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Peters, Moulton, Ala.
Peters, 28 December 1871
Sir: In answer to your letter of the 13th instant, in reference to the U.S. military land at Point Peter
Peter M. Dox, House of Representatives, Washington, D. C.
Akerman to Peter M. Dox, 24 April 1871
honor to inform you that the District Attorney for Nebraska reports that no such persons as Swift, Peters
Military land at Point Peter, Georgia, I have the honor to enclose the certified copy of a deed from
Peter lands. Geo.
Sir: I enclose herewith the account of Peter R. Carll, Esq.
letter of the 12th isntant enclosing the letters of Major Poe, of the Light House Engineers, and of Peter
Shipman, under date of 8th instant, desires that "eleven (11) volumes of Peters' Reports, and seventeen
Poe to the Light House Board, and of Peter Brown, Saginaw Bay Light House Keeper, to Major Poe, in relation
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
These are not to be cherish'd for themselves; They fill their hour, the dancers dance, the musicians play
play the part that looks back on the actor or actress!
Play the old role, the role that is great or small, ac- cording according as one makes it!
The most renown'd poems would be ashes, orations and plays would be vacuums.
all the dreams of the other dream- ers dreamers , And I become the other dreamers. 3 I am a dance—Play
I love to look on the stars and stripes—I hope the fifes will play Yankee Doodle.
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
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
Let the priest still play at immortality! Let death be inaugurated!
Trottoirs throng'd—vehicles—Broadway—the women— the shops and shows, The parades, processions, bugles playing
up here, soul, soul; Come up here, dear little child, To fly in the clouds and winds with me, and play
That you are here—that life exists, and identity; That the powerful play goes on, and you will contribute
remain in the same room with you, Little you know the subtle electric fire that for your sake is playing
some playing, some slumbering? Who are the girls? who are the married women?
force advancing with irresistible power on the world's stage; (Have the old forces, the old wars, played
How my thoughts play subtly at the spectacles around! How the clouds pass silently overhead!
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.
I love to look on the stars and stripes—I hope the fifes will play Yankee Doodle.
Let the priest still play at immortality! Let death be inaugurated!
Around the idea of thee the strange sad war revolv- ing revolving , With all its angry and vehement play
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
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.
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
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
Let the priest still play at immortality! Let death be inaugurated!
Trottoirs throng'd—vehicles—Broadway—the women— the shops and shows, The parades, processions, bugles playing
up here, soul, soul; Come up here, dear little child, To fly in the clouds and winds with me, and play
That you are here—that life exists, and identity; That the powerful play goes on, and you will contribute
force advancing with irresistible power on the world's stage; (Have the old forces, the old wars, played
How my thoughts play subtly at the spectacles around! How the clouds pass silently overhead!
Around the idea of thee the strange sad war revolv- ing revolving , With all its angry and vehement play
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
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.
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
readings or for changes to this file, as noted: Elizabeth Lorang Zachary King Eric Conrad Walt Whitman to Peter
Walt Whitman to Peter Doyle, 14 July 1871
Walt Whitman to Peter Doyle, 28 July [1871]
readings or for changes to this file, as noted: Elizabeth Lorang Zachary King Eric Conrad Walt Whitman to Peter
is a very pleasant forenoon— When you write tell me if you have read Charles Reade's novel of "Foul Play
readings or for changes to this file, as noted: Elizabeth Lorang Zachary King Eric Conrad Walt Whitman to Peter
Foul Play, by Charles Reade and Dion Boucicault, was published in Boston in 1868.
bells are all ringing for 7 oclock church—there is a chime of bells in one of the churches—they are playing
He was the author of numerous plays, sonnets, and narrative poems.
I think he has made Apollo (& his English fellow) too idle, a god of glorious play merely, whereas he