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There are passages in the lines entitled 'Captain, My Captain,' and in the war-lyric commencing 'Beat
Come, my tan-faced children, Follow well in order, get your weapons ready; Have you your pistols?
For we cannot tarry here, We must march my darlings, we must bear the brunt of danger, We, the youthful
O my breast aches with ten- der tender love for all!
See, my children, resolute children, By those swarms upon our rear, we must never yield or falter, Ages
I too with my soul and body, We, a curious trio, picking, wandering on our way, Through these shores,
"Beginning my studies, the first step pleased me so much, The mere fact, consciousness—these forms—the
pleas'd me so much, I have never gone, and never wish'd to go, any further, But stop and loiter all my
for your dear sake, O soldiers, And for you, O soul of man, and you, love of comrades; The words of my
Whitman as follows: "You came to woo my sister, the human soul.