...forceps of the surgeon, The insignificant is as big to me as any, (What is less or more than a touch?) Logic and sermons never convince, The damp of the night drives deeper into my soul. (Only what proves itself to every man and woman is so, Only what nobody denies is so.) A minute and...

...forceps of the surgeon, The insignificant is as big to me as any, (What is less or more than a touch?) Logic and sermons never convince, The damp of the night drives deeper into my soul. (Only what proves itself to every man and woman is so, Only what nobody denies is so.) A minute and...

...ideals as all his books. It said these things in that persuasive way he has described so completely: Logic and sermons never convince; The damp of the night drives deeper into my soul. Ill But Whitman had many fine, poetic and suggestive things to say in words, too, in his Camden years....

...forceps of the surgeon, The insignificant is as big to me as any, (What is less or more than a touch?) Logic and sermons never convince, The damp of the night drives deeper into my soul. (Only what proves itself to every man and woman is so, Only what nobody denies is so.) A minute and...

...disregarded a large part of institutionalized Christianity in America. Even preaching seemed futile: Logic and sermons never convince; The damp of the night drives deeper into my soul. It was enough to cause consternation among the priesthood, always reverenced in America, to be told...

...contradiction, what right, Whitman asks, have you to suppose that nature obeys the laws of reason? "Logic and sermons never convince; The damp of the night drives deeper into my soul." Or even more strikingly — "Do I contradict myself? Very well, then, I contradict myself; (I am large...

...forceps of the surgeon, The insignificant is as big to me as any, (What is less or more than a touch?) Logic and sermons never convince, The damp of the night drives deeper into my soul. (Only what proves itself to every man and woman is so, Only what nobody denies is so.) A minute and...

...filth. I wear my hat as I please indoors or out. I find no sweeter fat than sticks to my own bones. Logic and sermons never convince, The damp of the night drives deeper into my soul. Behold I do not give lectures or a little charity, When I give I give myself. Neither a master nor...

...done or said returns at last to me, and we are to find our faith in something deeper than arguments : Logic and sermons never convince, The damp of the night drives deeper into my soul. So the poem goes on, in its second half, to an immense series of one-line pictures of all the doings...

...done or said returns at last to me, and we are to find our faith in something deeper than arguments : Logic and sermons never convince, The damp of the night drives deeper into my soul. So the poem goes on, in its second half, to an immense series of one-line pictures of all the doings...