| John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919. |
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| | | Walt Whitman. (18191892) (continued) |
| | | 7416 | I was thinking the day most splendid, till I saw what the not-day exhibited; I was thinking this globe enough, till there sprang out so noiseless around me myriads of other globes. |
| Night on the Prairies. |
| 7417 | | I see that I am to wait for what will be exhibited by death. |
| Night on the Prairies. |
| 7418 | | I swear I think there is nothing but immortality! |
| To think of Time. 9. |
| 7419 | The paths to the house I seek to make, But leave to those to come the house itself. |
| Thou Mother with thy Equal Brood. 1. |
| 7420 | | Society waits unformed and is between things ended and things begun. |
| Thoughts. 1. |
| 7421 | Now obey thy cherished secret wish, Embrace thy friendsleave all in order; To port and hawsers tie no more returning, Depart upon thy endless cruise, old Sailor! |
| Now Finalè to the Shore. (To Tennyson). |
| 7422 | I announce the great individual, fluid as Nature, chaste, affectionate, compassionate, fully armed; I announce a life that shall be copious, vehement, spiritual, bold, And I announce an end that shall lightly and joyfully meet its translation. |
| So Long! |
| | | William Wetmore Story. (18191895) |
| | | 7423 | I sing the hymn of the conquered, who fell in the Battle of Life, 1 The hymn of the wounded, the beaten, who died overwhelmed in the strife
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| | | Note 1. Whitman: To a Foiled European Revolutionaire; Now it seems to me, when it can not be helped that defeat is great. [back] |
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