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races; I see that force advancing with irresistible power on the world's stage; (Have the old forces played
force advancing with irresistible power on the world's stage; (Have the old forces, the old wars, played
force advancing with irresistible power on the world's stage, (Have the old forces, the old wars, played
force advancing with irresistible power on the world's stage, (Have the old forces, the old wars, played
tangle, openings, and pink turf, Different colors, pale gray and green, purple, white, and gold, the play
tangle, openings, and pink turf, Different colors, pale gray and green, purple, white, and gold, the play
wandered alone, bare- headed bareheaded , barefoot, Down from the showered halo, Up from the mystic play
wander'd alone, bare- headed bare-headed , barefoot, Down from the shower'd halo, Up from the mystic play
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.
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
I believe in those wing'd purposes, And acknowledge red, yellow, white, playing within me, And consider
not marches for accepted victors only—I play great marches for conquered and slain persons.
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
After the cycles, poems, singers, plays, Vaunted Ionia's, India's—Homer, Shakspere—the long, long times
The most renown'd poems would be ashes, orations and plays would be vacuums.
Around the idea of thee the strange sad war revolv- ing revolving , With all its angry and vehement play
Around the idea of thee the war revolving, With all its angry and vehement play of causes, (With vast
Around the idea of thee the war revolving, With all its angry and vehement play of causes, (With vast
again, Amorous, mature—all beautiful to me—all wondrous; My limbs, and the quivering fire that ever plays
again, Amorous, mature—all beautiful to me—all wondrous; My limbs, and the quivering fire that ever plays
again, Amorous, mature, all beautiful to me, all wondrous, My limbs and the quivering fire that ever plays
again, Amorous, mature, all beautiful to me, all wondrous, My limbs and the quivering fire that ever plays
I love to look on the stars and stripes—I hope the fifes will play Yankee Doodle.
AS I sit with others, at a great feast, suddenly, while the music is playing, To my mind, (whence it
AS I sit with others, at a great feast, suddenly, while the music is playing, To my mind, (whence it
AS I sit with others at a great feast, suddenly while the music is playing, To my mind, (whence it comes
AS I sit with others at a great feast, suddenly while the music is playing, To my mind, (whence it comes
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!
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
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
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
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
robin, lark and thrush, singing their songs—the flitting bluebird; For such the scenes the annual play
Away with novels, plots and plays of foreign courts, Away with love-verses sugar'd in rhyme, the intrigues
Away with novels, plots and plays of foreign courts, Away with love-verses sugar'd in rhyme, the intrigues
These are not to be cherish'd for themselves; They fill their hour, the dancers dance, the musicians play
These are not to be cherish'd for themselves; They fill their hour, the dancers dance, the musicians play
these are not to be cherish'd for themselves, They fill their hour, the dancers dance, the musicians play
these are not to be cherish'd for themselves, They fill their hour, the dancers dance, the musicians play
up here, soul, soul; Come up here, dear little child, To fly in the clouds and winds with me, and play
up here, soul, soul, Come up here, dear little child, To fly in the clouds and winds with me, and play
up here, soul, soul; Come up here, dear little child, To fly in the clouds and winds with us, and play
up here, soul, soul, Come up here, dear little child, To fly in the clouds and winds with me, and play
loos'd to the eddies of the wind, A few light kisses, a few embraces, a reaching around of arms, The play
From the cinder-strew'd threshold I follow their movements, The lithe sheer of their waists plays even
I believe in those wing'd purposes, And acknowledge red, yellow, white, playing within me, And consider
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 marches for conquer'd and slain persons.
loos'd to the eddies of the wind, A few light kisses, a few embraces, a reaching around of arms, The play
From the cinder-strew'd threshold I follow their movements, The lithe sheer of their waists plays even
I believe in those wing'd purposes, And acknowledge red, yellow, white, playing within me, And consider
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 marches for conquer'd and slain persons.
To go to battle—to hear the bugles play and the drums beat!
To go to battle—to hear the bugles play and the drums beat!
The most renown'd poems would be ashes, orations and plays would be vacuums.
The most renown'd poems would be ashes, orations and plays would be vacuums.
How my thoughts play subtly at the spectacles around! How the clouds pass silently overhead!
How my thoughts play subtly at the spectacles around! How the clouds pass silently overhead!
How my thoughts play subtly at the spectacles around! How the clouds pass silently overhead!