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  • 1891 78
Search : PETER MAILLAND PLAY
Year : 1891

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Proud Music of the Storm.

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

and strength, all hues we know, Green blades of grass and warbling birds, children that gambol and play

all the rest, maternity of all the rest, And with it every instrument in multitudes, The players playing

The Sleepers.

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

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

Assurances.

  • Date: 1891–1892
  • 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

Thought.

  • Date: 1891–1892
  • 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 comes

My Canary Bird.

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

count great, O soul, to penetrate the themes of mighty books, Absorbing deep and full from thoughts, plays

Death of General Grant.

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

As one by one withdraw the lofty actors, From that great play on history's stage eterne, That lurid,

Soon Shall the Winter's Foil Be Here.

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

robin, lark and thrush, singing their songs—the flitting bluebird; For such the scenes the annual play

Years of the Modern.

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

force advancing with irresistible power on the world's stage, (Have the old forces, the old wars, played

Song at Sunset.

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

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

The Pallid Wreath.

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

No, while memories subtly play—the past vivid as ever; For but last night I woke, and in that spectral

Old Chants.

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

Dante, flocks of singing birds, The Border Minstrelsy, the bye-gone ballads, feudal tales, essays, plays

The Unexpress'd.

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

After the cycles, poems, singers, plays, Vaunted Ionia's, India's—Homer, Shakspere—the long, long times

O You Whom I Often and Silently Come.

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

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

- ing playing within me.

Salut Au Monde!

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

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

Crossing Brooklyn Ferry.

  • Date: 1891–1892
  • 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!

Our Old Feuillage.

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

rest standing, they are too tired, Afar on arctic ice the she-walrus lying drowsily while her cubs play

evening, the musket-muz- zles musket-muzzles all bear bunches of flowers presented by women; Children at play

A Song of Joys.

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

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

Song of the Broad-Axe.

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

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

Song of the Exposition.

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

Away with novels, plots and plays of foreign courts, Away with love-verses sugar'd in rhyme, the intrigues

A Song for Occupations.

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

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

Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking.

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

leaving his bed wander'd alone, bareheaded, barefoot, Down from the shower'd halo, Up from the mystic play

The World Below the Brine.

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

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

Starting From Paumanok.

  • Date: 1891–1892
  • 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

Song of Myself.

  • Date: 1891–1892
  • 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

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 the Garden the World

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

hair rumpled over and blind- ing 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: 1891–1892
  • 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

By Blue Ontario's Shore.

  • Date: 1891–1892
  • 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

Out From Behind This Mask.

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

The passionate teeming plays this curtain hid!)

A Boston Ballad.

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

I love to look on the Stars and Stripes, I hope the fifes will play Yankee Doodle.

O Me! O Life!

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

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

Song of the Banner at Daybreak.

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

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

The Centenarian's Story.

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

defiles through the woods, gain'd at night, The British advancing, rounding in from the east, fiercely playing

march'd forth to inter- cept intercept the enemy, They are cut off, murderous artillery from the hills plays

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!

Essay. Leaves of Grass (1891)

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

New World receives with joy the poems of the antique, with European feudalism's rich fund of epics, plays

Cluster: Inscriptions. (1891)

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

Around the idea of thee the war revolving, With all its angry and vehement play of causes, (With vast

Cluster: Children of Adam. (1891)

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

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

hair rumpled over and blind- ing 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. (1891)

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

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

- ing playing within me.

Cluster: Sea-Drift. (1891)

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

leaving his bed wander'd alone, bareheaded, barefoot, Down from the shower'd halo, Up from the mystic play

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

Cluster: By the Roadside. (1891)

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

I love to look on the Stars and Stripes, I hope the fifes will play Yankee Doodle.

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

Cluster: Drum-Taps. (1891)

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

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

defiles through the woods, gain'd at night, The British advancing, rounding in from the east, fiercely playing

march'd forth to inter- cept intercept the enemy, They are cut off, murderous artillery from the hills plays

Cluster: Autumn Rivulets. (1891)

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

The passionate teeming plays this curtain hid!)

Cluster: Whispers of Heavenly Death. (1891)

  • Date: 1891–1892
  • 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

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

Cluster: Songs of Parting. (1891)

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

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!

To Thee Old Cause.

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

Around the idea of thee the war revolving, With all its angry and vehement play of causes, (With vast

Dr. John Johnston to Walt Whitman, 3 January 1891

  • Date: January 3, 1891
  • Creator(s): Dr. John Johnston
Text:

thousands on the Town Hall Square—the great central open space in the town—to listen to the band which plays

midnight & upon the last stroke of 12 everybody wishes everybody else a "Happy New Year," the band then playing

William Sloane Kennedy to Walt Whitman, 19 January 1891

  • Date: January 19, 1891
  • Creator(s): William Sloane Kennedy
Annotations Text:

He was the author of numerous plays, sonnets, and narrative poems.

Margrave Kenyon to Walt Whitman, 22 February 1891

  • Date: February 22, 1891
  • Creator(s): Margrave Kenyon
Text:

powers far greater than Irving's, if you can see special merit & a new great teaching in the Norse play

As publishers do not care to buy the play, I cannot get into public notice.

Annotations Text:

The full name of this play is Madansema, Slave of Love; re Tolstoi, a counter-song to anti-marriage,

Clara Jecks (1854–1951) was an English actress and singer who often played the roles of either young

Helena Modjeska (1840–1909) was a well-known Polish actress, particularly famous for playing Shakespearean

Mary A. Jordan to Walt Whitman, 8 March 1891

  • Date: March 8, 1891
  • Creator(s): Mary A. Jordan
Text:

Probably you do not, nor that you used to be very good to them, playing "tag" and marbles with them—now

James W. Wallace to Walt Whitman, 3 April 1891

  • Date: April 3, 1891
  • Creator(s): James W. Wallace
Annotations Text:

is referencing Hamlet's "To be, or not to be" soliloquy in Act 3, Scene 1 of William Shakespeare's play

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