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" And the charm of the carol rapt me, As I held as if by their hands my comrades in the night, And the voice of my spirit tallied the song of the bird. "
Selections from the Prose and Poetry of Walt Whitman - Page 182
by Walt Whitman - 1898 - 257 pages
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The New Anthology of American Poetry: Traditions and Revolutions, Beginnings ...

Steven Gould Axelrod, Camille Roman, Thomas J. Travisano - 2003 - 768 pages
...comrades three, And he sang the carol of death, and a verse for him I love. From deep secluded recesses, From the fragrant cedars and the ghostly pines so still, Came the carol of the bird. 3. Confined or penned in. And the charm of the carol rapt4 me, As I held as if by their hands my comrades...
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The Portable Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman - 2004 - 570 pages
...comrades three, And he sang the carol of death, and a verse for him I love. From deep secluded recesses, From the fragrant cedars and the ghostly pines so...held as if by their hands my comrades in the night, Come lovely and soothing death, Undulate round the world, serenely arriving, arriving, In the day,...
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Poets of the Civil War

J. D. McClatchy - 2005 - 211 pages
...comrades three, And he sang the carol of death, and a verse for him I love. From deep secluded recesses, From the fragrant cedars and the ghostly pines so...the voice of my spirit tallied the song of the bird. Come lovely and soothing death, Undulate round the world, serenely arriving, arriving, In the day,...
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The American Civil War: An Anthology of Essential Writings

Ian Frederick Finseth - 2006 - 629 pages
...And he sang what seem'd the song of death, and a verse for him I love. From deep secluded recesses, From the fragrant cedars, and the ghostly pines so still, Came the singing of the bird. And the charm of the singing rapt me, As I held, as if by their hands, my comrades...
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American Elegy: The Poetry of Mourning from the Puritans to Whitman

Max Cavitch - 352 pages
...three, And he sang the carol of death, and a verse for him I love. From the deep secluded recesses, From the fragrant cedars and the ghostly pines so...the voice of my spirit tallied the song of the bird. (Leaves of Grass, 2:535-36) The envelopment of loss, which descends once again in the form of a black...
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