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  Septette A Hint of Wild Nature Loafing in the Woods A Contralto Voice Seeing Niagara to Advantage Jaunting


id: 8813
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  Society" The Tramp and Strike Questions Democracy in the New World Foundation Stages--then Others General Suffrage, Elections, Etc


id: 8813
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  Leaves or Grass"--pieces, here, some new, some old--nearly all of them (sombre as many are, making this almost death''s book) composed in by-gone atmospheres of perfect health--and preceded by the freshest collection


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id: 27494
title: The Patriotic Poems of Walt Whitman
author: Whitman, Walt
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  And come to the front door mother, here''s a letter from thy dear son. O a strange hand writes for our dear son, O stricken mother''s soul! Of gather''d dead from all America, North, South, East, West, whence Arm''d regiments arrive every day, pass through the city, and embark An old man bending I come among new faces, Come tell us old man, as from young men and maidens that love me And the great star early droop''d in the western sky in the night, Death''s outlet song of life (for well dear brother I know, Through day and night with the great cloud darkening the land, And how shall I deck my song for the large sweet soul that has gone? life of the woods, the strong day''s work, Cities, labours, death, animals, products, war, good and evil--these _Chant me the poem_, it said, _that comes from the soul of America,


id: 8388
title: Poems by Walt Whitman
author: Whitman, Walt
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  you shall do: love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give The messages of great poets to each man and woman are,--Come to us on equal father, there shall be love between the poet and the man of demonstrable prefer long-lived things, and favours body and soul the same, and perceives I faithfully loved you and cared for you living--I think we shall surely An old man bending, I come among new faces, "Come tell us, old man," (as from young men and maidens that love me, Years The time will come, though I stop here to-day and to-night. Of him I love day and night, I dreamed I heard he was dead; Through day and night, with the great cloud darkening the land, The great masters know the earth''s words, and use them more than the Life of the great round world, the sun and stars, and of man--I, the


id: 8813
title: Complete Prose Works Specimen Days and Collect, November Boughs and Goodbye My Fancy
author: Whitman, Walt
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  them--with a word about Brooklyn and New York cities, the times I lived Living in Brooklyn or New York city from this time forward, my life, and bay scenery, all about New York island, any time of a fine day--the hour, a day, a night like that can never again return. yet, old man," and looks at me with his great bright eyes. quick-passing, characteristic New York scene; the large, good-looking, I say we had best look our times and lands searchingly in the face, like and good man, had impressively said to me, that day--putting in form, If the United States, like the countries of the Old World, are also occurrences, loves, persons, not like many new and some old poets in a preach''d many times on Long Island, New York State. _New York, Great Exposition open''d in 1853._--I went a long time (nearly


id: 8801
title: Drum-Taps
author: Whitman, Walt
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  We ourselves in good time shall have to face and to more, my heart was full of affection for this beautiful old man tear, not a word, Vigil of silence, love and death, vigil for you my son Arm''d regiments arrive every day, pass through the city, and embark Your masculine voice O year, as rising amid the great cities, My General waited till the soldiers and wounded were all pass''d over, Baptized that day in many a young man''s bloody wounds, O a strange hand writes for our dear son, O stricken mother''s soul! An old man bending I come among new faces, Come tell us old man, as from young men and maidens that love me, His eyes are closed, his face is pale, he dares not look on the (Old as he was, his gray eyes yet shone out in battle like stars,)


id: 35725
author: Whitman, Walt
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  I suppose Jeff got quite a long letter I wrote, from camp, about a week get one meal a day, and know that mother and all are in good health, and Mother, my last letter home was a week ago to-day--we are having a dark _Washington, April 28, 1863._ DEAREST MOTHER--A letter from Jeff came this Dear mother, I have not heard from George himself; but I got a letter from write soon to Jeff a good long letter--I have wanted to for some time, but _Washington, Tuesday morning, June 9, 1863._ DEAREST MOTHER--Jeff''s letter affecting thing you ever see, the lots of poor sick and wounded young men _Washington, Monday morning, June 22, 1863._ DEAR MOTHER--Jeff''s letter _Washington, Aug. 11, 1863._ DEAR MOTHER--I sent Jeff a letter on O mother, who do you think I got a letter from, two or three days ago? Dear mother, I think twenty times a day about your sickness.

title:
  The Wound Dresser A Series of Letters Written from the Hospitals in Washington during the War of the Rebellion


