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Search : of captain, my captain!
Work title : O Sun Of Real Peace
Year : 1871

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Leaves of Grass (1871)

  • Date: 1871
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

We closed with him—the yards entangled—the can- non cannon touch'd; My captain lash'd fast with his own

Now I laugh content, for I hear the voice of my little captain, We have not struck, he composedly cries

Only three guns are in use; One is directed by the captain himself against the ene- my's enemy's main-mast

Serene stands the little captain; He is not hurried—his voice is neither high nor low; His eyes give

The black ship, mail'd with iron, her mighty guns in her turrets—but the pluck of the captain and engineers

Cluster: Marches Now the War Is Over. (1871)

  • Date: 1871
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

What is this you bring my America? Is it uniform with my country?

I swear I will have each quality of my race in my- self myself , (Talk as you like, he only suits These

rapt verse, my call—mock me not!

my lands!

WEAVE IN, WEAVE IN, MY HARDY LIFE. WEAVE in! weave in, my hardy life!

O Sun of Real Peace.

  • Date: 1871
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

O the sun of the world will ascend, dazzling, and take his height—and you too, O my Ideal, will surely

O lips of my soul, already becoming powerless! O ample and grand Presidentiads!

(I must not venture—the ground under my feet men- aces menaces me—it will not support me: O future too

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