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

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

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.

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

- 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!

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

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.

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

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!

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

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

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

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

The passionate teeming plays this curtain hid!)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

thronged—vehicles—Broadway—the wo- men women —the shops and shows, The parades, processions, bugles playing

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

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

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

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!

Once more I enforce you to give play to yourself— and not depend on me, or on any one but yourself, Once

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

Let priests still play at immortality! Let Death be inaugurated!

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

play the part that looks back on the actor or actress!

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

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

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

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

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

step they wend—they never stop, Successions of men, Americanos, a hundred millions, One generation playing

its part and passing on, And another generation playing its part and passing on in its turn, With faces

loosed to the eddies of the wind, A few light kisses, a few embraces, a reaching around of arms, The play

From the cinder-strewed threshold I follow their movements, The lithe sheer of their waists plays even

I believe in those winged purposes, And acknowledge red, yellow, white, playing within me, And consider

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

colored lights, The steam-whistle—the solid roll of the train of approaching cars, The slow-march played

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.

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

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!

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

Some playing, some slum- bering slumbering ? Who are the girls? Who are the married women?

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