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  • 1867 41
Search : PETER MAILLAND PLAY
Year : 1867

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Walt Whitman's Works

  • Date: 3 March 1867
  • Creator(s): Anonymous
Text:

may be gathered from one or two passage selected as illustrative of different phases of mind:— "I play

not here marches for victors only; I play great marches for conquered and slain persons.

Walt Whitman

  • Date: 8 June 1867
  • Creator(s): Anonymous
Text:

muscular build, his antecedents here being a race of farmers and mechanics, silent, good-natured, playing

Walt Whitman

  • Date: November 1867
  • Creator(s): Buchanan, Robert
Text:

All, he says, is sweet—smell, taste, thought, the play of his limbs, the fantasies of his mind; every

Notes on Walt Whitman

  • Date: 1867
  • Creator(s): John Burroughs
Text:

sky, and yet from time to time, and especially in some of the concluding parts, abandons itself to a play

or have the rocks and the weeds a part to play also?

unconscionable energy, as of earthquakes, and ocean storms, and cleft mountains, across which things of beauty play

John M. Binckley to Leander Holmes, 4 November 1867

  • Date: November 4, 1867
  • Creator(s): John M. Binckley | Walt Whitman
Text:

Courts, the latter being a species of power incident to the Legislative power of the United States. 1 Peters

Canter , 1 Peters, 542.

John M. Binckley to Ulysses S. Grant, 15 August 1867

  • Date: August 15, 1867
  • Creator(s): John M. Binckley | Walt Whitman
Text:

States a good and valid Title in fee to said Lot. 2; That the proposed conveyance of Lot 64, from Peter

Wright, to which reference is made in a Deed of said Lot from Henry Thalimer to the said Peter, dated

Matthew F. Pleasants to John Peters, 9 December 1867

  • Date: December 9, 1867
  • Creator(s): Matthew F. Pleasants | Walt Whitman
Text:

Peters, House of Representatives.

Pleasants to John Peters, 9 December 1867

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!

Cluster: Thoughts. (1867)

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

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

Cluster: Leaves of Grass. (1867)

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

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

Starting From Paumanok

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

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

Walt Whitman

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

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.

To the Garden, the World

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

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

I Sing the Body Electric

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

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

Native Moments

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

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

O You Whom I Often and Silently Come

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

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

Salut Au Monde!

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

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

Song of the Broad-Axe

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

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

Crossing Brooklyn Ferry

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

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!

To Get Betimes in Boston Town

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

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

Cluster: Children of Adam. (1867)

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

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

Cluster: Calamus. (1867)

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

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

A Word Out of the Sea

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

wander'd alone, bare- headed bare-headed , barefoot, Down from the shower'd halo, Up from the mystic play

To Workingmen

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

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

American Feuillage

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

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

Mannahatta

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

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

Thoughts 5

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

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

Poems of Joy

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

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

Respondez!

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

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

Leaves of Grass 4

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

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

Sleep-Chasings

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

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

Song of the Banner at Day-Break

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

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

The Centenarian's Story

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

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

Years of the Unperform'd

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

races; I see that force advancing with irresistible power on the world's stage; (Have the old forces played

O Me! O Life!

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

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

As I Sat Alone by Blue Ontario's Shore

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

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

Song at Sunset

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

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

Assurances

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

limitless—in vain I try to think how limitless; I do not doubt that the orbs, and the systems of orbs, play

Walt Whitman to Louisa Van Velsor Whitman, 23 April 186[7]

  • Date: April 23, 1867
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

Aloysius Church—they were ringing a chime of bells, three or four bells playing a sort of tune, sounded

Walt Whitman to William D. O'Connor, 15 September [1867]

  • Date: September 15, 1867
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

Ada Clare is an actress—has lately been playing at Memphis, Tenn—is now about playing at Albany—Clapp

Walt Whitman to William D. O'Connor (for Moncure D. Conway), [10 November 1867]

  • Date: November 10, 1867
  • Creator(s): Walt Whitman
Text:

Instead of that, the Book is the product of the largest universal law & play of things, & of that sense

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