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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

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

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.

To play at pastoral may be for a while the fashion, if the shepherds and shepherdesses are permitted

stand open and ready; The dried grass of the harvest-time loads the slow-drawn wagon; The clear light plays

dry and flat Sahara appears, these cities, crowded with petty grotesques, malformations, phantoms, playing

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

readings or for changes to this file, as noted: Elizabeth Lorang Zachary King Eric Conrad Walt Whitman to Peter

Walt Whitman to Peter Doyle, 28 July [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.

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

Sir: I enclose herewith the account of Peter R. Carll, Esq.

I think he has made Apollo (& his English fellow) too idle, a god of glorious play merely, whereas he

of them look small, ill fed, ill clothed, and are I heard over drilled—In Strasbourg—Prussian band plays

Shipman, under date of 8th instant, desires that "eleven (11) volumes of Peters' Reports, and seventeen

letter of the 12th isntant enclosing the letters of Major Poe, of the Light House Engineers, and of Peter

Poe to the Light House Board, and of Peter Brown, Saginaw Bay Light House Keeper, to Major Poe, in relation

bells are all ringing for 7 oclock church—there is a chime of bells in one of the churches—they are playing

Peters, Moulton, Ala.

Peters, 28 December 1871

three letters to you last week, & papers—I knew that policeman Doyle that was shot dead here—he was Peter

I saw in a newspaper that he was writing a play.

Peters John Addington Symonds to Walt Whitman, 7 February 1872

like writing—Good bye for to-day, my loving boy— Your true Father & Comrade always Walt Whitman to Peter

Walt Whitman to Peter Doyle, 23 February 1872

believe that is all this time, dear baby, Walt— with a kiss from your loving father— Walt Whitman to Peter

Walt Walt Whitman to Peter Doyle, 15 March [1872]

Your loving old Walt Walt Whitman to Peter Doyle, 22 March [1872]

this occasion—here is a good buss to you dear son from your loving Father always— Walt Whitman to Peter

Walt Walt Whitman to Peter Doyle, 5 April [1872]

arising out of a life of depression and enervation, as their result; or else that class of poetry, plays

Have the old forces played their parts? Are the acts suitable to them closed?"

famously remaked, "In the four quarters of the globe, who reads an American book, or goes to an American play

famously remaked, "In the four quarters of the globe, who reads an American book, or goes to an American play

how: to let my children grow fond of you—to take food with us; if my music pleased you, to let me play

Walt Whitman to Peter Doyle, 14 June [1872]

Walt Whitman to Peter Doyle, 18 June [1872]

dust—not a car to be seen or heard—green grass every where—no smell of coal tar —As I write a party are playing

Your loving Walt Walt Whitman to Peter Doyle, 27 June [1872]

Love to you dear son, Walt Walt Whitman to Peter Doyle, 12 July [1872]

spending a couple of hours with Joaquin Miller—I like him real well Walt $10 enclosed Walt Whitman to Peter

whatever I wish—& two or three good friends here—So I want you to not feel at all uneasy—as I write, Peter

confined in your room and unable to walk but i am glad to hear your friends is so kind i thought of peter

here the cold weather dont don't affect me so very much) good bie walter Walter dear remember me to peter