Walt Whitman, Poet and DemocratWilliam Brown, 1884 - 52 pages |
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... one outcome of a spirit of criticism peculiar to this century , and the same spirit is somewhat positive about the essence of poetry being spontaneity . Lord Tennyson has told us that he " does but sing because Walt Whitman . 3.
... one outcome of a spirit of criticism peculiar to this century , and the same spirit is somewhat positive about the essence of poetry being spontaneity . Lord Tennyson has told us that he " does but sing because Walt Whitman . 3.
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... century that has condemned the novel with a purpose ; but it was only the other day a practised craftswoman declared with general acceptance that , however that might be , the novel without a purpose was something worse - a sufficiently ...
... century that has condemned the novel with a purpose ; but it was only the other day a practised craftswoman declared with general acceptance that , however that might be , the novel without a purpose was something worse - a sufficiently ...
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... century , has been but preparation , adoles- cence . " " Enough , that while the piled embroidered shoddy gaud and fraud spreads to the superficial eye , the hidden warp and weft are genuine , and will wear for ever . Enough , in short ...
... century , has been but preparation , adoles- cence . " " Enough , that while the piled embroidered shoddy gaud and fraud spreads to the superficial eye , the hidden warp and weft are genuine , and will wear for ever . Enough , in short ...
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... entire anti - democratic Jeremiad . To Whitman there is no sting in the fact that Carlyle and Hugo and Tennyson cannot span the vast revolutionary arch 66 His thrown by the United States over the centuries , Walt Whitman . 19.
... entire anti - democratic Jeremiad . To Whitman there is no sting in the fact that Carlyle and Hugo and Tennyson cannot span the vast revolutionary arch 66 His thrown by the United States over the centuries , Walt Whitman . 19.
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... centuries of native passion , first - class pictures , tempests of life and death - an inexhaustible mine for the histories , drama , romance , and even philosophy , of peoples to come — indeed the verteber of poetry and art ( of ...
... centuries of native passion , first - class pictures , tempests of life and death - an inexhaustible mine for the histories , drama , romance , and even philosophy , of peoples to come — indeed the verteber of poetry and art ( of ...
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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.