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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.
I play not a march for victors only, I play great marches for conquered and slain persons.
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 am a dance—Play up, there! the fit is whirling me fast!
Let priests still play at immortality! Let death be inaugurated!
inheritance of the English language—all the rich repertoire of traditions, poems, historics, metaphysics, plays
What play of Shakspeare, represented in America, is not an insult to America, to the marrow in its bones
loosed to the 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.
colored lights, The steam-whistle, the solid roll of the train of approaching cars, The slow-march played
some playing, some slum- bering slumbering ? Who are the girls? Who are the married women?
The most renowned poems would be ashes, ora- tions orations and plays would be vacuums.
cherished for them- selves themselves , They fill their hour, the dancers dance, the musi- cians musicians play
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 feared of hell, are now consumed, Mad filaments, ungovernable shoots play
the praise of things, In the dispute on God and eternity he is silent, He sees eternity less like a play
never told them a word, Lived the same life with the rest, the same old laughing, gnawing, sleeping, Played
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!
limitless—in vain I try to think how limitless; I do not doubt that the orbs, and the systems of orbs, play
I love to look on the stars and stripes, I hope the fifes will play Yankee Doodle.
I am a dance—Play up, there! the fit is whirling me fast!
Let priests still play at immortality! Let death be inaugurated!
his own part, witty, sensitive to a slight, ready with life or death for a friend, fond of women, played
thronged—vehicles—Broadway—the wo- men women —the shops and shows, The parades, processions, bugles playing
AS I sit with others, at a great feast, suddenly, while the music is playing, To my mind, (whence it
I am a dance—Play up, there! the fit is whirling me fast!
Once more I enforce you to give play to yourself— and not depend on me, or on any one but yourself, Once
I play not here marches for victors only—I play great marches for conquered and slain persons.
Let priests still play at immortality! Let Death be inaugurated!
to hear the bugles play, and the drums beat! To hear the artillery!
play the part that looks back on the actor or actress!
I am a dance—Play up, there! the fit is whirling me fast!
limitless—in vain I try to think how limitless; I do not doubt that the orbs, and the systems of orbs, play
the openings, and the pink turf, Different colors, pale gray and green, purple, white, and gold—the play
Amorous, mature—all beautiful to me—all won- drous 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 feared of hell, are now consumed, Mad filaments, ungovernable shoots play
, He shall be lawless, rude, illiterate—he shall be one condemned 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
AS I sit with others, at a great feast, suddenly, while the music is playing, To my mind, (whence it
step they wend—they never stop, Successions of men, Americanos, a hundred millions, One generation playing
its part and passing on, And another generation playing its part and passing on in its turn, With faces
loosed to the eddies of the wind, A few light kisses, a few embraces, a reaching around of arms, The play
From the cinder-strewed threshold I follow their movements, The lithe sheer of their waists plays even
I believe in those winged purposes, And acknowledge red, yellow, white, playing within me, And consider
I play not here marches for victors only—I play great marches for conquered and slain persons.
colored lights, The steam-whistle—the solid roll of the train of approaching cars, The slow-march played
the praise of things, In the dispute on God and eternity he is silent, He sees eternity less like a play
These are not to be cherished for themselves, They fill their hour, the dancers dance, the musicians play
13* The most renowned poems would be ashes, orations and plays would be vacuums.
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
Let priests still play at immortality! Let Death be inaugurated!
How my thoughts play subtly at the spectacles around! How the clouds pass silently overhead!
limitless—in vain I try to think how limitless; I do not doubt that the orbs, and the systems of orbs, play
the openings, and the pink turf, Different colors, pale gray and green, purple, white, and gold—the play
Some playing, some slum- bering slumbering ? Who are the girls? Who are the married women?
to hear the bugles play, and the drums beat! To hear the artillery!
wandered alone, bare- headed bareheaded , barefoot, Down from the showered halo, Up from the mystic play
Amorous, mature—all beautiful to me—all won- drous 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 feared of hell, are now consumed, Mad filaments, ungovernable shoots play
, He shall be lawless, rude, illiterate—he shall be one condemned by others for deeds done; I will play
I love to look on the stars and stripes, I hope the fifes will play Yankee Doodle.
remain in the same room with you, Little you know the subtle electric fire that for your sake is playing