This is a list of all the questions and their associated study carrel identifiers. One can learn a lot of the "aboutness" of a text simply by reading the questions.
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8801 | Must I indeed learn to chant the cold dirges of the baffled? |
8801 | ( Were you looking to be held together by lawyers? |
8801 | And is this the ground Washington trod? |
8801 | And sullen hymns of defeat? |
8801 | And these waters I listlessly daily cross, are these the waters he cross''d, As resolute in defeat as other generals in their proudest triumphs? |
8801 | And what does it say to me all the while? |
8801 | Are the things so strange and marvellous you see or have seen? |
8801 | Are there arts worthy freedom and a rich people? |
8801 | Are there perfect women? |
8801 | Did you ask dulcet rhymes from me? |
8801 | Did you find what I sang erewhile so hard to follow? |
8801 | Did you seek the civilian''s peaceful and languishing rhymes? |
8801 | Do you hear the clank of the muskets? |
8801 | Is there a great moral and religious civilization-- the only justification of a great material one? |
8801 | Is there a pervading atmosphere of beautiful manners? |
8801 | Or by an agreement on a paper? |
8801 | Over the traffic of cities-- over the rumble of wheels in the streets; Are beds prepared for sleepers at night in the houses? |
8801 | Smell you the buckwheat where the bees were lately buzzing?) |
8801 | The next with cheeks yet blooming-- Who are you, sweet boy? |
8801 | Then the Mother of All with calm voice speaking, As to you Rebellious,( I seemed to hear her say,) why strive against me, and why seek my life? |
8801 | Then to the second I step- and who are you my child and darling? |
8801 | Was the wind piping the pipe of death under the black clouds? |
8801 | What is it fateful woman, so blear, hardly human? |
8801 | What stays with you latest and deepest? |
8801 | What, to passions I witness around me to- day? |
8801 | What, to pavements and homesteads here, what were those storms of the mountains and sea? |
8801 | When you yourself forever provide to defend me? |
8801 | Who are you my dear comrade? |
8801 | Who are you sweet boy with cheeks yet blooming? |
8801 | Who do you think that was marching steadily sternly confronting death? |
8801 | Why do you tremble and clutch my hand so convulsively? |
8801 | Why wag your head with turban bound, yellow, red and green? |
8801 | Why what comes over you now old man? |
8801 | With passions of demons, slaughter, premature death? |
8801 | Would the lawyer rise in the court to state his case before the judge? |
8801 | Would the talkers be talking? |
8801 | _ Child._ Father what is that in the sky beckoning to me with long finger? |
8801 | no sleepers must sleep in those beds, No bargainers''bargains by day-- no brokers or speculators-- would they continue? |
8801 | of curious panics, Of hard- fought engagements or sieges tremendous what deepest remains? |
8801 | or by arms? |
8801 | said I to myself, Must I indeed learn to chant the cold dirges of the baffled? |
8801 | the other was equally brave;) Now be witness again, paint the mightiest armies of earth, Of those armies so rapid so wondrous what saw you to tell us? |
8801 | was the sea risen? |
8801 | what are you? |
8801 | would the singer attempt to sing? |
35725 | ( Did you see my last letter in the New York_ Times_ of October 4th, Sunday?) |
35725 | ( Why has n''t Jeff sent me the_ Union_ with my letter in? |
35725 | And how are Mat''s girls? |
35725 | Any news from Han? |
35725 | Are the soldiers still on Fort Greene? |
35725 | Cases enough, do I say? |
35725 | Dear brother Jeff, how are you, and how is Matty, and how the dear little girls? |
35725 | Dear mother, have you got over all that distress and sickness in your head? |
35725 | Dear mother, how are you nowadays? |
35725 | Did he write you one about the same time? |
35725 | Did you hear from Mary''s Fanny since? |
35725 | Did you send my last letter to Han? |
35725 | Do you feel quite well again? |
35725 | Do you then think of getting new apartments, after the 1st of May? |
35725 | Does he get any good from that treatment with the baths, etc.? |
35725 | Does it affect your head like it did? |
35725 | Fred McReady is coming home very soon on furlough-- have any of the soldiers called on you? |
35725 | Has Andrew gone? |
35725 | Has she got all over it? |
35725 | Have you heard anything from George or Han? |
35725 | Have you heard anything from Mary or Han lately? |
35725 | Have you heard from sister Han? |
35725 | How are the Browns? |
35725 | How could any one writing in cold blood, to- day, hope to add words of any value to those he wrote then? |
35725 | How does Mat get along, and how little Sis and all? |
35725 | How is California? |
35725 | How is dear sister Mat, and how is Miss Mannahatta, and little Black Head? |
35725 | I got a letter from Mrs. Price this morning-- does Emmy ever come to see you? |
35725 | I had spells of deathly faintness and bad trouble in my head too, and sore throat( quite a little budget, ai n''t they?) |
35725 | I have not heard anything since from George-- have you heard anything further? |
35725 | I said to a lady who was looking with me,"Who can see that man without losing all wish to be sharp upon him personally?" |
35725 | I said,"What is it, my dear? |
35725 | I said,"Why, Oscar, do n''t you think you will get well?" |
35725 | Is Helen home and well? |
35725 | Is Probasco still in the store in N. Y.? |
35725 | Is she as good and interesting as she was six months ago? |
35725 | Is the little baby still hearty? |
35725 | It has been awful hot here now for twenty- one days; ai n''t that a spell of weather? |
35725 | Mat, do you go any to the Opera now? |
35725 | Matty, my dear sister, how are you getting along? |
35725 | Matty, my dear sister, how are you getting along? |
35725 | McReady yet, and do n''t they hear whether the 51st is near Nicholasville, Kentucky, yet? |
35725 | Mother, I believe I told you I had written to Mrs. Price-- do you see Emma? |
35725 | Mother, I have not heard from George since, have you? |
35725 | Mother, I hope you take things easy, do n''t you? |
35725 | Mother, I should like to hear how you are yourself-- has your cold left you, and do you feel better? |
35725 | Mother, I suppose you got my letter written Tuesday last, 29th March, did you not? |
35725 | Mother, did a Mr. Howell call on you? |
35725 | Mother, do any of the soldiers I see here from Brooklyn or New York ever call upon you? |
35725 | Mother, do n''t you miss_ Walt_ loafing around, and carting himself off to New York toward the latter part of every afternoon? |
35725 | Mother, do you ever hear from Mary? |
35725 | Mother, do you get your letters now next morning, as you ought? |
35725 | Mother, do you hear anything from George? |
35725 | Mother, do you recollect what I wrote last summer about throat diseases, when Andrew was first pretty bad? |
35725 | Mother, have you heard any further about Han? |
35725 | Mother, have you heard anything from Han since, or from Mary''s folks? |
35725 | Mother, have you heard anything from Han? |
35725 | Mother, have you heard anything from Han? |
35725 | Mother, have you heard anything whether the 51st went on with Burnside, or did they remain as a reserve in Kentucky? |
35725 | Mother, have you heard anything? |
35725 | Mother, how is Andrew? |
35725 | Mother, how is Eddy getting along? |
35725 | Mother, is George''s trunk home and of no use there? |
35725 | Mother, was it Will Brown sent me those? |
35725 | Mother, you do n''t say in either of them whether George has re- enlisted or not-- or is that not yet decided positively one way or the other? |
35725 | Mother, you have a comfortable time as much as you can, and get a steak occasionally, wo n''t you? |
35725 | O Matty, I have just thought of you-- dear sister, how are you getting along? |
35725 | O mother, who do you think I got a letter from, two or three days ago? |
35725 | So, Mannahatta, you tear Uncle George''s letters, do you? |
35725 | Was my last name signed at the bottom of it? |
35725 | We ask him how the Rebels treated him during those two days and nights within reach of them-- whether they came to him-- whether they abused him? |
35725 | Well, mother, I should like to know all the domestic affairs at home; do n''t you have the usual things eating, etc.? |
35725 | Well, mother, how are you getting along home?--how do you feel in health these days, dear mother? |
35725 | Well, mother, how do things go on with you all? |
35725 | Well, mother, we have commenced on another summer, and what it will bring forth who can tell? |
35725 | What have you heard from Mary and her family, anything? |
35725 | _ Times_ of Sunday, Oct. 4? |
35725 | _ Times_ of last Sunday-- did you see it? |
35725 | and Jess, is he about the same? |
35725 | and how is your wrist and arm, mother? |
35725 | and what is she doing now? |
35725 | did the money come? |
35725 | do you want anything?" |
27494 | ( For who except myself has yet conceiv''d what your children en- masse really are?). |
27494 | ( Say O Mother, have I not to your thought been faithful? |
27494 | ( Whom have you slaughter''d lately European headsman? |
27494 | ), What, to pavements and homesteads here, what were those storms of the mountains and sea? |
27494 | 10 O how shall I warble myself for the dead one there I loved? |
27494 | 11 O what shall I hang on the chamber walls? |
27494 | 12 Are you he who would assume a place to teach or be a poet here in the States? |
27494 | 3 Have you thought there could be but a single supreme? |
27494 | Ah Mother, prolific and full in all besides, yet how long barren, barren?) |
27494 | And how shall I deck my song for the large sweet soul that has gone? |
27494 | And what does it say to me all the while? |
27494 | And what shall my perfume be for the grave of him I love? |
27494 | And what shall the pictures be that I hang on the walls, To adorn the burial- house of him I love? |
27494 | Are there some of us to droop and die? |
27494 | Are you done with reviews and criticisms of life? |
27494 | Are you faithful to things? |
27494 | Are you not of some coterie? |
27494 | Ask''d room those flush''d immortal ranks, the first forth- stepping armies? |
27494 | BY BROAD POTOMAC''S SHORE By broad Potomac''s shore, again old tongue( Still uttering, still ejaculating, canst never cease this babble?) |
27494 | Can you hold your hand against all seductions, follies, whirls, fierce contentions? |
27494 | Can your performance face the open fields and the seaside? |
27494 | Chicago, Kanada, Arkansas? |
27494 | Come my tan- faced children, Follow well in order, get your weapons ready, Have you your pistols? |
27494 | Did you find what I sang erewhile so hard to follow? |
27494 | Did you seek the civilian''s peaceful and languishing rhymes? |
27494 | Do the corpulent sleepers sleep? |
27494 | Do the feasters gluttonous feast? |
27494 | Do they droop and end their lesson, wearied over there beyond the seas? |
27494 | Do you hold the like love for those hardening to maturity? |
27494 | Do you see who have left all feudal processes and poems behind them, and assumed the poems and processes of Democracy? |
27494 | Do you think a great city endures? |
27494 | Does it answer universal needs? |
27494 | Does it meet modern discoveries, calibres, facts, face to face? |
27494 | Does it not assume that what is notoriously gone is still here? |
27494 | Does it sound with trumpet- voice the proud victory of the Union in that secession war? |
27494 | Has it not dangled long at the heels of the poets, politicians, literats, of enemies''lands? |
27494 | Has the night descended? |
27494 | Have I not through life kept you and yours before me?) |
27494 | Have real employments contributed to it? |
27494 | Have the elder races halted? |
27494 | Have you learn''d the physiology, phrenology, politics, geography, pride, freedom, friendship of the land? |
27494 | Have you not imported this or the spirit of it in some ship? |
27494 | Have you possess''d yourself of the Federal Constitution? |
27494 | Have you sped through fleeting customs, popularities? |
27494 | Have you studied out the land, its idioms and men? |
27494 | Have you too the old ever- fresh forbearance and impartiality? |
27494 | Have you vivified yourself from the maternity of these States? |
27494 | How can I but as here chanting, invite you for yourself to collect bouquets of the incomparable feuillage of these States? |
27494 | I am he who walks the States with a barb''d tongue, questioning every one I meet, Who are you that wanted only to be told what you knew before? |
27494 | Is it not a mere tale? |
27494 | Is it not something that has been better told or done before? |
27494 | Is it uniform with my country? |
27494 | O lands, would you be freer than all that has ever been before? |
27494 | Or a teeming manufacturing state? |
27494 | Or hotels of granite and iron? |
27494 | Over the traffic of cities-- over the rumble of wheels in the streets; Are beds prepared for sleepers at night in the houses? |
27494 | Smell you the buckwheat where the bees were lately buzzing? |
27494 | TO A CERTAIN CIVILIAN Did you ask dulcet rhymes from me? |
27494 | Then my realities; What else is so real as mine? |
27494 | Then to the second I step-- and who are you my child and darling? |
27494 | These States, what are they except myself? |
27494 | Was the road of late so toilsome? |
27494 | Was the wind piping the pipe of death under the black clouds? |
27494 | Were the centuries steadily footing it that way, all the while unknown, for you, for reasons? |
27494 | Were the children straying westward so long? |
27494 | Were the precedent dim ages debouching westward from Paradise so long? |
27494 | What are your theology, tuition, society, traditions, statute- books, now? |
27494 | What do you think endures? |
27494 | What does it mean to American persons, progresses, cities? |
27494 | What is this you bring my America? |
27494 | What is your money- making now? |
27494 | What is your respectability now? |
27494 | What mocking and scornful negligence? |
27494 | What stays with you latest and deepest? |
27494 | What, to passions I witness around me to- day? |
27494 | Where are your cavils about the soul now? |
27494 | Where are your jibes of being now? |
27494 | Who are you indeed who would talk or sing to America? |
27494 | Who are you my dear comrade? |
27494 | Who are you sweet boy with cheeks yet blooming? |
27494 | Who are you that wanted only a book to join you in your nonsense? |
27494 | Whose is that blood upon you so wet and sticky?) |
27494 | Will it absorb into me as I absorb food, air, to appear again in my strength, gait, face? |
27494 | With passions of demons, slaughter, premature death? |
27494 | Would the lawyer rise in the court to state his case before the judge? |
27494 | Would the talkers be talking? |
27494 | You thought not to destroy those valuable houses, standing fast, full of comfort, built with money, May they stand fast, then? |
27494 | _ Child_ Father what is that in the sky beckoning to me with long finger? |
27494 | a prettiness?--is the good old cause in it? |
27494 | a rhyme? |
27494 | after death you shall be superb, Justice, health, self- esteem, clear the way with irresistible power, How dare you place any thing before a man? |
27494 | and for the errant? |
27494 | animating now to life itself? |
27494 | are you really of the whole People? |
27494 | are you very strong? |
27494 | did we stop discouraged nodding on our way? |
27494 | do you teach what the land and sea, the bodies of men, womanhood, amativeness, heroic angers, teach? |
27494 | for the last- born? |
27494 | has the hour come? |
27494 | have they lock''d and bolted doors? |
27494 | have you your sharp- edged axes? |
27494 | how can I but offer you divine leaves, that you also be eligible as I am? |
27494 | its substratums and objects? |
27494 | little and big? |
27494 | no sleepers must sleep in those beds, No bargainers''bargains by day-- no brokers or speculators-- would they continue? |
27494 | of curious panics, Of hard- fought engagements or sieges tremendous what deepest remains? |
27494 | or a prepared constitution? |
27494 | or any chef- d''oeuvres of engineering, forts, armaments? |
27494 | or the best built steamships? |
27494 | original makers, not mere amanuenses? |
27494 | said I to myself, Must I indeed learn to chant the cold dirges of the baffled, And sullen hymns of defeat? |
27494 | so wide the tramping? |
27494 | some school or mere religion? |
27494 | the other was equally brave); Now be witness again, paint the mightiest armies of earth, Of those armies so rapid so wondrous what saw you to tell us? |
27494 | was the sea risen? |
27494 | what are you? |
27494 | what can it do now? |
27494 | will it improve manners? |
27494 | would the singer attempt to sing? |
8388 | ( Is it night? |
8388 | ( said the boy''s soul,) Is it indeed toward your mate you sing? |
8388 | 2. Who is he that would become my follower? |
8388 | A man is a summons and challenge;( It is vain to skulk-- Do you hear that mocking and laughter? |
8388 | A young man came to me bearing a message from his brother; How should the young man know the whether and when of his brother? |
8388 | Accouchez!_ Will you rot your own fruit in yourself there? |
8388 | All architecture is what you do to it when you look upon it; Did you think it was in the white or grey stone? |
8388 | All hold spiritual joys, and afterwards loosen them: How can the real body ever die, and be buried? |
8388 | All waits for the right voices; Where is the practised and perfect organ? |
8388 | And I have dreamed that the satisfaction is not so much changed, and that there is no life without satisfaction; What is the earth? |
8388 | And how shall I deck my song for the large sweet soul that has gone? |
8388 | And what does it say to me all the while? |
8388 | And what shall my perfume be for the grave of him I love? |
8388 | And what shall the pictures be that I hang on the walls, To adorn the burial- house of him I love? |
8388 | And who but I should be the poet of comrades? |
8388 | And who but I should be the poet of comrades? |
8388 | Are all nations communing? |
8388 | Are its disposals without ignominious distinctions? |
8388 | Are there some of us to droop and die? |
8388 | Are they not continually putting distempered corpses in you? |
8388 | Are those billions of men really gone? |
8388 | Are those really Congressmen? |
8388 | Are those the great Judges? |
8388 | Are those women of the old experience of the earth gone? |
8388 | Are we here alone?) |
8388 | Are you retreating? |
8388 | Are you so earnest-- so given up to literature, science, art, amours? |
8388 | But there is one thing that belongs here-- shall I tell you what it is, gentlemen of Boston? |
8388 | Ca n''t you stand it? |
8388 | Can each see signs of the best by a look in the looking- glass? |
8388 | Come, my tan- faced children, Follow well in order, get your weapons ready; Have you your pistols? |
8388 | Could I wish humanity different? |
8388 | Could I wish the people made of wood and stone? |
8388 | Dark Mother, always gliding near, with soft feet, Have none chanted for thee a chant of fullest welcome? |
8388 | Daughter of the lands, did you wait for your poet? |
8388 | Did they achieve nothing for good, for themselves? |
8388 | Did we think victory great? |
8388 | Did you guess any of them lived only its moment? |
8388 | Did you suppose there could be only one Supreme? |
8388 | Did you wait for one with a flowing mouth and indicative hand? |
8388 | Do the corpulent sleepers sleep? |
8388 | Do the feasters gluttonous feast? |
8388 | Do their lives, cities, arts, rest only with us? |
8388 | Do they droop and end their lesson, wearied, over there beyond the seas? |
8388 | Do you enjoy yourself in the city? |
8388 | Do you hear the ironical echoes?) |
8388 | Do you know that Old Age may come after you, with equal grace, force, fascination? |
8388 | Do you mistake your crutches for firelocks, and level them? |
8388 | Do you suspect death? |
8388 | Do you think the great city endures? |
8388 | Does all sit there with you, with the mystic, unseen soul? |
8388 | Does he feel and make me feel? |
8388 | Does it improve manners? |
8388 | Does it live through them? |
8388 | Does it solve readily with the sweet milk of the breasts of the mother of many children? |
8388 | Does it still hold on untired? |
8388 | Does the ague convulse your limbs? |
8388 | Does the young man think often of him? |
8388 | Does this acknowledge liberty with audible and absolute acknowledgment, and set slavery at nought, for life and death? |
8388 | Does this answer? |
8388 | Father, what is that in the sky beckoning to me with long finger? |
8388 | Great is the Earth, and the way it became what it is: Do you imagine it has stopped at this? |
8388 | Great is the English brood-- what brood has so vast a destiny as the English? |
8388 | Great is the English speech-- what speech is so great as the English? |
8388 | Has any one fancied he could sit at last under some due authority, and rest satisfied with explanations, and realise and be content and full? |
8388 | Has it too the old, ever- fresh forbearance and impartiality? |
8388 | Has the night descended? |
8388 | Have I forgotten any part? |
8388 | Have I not told how the universe has nothing better than the best womanhood? |
8388 | Have the elder races halted? |
8388 | Have the marches of tens and hundreds and thousands of years made willing detours to the right hand and the left hand for his sake? |
8388 | Have you dreaded these earth- beetles? |
8388 | Have you feared the future would be nothing to you? |
8388 | Have you guessed you yourself would not continue? |
8388 | Have you pleasure from looking at the sky? |
8388 | Have you reckoned the landscape took substance and form that it might be painted in a picture? |
8388 | Have you reckoned them for a trade, or farm- work? |
8388 | He says indifferently and alike,"_ How are you, friend_?" |
8388 | How can I but, as here, chanting, invite you for yourself to collect bouquets of the incomparable feuillage of these States? |
8388 | How can you be alive, you growths of spring? |
8388 | How can you furnish health, you blood of herbs, roots, orchards, grain? |
8388 | I utter and utter: I speak not; yet, if you hear me not, of what avail am I to you? |
8388 | If I were to suspect death, I should die now: Do you think I could walk pleasantly and well- suited toward annihilation? |
8388 | If they had not reference to you in especial, what were they then? |
8388 | In the name of these States, shall I scorn the antique? |
8388 | Is he American? |
8388 | Is he beloved long and long after he is buried? |
8388 | Is he new? |
8388 | Is he rousing? |
8388 | Is it for the ever- growing communes of brothers and lovers, large, well united, proud beyond the old models, generous beyond all models? |
8388 | Is it for the nursing of the young of the republic? |
8388 | Is it not, on the contrary, true, if not absolutely, yet with a most genuine and substantial approximation? |
8388 | Is it something grown fresh out of the fields, or drawn from the sea, for use to me, to- day, here? |
8388 | Is it through you? |
8388 | Is it uniform with my country? |
8388 | Is it wonderful that I should be immortal? |
8388 | Is it you that thought the President greater than you? |
8388 | Is it you then that thought yourself less? |
8388 | Is not every continent worked over and over with sour dead? |
8388 | Is reform needed? |
8388 | Is that it from your liquid rims and wet sands? |
8388 | Is that the President? |
8388 | Is the beginningless past nothing? |
8388 | Is the house shut? |
8388 | Is the master away? |
8388 | Is there a single final farewell? |
8388 | Is this hour with the living too dead for you? |
8388 | Is to- day nothing? |
8388 | Let the questions rather be-- Is he powerful? |
8388 | Men and women crowding fast in the streets-- if they are not flashes and specks, what are they? |
8388 | Must I leave thee there in the door- yard, blooming, returning with spring? |
8388 | Must I leave thee, lilac with heart- shaped leaves? |
8388 | Must not Nature be persuaded many times? |
8388 | Must we barely arrive at this beginning of me?... |
8388 | No sleepers must sleep in those beds; No bargainers''bargains by day-- no brokers or speculators-- Would they continue? |
8388 | O how can the ground not sicken? |
8388 | O how shall I warble myself for the dead one there I loved? |
8388 | O what is it in me that makes me tremble so at voices? |
8388 | O what is my destination? |
8388 | O what shall I hang on the chamber walls? |
8388 | Old age, alarmed, uncertain-- A young woman''s voice, appealing to me for comfort; A young man''s voice,"_ Shall I not escape_?" |
8388 | Old institutions-- these arts, libraries, legends, collections, and the practice handed along in manufactures-- will we rate them so high? |
8388 | Or a teeming manufacturing state? |
8388 | Or by an agreement on a paper? |
8388 | Or hotels of granite and iron? |
8388 | Or men and women that they might be written of, and songs sung? |
8388 | Or that the growth of seeds is for agricultural tables, or agriculture itself? |
8388 | Or that there be no justice in destiny or time? |
8388 | Or the attraction of gravity, and the great laws and harmonious combinations, and the fluids of the air, as subjects for the savans? |
8388 | Or the brown land and the blue sea for maps and charts? |
8388 | Or the rich better off than you? |
8388 | Or the splendour of the night that envelops me? |
8388 | Or the stars to be put in constellations and named fancy names? |
8388 | Or to achieve yourself a position? |
8388 | Or with your mother and sisters? |
8388 | Over the traffic of cities-- over the rumble of wheels in the streets: Are beds prepared, for sleepers at night in the houses? |
8388 | Pale, silent, stern, what could I say to that long- accrued retribution? |
8388 | Smell you the buckwheat, where the bees were lately buzzing? |
8388 | The battle- ship, perfect- modelled, majestic, that I saw pass the offing to- day under full sail? |
8388 | The splendours of the past day? |
8388 | Then my realities; What else is so real as mine? |
8388 | Then to the second I step-- And who are you, my child and darling? |
8388 | These ostensible realities, politics, points? |
8388 | Think of manhood, and you to be a man; Do you count manhood, and the sweet of manhood, nothing? |
8388 | Think of womanhood, and you to be a woman; The creation is womanhood; Have I not said that womanhood involves all? |
8388 | This is unfinished business with me-- How is it with you? |
8388 | Those drunkards and gluttons of so many generations; Where have you drawn off all the foul liquid and meat? |
8388 | To bear-- to better; lacking these, of what avail am I? |
8388 | To think there will still be farms, profits, crops-- yet for you, of what avail? |
8388 | Was somebody asking to see the Soul? |
8388 | Was that your best? |
8388 | Was the road of late so toilsome? |
8388 | Was the wind piping the pipe of death under the black clouds? |
8388 | We understand, then, do we not? |
8388 | Were I as the head teacher, charitable proprietor, wise statesman, what would it amount to? |
8388 | Were I to you as the boss employing and paying you, would that satisfy you? |
8388 | Were all educations, practical and ornamental, well displayed out of me, what would it amount to? |
8388 | Were the centuries steadily footing it that way, all the while unknown, for you, for reasons? |
8388 | Were the children straying westward so long? |
8388 | Were the idea untrue, it would still be a glorious dream, which a man of genius might be content to live in and die for: but is it untrue? |
8388 | Were the precedent dim ages debouching westward from Paradise so long? |
8388 | Were those your vast and solid? |
8388 | Were you looking to be held together by the lawyers? |
8388 | Were you thinking that those were the words-- those delicious sounds out of your friends''mouths? |
8388 | Were you thinking that those were the words-- those upright lines? |
8388 | What I promised without mentioning it have you not accepted? |
8388 | What are the mountains called that rise so high in the mists? |
8388 | What are you doing, young man? |
8388 | What are your theology, tuition, society, traditions, statute- books, now? |
8388 | What can it do now? |
8388 | What climes? |
8388 | What do you hear, Walt Whitman? |
8388 | What do you need, Camerado? |
8388 | What do you see, Walt Whitman? |
8388 | What do you seek, so pensive and silent? |
8388 | What do you think endures? |
8388 | What is all this chattering of bare gums? |
8388 | What is it, then, between us? |
8388 | What is marvellous? |
8388 | What is that dusky spot in your brown yellow? |
8388 | What is that little black thing I see there in the white? |
8388 | What is the count of the scores or hundreds of years between us? |
8388 | What is there more, that I lag and pause, and crouch extended with unshut mouth? |
8388 | What is your money- making now? |
8388 | What is your respectability now? |
8388 | What myriads of dwellings are they, filled with dwellers? |
8388 | What rivers are these? |
8388 | What shall I give? |
8388 | What shapeless lump is that, bent, crouched there on the sand? |
8388 | What stays with you latest and deepest? |
8388 | What the push of reading could not start, is started by me personally, is it not? |
8388 | What the study could not teach-- what the preaching could not accomplish, is accomplished, is it not? |
8388 | What troubles you, Yankee phantoms? |
8388 | What waves and soils exuding? |
8388 | What widens within you, Walt Whitman? |
8388 | What, to passions I witness around me to- day, was the sea risen? |
8388 | What, to pavements and homesteads here-- what were those storms of the mountains and sea? |
8388 | Where are your cavils about the Soul now? |
8388 | Where are your jibes of being now? |
8388 | Where have you disposed of their carcasses? |
8388 | Where is the developed Soul? |
8388 | Who are the girls? |
8388 | Who are the infants? |
8388 | Who are the three old men going slowly with their arms about each others''necks? |
8388 | Who are they you salute, and that one after another salute you? |
8388 | Who are they, as bats and night- dogs, askant in the Capitol? |
8388 | Who are you, my dear comrade? |
8388 | Who are you, sweet boy, with cheeks yet blooming? |
8388 | Who knows but I am as good as looking at you now, for all you can not see me? |
8388 | Who knows but I am enjoying this? |
8388 | Who knows the curious mystery of the eyesight? |
8388 | Who was to know what should come home to me? |
8388 | Who would sign himself a candidate for my affections? |
8388 | Whom have you slaughtered lately, European headsman? |
8388 | Whose is that blood upon you, so wet and sticky? |
8388 | Why myself and all drowsing? |
8388 | Why, what have you thought of yourself? |
8388 | Will it help breed one good- shaped man, and a woman to be his perfect and independent mate? |
8388 | Will the same style, and the direction of genius to similar points, be satisfactory now? |
8388 | Will the whole come back then? |
8388 | Will you seek afar off? |
8388 | Will you squat and stifle there? |
8388 | With passions of demons, slaughter, premature death? |
8388 | Would the lawyer rise in the court to state his case before the judge? |
8388 | Would the talkers be talking? |
8388 | Your ambition or business, whatever it may be? |
8388 | [ 1] Why reclining, interrogating? |
8388 | _ AUXILIARIES._ WHAT place is besieged, and vainly tries to raise the siege? |
8388 | _ PARTING FRIENDS._ What think you I take my pen in hand to record? |
8388 | _ SINGING IN SPRING._ These I, singing in spring, collect for lovers: For who but I should understand lovers, and all their sorrow and joy? |
8388 | _ WHEREFORE?_ O me! |
8388 | _ WONDERS._ 1. Who learns my lesson complete? |
8388 | and do the middle- aged and the old think of him? |
8388 | and the young woman think often of him? |
8388 | and which are my miracles? |
8388 | are the acts suitable to them closed? |
8388 | did we stop discouraged, nodding on our way? |
8388 | do I not see my love fluttering out there among the breakers? |
8388 | do you not see how it would serve to have eyes, blood, complexion, clean and sweet? |
8388 | do you think it is love? |
8388 | has the hour come? |
8388 | have they locked and bolted doors? |
8388 | have you pleasure from poems? |
8388 | have you your sharp- edged axes? |
8388 | how can I but offer you divine leaves, that you also be eligible as I am? |
8388 | is it too only halting a while, Till night and sleep pass over?) |
8388 | is there going to be but one heart to the globe? |
8388 | is there nothing greater or more? |
8388 | must all then amount to but this? |
8388 | of curious panics, Of hard- fought engagements, or sieges tremendous, what deepest remains?" |
8388 | or a prepared constitution? |
8388 | or any_ chefs- d''oeuvre_ of engineering, forts, armaments? |
8388 | or by arms? |
8388 | or engaged in business? |
8388 | or for the profits of a store? |
8388 | or in womanly housework? |
8388 | or is it mostly to me? |
8388 | or is it without reference to universal needs? |
8388 | or old needs of pleasure overlaid by modern science and forms? |
8388 | or planning a nomination and election? |
8388 | or sprung of the needs of the less developed society of special ranks? |
8388 | or the beautiful maternal cares? |
8388 | or the best- built steamships? |
8388 | or the educated wiser than you? |
8388 | or the lines of the arches and cornices? |
8388 | or to fill a gentleman''s leisure, or a lady''s leisure? |
8388 | or with your wife and family? |
8388 | so sad, recurring-- What good amid these, O me, O life? |
8388 | so wide the tramping? |
8388 | some playing, some slumbering? |
8388 | the increase abandoned? |
8388 | those curves, angles, dots? |
8388 | what are Body and Soul without satisfaction? |
8388 | what are you? |
8388 | what forests and fruits are these? |
8388 | what is impossible or baseless or vague? |
8388 | what is unlikely? |
8388 | what persons and lands are here? |
8388 | what were God? |
8388 | who are the married women? |
8388 | who makes much of a miracle? |
8388 | would not people laugh at me? |
8388 | would the singer attempt to sing? |
8813 | And pray, sir,continued Lugare, as the outward signs of wrath disappear''d from his features;"what were you about the garden for? |
8813 | But you must be very tired, Frank,rejoin''d the other;"wo n''t you let some of us harness up and carry you? |
8813 | Can you relate nothing, then? |
8813 | Do you know one Richard Hall that lives somewhere here among you? |
8813 | Do you see that, sir? 8813 Do you think to make me believe your lies? |
8813 | For what,he ask''d,"would this life be without immortality? |
8813 | I guess so,said I;"what might it be about?" |
8813 | Not_ all day_, Charley? |
8813 | Now, Mr. Whitman,spoke up one of the girls,"what have you to say about Thanksgiving? |
8813 | The Highest said: Do n''t let us begin so low-- isn''t our range too coarse-- too gross?... 8813 Were you by Mr. Nichols''s garden- fence last night?" |
8813 | What have you to say then to such things? |
8813 | _ H. Heine''s first principle of criticising a book was, What motive is the author trying to carry out, or express or accomplish? 8813 ''What was that plan? 8813 ( Ah, where would be any food for spirituality without night and the stars?) 8813 ( Can this really be true?) 8813 ( Had not all this terrible scene-- making the mimic ones preposterous-- had it not all been rehears''d, in blank, by Booth, beforehand?) 8813 ( Is there not a hint in it for a musical composition, of which it should be the back- ground? 8813 ( The slavery contest is settled-- and the war is long over-- yet do not those putrid conditions, too many of them, still exist? 8813 ( What subtle tie is this between one''s soul and the break of day? 8813 ( Will the time hasten when fatherhood and motherhood shall become a science-- and the noblest science?) 8813 (Are there going to be_ any men_ there?" |
8813 | ("There never were men that kept in better spirits in danger or defeat-- what then could they do in victory?" |
8813 | All that has been put in statement, tremendous as it is, what is it compared with the vast fields and values and varieties left unreap''d? |
8813 | Am I starting the sail- craft of poets in line? |
8813 | And I would not go to the grave without briefly, but plainly, as I here do, acknowledging-- may I not say even glorying in it? |
8813 | And could it really be, then? |
8813 | And do we not see, in them, foreshadowings of the future races that shall fill these prairies? |
8813 | And dost Thou subtly mystically now drip it through the air invisibly upon me? |
8813 | And how, think you, rested Philip Marsh that night? |
8813 | And if so, what is it?... |
8813 | And now that he has gone hence, can it be that Thomas Carlyle, soon to chemically dissolve in ashes and by winds, remains an identity still? |
8813 | And so you thought you could do a little robbing, and enjoy yourself in a manner you ought to be ashamed to own, without being punish''d, did you?" |
8813 | And so-- one and all, little and big-- hav''n''t we had a good time? |
8813 | And still goes one, saying,"What will ye give me, and I will deliver this man unto you?" |
8813 | And what if children, growing up, In future seasons read The thing we do? |
8813 | And whence came they? |
8813 | And who remembers the renown''d New York"Tabernacle"of those days"before the war"? |
8813 | Answerest thou, it is? |
8813 | Are its disposals without ignominious distinctions? |
8813 | Are not the United States this day busily using, working, more printer''s type, more presses, than any other country? |
8813 | Are there arts worthy freedom and a rich people? |
8813 | Are there athletes? |
8813 | Are there bright beacons of happiness enjoy''d, and of good done by the way? |
8813 | Are there crops of fine youths, and majestic old persons? |
8813 | Are there perfect women, to match the generous material luxuriance? |
8813 | Are they in their mating season? |
8813 | Are we indignant? |
8813 | Are we not doing well enough here already? |
8813 | Are you not their superior in mental power, in liberal views of mankind, and in comprehensive intellect? |
8813 | As I haunt thee so often, season by season, thou knowest, reckest not me,( yet why be so certain? |
8813 | As I rise for return, I linger long to a delicious song- epilogue( is it the hermit- thrush?) |
8813 | As a mixed political and social question, is not this full of dark significance? |
8813 | As now taught, accepted and carried out, are not the processes of culture rapidly creating a class of supercilious infidels, who believe in nothing? |
8813 | Asiatic or African? |
8813 | At the end of that hour, the words,"perhaps when you arrive she may be_ dead_?" |
8813 | Ay, him, if any one, I love in a sort-- but why? |
8813 | Besides it''s plain at Washington Who likeliest wins the race, What earthly chance has"free soil"For any good fat place? |
8813 | Better still, out of them is not a third theory, the real one, or suggesting the real one, to arise?) |
8813 | But am I alone? |
8813 | But do you know what they are? |
8813 | But is it really advancing? |
8813 | But the katydid-- how shall I describe its piquant utterances? |
8813 | But what blood, my friends? |
8813 | But what is life but an experiment? |
8813 | But what use? |
8813 | But where any former ones with prophecy so broad, so clear, as our times, our lands-- as those of the West?) |
8813 | But why do I say enemies? |
8813 | Can there be any doubt who the leader ought to be? |
8813 | Can those be_ men_--those little livid brown, ash- streak''d, monkey- looking dwarfs?--are they really not mummied, dwindled corpses? |
8813 | Can we attain such enfranchisement-- the true Democracy, and the height of it? |
8813 | Can we, indeed, spare either of them? |
8813 | Can you do it for them?" |
8813 | Can you get hold of it, reader dear? |
8813 | Common teachers or critics are always asking"What does it mean?" |
8813 | Could it be that Black Nell knew her early master? |
8813 | Could it be that he slept? |
8813 | Could we wish humanity different? |
8813 | Could we wish the people made of wood or stone? |
8813 | Did Jesus Christ, the Saviour, ever have any material blood? |
8813 | Did we call the latter imponderable? |
8813 | Did you suppose there could be only one Supreme? |
8813 | Did you, too, O friend, suppose democracy was only for elections, for politics, and for a party name? |
8813 | Do not our publishers fatten quicker and deeper? |
8813 | Do they know that from the single State of Kentucky more Union soldiers fought under our flag than Napoleon took into the battle of Waterloo? |
8813 | Do we feel jeopardized? |
8813 | Do you call those genteel little creatures American poets? |
8813 | Do you term that perpetual, pistareen, paste- pot work, American art, American drama, taste, verse? |
8813 | Do you want anything?" |
8813 | Does it live through them? |
8813 | Does it not undermine the old religious standards? |
8813 | Does it solve readily with the sweet milk of the nipples of the breasts of the Mother of Many Children? |
8813 | Does it still hold on untired? |
8813 | Does not anything short of that third point of view, when you come to think of it profoundly and with amplitude, impugn Creation from the outset? |
8813 | Does the young man think often of him? |
8813 | Does this answer? |
8813 | Duroc? |
8813 | European adventures? |
8813 | Even in the Iliad and Shakspere there is( is there not?) |
8813 | Everywhere-- their own lands included--(is there not something terrible in the tenacity with which the one book out of millions holds its grip?) |
8813 | Finally, the morality:"Virtue,"said Marcus Aurelius,"what is it, only a living and enthusiastic sympathy with Nature?" |
8813 | For how can we remain, divided, contradicting ourselves, this way? |
8813 | For there is something greater( is there not?) |
8813 | For what moved the sick girl uneasily on her pillow, and raised her neck, and motion''d to her mother? |
8813 | Glimmer gentle rays of what was scatter''d from a holy heart? |
8813 | Had he caus''d a letter to be sent them since he got here in Washington? |
8813 | Has any one fancied he could sit at last under some due authority, and rest satisfied with explanations, and realize, and be content and full? |
8813 | Hast Thou, pellucid, in Thy azure depths, medicine for case like mine? |
8813 | Have benevolence, and love, and undeviating honesty left tokens on which thy eyes can rest sweetly? |
8813 | Have n''t I given specimen clues, if no more? |
8813 | Have the marches of tens and hundreds and thousands of years made willing detours to the right hand and the left hand for his sake? |
8813 | Have we at present any such? |
8813 | Have you ever realized it, my friends, that Lincoln, though grafted on the West, is essentially in personnel and character a Southern contribution?" |
8813 | Have you forgotten your appointment?" |
8813 | Have you never realized it, my friends, that Lincoln, though grafted on the West, is essentially, in personnel and character, a Southern contribution? |
8813 | Have you not the treasures of health and untainted propensities, which many of those you envy never enjoy? |
8813 | Have you, with your own eyes, look''d on Grant, and Lee, and Sherman?" |
8813 | How could it happen that so beautiful and inoffensive a being should taste, even to its dregs, the bitterest unhappiness? |
8813 | How does this man compare with the acknowledg''d"Father of his country"? |
8813 | How has it been with thee? |
8813 | I have itemized the night-- but dare I attempt the cloudless dawn? |
8813 | I said,"What is it, my boy? |
8813 | I said,"Why, Oscar, do n''t you think you will get well?" |
8813 | I wonder does any other nation but ours afford opportunity for such a jaunt as this? |
8813 | If the spiritual is not behind the material, to what purpose is the material? |
8813 | In politics, what can be more ominous,( though generally unappreciated then)--what more significant than the Presidentiads of Fillmore and Buchanan? |
8813 | In the revealings of such light, such exceptional hour, such mood, one does not wonder at the old story fables,( indeed, why fables?) |
8813 | In wish and willingness( and if that were so, what matter about the reality?) |
8813 | Indeed has any previous period afforded it? |
8813 | Indeed, what is Nature but change, in all its visible, and still more its invisible processes? |
8813 | Indeed, where else a more pregnant, more splendid one? |
8813 | Indeed, who wants the real animal or hunter? |
8813 | Is he beloved long and long after he is buried? |
8813 | Is it a lingering, inherited remains of man''s primitive wariness, from the wild animals? |
8813 | Is it difficult to imagine ahead of us and them, evolv''d from them, poesy completer far than any they themselves fulfill''d? |
8813 | Is it for the ever- growing communes of brothers and lovers, large, well united, proud, beyond the old models, generous beyond all models? |
8813 | Is it for the nursing of the young of the republic? |
8813 | Is it not indeed strange? |
8813 | Is it not really an intuition of the human race? |
8813 | Is it not worth considering as a problem and puzzle in our democracy-- an indispensable want to be supplied? |
8813 | Is it something grown fresh out of the fields, or drawn from the sea for use to me to- day here? |
8813 | Is it strange that a thunder- storm follow''d such morbid and stifling cloud- strata? |
8813 | Is it uniform with my country? |
8813 | Is it well with thee, thus? |
8813 | Is not here indeed the point underlying all tragedy? |
8813 | Is not nakedness then indecent? |
8813 | Is the fresh and broad demesne of America destined also to give them foothold and lodgment, permanent domicile? |
8813 | Is there a great moral and religious civilization-- the only justification of a great material one? |
8813 | Is there a pervading atmosphere of beautiful manners? |
8813 | Is there not even now, indeed, an evolution, a departure from the masters? |
8813 | Is there not something about the moon, some relation or reminder, which no poem or literature has yet caught? |
8813 | Is this one of its hours, or the like of it?--so impalpable-- a mere breath, an evanescent tinge? |
8813 | Let us hope there is( indeed, can there be any doubt there is?) |
8813 | Need I say I demand the same in the elements and spirit and fruitage of National Literature? |
8813 | Notes:[ 35] A few years ago I saw the question,"Has America produced any great poem?" |
8813 | Now, sir, what was there in that bag?" |
8813 | Of civilized lands to- day, whose of our retrospects has it not interwoven and link''d and permeated? |
8813 | Of many a score-- aye, thousands, north and south, of unwrit heroes, unknown heroisms, incredible, impromptu, first- class desperations-- who tells? |
8813 | Of what use is existence to me? |
8813 | Only here, communion with the mysteries, the eternal problems, whence? |
8813 | Or that there be no justice in destiny or time? |
8813 | Or what is humanity in its faith, love, heroism, poetry, even morals, but_ emotion_? |
8813 | Or, to change the figure, I will present my varied little collation( what is our Country itself but an infinitely vast and varied collation?) |
8813 | Ought not the innovation to be put down by opinion and criticism? |
8813 | Perhaps you only receiv''d the plunder, and had an accomplice to do the more dangerous part of the job?" |
8813 | Poor woman-- what story was it, out of her fortunes, to account for that inexpressibly scared way, those glassy eyes, and that hollow voice? |
8813 | Repeating our inquiry, what, then, do we mean by real literature? |
8813 | Shall I lie?" |
8813 | Shall I tell you, reader, to what I attribute my already much- restored health? |
8813 | Shall we applaud or condemn him? |
8813 | Spices crush''d, their pungence yield, Trodden scents their sweets respire; Would you have its strength reveal''d? |
8813 | Strange,( is it not?) |
8813 | Such a nation-- such a society-- what nobler conception of moral existence can we form? |
8813 | Symphony of fine musician, or sunset, or sea- waves rolling up the beach-- what do they mean? |
8813 | THE WEATHER-- DOES IT SYMPATHIZE WITH THESE TIMES? |
8813 | Take it out, with its radiations, and what would be left? |
8813 | Talking of oratory, why is it that the unsophisticated practices often strike deeper than the train''d ones? |
8813 | The Highest said: Do n''t let us begin so low-- isn''t our range too coarse-- too gross?... |
8813 | The ashiness and the moisture on the brow, and the film over the eyeballs-- what man can look upon the sight, and not feel his heart awed within him? |
8813 | The founders have pass''d to other spheres-- but what are these terrible duties they have left us? |
8813 | The lush and the weird that have taken such extraordinary possession of Nineteenth century verse- lovers-- what mean they? |
8813 | The secession war? |
8813 | The wood of the cedar is of use-- but what profit on earth are those sprigs of acrid plums? |
8813 | Then the camps of the wounded-- O heavens, what scene is this?--is this indeed_ humanity_--these butchers''shambles? |
8813 | Then the other-- may we indeed name him the same day? |
8813 | Then the words come from his lips, very emphatically and slowly pronounc''d, in a resonant, grave, melodious voice,_ What is the chief end of man? |
8813 | Then to Shakspere''s characters-- Hamlet, Lear, the English- Norman kings, the Romans? |
8813 | Then, from one of his many letters, for he seems to have delighted in correspondence: Some may query, What is the cross of Christ? |
8813 | There you are, shoulder- straps!--but where are your companies? |
8813 | They are names which are well known-- almost as well known and as much honor''d in England as in America; and yet what must we say in the end? |
8813 | They complain in Olympia that Washington Territory gets but little immigration; but what wonder? |
8813 | Those white palaces-- the dome- crown''d capitol there on the hill, so stately over the trees-- shall they be left-- or destroy''d first? |
8813 | Thought you greatness was to ripen for you like a pear? |
8813 | To all which we conclude, and repeat the terrible query: American National Literature-- is there distinctively any such thing, or can there ever be? |
8813 | Travel, reciprocity,"interviewing,"intercommunion of lands-- what are they but Democracy''s and the highest Law''s best aids? |
8813 | Truly, in color, outline, material and spiritual suggestiveness, where any more inclosing theme for idealist, poet, literary artist? |
8813 | Two young fellows are having a friendly talk, amid which, says 1st conductor,"What did you do before you was a snatcher?" |
8813 | UNNAMED REMAINS THE BRAVEST SOLDIER Of scenes like these, I say, who writes-- whoe''er can write the story? |
8813 | Unwieldy and immense, who shall hold in behemoth? |
8813 | Upon the whole is not Tennyson-- and was not Carlyle( like an honest and stern physician)--the true friend of our age? |
8813 | WHO GETS THE PLUNDER? |
8813 | Was he, then, a being so accurs''d? |
8813 | We sail a dangerous sea of seething currents, cross and under- currents, vortices-- all so dark, untried-- and whither shall we turn? |
8813 | We see the shreds of Hebrews, Romans, Greeks; but where, on her own soil, do we see, in any faithful, highest, proud expression, America herself? |
8813 | What all through the wanderings of Virgil''s Aeneas? |
8813 | What are these wounds in thy hands? |
8813 | What does this immense and almost abnormal development of Philanthropy mean among the moderns? |
8813 | What fortune else-- what dollar-- does not stand for, and come from, more or less imposition, lying, unnaturalness? |
8813 | What has America? |
8813 | What have we here, if not, towering above all talk and argument, the plentifully- supplied, last- needed proof of democracy, in its personalities? |
8813 | What is Nature? |
8813 | What is Tennyson''s service to his race, times, and especially to America? |
8813 | What is a"boom"? |
8813 | What is happiness, anyhow? |
8813 | What is independence? |
8813 | What is it in us, arous''d by those indirections and directions? |
8813 | What is it to us that the mass pay us not that deference which wealth commands? |
8813 | What is marvellous? |
8813 | What is poor plain George Fox compared to William Shakspere-- to fancy''s lord, imagination''s heir? |
8813 | What is this world without a further Divine purpose in it all?" |
8813 | What mean these phantoms here? |
8813 | What must have been the number unofficial, indirect-- to say nothing of the Southern armies? |
8813 | What others-- what business, profit, wealth, without a taint? |
8813 | What penetrating eye does not everywhere see through the mask? |
8813 | What was Nature to Rousseau, to Voltaire, to the German Goethe in his little classical court gardens? |
8813 | What were the elements, the invisible backgrounds and eidolons of it, to Homer''s heroes, voyagers, gods? |
8813 | What would that do amid astral and bric- a- brac and tapestry, and ladies and gentlemen talking in subdued tones of Browning and Longfellow and art? |
8813 | What, and who was that figure there? |
8813 | What, even of the best and most successful, would be justified by itself alone? |
8813 | What, however, do we more definitely mean by New World literature? |
8813 | Where are the vaunts, and the proud boasts with which you went forth? |
8813 | Where are your banners, and your bands of music, and your ropes to bring back your prisoners? |
8813 | Where one more idealistic- real, more subtle, more sensuous- delicate? |
8813 | Where, elsewhere, one so great? |
8813 | Who Gets the Plunder? |
8813 | Who cares that he wrote about Dr. Francia, and"Shooting Niagara"--and"the Nigger Question,"--and did n''t at all admire our United States? |
8813 | Who is there to whom the theme does not come home? |
8813 | Who knows the curious mystery of the eyesight? |
8813 | Who may fend that danger, and fill that lack in the future, but a class of loftiest poets? |
8813 | Who paint the scene, the sudden partial panic of the afternoon, at dusk? |
8813 | Who remembers the old citizens of that time? |
8813 | Who remembers the old places as they were? |
8813 | Who show what moves there in the shadows, fluid and firm-- to save,( and it did save,) the army''s name, perhaps the nation? |
8813 | Who wants to be any man''s mere follower? |
8813 | Who was Ridman? |
8813 | Who was the stranger? |
8813 | Why do our experiences perhaps of some local country exhorter-- or often in the West or South at political meetings-- bring the most definite results? |
8813 | Why dost thou not speak to me in my grief, and tell me when I shall behold my friends? |
8813 | Why not come down from literary dignity, and confess we are sitting on one now, under the shade of a great walnut tree? |
8813 | Why not even the tiny, turtle- shaped, yellow- back''d, black- spotted lady- bug that has lit on the shirt- sleeve of the arm inditing this? |
8813 | Why not fix your verses henceforth to the gauge of the round globe? |
8813 | Why should I exist in the world, unknown, unloved, press''d with cares, while so many around me have all their souls can desire? |
8813 | Why should my path be so much rougher than theirs? |
8813 | Why was it, too, that the young man''s heart moved with a feeling of kindness toward the harshly treated child? |
8813 | Why would any intrusion, even from people I like, spoil the charm? |
8813 | Will America ever have such an artist out of her own gestation, body, soul? |
8813 | Will the same style, and the direction of genius to similar points, be satisfactory now? |
8813 | Wo n''t you give us a sermon in advance, to sober us down?" |
8813 | Would not that, indeed, be the kingdom of God come on earth?" |
8813 | Would such a fact as this cause your sadness? |
8813 | Would you have in yourself the divine, vast, general law? |
8813 | Yet now the sought- for opportunity offers, I find my notes incompetent,( why, for truly profound themes, is statement so idle? |
8813 | Yet who can wonder? |
8813 | You can cultivate corn and roses and orchards-- but who shall cultivate the mountain peaks, the ocean, and the tumbling gorgeousness of the clouds? |
8813 | [ 38] Is there not such a thing as the philosophy of American history and politics? |
8813 | _ First party_--Why not, then, respect it in your poems? |
8813 | alarm''d? |
8813 | and do the middleaged and the old think of him? |
8813 | and heart and tongue Accurse us for the deed? |
8813 | and how do you like it anyhow? |
8813 | and mortality but an exercise? |
8813 | and the second, Has he achiev''d it? |
8813 | and the young woman think often of him? |
8813 | and which, with no sign of stopping, only regulated and vein''d with fitting appreciation, flows deeply, widely yet? |
8813 | and, if those fail, by the District Attorney? |
8813 | answered the young drunkard, very composedly,"is that all? |
8813 | by the present, or the material ostent alone? |
8813 | do you? |
8813 | especially the democratic literature of the future? |
8813 | have you seen Abraham Lincoln-- and heard him speak-- and touch''d his hand? |
8813 | how entirely they tally on land the grandeur and superb monotony of the skies of heaven, and the ocean with its waters? |
8813 | how freeing, soothing, nourishing they are to the soul? |
8813 | is not that a theme worth chanting, striving for? |
8813 | more than Wellington took with all the allied armies against Napoleon? |
8813 | old history-- miracles-- romances? |
8813 | or from his savage ancestry far back? |
8813 | or the bloodless chalk of Allibone''s Dictionary? |
8813 | or what is the meaning of this plenitude, swiftness, eagerness, display? |
8813 | or, has it advanced for a long while? |
8813 | or,"ca n''t you understand?") |
8813 | said he,"have we met so soon, Mr. Covert? |
8813 | some bumble- bee symphony?) |
8813 | still result in diseases, fevers, wounds-- not of war and army hospitals-- but the wounds and diseases of peace?) |
8813 | the famous pieces of the Grecian masters-- and all masters? |
8813 | the most antique? |
8813 | the whole race? |
8813 | uttering and absorbing more publications than any other? |
8813 | weeds, annuals, of the rank, rich soil-- not central, enduring, perennial things? |
8813 | what is unlikely? |
8813 | where are your men? |
8813 | whither? |
8813 | who bridle leviathan? |
8813 | who can tell?) |
8813 | why does the right phrase never offer?) |