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up here, soul, soul; Come up here, dear little child, To fly in the clouds and winds with me, and play
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
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
remain in the same room with you, Little you know the subtle electric fire that for your sake is playing
remain in the same room with you, Little you know the subtle electric fire that for your sake is playing
remain in the same room with you, Little you know the subtle electric fire that for your sake is playing
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.
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.
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!
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
Around the idea of thee the strange sad war revolv- ing revolving , With all its angry and vehement play
Around the idea of thee the war revolving, With all its angry and vehement play of causes, (With vast
Around the idea of thee the war revolving, With all its angry and vehement play of causes, (With vast
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
the openings, and the pink turf, Different colors, pale gray and green, purple, white, and gold—the play
I love to look on the stars and stripes—I hope the fifes will play Yankee Doodle.
Trottoirs throng'd—vehicles—Broadway—the women— the shops and shows, The parades, processions, bugles playing
That you are here—that life exists, and identity; That the powerful play goes on, and you will contribute
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!
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
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
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!
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!
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!
AS I sit with others, at a great feast, suddenly, while the music is playing, To my mind, (whence 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
AS I sit with others at a great feast, suddenly while the music is playing, To my mind, (whence it comes
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
—Workofsomesort Play?
Play? “Novel?
, but if a play it must straddle the line with poetry, with even the stage directions in some kind of
Oxford: Peter Lang, 2005. ———.
Gloucester ma: Peter Smith, 1972. ———. “Walt Whitman and His Poems.”
Whole letters were published by Bucke in Calamus, which contains Whitman's letters to Peter Doyle, and
At this time, the first two volumes of a projected five are scheduled for publication by Peter Lang Press
Comparison between Homer's Iliad Shakespeare's plays & Leaves of Grass Transcribed from digital images
What Lurks Behind Shakspere's Historical Plays?
Austin as Ariel, and Peter Richings as Caliban.
The vocal play and significance moves one more than books.
All work seem'd play to him.
Not for nothing does evil play its part among us.
Calamus: A Series of Letters Written During the Years 1868–1880 by Walt Whitman to a Young Friend (Peter
own personal reflections in his notebooks around 1870 in which he anguishes over his affection for Peter
The extensive body of letters Whitman wrote to Civil War soldiers, and especially Peter Doyle, usually
Brooks, has essayed to play principal (instead of second, as before) in a Congressional outrage, and
Yours truly, Peter G. Doyle.
This is where Shaw plays trumps.
The “Interview with Peter Doyle” by Dr.
a cat is passing through my poem; See—it plays the fiddle, rapturously: It plays sonatas, fugues, rigodons
aged cow; But most of all it plays nocturnes, and plays them pyrotechnically as befits the night time
Whitman played an interesting role in this endeavor.
Peter Boie read Walt Whitman's "Song ofMyself." ... Peter liked what he read about the animals.
child of nature, who feels equal to Peter and who tells him so.
Social Democrats' interest in Whitman comes into play here).
Hermann Peter Piwit and Peter Rtihmkorf (Reinbek: Rowohlt, 1976), p.l36.
The song plays variations on its principal themes, "I am a reaper" and "I hunger."
is based on a photo of Peter pulling himself up on the hood of a car.
The viewer is located within the room from which Peter apparently wants to escape.
He told her that the next issue of his newspaper was to be about Peter Doyle.
Outrageously elusive play is its essence.
contemplated a special study of Shakespeare's fools (though I was rather too tall for them, they should be played
He spoke of a German street band that now and then played in the neighborhood, "very well."
Later during the afternoon his little son asked me to play with him: we rambled over the ground, climbed
His affectionate bond with Peter Doyle, the Washington, D.C., streetcar conductor he met in late 1865
The quote is from Roman playwright Publius Terentius Afer's adaptation of the ancient Greek play "Heauton
Antipathy has reached inspired heights in such writers as Peter Bayne and Knut Hamsun, and this makes
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!