The Birthday Party

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The text provides detailed public domain information. Explain the significance of this status for Jeannie Copes White's work and how it might impact its study or dissemination today.

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Jeannie Copes White's work "Poems (1916)" is in the public domain in the United States because it was published before January 1, 1931 [3]. This status means that the work is free from copyright restrictions in the US, allowing for its unrestricted use, reproduction, and distribution. Additionally, the 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" [3].

The public domain status of Jeannie Copes White's work can impact its study and dissemination today by making it more accessible to scholars, researchers, and the general public. This could lead to broader engagement with her poetry, potentially fostering new interpretations and increasing her visibility. The passages do not contain further information on how this public domain status might specifically impact the study or dissemination of her work beyond its accessibility.

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← Surrender Poems by Jeannie Copes White President Wilson Good-night → 4500421 Poems — President Wilson Jeannie Copes White ​ PRESIDENT WILSON Mr. Woodrow Wilson, I bow to you, To your ugly face and eyeglass too; For behind those lens is thought intent; That lined face is on wisdom bent, Traced with rivers of silent thought, Made deep with will of iron wrought; And o'er all is your great spirit to brood, Chastened by sorrow, for all human good. Of great men like you our nation is proud: Washington, Lincoln, and Wilson's the crowd. For works with similar titles, see Psyche . ← A Scarlet Fever…
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← Upward Poems by Jeannie Copes White Retrievement Eternity → 4500347 Poems — Retrievement Jeannie Copes White ​ RETRIEVEMENT Silent trees, the winter's rigors Leave you stripped, with naught to choose; Stretching up bare arms and fingers, You have nothing more to lose. So are we in a great sorrow,— Naught is left for us to choose; Bare of all, the heart still lingers, But nothing now may hurt or bruise. God sent Spring, with vernal weather, That the sap may quickly rise, Clothing all in happy feather,— Such a glad and sweet surprise. So our hearts 'mid mournful blindness May respond to love…
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Title: The Birthday Party by Harold Pinter --- Metadata --- Title: The birthday party by Harold Pinter --- Text --- For works with similar titles, see Poems . ← Poems ( 1916 ) by Jeannie Copes White → related portals : Poetry , English literature 4500301 Poems 1916 Jeannie Copes White ​ POEMS BY JEANNIE COPES WHITE BOSTON SHERMAN, FRENCH & COMPANY 1916 ​ Copyright, 1916 Sherman, French & Company. ​ TO MY FATHER ALFRED HENRY WHITE AND MY SISTER LOUISE ROBERTS WHITE IN MEMORY OF THEIR BEAUTIFUL CHARACTERS ​ CONTENTS This work is in the public domain in the United States because it was…
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← Girls Poems by Jeannie Copes White Attuned Miss Sophie B. Wright → 4500323 Poems — Attuned Jeannie Copes White ​ ATTUNED When dawn yields up to light, You have a troubled breast; That song may set you right,— The bird is near the nest. When clouds above are gray, Gray seems your spirit, too. A change!—Your thoughts turn gay, To see the sun shine through. It warms your cold reserve, It melts your heart of stone, To feel the baby curve His neck into your own. And when you feel the blight Of fever and of pain, That red rose blushing bright Will bring a smile again. Pure silver threads run…
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← Why? Poems by Jeannie Copes White The Fair Sex The Gentle One → 4500353 Poems — The Fair Sex Jeannie Copes White ​ THE FAIR SEX The little girl that climbs on your knee, The fair young wife as sweet as can be, The mother with first-born—oh, what joy! The mother who loves her bearded boy, The grandma who tells stories to all, The children who are so very small, The auntie who gives presents and sings, The sister who does all sorts of things,— Each one in place to brighten each spot: You're lucky whenever she's of your lot. So true and sweet, so gentle, and so We're glad to know—she makes the…
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