Walt Whitman, Poet and DemocratWilliam Brown, 1884 - 52 pages |
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... and journalist , found the entire literature of his country ( he seems even to have included Emerson , on which head more anon ) absolutely and unpardonably unworthy of America's present greatness and future 8 Walt Whitman . со.
... and journalist , found the entire literature of his country ( he seems even to have included Emerson , on which head more anon ) absolutely and unpardonably unworthy of America's present greatness and future 8 Walt Whitman . со.
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John Mackinnon Robertson. absolutely and unpardonably unworthy of America's present greatness and future destinies . This was no random outburst of an hour of elevation ; the idea has become part of his judgment on American life , and ...
John Mackinnon Robertson. absolutely and unpardonably unworthy of America's present greatness and future destinies . This was no random outburst of an hour of elevation ; the idea has become part of his judgment on American life , and ...
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... future since . " There is no arguing down this elemental force of faith ; and he must be well set on his feet who can stedfastly resist it , even with the prediction of Baron Jacobi in " Democracy " fresh in his ears . When Whitman ...
... future since . " There is no arguing down this elemental force of faith ; and he must be well set on his feet who can stedfastly resist it , even with the prediction of Baron Jacobi in " Democracy " fresh in his ears . When Whitman ...
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... future . " His vast faith can swallow up their unbelief . " Fortunately the gestation of our thirty - eight empires ( and plenty more to come ) proceeds on its course , on scales of area and velocity immense and absolute as the globe ...
... future . " His vast faith can swallow up their unbelief . " Fortunately the gestation of our thirty - eight empires ( and plenty more to come ) proceeds on its course , on scales of area and velocity immense and absolute as the globe ...
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... future age will assuredly see one of the sickliest of all the moral conditions of modern life in this collapse of the American nervous system before a mere defiance of one social law by the man who , of all his race , has most ardently ...
... future age will assuredly see one of the sickliest of all the moral conditions of modern life in this collapse of the American nervous system before a mere defiance of one social law by the man who , of all his race , has most ardently ...
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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.