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Year : 1856
Work title : Europe The 72d And 73d Years Of These States

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Leaves of Grass (1856)

  • Date: 1856
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

We closed with him, the yards entangled, the can- non cannon touched, My captain lashed fast with his

I laughed content when I heard the voice of my little captain, We have not struck, he composedly cried

Only three guns were in use, One was directed by the captain himself against the enemy's main-mast, Two

Serene stood the little captain, He was not hurried, his voice was neither high nor low, His eyes gave

riddled and slowly sinking, prepara- tions preparations to pass to the one we had conquered, The captain

Leaves of Grass

  • Date: 13 November 1856
  • Creator(s): Anonymous
Text:

Earth of the limpid gray of clouds brighter and clearer for my sake! Far-swooping elbowed earth!

the wounded person, My hurt turns livid upon me as I lean on a cane and observe.

Heat and smoke I inspired…I heard the yelling shouts of my comrades, I heard the distant click of their

I lie in the night air in my red shirt…the pervading hush is for my sake, Painless after all I lie, exhausted

"I, too, am not a bit tamed…I, too, am untransla- table untranslatable ; I sound my barbaric yawp over

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