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Every move of him has the free play of the muscle of one who never knew what it was to feel that he stood

wound cuts, First rate to ride, to fight, to hit the bull's eye, to sail a skiff, to sing a song, or play

What play of Shakespeare, represented in America, is not an insult to America, to the marrow in its bones

1991), 28-103; Jay Grossman, " Manuprint " ( Walt Whitman Quarterly Review , 37.1 [2019], 46–65); and Peter

He sees eternity less like a play with a prologue and denouement . . . . he sees eternity in men and

I play not a march for victors only . . . . I play great marches for conquered and slain persons.

Play up there! the fit is whirling me fast.

I hope the fifes will play Yankee Doodle.

some playing, some slumbering? Who are the girls? who are the married women?

play the part that looks back on the actor or actress!

The most renown'd poems would be ashes, orations and plays would be vacuums.

to hear the bugles play, and the drums beat! To hear the crash of artillery!

Let the priest still play at immortality! Let death be inaugurated!

He sees eternity less like a play with a prologue and denouement . . . . he sees eternity in men and

I play not a march for victors only . . . . I play great marches for conquered and slain persons.

The most renowned poems would be ashes . . . . orations and plays would be vacuums.

Play up there! the fit is whirling me fast.

I hope the fifes will play Yankee Doodle.

He sees eternity less like a play with a prologue and denouement . . . . he sees eternity in men and

rapport with in the sight of the daybreak or a scene of the winter woods or the presence of children playing

eddies of the wind, A few light kisses . . . . a few embraces . . . . a reaching around of arms, The play

stand open and ready, The dried grass of the harvest-time loads the slow-drawn wagon, The clear light plays

From the cinder-strewed threshold I follow their movements, The lithe sheer of their waists plays even

I play not a march for victors only . . . . I play great marches for conquered and slain persons.

lights, The steam-whistle . . . . the solid roll of the train of approaching cars; The slow-march played

The most renowned poems would be ashes . . . . orations and plays would be vacuums.

own part, Witty, sensitive to a slight, ready with life or death for a friend, Fond of women, . . played

Play up there! the fit is whirling me fast.

underhold—the hair rumpled over and blinding the eyes; The march of firemen in their own costumes—the play

what was expected of heaven or feared of hell are now consumed, Mad filaments, ungovernable shoots play

I hope the fifes will play Yankee Doodle.

rest standing—they are too tired; Afar on arctic ice, the she-walrus lying drowsily, while her cubs play

returning home at evening—the musket-muzzles all bear bunches of flowers presented by women; Children at play—or

These are not to be cherish'd for themselves; They fill their hour, the dancers dance, the musicians play

play the part that looks back on the actor or actress!

Play the old role, the role that is great or small, ac- cording according as one makes it!

The most renown'd poems would be ashes, orations and plays would be vacuums.

all the dreams of the other dream- ers dreamers , And I become the other dreamers. 3 I am a dance—Play

I love to look on the stars and stripes—I hope the fifes will play Yankee Doodle.

defiles through the woods, gain'd at night, The British advancing, wedging in from the east, fiercely playing

Maryland have march'd forth to intercept the enemy; They are cut off—murderous artillery from the hills plays

AS I sit with others, at a great feast, suddenly, while the music is playing, To my mind, (whence it

the openings, and the pink turf, Different colors, pale gray and green, purple, white, and gold—the play

step they wend—they never stop, Successions of men, Americanos, a hundred millions; One generation playing

its part, and passing on, Another generation playing its part, and passing on in its turn, With faces

loos'd to the eddies of the wind; A few light kisses, a few embraces, a reaching around of arms; The play

ready; The dried grass of the harvest-time loads the slow- drawn slow-drawn wagon; The clear light plays

From the cinder-strew'd threshold I follow their movements; The lithe sheer of their waists plays even

the common air that bathes the globe. 18 With music strong I come—with my cornets and my drums, I play

not marches for accepted victors only—I play great marches for conquer'd and slain persons.

again, Amorous, mature—all beautiful to me—all wondrous; My limbs, and the quivering fire that ever plays

under-hold, the hair rumpled over and blinding the eyes; The march of firemen in their own costumes, the play

what was expected of heaven or fear'd of hell, are now consumed; Mad filaments, ungovernable shoots play

, He shall be lawless, rude, illiterate—he shall be one condemn'd by others for deeds done; I will play

remain in the same room with you, Little you know the subtle electric fire that for your sake is playing

some playing, some slumbering? Who are the girls? who are the married women?

These are not to be cherish'd for themselves; They fill their hour, the dancers dance, the musicians play

play the part that looks back on the actor or actress!

Play the old role, the role that is great or small, according as one makes it!

I love to look on the stars and stripes—I hope the fifes will play Yankee Doodle.

head; No more of soft astral, but dazzling and fierce, With war's flames, and the lambent lightnings playing

the praise of things, In the dispute on God and eternity he is silent, He sees eternity less like a play

Let the priest still play at immortality! Let death be inaugurated!

Trottoirs throng'd—vehicles—Broadway—the women— the shops and shows, The parades, processions, bugles playing

up here, soul, soul; Come up here, dear little child, To fly in the clouds and winds with me, and play

That you are here—that life exists, and identity; That the powerful play goes on, and you will contribute

remain in the same room with you, Little you know the subtle electric fire that for your sake is playing

some playing, some slumbering? Who are the girls? who are the married women?

force advancing with irresistible power on the world's stage; (Have the old forces, the old wars, played

How my thoughts play subtly at the spectacles around! How the clouds pass silently overhead!

again, Amorous, mature—all beautiful to me—all wondrous; My limbs, and the quivering fire that ever plays

under-hold, the hair rumpled over and blinding the eyes; The march of firemen in their own costumes, the play

what was expected of heaven or fear'd of hell, are now consumed; Mad filaments, ungovernable shoots play

, He shall be lawless, rude, illiterate—he shall be one condemn'd by others for deeds done; I will play

remain in the same room with you, Little you know the subtle electric fire that for your sake is playing

some playing, some slumbering? Who are the girls? who are the married women?

play the part that looks back on the actor or actress!

The most renown'd poems would be ashes, orations and plays would be vacuums.

I love to look on the stars and stripes—I hope the fifes will play Yankee Doodle.

Let the priest still play at immortality! Let death be inaugurated!

Around the idea of thee the strange sad war revolv- ing revolving , With all its angry and vehement play

again, Amorous, mature—all beautiful to me—all wondrous; My limbs, and the quivering fire that ever plays

under-hold, the hair rumpled over and blinding the eyes; The march of firemen in their own costumes, the play

what was expected of heaven or fear'd of hell, are now consumed; Mad filaments, ungovernable shoots play

, He shall be lawless, rude, illiterate—he shall be one condemn'd by others for deeds done; I will play

remain in the same room with you, Little you know the subtle electric fire that for your sake is playing

I love to look on the stars and stripes—I hope the fifes will play Yankee Doodle.

defiles through the woods, gain'd at night, The British advancing, wedging in from the east, fiercely playing

Maryland have march'd forth to intercept the enemy; They are cut off—murderous artillery from the hills plays

head; No more of soft astral, but dazzling and fierce, With war's flames, and the lambent lightnings playing

the praise of things, In the dispute on God and eternity he is silent, He sees eternity less like a play

Let the priest still play at immortality! Let death be inaugurated!

Trottoirs throng'd—vehicles—Broadway—the women— the shops and shows, The parades, processions, bugles playing

up here, soul, soul; Come up here, dear little child, To fly in the clouds and winds with me, and play