NOT SIT IN THIS CAUSE.]

## Notes

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# Poems and Extracts/Inscription (2)

Inscription
Whoe'er thou art whose path in summer lies
Through yonder village, turn thee where the grove
Of branching oaks a rural palace old
Inbosoms. There dwells Albert, generous lord
Of all the harvest round. And onward thence
A low plain chapel fronts the morning light
Fast by a rivulet. Humbly walk,
O Stranger, o'er the consecrated ground,
And on that verdant hillock, which thou see'st
Beset with osiers, let thy pious hand10
Sprinkle fresh water from the brook, and strew
Sweet-smelling flowers. For there doth Edmund rest
The learned Shepherd; for each rural art
Famed, and for songs harmonious, and the woes
Of ill-requited love. The faithless pride
Of fair Matilda sank him to the grave
In manhood's prime. But soon did righteous Heaven,
With tears of sharp remorse, and pining care
Avenge her falsehood. Nor could all the gold
And nuptial pomp, which lured her plighted faith
From Edmund to a loftier husband's home,21
Relieve her breaking heart, or turn aside
The strokes of death. Go Traveller; relate
The mournful story. Haply some fair maid
May hold it in remembrance, and be taught
That riches cannot pay for truth and love.
# Poems and Extracts/Lines

He sung of God, the mighty source
Of all things, the stupendous force
On which all things depend:
From whose right arm, beneath whose eyes.
All period, power, and enterprize,
Commence, and reign, and end.
The world,—the clus'tring spheres,—he made,
The glorious light, the soothing shade,
Dale, champaign, grove and hill
The multitudinous abyss10
Where secrecy remains in bliss!
And wisdom hides her skill.
Tell them I AM, Jehovah said
To Moses, while Earth heard with dread;
And smitten to the heart
At once above, beneath, around.
All nature without voice or sound
Replied, O Lord, THOU ART.
# Poems and Extracts/Lines written by Capt. James upon his leaving Charlton Island, where many of his Ship's Crew had died during the winter, which they passed there A.D. 1631-2

Lines written by Cap$^{t.}$ James upon his leaving Charlton Island, where many of his Ship's Crew had died during the winter, which they passed there A. D. 1631-2.
I were unkind unless that I did shed
Before I part some tears upon our Dead:
And when my eyes be dry I will not cease
I heart to pray their bones may rest in peace:
Their better parts, (good souls) I know were given,
With an intent they should return to heaven:
Their lives they spent to the last drop of blood.
Seeking God's glory and their Country's good.
And as a valiant Soldier rather dies.
Than yields his courage to his enemies,10
And stops their way with his hew'd flesh, when death
Hath quite deprived him of his strength and breath;
So have they spent themselves; and here they lie,
A famous mark of our Discovery.
We that survive, perchance may end our days
In some employment meriting no praise,
And in a dunghill rot, when no man names
The memory of us but to our shames.
They have outlived this fear, and their brave ends
Will ever be an honor to their friends.—20
Why drop you so mine eyes? Nay rather pour
My sad departure in a solemn shower.
The winter"'s cold that lately froze our blood.
Now, were it so extreme, might do this good,
As make these tears bright pearls, which I would lay
Tombed safely with you till doom's fatal day:
That in this solitary place, where none
Will ever come to breathe a sigh or groan,
Some remnant might be extant, of the true
And faithful love, I ever tendered you.30
Oh! rest in peace, dear Friends, and let it be
No pride to say, the sometime part of me.
What pain and anguish doth afflict the head.
The heart and stomach, when the limbs are dead.—
So grieved I kiss your graves, resolved to die,
A Foster-Father to your memory.
# Poems and Extracts/Now come, ye Naiads, to the fountains lead

*********Now come, ye Naiads, to the fountains lead;
Now let me wander through your gelid reign.
I burn to view the enthusiastic wilds
By mortal else untrod. I hear the din
Of waters thundering o'er the ruiu'd cliffs.
With holy reverence I approach the rocks
Whence glide the streams renown'd in ancient song.
Here from the desert down the rumbling steep
First springs the Nile; here bursts the sounding Po
In angry waves; Euphrates hence devolves10
A mighty flood to water half the east;
And there in Gothic solitude reclined
The cheerliss Tanais pours his hoary urn.
What solemn twilight! What stupendous shades
Enwrap those infant floods! Through every nerve
A sacred horror thrills, a pleasing fear
Glides o'er my frame. The forest deepens round;
And more gigantic still the impending trees
Stretch their extravagant arms athwart the gloom.
Are these the confines of some faery world?20
A land of genii? Say beyond these wilds
What unknown nations? If indeed beyond
Aught habitable lies. And whither leads,
To vrhat strange regions, or of bliss or pain.
That subterraneous way?
"Art of preserving Health" ——————————Armstrong.
# Poems and Extracts/Ode on Solitude

Ode on Solitude
Happy the man, whose wish and care,
A few paternal acres bound,
Content to breathe his native air
In his own ground.
Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread,
Whose flocks supply him with attire;
Whose trees in summer yield him shade,
In winter fire.
Blest who can unconcernedly find
Horn's, days, and years slide soft away10
In health of body peace of mind,
Quiet by day
Sound sleep by night; study and ease,
Together mix'd; sweet recreation,
And innocence which most doth please,
With meditation.
Thus let me live, unseen, unknown;
Thus unlamented, let me die.
Steal from the world, and not a stone
Tell where I lie.20
Pope, in his 12th year.
# Poems and Extracts/O King of Terrors! whose unbounded sway

O King of Terrors! whose unbounded sway
All that have life, must certainly obey;
The king, the priest, the prophet, all are thine,
Nor would even God (in flesh) thy stroke decline.
My name is on thy roll, and sure I must
Encrease thy gloomy kingdom in the dust.
My soul at this no apprehension feels, But trembles at thy swords, thy racks, thy wheels;
Thy scorching fevers, which distract the sense, And snatch us raving, unprepared from hence; 10 At thy contagious darts, that wound the heads
Of weeping friends who wait at dying beds.—
Spare these, and let thy time be when it will;
My office is to die, and thine to kill.
Gently thy fatal sceptre on me lay, And take to thy cold arms, insensibly, thy prey.
Anne, Countess of Winchelsea.
# Poems and Extracts/Life's Progress

Life's Progress
How gaily is our Life begun Our life's uncertain race! Whilst yet that sprightly morning sun, With which we just set out to run, Enlightens all the place.
How soft the first Ideas prove. Which wander through our minds! How full the joys, how free the love. Which doth that early season move; As flowers the western winds! 10
Our sighs are then but vernal air; But April drops our tears, Which swiftly passing, all grows fair, Whilst beauty compensates our care, And youth each vapour clears.
But O! too soon alas, we climb; Scarce feeling we ascend The gently-rising hill of Time, From whence with grief we see that prime, And all its sweetness end. 20
# Poems and Extracts/Me though in life's sequestered vale

Me though in life's sequestered vale,
The Almighty Sire ordained to dwell,
Remote from Glory's toilsome ways,
And the great scenes of public praise;
Yet let me still with grateful pride
Remember how my infant frame
He tempered with prophetic flame,
And early music to my tongue supplied.
# Poems (Wordsworth, 1815)/Volume 1/'Tis said that some

XI.
'Tis said, that some have died for love: And here and there a church-yard grave is found In the cold North's unhallowed ground,— Because the wretched Man himself had slain, His love was such a grievous pain. And there is one whom I five years have known; He dwells alone Upon Helvellyn's side: He loved——the pretty Barbara died, And thus he makes his moan: Three years had Barbara in her grave been laid When thus his moan he made;
"Oh, move, thou Cottage, from behind that oak! Or let the aged tree uprooted lie, That in some other way yon smoke May mount into the sky! ​The clouds pass on; they from the heavens depart: I look—the sky is empty space; I know not what I trace; But, when I cease to look, my hand is on my heart.
"O! what a weight is in these shades! Ye leaves, When will that dying murmur be supprest? Your sound my heart of peace bereaves, It robs my heart of rest. Thou Thrush, that singest loud—and loud and free, Into yon row of willows flit, Upon that alder sit; Or sing another song, or choose another tree.
"Roll back, sweet Rill! back to thy mountain bounds, And there for ever be thy waters chained! For thou dost haunt the air with sounds That cannot be sustained; If still beneath that pine-tree's ragged bough Headlong yon waterfall must come, Oh let it then be dumb!— Be any thing, sweet Rill, but that which thou art now.
​"Thou Eglantine, whose arch so proudly towers, (Even like a rainbow spanning half the vale) Thou one fair shrub, oh! shed thy flowers, And stir not in the gale. For thus to see thee nodding in the air,— To see thy arch thus stretch and bend, Thus rise and thus descend,— Disturbs me, till the sight is more than I can bear."
The Man who makes this feverish complaint Is one of giant stature, who could dance Equipped from head to foot in iron mail. Ah gentle Love! if ever thought was thine To store up kindred hours for me, thy face Turn from me, gentle Love! nor let me walk Within the sound of Emma's voice, or know Such happiness as I have known to-day.
# Poems (Wordsworth, 1815)/Volume 1/A Fragment

XIX.
A FRAGMENT.
Between two sister moorland rills There is a spot that seems to lie Sacred to flow'rets of the hills, And sacred to the sky. And in this smooth and open dell There is a tempest-stricken tree; A corner-stone by lightning cut, The last stone of a cottage hut; And in this dell you see A thing no storm can e'er destroy, The shadow of a Danish Boy.
​In clouds above, the Lark is heard,— He sings his blithest and his best; But in this lonesome nook the Bird Did never build his nest. No Beast, no Bird hath here his home; The Bees borne on the breezy air Pass high above those fragrant bells To other flowers, to other dells, Nor ever linger there. The Danish Boy walks here alone: The lovely dell is all his own.
A spirit of noon-day is he, He seems a Form of flesh and blood; Nor piping Shepherd shall he be, Nor Herd-boy of the wood. A regal vest of fur he wears, In colour like a raven's wing; It fears not rain, nor wind, nor dew; But in the storm 'tis fresh and blue As budding pines in Spring; His helmet has a vernal grace, Fresh as the bloom upon his face.
​A harp is from his shoulder slung: He rests the harp upon his knee; And there in a forgotten tongue He warbles melody. Of flocks upon the neighbouring hills He is the darling and the joy; And often, when no cause appears, The mountain ponies prick their ears, —They hear the Danish Boy, While in the dell he sits alone Beside the tree and corner-stone.
There sits he: in his face you spy No trace of a ferocious air, Nor ever was a cloudless sky So steady or so fair. The lovely Danish Boy is blest And happy in his flowery cove: From bloody deeds his thoughts are far; And yet he warbles songs of war, That seem like songs of love, For calm and gentle is his mien; Like a dead Boy he is serene.
# Poems (Wordsworth, 1815)

In two volumes
    Volume I
       Dedication
       Preface
       Contents of Volumes I and II
       Errata and Corrections
       Notes to Volume I
       Essay, supplementary to the Preface
    Volume II
       Notes to Volume II
       Preface to the Second Edition of Lyrical Ballads
       Appendix
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# Poems (Wordsworth, 1815)/Volume 1/A Night Piece

III.
A NIGHT-PIECE.
——The sky is overcast With a continuous cloud of texture close, Heavy and wan, all whitened by the Moon, Which through that veil is indistinctly seen, A dull, contracted circle, yielding light So feebly spread that not a shadow falls, Chequering the ground, from rock, plant, tree, or tower. At length a pleasant instantaneous gleam Startles the pensive traveller as he treads His lonesome path, with unobserving eye Bent earthwards; he looks up—the clouds are split Asunder,—and above his head he sees The clear moon, and the glory of the heavens. There, in a black blue vault she sails along, Followed by multitudes of stars, that, small And sharp, and bright, along the dark abyss ​Drive as she drives;—how fast they wheel away, Yet vanish not!—the wind is in the tree, But they are silent;—still they roll along Immeasureably distant;—and the vault, Built round by those white clouds, enormous clouds, Still deepens its unfathomable depth. At length the Vision closes; and the mind, Not undisturbed by the delight it feels, Which slowly settles into peaceful calm, Is left to muse upon the solemn scene.
# Poems (Wordsworth, 1815)/Volume 1/A slumber

X.
A slumber did my spirit seal; I had no human fears: She seem'd a thing that could not feel The touch of earthly years.
No motion has she now, no force; She neither hears nor sees, Rolled round in earth's diurnal course With rocks and stones and trees!
# Poems of Cheer/To marry or not to marry?

Mother says, "Be in no hurry, Marriage oft means care and worry."
Auntie says, with manner grave, "Wife is synonym for slave."
Father asks, in tones commanding, "How does Bradstreet rate his standing?"
Sister crooning to her twins, Sighs, "With marriage care begins."
Grandma, near life's closing days, Murmurs, "Sweet are girlhood's ways."
Maud, twice widowed ("sod and grass") Looks at me and moans "Alas!"
They are six, and I am one, Life for me has just begun.
They are older, calmer, wiser: Age should aye be youth's adviser.
They must know--and yet, dear me, When in Harry's eyes I see
All the world of love there burning - On my six advisers turning,
I make answer, "Oh, but Harry Is not like most men who marry.
"Fate has offered me a prize, Life with love means Paradise.
"Life without it is not worth All the foolish joys of earth."
So, in spite of all they say, I shall name the wedding day.
# Poems of Cheer/Unrest

In the youth of the year, when the birds were building,  When the green was showing on tree and hedge, And the tenderest light of all lights was gilding  The world from zenith to outermost edge, My soul grew sad and longingly lonely!  I sighed for the season of sun and rose, And I said, "In the Summer and that time only  Lies sweet contentment and blest repose."
With bee and bird for her maids of honour  Came Princess Summer in robes of green. And the King of day smiled down upon her  And wooed her, and won her, and made her queen. Fruit of their union and true love's pledges,  Beautiful roses bloomed day by day, And rambled in gardens and hid in hedges  Like royal children in sportive play.
My restless soul for a little season  Revelled in rapture of glow and bloom, And then, like a subject who harbours treason,  Grew full of rebellion and grey with gloom. And I said, "I am sick of the summer's blisses,  Of warmth and beauty, and nothing more. The full fruition my sad soul misses  That beauteous Fall-time holds in store!"
But now when the colours are almost blinding,  Burning and blending on bush and tree, And the rarest fruits are mine for the finding,  And the year is ripe as a year can be, My soul complains in the same old fashion;  Crying aloud in my troubled breast Is the same old longing, the same old passion.  O where is the treasure which men call rest?
# Poems of Cheer/Uselessness

Let mine not be that saddest fate of all  To live beyond my greater self; to see  My faculties decaying, as the tree Stands stark and helpless while its green leaves fall. Let me hear rather the imperious call,  Which all men dread, in my glad morning time,  And follow death ere I have reached my prime, Or drunk the strengthening cordial of life's gall. The lightning's stroke or the fierce tempest blast  Which fells the green tree to the earth to-day Is kinder than the calm that lets it last,  Unhappy witness of its own decay.  May no man ever look on me and say, "She lives, but all her usefulness is past."
# Poems of Cheer/Warning

High in the heavens I saw the moon this morning,  Albeit the sun shone bright; Unto my soul it spoke, in voice of warning,  "Remember Night!"