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42281	''Are those damn fools out there this afternoon?'' 42281 But have n''t you said,"I interjected,"that Mr. Bonsall was a friend of Whitman?"
42281	Do you want to see where the old guy died?
42281	Shall I tell you what we respectable citizens of Camden think of him? 42281 The Whitman House?"
42281	The day before he died I came in the morning and asked him,''How do you feel?'' 42281 Who was Whitman anyway?
42281	''Look here, Whitman,''he said,''why do n''t you become a useful citizen, like every one of us?
42281	( And ever after believed that Mrs. Davis had been cruelly maligned( but by whom?)
42281	A poet?
42281	But what for her?
42281	But what of Mrs. Davis when paint and oil were added to plaster and the other refuse pervading the parlors?
42281	But where?
42281	But who was to summon it?
42281	Did Mr. Whitman, in truth, have an accurate or an undeveloped knowledge of the cost of living?
42281	Does all this amuse you, Walt Whitman?
42281	Had he really forgotten it, or had he thought it a matter of too little importance to mention?
42281	He was turned sixty- three times in the last twenty- four hours; how is that for business?
42281	How could the place be anything but cold when it was heated only by the occasional flame of an oil lamp?
42281	Is this how the greatest nation honors its greatest literary genius?
42281	May I tell you about your brain, which is at present in the possession of the Anthropometric Society?
42281	Mr. Whitman looked around the table as if seeking something, and on being asked,"Is there anything you want, Walt?"
42281	She had mentioned the urgent need of further repairs( and when were they not needed in this little rookery?)
42281	She had visibly changed; how could it be otherwise?
42281	The lyrist''s measur''d beat, the wrought- out temple''s grace-- column and polish''d arch forgot?
42281	The receipted bills she had carefully filed away, but what proof had she that they had been met with her own money?
42281	To fuse within themselves its rules precise and delicatesse?
42281	Understanding this woman as he did,--as he must have done,--had he resolved to have her devote herself to him?
42281	What could the nurse do?
42281	What does it all mean?"
42281	What does it matter to you who is sleeping now in the room where you died, who is living now in the house where you lived, loved and sang?
42281	What would the Mickle Street house be without her?
42281	When he observed me, he drew up with great difficulty and called out,''Hello, Tom, ai n''t he splendid?''
42281	When shows break up what but One''s- Self is sure?
42281	Where is Frank?''
42281	Whitman, in the name of common sense what has come over you?
42281	Whitman?"
42281	Would it interest you, Walt Whitman, to know about your last minutes on earth, when you lay unconscious in a coma?
42281	[_ A Prairie Sunset_] Ever the undiscouraged, resolute, struggling soul of man;( Have former armies fail''d?
42281	_ Take her place!_ Was there a woman upon earth who could or would do this?
37191	And who is this Thompson they''re talking about?
37191	How is that?
37191	The Townsmen,says Besse,"seeing a Ship with_ English_ Colours, soon came on board, and asked for the Captain?
37191	What kind of a fellow is this Whittier?
37191	''Do you know who wrote that?''
37191	''I love you: on that love alone, And not my worth, presuming, Will you not trust for summer fruit The tree in May- day blooming?''
37191	''What if a son of mine was in a strange land?''
37191	*****"Do bird and blossom feel, like me, Life''s many- folded mystery,-- The wonder which it is_ To Be_?
37191	*****"This conscious life,--is it the same Which thrills the universal frame?"
37191	And who does not delight to do him honor?
37191	But the folk- lore of the early days,--where is it?
37191	But would a wise man be in love with a false nose, though ever so rich, and however finely made?"
37191	Can such hollow sympathy reach the broken of heart, and does the blessing of those who are ready to perish answer it?
37191	Did he abandon his principles and retire from the arena?
37191	Did he quail before the storm?
37191	Does it hold back the lash from the slave, or sweeten his bitter bread?
37191	For a specimen of our author''s vein of pleasantry take the following bit of satire on"The Training":"What''s now in the wind?
37191	He continued:--"I am sometimes asked,''Is the poet Whittier really a Quaker or only one by inheritance?''
37191	How could he?
37191	How little he wrote-- did he ever write anything--"which, dying, he could wish to blot?"
37191	Is that thy answer, strong and free, O loyal heart of Tennessee?
37191	One Sunday after meeting at Amesbury he said to his life- long friend, Miss Gove,"Abby, has thee a spare room up at thy house?"
37191	Or stand I severed and distinct, From Nature''s chain of life unlinked?"
37191	Shall we go into my room?''
37191	Shall we have one more stanza about this lovely little school- idyl?
37191	She replies:"''Nor frock nor tan can hide the man; And see you not, my farmer, How weak and fond a woman waits Behind this silken armor?
37191	They asked,_ Whether he had any Letters_?
37191	Was there ever before a revenge so complete and so sublime?"
37191	What gave such fascination to the grand Homeric encounter between Christian and Apollyon in the valley?
37191	What on earth are you here for?''
37191	What strange, glad voice is that which calls From Wagner''s grave and Sumter''s walls?
37191	What workman would not be glad to carol such stanzas as the following, if they were set to popular airs?
37191	Whence came I?
37191	Whither do I go?
37191	Who does not admire and love John Greenleaf Whittier?
37191	Who ever heard of a persecuting Quaker?
37191	Why did I follow Ossian over Morven''s battle- fields, exulting in the vulture- screams of the blind scald over his fallen enemies?
37191	Why do n''t you throw off your Quaker coats as I do mine, and show yourselves as you are?''
37191	Why should he?
37191	Why should my moul- board gie thee sorrow?
37191	Why was Mr. Greatheart, in Pilgrim''s Progress, my favorite character?
37191	With a rapid glance at Wilson, he said,''Henry, who is thy young friend?''
37191	[ Footnote 27: What is the subtle fascination that lurks in such bits of winter poetry as the following, collected by the writer out of his reading?
37191	[ Illustration: Handwriting: John G. Whittier] And what is love of freedom but the mainspring of Democracy?
37191	are they not in his Wonder- Book?"
37191	darest thou lay A hand on Elliott''s bier?
37191	they exclaimed,"so you are the one who is with Thompson, are you?"
7274	And yet who knows? 7274 Do you ask me the place of the Valley, Ye hearts that are harrowed by care?
7274	What will it matter by- and- by? 7274 *****What will it matter?
7274	And what are the objects on which this angel of Poesy loves to dwell?
7274	And where is that band who so vauntingly swore That the havoc of war and the battle''s confusion A home and a country should leave us no more?
7274	Are not all short- lived things the loveliest?
7274	Do you ask how I live in the Valley?
7274	Do you ask what I found in the Valley?
7274	Does any falter?
7274	Dumb woods, have ye uttered a bird?
7274	Fierce spirit of the glass and scythe!--what power Can stay him in his silent course, or melt His iron heart to pity?
7274	In my heart?
7274	In the leaves?
7274	In the poem entitled_ What?_ it is again her spirit voice that conveys to his soul an ineffable word.]
7274	In whom, save Thee, our Father, shall I trust?"
7274	Is it necessary to quote a stanza of a poem so well known?
7274	Is it strange that under this training he acquired a taste for strong drink, and became opinionated and perverse?
7274	LYRIC OF ACTION[ 17]''Tis the part of a coward to brood O''er the past that is withered and dead: What though the heart''s roses are ashes and dust?
7274	Months of torture, how many such?
7274	No yearning memory of those scenes that were So richly calm and fair, When the last rays of sunset, shimmering down, Flashed like a royal crown?
7274	O say, does that star- spangled banner yet wave O''er the land of the free and the home of the brave?
7274	O say, does that star- spangled banner yet wave O''er the land of the free and the home of the brave?"
7274	Or, capriciously still, Like the lone Albatross, Incumbent on night( As she on the air) To keep watch with delight On the harmony there?"
7274	So, unto thee, Lucretius[ 24] mine,( For oh, what heart hath loved thee like to this That''s now complaining?)
7274	That crystal nothing who''ll peruse?
7274	The Lily calmly braves the storm, And shall the Palm Tree fear?
7274	The blood of its sons has but brightened its sheen; What though the tyrant has trampled it down, Are its folds not emblazoned with deeds of renown?"
7274	We part!--I speak not of the pain,-- But when shall I each lovely spot, And each loved face behold again?
7274	What is it?
7274	What logic of greeting lies Betwixt dear over- beautiful trees and the rain of the eyes?
7274	What though the heart''s music be fled?
7274	What though the heart''s music be fled?
7274	What though the heart''s roses are ashes and dust?
7274	What was the cause of this sadness?
7274	Who knows?
7274	Who knows?
7274	Why does your poetry sound like a sigh?
7274	Why murmur at the common lot?
7274	Will the East unveil?
7274	[ 15] Why walk we thus alone, when by our side, Love, like a visible God, might be our guide?
7274	[ 36] My gossip, the owl,--is it thou That out of the leaves of the low- hanging bough, As I pass to the beach, art stirred?
7274	[ 5] Do you ask me the place of the Valley, Ye hearts that are harrowed by care?
7274	[ Footnote 15: This desire for death occurs in several poems, as_ When?_ and_ Rest_.
7274	hast thou no memory at thy core Of one who comes no more?
7274	in the air?
7274	is it thy will On the breezes to toss?
7274	somewhere,--mystery, where?
7274	who knows what soul- dividing bars Earth''s faithful loves may part in other stars?
7274	why may not love and life be one?
7274	would not grow warm When thoughts like these give cheer?
7274	wouldst thou not better be More violet still?
12984	Do I understand,said Field, with a gravity that should have warned his friend,"that I have paid this bill?"
12984	How''s this, George?
12984	I say, old man,shouted Field,"we want your rig for an hour; what''s it worth?"
12984	In full?
12984	Now, boys, which point shall we move on?
12984	Then why not have your tooth pulled out?
12984	Wonder if they''d bite at liver?
12984	A fatal jealousy seems to be inevitable; it may be fended off, but how?
12984	Ah, Meester Fielt, you are a very bad man, but I lof you, do n''t we, Charlie?"
12984	Ah, who can say Whether there dropped by some too careless hand-- Whether there cast when oceans swept the land, Ere the Eternal had ordained the day?
12984	And where would be those children four Which now I smilingly adore?
12984	Are the delights of sympathy a fair offset to the pains thereof?"
12984	Because he has to work on Sunday?
12984	Besides, what interest would a little girl in short skirts take in the grave and intellectual life of the brother and his undergraduate friends?
12984	But I am not so very old-- no, a man is still a boy at forty, is n''t he?"
12984	But how long is this sort of thing going to last?
12984	But where is the Man?
12984	But who can say what would have been the inevitable consequences of a different line of conduct by the friends of either party?
12984	But who is the man?
12984	Every cent of the salary that might have been squandered(?)
12984	He has probably expressed his own feelings in the third one of the skits which he then wrote: THE REPORTER ON SUNDAY Is this Sunday?
12984	How came the shell upon the mountain height?
12984	How long do you suppose it would be before that wicked little kitten discovered and compassed the demolition of those innocent baby fowls?
12984	I wonder why I wrote"western"when the species is as ubiquitous in Maine as in Colorado?
12984	In life we must prepare for death, and how can we better prepare for death than by helping our fellow- creatures?
12984	Mr. Dana looked at him with a puzzled air, and asked:"How much what?
12984	Mr. Schurz''s only remonstrances were,"Field, why will you lie so outrageously?"
12984	Now, how much do you want?"
12984	Perhaps-- but why indulge in surmises?
12984	Strange, was it not?
12984	THE STEAM PRESS Is this not a Beautiful Steam Press?
12984	Then, with a livid snort she called Her trembling lover to her side--"How dare you, wretched youth,"she bawled,"Ask me to be your blushing bride?
12984	They undoubtedly possess respectable talents and genius, but what are talents worth when wholly employed in mischief?
12984	Tom took a bite and Sue took one too And then the trouble began to brue Trouble the doktors kouldn''t subdue Too true( paragorik too?).
12984	Twelve by the clock and all is well-- That is, I think so, but who can tell?
12984	Was it September 2d or 3d, 1850?
12984	What do you mean?"
12984	What do you suppose they had?
12984	What makes him swear?
12984	What though the shivering mercury wanes-- What though the air be chill?
12984	What''ll you have?"
12984	What''s bekum of him, I say?
12984	When asked if she was inclined to accompany him, Mary turned to Roswell and"inquired with a smile if it was not likely to rain?"
12984	Where can she have gone?
12984	Who, with such kind and gracious permission, would have confined himself to remarks about the weather?
12984	Why?
12984	Yet were I Cowen, where, oh, where Would be my Julia, plump and fair?
12984	aliusque cum nobis, Illicet tibi feratum, Quid, ejusmodi hoec vobis, Hunc aliquando erratum Esse futurus fuisse, Melior optimus vates?
12984	athirst for things to eat-- Did you ever leave her presence all unrequited when In an hour of inspiration you struck her for a ten?
12984	what ornery cuss Has shaved you, my Bucephalus?"
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?"
36661	A Dryad with her leaf- light trip?
36661	A Dryad''s lips, who slumbers in the shade?
36661	A Faun, who lets the heavy ivy- wreath Slip to his thigh as, reaching up, he pulls The chestnut blossoms in whole bosomfuls?
36661	A cricket dirging days that soon must die?
36661	A heart- sick bird that sang of happier hours?
36661	A sylvan Spirit, whose sweet mouth doth breathe Her viewless presence near us, unafraid?
36661	An Oread who hesitates Before the Satyr form that waits, Crouching to leap, that there she sees?
36661	And is''t her body glimmers on yon rise?
36661	And is''t her footfalls lure me?
36661	And, wildly clad, around the camp- fires''glow, The Shawnee chieftains with their painted braves, Each grasping his war- bow?
36661	Between the summons and the sacrifice One hour of love, th''eternity of an hour?
36661	Could I find it-- did I seek-- The old mill?
36661	Could I find the pond that lay Where vermilion blossoms showered Fragrance down the daisied way?
36661	Could I find the sedgy angle, Where the dragon- flies would turn Slender flittings into spangle On the sunlight?
36661	Do not the flow''rs, so reticent, confess With conscious looks the contact of a god?
36661	Does not the very water garrulously Boast the indulgence of a deity?
36661	Dost Thou not see our tears?
36661	Epics heard on the stars''lips?
36661	Flowers are not sweeter than your face is sweet-- What need I more to make my world complete?
36661	GENIUS LOCI I What wood- god, on this water''s mossy curb, Lost in reflections of earth''s loveliness, Did I, just now, unconsciously disturb?
36661	Have we not known Thee, God As Thy stars know Heaven?
36661	Have we not striven?
36661	II Does not the moss retain some slight impress, Green- dented down, of where he lay or trod?
36661	II The children of what fathers sleep Beneath these melancholy pines?
36661	INTIMATIONS I Is it uneasy moonlight On the restless field, that stirs?
36661	Is a door Opened in my soul?
36661	Is it a wash of the yellow moss, Or drift of the autumn''s gold, The mountain torrent foams across For the dead pine''s roots to hold?
36661	Is it the bark of the sycamore, Or peel of the white birch- tree, The mountaineer on the other shore Hath followed and still can see?
36661	Is it the dolorous water, That sobs in the woods and sighs?
36661	Its weather- beaten Wheel and gable by the creek?
36661	Moonrays or the splintered slip Of a star?
36661	O woman nature, love that still endures, What strength has ours that is not born of yours?
36661	Or Limnad, with her lilied face, More lovely than the misty lace That haunts a star and gives it grace?
36661	Or did the ghost of Summer wander by?
36661	Or dogwood blossoms snowing on the lawn?
36661	Or heart of an ancient oak- tree, That breaks and, sighing, dies?
36661	Or in the valley''s vistaed glow, Past rocks of terraced trumpet- vines, Shall I behold her coming slow, Sweet May, among the columbines?
36661	Or is it some Leimoniad In wildwood flowers dimly clad?
36661	Or just a wild- bird voluble with thanks?
36661	Or restless sunlight on the moss and weeds?
36661	Or troops of ghosts of blooms, that whitely wade The brook?
36661	Or under boughs, reclining cool, A Hamadryad, like a pool Of moonlight, palely beautiful?
36661	Or wild white meadow- blossoms The night- wind bends and blurs?
36661	Over the meadow and the wood What was the voice that filled her ears?
36661	Palenque?
36661	Perfume that leads me on from dream to dream-- An Oread''s footprints fragrant with her flight?
36661	Stars are not truer than your soul is true-- What need I more of heaven then than you?
36661	Sweetheart I called her.--When did she repeat Sweet to one hope or heart to one despair?
36661	Sweetheart?
36661	That made each bank, meseemed, and every bush Start into eagle- plumes?
36661	That sent into pale cheeks the blood, Until each seemed a wild- brier bud Mown down by mowing harvesters?...
36661	That the sassafras embowered With the spice of early May?
36661	The broad Ohio glitters to the stars; And many murmurs whisper in its woods-- Is it the sorrow of dead warriors For their lost solitudes?
36661	The stealthy whisper and the drip?
36661	To see the glimmering wigwams by the waves?
36661	UNREQUITED Passion?
36661	Uxmal?
36661	WILL O''THE WISPS Beyond the barley meads and hay, What was the light that beckoned there?
36661	Was it a voice lamenting for the flowers?
36661	Was it the boat, the solitude and hush, That with dead Indians peopled all the glooms?
36661	What is it in the vistaed ways That leans and springs, and stoops and sways?-- The naked limbs of one who flees?
36661	What is the murmur in the dell?
36661	What is the spice that haunts each glen and glade?
36661	What is this thing you tell me In tongues of a twilight race, Of death, with the vanished features, Mantled, of my own face?
36661	What spell dost bear from listening plant to plant, Like some white witch, some ghostly ministrant, Some spectre of some perished flower of phlox?
36661	Who waits for me, where, note for note, The birds make glad the forest trees?
36661	With a broken syrinx there, With bignonia overgrown, Is it Pan in hoof and hair, Or his image carved from stone?
36661	Yet my dreaming-- is it more Than mere dreaming?
36661	a curtain Raised?
36661	or Copan?
36661	or the sound Of airs that stir the crisp leaf on the ground?
36661	to let me see for certain I have lived that life before?
36661	what thing could save You then?
12985	And is he indeed a tradesman?
12985	Are you a Mugwump?
12985	Are you not afraid to go alone?
12985	Can you tell me,he asked in weary tones,"whether the beautiful Mary Matilda abides hereabouts?"
12985	Deeds of reform?
12985	Did ye no hear the dominie intryjuce him as the hoosier poet? 12985 Do you know me?"
12985	Down by the lake?
12985	Fish?
12985	Have you a thistle mark on your left arm?
12985	I have been searching for an honest man in the Chicago City Council,replied the grim philosopher mournfully,"With what result?"
12985	Is it no wonderfu'', Donal'',remarked one of these Scots,"that a tradesman suld be sic a bonnie poet?"
12985	Is n''t it marvellous?
12985	Let''s see,said General McClurg,"24 North Clark Street is the other side of the bridge, is n''t it?"
12985	Like them?
12985	Now, by the dog, what have you been doing?
12985	Oh, Can Such Wonders Be?
12985	That''s mighty good,said he;"are you making it for the paper?"
12985	Then why do n''t you eat yours?
12985	To whom am I indebted for my salvation?
12985	What can ail our Mary Matilda?
12985	What was that?
12985	Where are you going?
12985	Whither did they drift?
12985	Who''ll buy a bottle of ink?
12985	Why, Pinny,said the mother,"where have you been?"
12985	Why?
12985	Will you lend me your saw for a brief period?
12985	Aha, what have we here?
12985	And did you send the sleeping- socks to Mrs. Ballantyne?
12985	And what of those who''ve dusted not Our motley pride and boast,-- Shall they profane that sacred spot?"
12985	Are the Indians resigned?
12985	Are the mosquitoes troubling you?
12985	At last Stone remarked Field''s action, and asked:"What''s the matter, Gene, do n''t you like strawberries?"
12985	But keeping time?
12985	But who besides of our contemporaries has?
12985	But why pursue this harrowing tale?
12985	Can you See the Lightning?
12985	Did you give Hawkins his two night- shirts and the tie?
12985	Do tell me, did you know Dr. Cronin or any of those horrid Clan- na- gaels?"
12985	Do you intend to go to Indianapolis with me?
12985	Do you know, madame, that I owe everything I am and hope to be to that great, good man?
12985	Field?"
12985	For instance, to"What is your favorite flower?"
12985	General McClurg:"Do you declare your unalterable belief in the Mugwump doctrine of free- will and election?"
12985	Gunther?"
12985	Have you drawn your wages, Nompy?
12985	Have you reckoned your pounds and pence?
12985	He quickly appreciated this and abandoned the work with"Oh, What Were Life?"
12985	His squeaking crowd the fiddler plies, And Tom and Tib can see The babies in echoders eyes-- saye, neighbour, shall it bee?
12985	How do you like this handsome paper?
12985	I hope you will go to Florida, and, after doing Jacksonville and St. Augustine, why not rent a little furnished cottage and keep house for the winter?
12985	If you are cramped for finances, what sort of a fix do you suppose I''m in?
12985	Is it all right?
12985	Is n''t it about time for you to be getting back home?
12985	Is not our country blessed with peace And wealth on every hand?
12985	Just think of it, mon!--just think of sic a gude poet dividing his time at making hoosiery?"
12985	May 21st, 1891. WHO DISCOVERED SHAKESPEARE?
12985	Miss Cleveland-- Certainly; why do you ask?
12985	Mr. Bristol:"Maybe the gentleman would like to borrow a trunk?"
12985	No better, sweeter boon I pray Than thy affection-- by the way, Hast thou a stamp to lend?"
12985	O Maud, Maud, my spotless pearl, what craven hand has snatched thee from our midst?
12985	Or, wanting victuals, make a fuss If we buy books instead?
12985	President Cleveland-- And are you using that flypaper according to directions?
12985	President Cleveland-- And you sprinkle the furniture with insect powder every day?
12985	President Cleveland-- Rose, are you sure the window- screens are in repair?
12985	Should she do it?
12985	Should she throw little Bessie to the devouring musquashes?
12985	Sic stout and braw a sone as mine I lay youle never see, and there s nae huskier wench than thine-- Saye, neighbor, shall it bee?]
12985	Sometimes they were in verse, as in the following:_"Who spilt my bottle of ink?"
12985	Was ever request for so small a"boon"couched in such lordly pomp of phrase and in such insinuating rhyme?
12985	What are you going to bring me for a present?
12985	What was that to him?
12985	When are you coming home?
12985	When poor Rubens, wondering why I''ve left my gum- games drop, Inquires with rueful accent:"What''s the matter with Hoppy Hop?"
12985	Where are you that you are not here to walk with me?
12985	Where could the skeptical damosell have found a person more faithful than I have been in writing each day to her big brother?
12985	Who does not rejoice in the change from the oppressive heat of last week?
12985	Who done this deed?
12985	Who is this graceful, agile king In proud but modest garb revealed?
12985	Why are the Indians on the Hill?
12985	Why does n''t Mr. Bennett try to seduce me into coming to London?
12985	Why should the good old party cease To rule our prosperous land?
12985	Why sing you here in the open, O gold- tongued bird of the shade; What spirit moves you to echo This hymn from the angels strayed?
12985	Will the Lightning Strike the Tree?
12985	Wo n''t you, please, give me one flower?"
12985	Would n''t it be wise for me to live in one of the suburbs of London?
12985	Would the child be too much for the peace and dignity of the household?
12985	Would you like it?
12985	Your family trees and blade be naught In these progressive years-- The only blode that counts( goes?)
12985	_ There came a burst of thunder sound, The jedge-- oh, where was he?
12985	asked Field,"Who''ll buy a bottle of ink?"
12985	said Field,"Who spilt my bottle of ink?"
12985	w- w- where did you get that lie from?"
56536	How does your Satan get work to do,the latter would ask,"if God doeth all?"
56536	So you like it, do you?
56536	Tri- InsulaOriginally: of a new island republic of New York?
56536	Who learns my lesson complete?
56536	6d._= Zimmern( Antonia).= WHAT DO WE KNOW CONCERNING ELECTRICITY?
56536	And if there is a purpose, and if there is a God, what is it all for?
56536	And what possible value has all her material development unless it be accompanied by a corresponding development of soul?
56536	Are all nations communing?
56536	Are they then to lose individual identity?
56536	Are we to dismiss it as the shallow utterance of a callous- hearted, healthy- bodied, complacent American, deliberately blind to the world''s tragedy?
56536	But if this woman loved him to the uttermost, why did he leave her?
56536	But who emancipated him?
56536	But, it may be asked, did he aim at"saving souls for Christ"?
56536	Can I not know, identify thee?
56536	Can there possibly be any connection between this style of composition and the larger consciousness of which he had experience?
56536	Do they bring us material for some new law of rhythm or metre?
56536	Do they give us a new art- form?
56536	Do you see death, and the approach of death?
56536	Do you see that lost character?--Do you see decay, consumption, rum- drinking, dropsy, fever, mortal cancer or inflammation?
56536	Does_ Leaves of Grass_ awake some quality of the Soul which answers neither to the words of Tennyson nor Browning, Emerson nor Carlyle?
56536	Except upon the field of politics, what single thing of moral value has she originated?
56536	For who will willingly begin over again the task of self- discovery?
56536	Had he caused a letter to be sent them since he got here in Washington?
56536	Hast thou no soul?
56536	He turned to Ingersoll, demanding,"Unless there is a definite object for it all, what, in God''s name, is it all for?"
56536	How are we to sum up these pages, and figure out what it is they come to?
56536	Is humanity forming en- masse?
56536	Is not he himself the fellow and equal of the supreme Beings, of the Night, the Earth, and the Sea?
56536	Is then America also a symbol?
56536	Is there going to be but one heart to the globe?
56536	Law''s, all Astronomy''s last refinement?
56536	May not the former be the natural rhythm for wit and the latter for imagination?
56536	May we not suppose it was a passionate and noble woman who opened the gates for him and showed him himself in the divine mirror of her love?
56536	Must we nourish this giant, whose unruly strength is for ever threatening to tear in pieces the unity of the self?
56536	Of what then was the Earth a symbol to Whitman''s sight?
56536	On these things we are at one; but how are we most wisely and surely to direct others on the road to self- realisation?
56536	Or shall we say he saw the Madonna in Venus, as Botticelli did?
56536	Poetry is the utterance of an inspired emotion; but an emotion inspired by what?
56536	The attack roused Whitman to snap out,"Is n''t he the damnedest simulacrum?"
56536	The future shall be his proof: will his song remain at her heart?
56536	The question obtrudes, was Walt becoming"respectable"?
56536	Thought you, greatness was to ripen for you like a pear?
56536	Traubel is a first draft for a novel(?)
56536	What are we to say of these?
56536	What party is there to- day, either in England or America, which dares to hold up for achievement any programme of heroism?
56536	What record has he left of those women and their children, whose relation to himself must have bulked so largely in the world of his soul?
56536	What then is this emotion which Whitman alone, or in special measure, evokes?
56536	Where now was the old exaltation of spirit; where the eager longing for Divine adventure with which hitherto he had always contemplated death?
56536	Who has not felt the liberating joy of the autumn gales?
56536	Why did he allow the foulest of reproaches to blacken that whitest of all reputations, a Southern lady''s virtue?
56536	Why had he not been here these months past, nursing and caring for one who had been dearer to him than his father?
56536	Will it awaken, century after century, the divine unrest, and as it were, create new souls forever?
56536	With grave emphasis he pronounced his text:"What is the chief end of man?"
56536	[ 302] Is this another of those places where the moralist begs to take his leave of the mystic?
56536	[ 416] Where others gave their lives, who was he to hold back anything of his?
56536	[ said Whitman]...."I was informed in Camden that there were_ two_ Southern(?)
56536	or of all Divine personality?
56536	or, if you will, a new kind of poetry?
56536	oy?"
6854	Had much literature been produced there, would it not have been a miracle? 6854 How could you pass over their very long winter nights?"
6854	''Mongst all the crueltyes by great ones done, Of Edward''s youths, and Clarence hapless son, O Jane, why didst thou dye in flow''ring prime?
6854	***** Our Life compare we with their length of dayes Who to the tenth of theirs doth now arrive?
6854	Alas, dear Mother, fairest Queen and best, With honour, wealth and peace happy and blest; What ails thee hang thy head and cross thine arms?
6854	All this he did, who knows not to be true?
6854	And is thy splendid throne erect so high?
6854	And must myself dissect my tatter''d state, Which mazed Christendome stands wond''ring at?
6854	And sit i''th''dust, to sigh these sad alarms?
6854	And thou a child, a Limbe, and dost not feel My fainting weakened body now to reel?
6854	Art them so full of glory, that no Eye Hath strength, thy shining Rayes once to behold?
6854	But all you say amounts to this affect, Not what you feel but what you do expect, Pray in plain terms what is your present grief?
6854	But how should I know he is such a God as I worship in Trinity, and such a Savior as I rely upon?
6854	But these may be beginnings of more woe Who knows but this may be my overthrow?
6854	But yet I answer not what you demand To shew the grievance of my troubled Land?
6854	Did not the glorious people of the Skye Seem sensible of future misery?
6854	Did not the language of the stars foretel A mournfull Scoene when they with tears did Swell?
6854	Did not the low''ring heavens seem to express The worlds great lose and their unhappiness?
6854	Dids''t fix thy hope on mouldering dust, The arm of flesh dids''t make thy trust?
6854	Do Barons rise and side against their King, And call in foreign aid to help the thing?
6854	Do Maud and Stephen for the crown contend?
6854	Doe wee not know the prophecyes in it fullfilled which could not have been so long foretold by any but God himself?
6854	Doth Holland quit you ill for all your love?
6854	Doth your Allye, fair France, conspire your wrack, Or do the Scots play false behind your back?
6854	Few men are so humble as not to be proud of their abilitys; and nothing will abase them more than this-- What hast thou, but what thou hast received?
6854	For bribery, Adultery and lyes, Where is the nation I ca n''t parallize?
6854	For what''s this life but care and strife?
6854	Hath hundred winters past since thou wast born?
6854	Hath it not been preserved thro: all Ages mangre all the heathen Tyrants and all of the enemies who have opposed it?
6854	Hath not Judgments befallen Diverse who have scorned and contemd it?
6854	Have I not found that operation by it that no humane Invention can work upon the Soul?
6854	He that dares say of a lesse sin, is it not a little one?
6854	How doe the Goddesses of verse, the learned quire Lament their rival Quill, which all admire?
6854	How full of glory then must thy Creator be?
6854	I wist not what to wish, yet sure thought I, If so much excellence abide below; How excellent is he that dwells on high?
6854	If I decease, dost think thou shalt survive?
6854	If none of these, dear Mother, what''s your woe?
6854	If two be one as surely thou and I, How stayest thou there, whilst I at Ipswich lie?
6854	Is there any story but that which shows the beginnings of Times, and how the world came to bee as wee see?
6854	Is''t drought, is''t famine, or is''t pestilence, Dost feel the smart or fear the Consequence?
6854	It is the Puritan alive again, and why not?
6854	Lord, why should I doubt any more when thou hast given me such assured Pledges of thy Love?
6854	Mortals, what one of you that loves not me Abundantly more than my Sisters three?
6854	Must Edward be deposed?
6854	Must Richmond''s aid, the Nobles now implore, To come and break the Tushes of the Boar?
6854	O Bubble blast, how long can''st last?
6854	O Lord, let me never forget thy Goodness, nor question thy faithfulness to me, for thou art my God: Thou hast said and shall I not beleive it?
6854	O Lord, let me never forgett thy Goodness, nor question thy faithfullness to me, for thou art my God: Thou hast said, and shall not I believe it?
6854	Or by my wasting state dost think to thrive?
6854	Or had they some, but with our Queen is''t gone?
6854	Or hast thou any colour can come nigh The Roman purple, double Tirian dye?
6854	Or hath Canutus, that brave valiant Dane, The Regal peacefull Scepter from the tane?
6854	Or is''t Intestine warrs that thus offend?
6854	Or is''t a Norman, whose victorious hand With English blood bedews thy conquered land?
6854	Or is''t the fatal jarre again begun That from the red white pricking roses sprung?
6854	Or must my forced tongue my griefs disclose?
6854	Or who alive then I, a greater debtor?
6854	Pray do you fear Spain''s bragging Armado?
6854	Shall Creatures abject, thus their voices raise?
6854	Such Priviledges, had not the Word of Truth made them known, who or where is the man that durst in his heart have presumed to have thought it?
6854	Then may your worthy self from whom it came?"
6854	Then on a stately oak I cast mine Eye, Whose ruffling top the Clouds seemed to aspire; How long since thou wast in thine Infancy?
6854	Then streight I''gin my heart to chide, And did thy wealth on earth abide?
6854	This done, with brandish''d Swords to Turky goe, For then what is''t, but English blades dare do?
6854	What God is like to him I serve, What Saviour like to mine?
6854	What deluge of new woes thus overwhelme The glories of thy ever famous Realme?
6854	What famous Towns, to Cinders have I turned?
6854	What lasting forts my Kindled wrath hath burned?
6854	What means this wailing tone, this mournful guise?
6854	What shall young men doe, when old in dust do lye?
6854	What would such professors, if they were now living, say to the excess of our times?"
6854	When old in dust lye, what New England doe?
6854	Whence is the storm from Earth or Heaven above?
6854	Who heard or saw, observed or knew him better?
6854	Why should I live but to thy Praise?
6854	Y''affrighted nights appal''d, how do ye shake, When once you feel me your foundation quake?
6854	Ye Martilisk, what weapons for your fight To try your valor by, but it must feel My force?
6854	_ OLD ENGLAND._ Art ignorant indeed of these my woes?
6854	or is''t the hour That second Richard must be clapt i''th''tower?
12402	And was this bright-- this fair domain-- With all its beauty, formed in vain? 12402 No answer still?
12402	What if they meet this side the goal?
12402	A step at the gate, in the path, on the sill; Did the postman return?
12402	A world is waiting for thee: And shall it be deceived?
12402	Ah, then, who''d dream that aught so fair, Was fleeting as the Summer air?
12402	And archly she said as she gave him his tea,"Where''s the valentine Archy, you promised to me?
12402	And if he sometimes noisy grows, What matter, if he''s right?
12402	And is not such a scene as this the spell, That lulls the restless passions into peace?
12402	And lightnings glared those towering trees among?
12402	And who are those men, daughter, helping him down?
12402	And will he come and mock me with his booty, And twirl my visions round his bony finger?
12402	And will he tell my heart no other beauty Upon the earth is mine-- no other duty, Than for his mandate linger?
12402	Are there no duties there to do?
12402	Are they our kindred?
12402	But avails it aught?
12402	But that''s not all-- the horse I ride, The ox I yoke, the dog I chide, The flesh and fish and fowl we feed on Are kindred, too; is that agreed on?
12402	But why thus chide-- why not with gratitude Receive and cherish ev''ry gleam of joy?
12402	But, slowly she revives-- when, quick as light, His cloak and wig are instantly thrown by-- And what is that that greets her''wildered sight?
12402	But, who than Jackson ever yet Has filled a prouder grave?
12402	By yon steep stair of ruddy light The sun is climbing fast aloft; What makes the stealthy, creeping chill That hangs about the morning still?"
12402	Call back the pure, forgiven, To such a world as this?
12402	Can bleeding hearts refrain?
12402	Can earthly commerce hush the music of the heart, and shut the door of memory on a friend?
12402	Can you know All the good I owe to you?
12402	Canst thou read his inmost soul?
12402	Canst thou search his secret feelings?
12402	Canst thou tell the hidden motives Which his actions here control?
12402	Death have hush''d The music that endears, And makes this chill''d existence tolerable?
12402	Did angels with snow- white wings come down And hover about her dying bed?
12402	Did friends who had left it, to greet her, advance And joyfully lead her to dwell with them, there?
12402	Did her gaze rest on valleys and pastures green, Where roses in beauty supernal, bloom?
12402	Did she cross the deep Jordan without any fears For all were now calmed on her dear Saviour''s breast?
12402	Did strains of sweet music her senses entrance While Earth, with her loved ones, receded in air?
12402	Did they bear a white robe, and a starry crown To place on their sainted comrade''s head?
12402	Do lilacs bloom in the wild green wood?
12402	Do roses drop from the bilberry bough?
12402	Dost thou mourn for the hoary- headed sage Who has sunk to the grave''neath the weight of age?
12402	Dost thou mourn that the gray and mouldering door Swings back to the reverent crowd no more?
12402	Dost thou mourn, that from sacred desk the word Of life and truth is no longer heard?
12402	Doth a watcher, pale and patient, Folded from the tempest''s wrath, Wait the coming of my footsteps Down the grave''s long, lonesome path?
12402	Earth, air and sky, in dire commune, Demand-- what hand shall guide them now?
12402	For the bride''s decay?
12402	For the bridegroom''s fall?
12402	For the light of youth quenched in the tomb?
12402	For the vanquished pride of manhood''s bloom?
12402	Giant, young and strong, What impulse heaves thy throbbing breast?
12402	Hath the queen of all blossoming beauty Come forth with the early dawn?
12402	Have I return?
12402	Have we grown wiser?
12402	Heed the voice that asks in scorn,-- Thou liv''dst and reign''dst for what?
12402	Hey?
12402	Hold I the slightest part Within the boundless realm of thy confiding heart?
12402	How are you, George, my rhyming brother?
12402	How have we used this fleeting year?
12402	How long has that hand lain in dust?
12402	How long, and yet how long, must this frail bark be driven, While these unsteady, fitful hope- lights given, One after one expire?
12402	How long?
12402	How stands the case to- day?
12402	How, poor frail and erring mortal, Darest thou judge thy fellow- man And with bitter words and feelings, All his faults and frailties scan?
12402	I see her soul in yonder star, I see the soft lines of her face, And could God so unkindly mar That angel beauty and its grace?
12402	Is he erring?
12402	Is it chiming in woe or gladness, Its symphonies sweet and grand?
12402	Is it hung in an ancient turret?
12402	Is it rung for a shadowy sorrow, In the shadowy phantom land?
12402	Is it swung by a mortal hand?
12402	John A. Calhoun, my Joe John,"I wonder what you mean?"
12402	Just ask the wisest, What is matter?
12402	Let me see, Yes;"Can Christians consistently Engage in war against a brother And at the same time love each other?"
12402	List-- do you hear that mother speak For her son that is doom''d to die?
12402	Lying in your chamber low, Neath the daisies and the dew, Can you hear me?
12402	Must it be That all the fools in all creation, And knaves and thieves of every station In life, can call me their relation?
12402	No clothes to mend, that you could sew, No beer that''s worth the brewing?
12402	On pinions of light did she mount to the spheres Where all is contentment, and pleasure, and rest?
12402	Or dost thou ever give to me one thought?
12402	Or dost thou mourn that the house of God Has ceased to be a divine abode?
12402	Or shall the journey henceforth take A brighter phaze for me?
12402	Or shout for war?
12402	Or who shall hope, or friend, or foe, E''er to forget that hour?
12402	Reason return:--let strife be o''er?
12402	Saw ye in your solemn marches From the citadel of death, In our bridal halls of beauty Burning still the lamp of faith?
12402	Shall I next six- and- twenty make My journey, love, with thee?
12402	Shall warrior plumes bedeck thy crest?
12402	She cried--"within thy hidden hands What recompense is waiting me Beyond these naked wintry sands?
12402	She held her breath in silent dread, The crimson from her soft cheek fled, Low at her feet he knelt;--"No welcome for the leal and true?
12402	She is not dead, she''s shining In robes of spotless white; Why then are we repining?
12402	She is not dead-- O never Will sorrow cross her track; She''s passed Death''s darksome river, And who would have her back?
12402	That pastor and people have passed away, And the tears of night their graves bedew By the funeral cypress and solemn yew?
12402	That the gentle shepherd, who to pasture bore His flock, has gone, to return no more?
12402	That the tall and waving grass defiles The well- worn flags of the crowdless aisles?
12402	That the wild fox barks, and the owlet screams Where the organ and choir pealed out their themes?
12402	Then let me turn, and return too, For I have wandered from my text,-- Well, Mr. Steele, how do you do?
12402	Thus I behold thy wondrous arm And own thy works divine: Then what in life or death can harm So long as thou art mine?
12402	Thy mistress,--fair Beatrice,--dwells she here?
12402	To distant lands to roam and then Dead lips to welcome me again?
12402	To gain a life of shipwrecked bliss?
12402	To rise no more?
12402	Turning the lumbering, mumbling wheel; Which moans and groans as tho''t could feel?"
12402	WHAT IS MATTER?
12402	We can bear so much in youth; Who cares for a swift sharp pain?
12402	What ails the sunshine and the day?"
12402	What am I?
12402	What say''st thou?
12402	What startled you?
12402	What though the o''er- labored limbs are weary?
12402	When will the flood of human woe, That flows from folly, pride, and sin, Subside, and ever cease to flow?
12402	When will the reign of peace begin?
12402	When wilt thou come with thy tiny feet That bounded my glad embrace to meet?
12402	Where Nature, a paradise to grace, Hath loved her every charm to trace, That man, enamored of distress Should mar it into wilderness?"
12402	Where is the Divine compassion That God has shown to me?
12402	Where lilies in snowy and golden sheen Fill the air with their heavenly, rare perfume?
12402	Where then shall we poor mortals go?
12402	Who doubts, that ever saw him strike, He aimed to strike for right?
12402	Who never yield or quit the field, Can you blame Charlie then?
12402	Why dost thou pour thy sad complaint On the evening winds from a bosom faint?
12402	Why flee me, like a debtor in arrears?
12402	Why have I lived for this?
12402	Why rake out from time''s dull ashes, And before the world display Deeds, it may be, long repented And forgiven, ere this day?
12402	Why spend thy zest on barren sands?
12402	Wilt peal the bugle- blast afar And urge the cannon''s madd''ning roar?
12402	Wilt plead for right, or bleed for wrong?
12402	Wilt whisper peace?
12402	Years six and twenty have been mine To journey on alone: Shall I as many more repine, Before I am undone?
12402	Yet, when he deigned to raise it, Who could resist its power?
12402	and the sweets are free-- Wilt thou trill to the touch of outwearied fingers?
12402	and to his arm I''ll trust my destiny; For what in life or death can harm The soul that leans on thee?
12402	did you not hear that loud shriek?
12402	do you not see that wild eye?
12402	laughed the miller,"he pauses not and why-- In the sunshine pausing and musing I?
12402	may not my body rest Beneath that sod my heart loves best?
12402	my letter forget?
12402	my love, oh, why No answer to my pleading cry?"
12402	oh try to strengthen; Sad?
12402	seek in kindness, Then, to win him back to peace; Is he weak?
12402	the scene has turned, Where burn those fires now?
12402	what have I been doing?''
12402	what shall dry that country''s tears Fast falling o''er his fall?
12402	when will slumber cease to hold The limbs that lie so still and cold?
12402	whose heavy plaint Drifts down the deathly shadows faint, Why weep ye for this risen saint?
34752	My tears have been my meat day and night, while they continually say unto me, Where is thy God?
34752	''Tis why I''ve no heart now to pray?
34752	All harmony and love, All joy and glory there-- Say, would you not in these Eternal blessings share?
34752	An oft untimely grave the lot, Of those thus overcome; What desolation then is felt, In their once peaceful home?
34752	And are we prepared for this glorious place?
34752	And do they know my hopeless lot, In this dark cell confined?
34752	And hath his summons to your hearts been spoken?
34752	And is my father, mother, there, And brother, sister kind?
34752	And is there another dear loved one for me?
34752	And is there no promise made, In his name, of victory?
34752	And the Lord still to us our transgressions impute?
34752	And what are all these slow- revolving years, But funeral pageants of distress and tears?
34752	And who obedient stand?
34752	Angel of mercy art thou here And hovering o''er us now?
34752	Are our spirits crushed within us?
34752	Are the gates of mercy closed?
34752	Are we able to stand when the Lord shall appear?
34752	Are we assured our home''s in Heaven?
34752	Are we expecting to be there, and share each proffered bliss?
34752	Are we loitering on the way To the realms of endless day?
34752	Are we suffering persecution, trying God''s commands to keep?
34752	As he goes who can know he will ever return?
34752	Bids he any be a slave To despair or doubt or fear?
34752	But where will the thoughtless sinner Find a secret place to hide, From the wrath of him who loved us, And for us was crucified?
34752	Could the hope of salvation be given once more, Would we not turn our backs on our Lord, as before?
34752	Dear loved one sleeping-- sympathy, oh, where?
34752	Do trials, unexpected, rise?
34752	Do we in higher circles move?
34752	Do we oft in silence weep?
34752	Do we with all the heart believe, And God''s approving smile receive?
34752	Do you say''tis on the altar?
34752	Does not thy heart begin to feel The claims of Him who wounds to heal?
34752	Does patience have her perfect work, While thus you break each vow?
34752	Dost thou not feel a mightier power, A hand divine in this dark hour?
34752	For me wast thou nourished, In that dear, quiet spot, To tell when thou flourished, I was not forgot?
34752	Forever with Christ in his glorious home,-- Oh, who can such glory and bliss comprehend?
34752	Has his arm grown short to save?
34752	Has it taken its flight?
34752	Has not help on One been laid Strong to save and set us free?
34752	Has the Spirit been grieved?
34752	Hath he links of fond affection broken, And borne a loved one from this mortal shore?
34752	Hath his dark shadow crossed your threshold o''er?
34752	Have loved ones gone, does earth look drear?
34752	Have we nought to dread or fear?
34752	Have you again become To appetite a slave?
34752	Heavy is his ear to hear?
34752	Heed not the tempter when he comes, And pleads once more to yield; Have you not fully yet resolved, To shun this battle- field?
34752	Homeless was my blessed Saviour, Patient, too, mid all his grief; Why be downcast, sad, desponding, When he''ll freely give relief?
34752	How fiercely does the conflict rage within, While striving to subdue some cherished sin; What shall be done?
34752	How long shall I o''er this bewail?
34752	I cherished and loved him; and who can tell My anguish while on his departure I dwell?
34752	If we blindly hug earth''s treasures, where shall we a shelter find?
34752	In view of this, who dare a sin commit?
34752	Is every weight now laid aside?
34752	Is the cloud of radiant light, Glowing round th''Eternal throne, Shrouded in a pall of night, Or in outer darkness gone?
34752	Is the fount of glory dried?
34752	Is there a dark and heavy cloud, Now gathering out of sight, To come o''er this my cheerful path, And turn it into night?
34752	Is there no all- beaming sun In the heavens above thee now?
34752	Is there no one who will our sorrows share?
34752	Is there one here, who, e''er thus far, Has blameless been preserved?
34752	Is there one here, without one beam of hope?
34752	Lie still, e''en here, and search the hidden cause; O''er every sin has victory been won?
34752	Like Peter we deny our Lord, and spurn his tender care; Such base ingratitude as this, who but a God could bear?
34752	May a strong cord of union now bind me to thee?
34752	Now are we drawing near the port, Decisions soon all made in court, The scene will close, the Lord will come,-- And who with him will have a home?
34752	O sweet, lovely flower, For me didst thou bloom In a far distant bower, My path to perfume?
34752	Oh, where are all the glad and gay, That filled the brightly- lighted hall; With loving hearts to music''s lay, Responded to the joyous call?
34752	Oh, who will endure the last searching test, With Abrah''m and Isaac and Jacob be blest In the kingdom of God?
34752	Oppressed, desponding, bordering on despair?
34752	Or cause us not in lowliness, vain thoughts of self to hide?
34752	Or hope to be sustained?
34752	Prepare for the trouble that soon is to come-- Who then will enjoy his own loved quiet home?
34752	Shall I find the same friends and the dear quiet room, And my former engagements pursue?
34752	Shall we behold the glorious city fair, And by the King of kings be welcomed there?
34752	Shall we cling, then, to what Christ would have us give up?
34752	Shall we grow weary then?
34752	Shall we lose courage now?
34752	Shall we then see her in immortal bloom, Risen triumphant from the silent tomb?
34752	Shall we then sink beneath the rod, Inflicted by a holy God To purify and make us white, That he may be our sole delight?
34752	Shall we there meet her all in bright array, And spend in Heaven with her an endless day?
34752	Should those here hold their peace, whom God has his own Spirit given, Where could he look for honor due, and whom make meet for Heaven?
34752	Sickness prostrates; helpless sufferer, Who can stem the sorrowing tide?
34752	Sleep we on while danger''s near?
34752	Still sinking''neath gloom''s dark and heavy cloud, Not thinking e''er one cheering boon to share?
34752	Taken in Satan''s artful snare, Who once had power with God in prayer, Their minds and hearts by sin enslaved-- Can such go through?
34752	Tempted, tried, desponding one, Why does darkness shade thy brow?
34752	That all our sins are now forgiven?
34752	The Friends of my Youth: Where are They?
34752	The debt is paid; salvation''s free, Though Jesus''life it cost, And all who come to him he''ll save; Then why should you be lost?
34752	The exhilarating influence When loved, who will forego?
34752	The last besetting sin denied?
34752	Then judge not harshly; who can tell Thy brother''s suffering now, That he has failed in any point, To pay the Lord his vow?
34752	Then who would shrink from the lowly band, Who make their peace with the King of kings?
34752	There may have been no outward act To cause one pang of grief; But has there been no secret fault, No sin of unbelief?
34752	These are the jewels he would gain, this course would fain pursue; That he is not like them, he asks, to whom is glory due?
34752	These calls unheeded, who the end can know?
34752	Though on them glows the copper tint, though African their race, What matters these distinctions of their nation, lot, or place?
34752	Though we gain the world, what profit, If we lose our souls at last?
34752	Thy waves and thy billows are over me gone, With the Psalmist, I mournfully say, And ask, Why cast down?
34752	To eat with her the fruit of earth made new, And give to Jesus praise and glory due?
34752	To this desolate self am I left?
34752	We may exalted be by men, Be censured and condemned; what then?
34752	We''ll shout, O death where is thy sting?
34752	Well, be it so; your course pursue, But what will be the end?
34752	Went there ever unsupplied, Any who in God reposed?
34752	What news is this falls on my ear?
34752	What next will to my sight appear?
34752	What room for gay and festive cheer, While woe and darkness span the earth?
34752	What though false reports are started, and believed by those we love?
34752	What though we''re wrongfully accused, Oft times e''en slanderously abused?
34752	What though you''ve learned of envy''s wiles, The slanderous tongue, which oft beguiles?
34752	When dark misfortune''s tide is up, Its surges running high, If we have lost our hold on God, Where then for refuge fly?
34752	When fortune''s wheel turns, will the gate opened be, Be opened for me to come through?
34752	Where Is Thy God?
34752	Where look for refuge now?
34752	While sin and suffering, pain and death, still throw, Their baleful shadow over all below?
34752	While some in love receive the truth, More will its claims deride; Why will they slight the offered boon?
34752	Who at stern duty''s call, Unbound by selfish will, Meekly resign their earthly all, Its bidding to fulfill?
34752	Who can describe the bliss there''ll be, When blessed with immortality?
34752	Who here long can stand with his sins unconfessed?
34752	Who is Without Fault?
34752	Who kept good her needed store, When Elijah shared her morsel, having naught to purchase more?
34752	Who made us thus to differ here?
34752	Who never strayed, made one mistake, Or e''er from duty swerved?
34752	Who the widow''s oil replenished?
34752	Who then can sacrifice too much, too much for him endure?
34752	Who when the cross appears, Hasten its weight to bear; Glad, though it be through thorns and tears, The cross of Christ to share?
34752	Who will escape the many ills increasing on the land?
34752	Who would not be with saints and angels blest, And have in Heaven at last eternal rest?
34752	Who would not thus be honored of the Lord, And have from him a large and rich reward?
34752	Who would not weep when one so lovely dies?
34752	Who, with such a friend as Jesus, can be troubled or dismayed?
34752	Whose breast with ardor glows, The conflict to begin; Warring, but not with carnal foes, Wrestling with every sin?
34752	Whose is a willing heart, Whose is a ready hand; Joyful in Jesus''cause to start, Joyful for him to stand?
34752	Whose is a willing heart?
34752	Why Art Thou Cast Down?
34752	Why art thou numbered with the early dead?
34752	Why disquieted, opprest?
34752	Why hail we thus each new- born year, With voice of joy and scenes of mirth?
34752	Why ope the wound-- that wound so deeply given, When from the parent tree this branch was riven?
34752	Why risk the victory you have gained?
34752	Why take the gall perverted tastes to please, When nought but Jesus''dying blood, God''s anger can appease?
34752	Why this dark depth of grief and gloom, this anguish and despair?
34752	Why thus disquieted, cast down?
34752	Why thus sink in sight of Heaven?
34752	Why thus?
34752	Why wound our souls?
34752	Will You be a Pilgrim?
34752	Will you come in with the pilgrims, though a remnant they may be, And know the blessed privilege of gospel liberty?
34752	Will you go against the multitude, in his own strength and name?
34752	Will you have this hope to cheer you, to an unfading crown-- A crown that far outshines this world, with all its grand renown?
34752	Will you part with earth''s delusive joys, with all its vain delights, And"bear the consecrated cross,"to have the Christian''s rights?
34752	Will you take the name of Christ, and be redeemed by sovereign grace, And find in him from every storm a sure, safe hiding- place?
34752	Would not the same spirit still bear the same fruit?
34752	Would you call me your mother?
34752	You''ve boasted victory here, Why sink beneath the wave?
34752	and who will be lost, To find when too late, what earth''s pleasures have cost?
34752	are higher placed by birth?
34752	can such be saved?
34752	shall I see his face, And rest in his embrace Forevermore?
34752	the king and hero dies; And though''tis said the great here lies,''T might well be asked,"False marble, where?
34752	what change has cooled the fervor; what could mean this cold retreat?
34752	where is now thy God?
34752	who gives the strength and power To hold the victory over self, in dark temptation''s hour?
34752	why should I think any harm could be there?
34752	will you suffer sorrow here, and have a home in Heaven, A kingdom that will shortly be, to all the faithful given?