Walt Whitman, Poet and DemocratWilliam Brown, 1884 - 52 pages |
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Page 35
... artistic pains as belonging to the department of " polite kinks , " grammar , and fine manners . And the upshot is that the world is impelled to view Whitman's aversion to graceful poetic form as it does his rejection of manners , and ...
... artistic pains as belonging to the department of " polite kinks , " grammar , and fine manners . And the upshot is that the world is impelled to view Whitman's aversion to graceful poetic form as it does his rejection of manners , and ...
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... Artistic Furthermore , he has always loved music . conformity apart , he has been about as much in the movement of the culture of his time as was Shakespeare . In the very act , then , of diving back to the primitive , such a poet may ...
... Artistic Furthermore , he has always loved music . conformity apart , he has been about as much in the movement of the culture of his time as was Shakespeare . In the very act , then , of diving back to the primitive , such a poet may ...
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... artistic expan- sion which is very discernible in the shape of Wagnerism in music , and which is à priori in keeping with and referable to the great advances in knowledge and in the status of mankind effected in the present century . We ...
... artistic expan- sion which is very discernible in the shape of Wagnerism in music , and which is à priori in keeping with and referable to the great advances in knowledge and in the status of mankind effected in the present century . We ...
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... artistic patience . An opinion in favour of rhyth- mic prose by a writer who writes ordinary prose faultily , and whose own rhythmical writing is frequently harsh , may fairly be received with some suspicion . As for the depreciation of ...
... artistic patience . An opinion in favour of rhyth- mic prose by a writer who writes ordinary prose faultily , and whose own rhythmical writing is frequently harsh , may fairly be received with some suspicion . As for the depreciation of ...
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... artistic theory -- may be challenged to find a single rhyme in , say , Tennyson's stanza : " Cold and clear - cut face , why come you so cruelly meek ? that will ring false beside even the closing stanza of the " Death Carol , " before ...
... artistic theory -- may be challenged to find a single rhyme in , say , Tennyson's stanza : " Cold and clear - cut face , why come you so cruelly meek ? that will ring false beside even the closing stanza of the " Death Carol , " before ...
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Page 36 - WHEN lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd, And the great star early droop'd in the western sky in the night, I mourn'd, and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring. Ever-returning spring, trinity sure to me you bring, Lilac blooming perennial and drooping star in the west, And thought of him I love.
Page 40 - The spotted hawk swoops by and accuses me, he complains of my gab and my loitering. I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable, I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.
Page 38 - RECONCILIATION WORD over all, beautiful as the sky, Beautiful that war and all its deeds of carnage must in time be utterly lost, That the hands of the sisters Death and Night incessantly softly wash again, and ever again, this soil'd world; For my enemy is dead, a man divine as myself is dead, I look where he lies white-faced and still in the coffin— I draw near, Bend down and touch lightly with my lips the white face in the coffin.
Page 38 - With the lustrous and drooping star with the countenance full of woe, With the holders holding my hand nearing the call of the bird, Comrades mine and I in the midst, and their memory ever to keep, for the dead I loved so well, For the sweetest, wisest soul of all my days and lands - and this for his dear sake, Lilac and star and bird...
Page 46 - Till the war-drum throbb'd no longer, and the battle flags were furl'd In the Parliament of man, the Federation of the world.
Page 18 - Confess that to severe eyes, using the moral microscope upon humanity, a sort of dry and flat Sahara appears, these cities, crowded with petty grotesques, malformations, phantoms, playing meaningless antics. Confess that everywhere, in shop, street, church, theatre, barroom, official chair, are pervading flippancy and vulgarity, low cunning, infidelity...
Page 9 - When I pass to and fro, different latitudes, different seasons, beholding the crowds of the great cities, "New York, Boston, Philadelphia, Cincinnati, Chicago, St Louis, San Francisco, New Orleans, Baltimore — when I mix with these interminable swarms of alert, turbulent, good-natured, independent citizens, mechanics, clerks, young persons — at the idea of this mass of men, so fresh and free, so loving and so proud, a singular awe falls upon me.
Page 13 - Their Presidents shall not be their common referee so much as, their poets shall.
Page 9 - But always, instead, a parcel of dandies and ennuyees, dapper little gentlemen from abroad, who flood us with their thin sentiment of parlors, parasols, piano-songs, tinkling rhymes, the five-hundredth importation — or whimpering and crying about something, chasing one aborted conceit after another, and forever occupied in dyspeptic amours with dyspeptic women.
Page 40 - I CELEBRATE myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you. I loafe and invite my soul, I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.