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... voice of one who in his own person fought against the Northern cause is uplifted in whole - souled praise of Lincoln's greatness . In the same year of 1893 the poems for the opening of the World's Columbian Exposition and for the ...
... voice of one who in his own person fought against the Northern cause is uplifted in whole - souled praise of Lincoln's greatness . In the same year of 1893 the poems for the opening of the World's Columbian Exposition and for the ...
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... to sea , Utter one voice of sympathy and shame . Sore heart , so stopped when it at last beat high ! Sad life , cut short just as its triumph came !Õó A deed accurs'd ! Strokes have been struck before By [ 14 ] THE MEMORY OF LINCOLN.
... to sea , Utter one voice of sympathy and shame . Sore heart , so stopped when it at last beat high ! Sad life , cut short just as its triumph came !Õó A deed accurs'd ! Strokes have been struck before By [ 14 ] THE MEMORY OF LINCOLN.
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... voices rising strong and solemn , With all the mournful voices of the dirges pour'd around the coffin , The dim - lit churches and the shuddering organs where [ 39 ] WALT WHITMAN.
... voices rising strong and solemn , With all the mournful voices of the dirges pour'd around the coffin , The dim - lit churches and the shuddering organs where [ 39 ] WALT WHITMAN.
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... on , dearest brother , warble your reedy song , Loud human song , with voice of uttermost woe . O liquid and free and tender ! O wild and loose to my soul - O wondrous singer ! You only I hear yet the star holds me , [ 43 ] WALT WHITMAN.
... on , dearest brother , warble your reedy song , Loud human song , with voice of uttermost woe . O liquid and free and tender ! O wild and loose to my soul - O wondrous singer ! You only I hear yet the star holds me , [ 43 ] WALT WHITMAN.
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... voices of children and women , The many moving sea - tides , and I saw the ships how they sail'd , And the summer approaching with richness , and the fields all busy with labor , And the infinite separate houses , how they all went on ...
... voices of children and women , The many moving sea - tides , and I saw the ships how they sail'd , And the summer approaching with richness , and the fields all busy with labor , And the infinite separate houses , how they all went on ...
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1865 By special ABRAHAM LINCOLN arms battle blood BLOOM'D Blue brave breast Brownell Captain cedars chant coffin cold and dead comrades Copyright dear death deck died dooryard dread earth Edmund Clarence Stedman eyes face fame Father fields Flag glory gray-brown bird grief guns HARVARD hear heart heart-shaped leaves heaven Henry Howard Brownell Houghton iron hand knew land LILACS LAST Lincoln's grave lips look lost battalions M. A. DeWolfe Maurice Thompson Maynard & Company MEMORY OF ABRAHAM Mifflin mighty mourn nation night o'er Passing patient Paul Laurence Dunbar peace permission of Messrs PHI BETA KAPPA poetic prairie praise President regiment Richard Henry Stoddard Richard Watson Gilder roll ships shores Sing singer smile solemn song sonnet soul special permission spirit spring stand star stern strife strong suffer'd summer swamp sweet tender thee thou thought thunder to-day Twas voice Walt Whitman
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42 ÆäÀÌÁö - As the night advanced, and I saw on the rim of the west how full you were of woe, As I stood on the rising ground in the breeze in the cool transparent night, As I watch'd where you pass'd and was lost in the netherward black of the night...
6 ÆäÀÌÁö - Life may be given in many ways, And loyalty to Truth be sealed As bravely in the closet as the field, So bountiful is Fate ; But then to stand beside her, When craven churls deride her, To front a lie in arms and not to yield, This shows, methinks, God's plan And measure of a stalwart man...
48 ÆäÀÌÁö - d be the fathomless universe, For life and joy , and for objects and knowledge curious, And for love, sweet love — but praise ! praise ! praise ! For the sure-enwinding arms of cool-enfolding death. Dark mother always gliding near with soft feet, Have none chanted for thee a chant of fullest welcome? Then I chant it for thee, I glorify thee above all, I bring thee a song that when thou must indeed come, come unfalteringly.
49 ÆäÀÌÁö - And the sights of the open landscape and the highspread sky are fitting, And life and the fields, and the huge and thoughtful night. The night in silence under many a star, The ocean shore and the husky whispering wave whose voice I know, And the soul turning to thee O vast and well-veil'd death, And the body gratefully nestling close to thee.
49 ÆäÀÌÁö - O vast and well-veil'd death, And the body gratefully nestling close to thee. Over the tree-tops I float thee a song, Over the rising and sinking waves, over the myriad fields and the prairies wide, Over the dense-pack 'd cities all and the teeming wharves and ways, I float this carol with joy, with joy to thee O death.
14 ÆäÀÌÁö - You lay a wreath on murdered LINCOLN'S bier; You, who with mocking pencil wont to trace, Broad for the self-complacent British sneer, His length of shambling limb, his furrowed face, His gaunt, gnarled hands, his unkempt, bristling hair, His garb uncouth, his bearing ill at ease, His lack of all we prize as debonair, Of power or will to shine, of art to please; You, whose smart pen backed up the pencil's laugh, Judging each step as though the way were plain: Reckless, so it could point its paragraph,...
9 ÆäÀÌÁö - O CAPTAIN ! my Captain ! our fearful trip is done ; The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won; The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring. But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies. Fallen cold and dead.
44 ÆäÀÌÁö - O how shall I warble myself for the dead one there I loved? And how shall I deck my song for the large sweet soul that has gone? And what shall my perfume be for the grave of him I love?
46 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... the farmers preparing their crops, In the large unconscious scenery of my land with its lakes and forests, In the heavenly aerial beauty, (after the perturb'd winds and the storms,) Under the arching heavens of the afternoon swift passing, and the voices of children and women. The many-moving sea-tides, and I saw the ships how they sail'd, And the summer approaching with richness, and the fields all busy with labor...
46 ÆäÀÌÁö - I sat in the day and look'd forth, In the close of the day with its light and the fields of spring, and the farmers preparing their crops, In the large unconscious scenery...