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wandered alone, bare- headed bareheaded , barefoot, Down from the showered halo, Up from the mystic play
the poem later titled "I Sing the Body Electric": "The march of firemen in their own costumes—the play
—the vocal performer to make far more of his song, or solo part, by by-play, attitudes, expressions,
edition of The bugle calls in the ballroom—the dancers gentlemen lead out go for their partners—the playing
The fingers of the pianist playing lightly and rapidly over the keys. illustration a man placing his
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
AS I sit with others, at a great feast, suddenly, while the music is playing, To my mind, (whence it
Once more I enforce you to give play to yourself— and not depend on me, or on any one but yourself, Once
I am a dance—Play up, there! the fit is whirling me fast!
—Here, at least if nowhere else if anywhere over the whole world, shall be fair play.
225 775 6000 1000 400 32-5-32 3 5 the same right to come that we have, and on the same terms.— Fair play
alarmed about the union of these states; , like all good and noble feelings, it is susceptible of being played
unerringly signified which is the their knowledge of a bogus article from solid gold : The men who played
the great parts in these plays dramas have all, without one single exception, been set aside, without
Some playing, some slum- bering slumbering ? Who are the girls? Who are the married women?
Even when his expression torments you, the great, surcharged soul that throbs and plays underneath, looks
loosed to the eddies of the wind, A few light kisses, a few embraces, a reaching around of arms, The play
to the open piano and struck with grandeur the opening chords of the Tannhaser overture; having played
prose is verse, and all that is not verse is prose," a line from Le Bourgeois Gentilhomme (1670), a play
prose is verse, and all that is not verse is prose," a line from Le Bourgeois Gentilhomme (1670), a play
Jourdain, in the play of Racine, was surprised to learn from his erudite master in philosophy that for
The character Monsieur Jourdain appears in a play by Molière (1622 - 1673) Le Bourgeois Gentilhomme .
.; The character Monsieur Jourdain appears in a play by Molière (1622 - 1673) Le Bourgeois Gentilhomme
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
to hear the bugles play, and the drums beat! To hear the artillery!
several notes that scholars have identified as autobiographical comments on Whitman's relationship with Peter
thronged—vehicles—Broadway—the wo- men women —the shops and shows, The parades, processions, bugles playing
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
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!
William Wycherley (1641-1716) was an English playwright whose plays juxtaposed deep-seated Puritanism
William Wycherley (1641-1716) was an English playwright whose plays juxtaposed deep-seated Puritanism
animal—and left people to infer that he was some such inspired brute as Jove infurried (sic) , when he played
Vaughan plays here with the popular proverb "A little nonsense now and then is relished by the wisest
, He shall be lawless, rude, illiterate—he shall be one condemned by others for deeds done; I will 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
Amorous, mature—all beautiful to me—all won- drous wondrous , My limbs, and the quivering fire that ever plays
a word, Lived the same life with the rest, the same old laugh- ing laughing , gnawing, sleeping, Played
play the part that looks back on the actor or actress!
Play the old rôle, the rôle that is great or small, according as one makes it!
AS I sit with others, at a great feast, suddenly, while the music is playing, To my mind, (whence it
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
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.
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!
remain in the same room with you, Little you know the subtle electric fire that for your sake is playing
How my thoughts play subtly at the spectacles around! How the clouds pass silently overhead!
Let priests still play at immortality! Let Death be inaugurated!
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
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.