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Search : PETER MAILLAND PLAY
Work title : To Think Of Time

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Talbot Wilson

  • Date: Between 1847 and 1854
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

Great latitude must be allowed to others Bring Play your muscle, and it will be lithe as willow and gutta

Whitman and His Poems," first published in the United States Review : "Every move of him has the free play

Leaves of Grass (1867)

  • Date: 1867
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

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!

Leaves of Grass (1855)

  • Date: 1855
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

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.

Leaves of Grass, "To Think of Time . . . . To Think Through"

  • Date: 1855
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

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

Leaves of Grass (1881–1882)

  • Date: 1881–1882
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

- ing playing within me.

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

To go to battle—to hear the bugles play and the drums beat!

The passionate teeming plays this curtain hid!)

I am a dance—play up there! the fit is whirling me fast!

Leaves of Grass (1860–1861)

  • Date: 1860–1861
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

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!

Leaves of Grass (1856)

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

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!

Burial Poem.

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

his own part, witty, sensitive to a slight, ready with life or death for a friend, fond of women, played

Leaves of Grass (1891–1892)

  • Date: 1891–1892
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

- ing playing within me.

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

To go to battle—to hear the bugles play and the drums beat!

The passionate teeming plays this curtain hid!)

I am a dance—play up there! the fit is whirling me fast!

"Leaves of Grass"

  • Date: September 1887
  • Creator(s): Lewin, Walter
Text:

Bucke, his intimate friend and truly able biographer, who plays Boswell to Whitman's Johnson, reports

Peter Bayne. Among Whitman's personal friends were Bryant and Longfellow.

Walt Whitman

  • Date: 4 July 1868
  • Creator(s): Anonymous
Text:

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

Review of Leaves of Grass (1860–61)

  • Date: 9 June 1860
  • Creator(s): Anonymous
Text:

prose is verse, and all that is not verse is prose," a line from Le Bourgeois Gentilhomme (1670), a play

Annotations Text:

prose is verse, and all that is not verse is prose," a line from Le Bourgeois Gentilhomme (1670), a play

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