John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| Walt Whitman. (1819–1892) (continued) |
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| Beautiful that war and all its deeds of carnage, must in time be utterly lost; That the hands of the sisters Death and Night incessantly softly wash again and ever again, this soiled world. |
| Drum-Taps. Reconciliation. |
| 7408 |
| When lilacs last in the door-yard bloomed, And the great star early drooped in the western sky in the night, I mourned, and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring. |
| Memories of President Lincoln. 1. |
| 7409 |
| Come lovely and soothing death, Undulate round the world, serenely arriving, arriving, In the day, in the night, to all, to each, Sooner or later, delicate death. |
| Memories of President Lincoln. 14. |
| 7410 |
| Praised be the fathomless universe For life and joy and for objects and knowledge curious; And for love, sweet love—But praise! O praise and praise For the sure-enwinding arms of cool-enfolding Death. |
| Memories of President Lincoln. 14. |
| 7411 |
| O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done! The ship has weathered every wrack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting. |
| Memories of President Lincoln. O Captain! my Captain! |
| 7412 |
| Liberty is to be subserved, whatever occurs. |
| To a Foiled European Revolutionaire. |
| 7413 |
| Peace is always beautiful. |
| The Sleepers. 7. |
| 7414 |
| What do you suppose will satisfy the soul except to walk free and own no superior? |
| Laws for Creations. |
| 7415 |
| To me every hour of the light and dark is a miracle, Every cubic inch of space is a miracle. |
| Miracles. |