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- p. 12, line 22The substance of an artist's mood or savan's studies long,
- p. 14, line 8An image, an eidólon.
- p. 19, line 22For me an audience interminable.
- p. 21, line 21And I will report all heroism from an American point of view.
- p. 31, line 13Not an inch nor a particle of an inch is vile, and none shall be less familiar than the rest.
- p. 32, line 9Looks down, is erect, or bends an arm on an impalpable certain rest,
- p. 34, line 15I am not an earth nor an adjunct of an earth,
- p. 37, line 14An unseen hand also pass'd over their bodies,
- p. 38, line 22Ya-honk he says, and sounds it down to me like an invitation,
- p. 47, line 11The wonder is always and always how there can be a mean man or an infidel.
- p. 47, line 27I but enter by them to an area of my dwelling.
- p. 59, line 18How he knuckled tight and gave not back an inch, and was faith ful of days and faithful of nights,
- p. 60, line 23I am an old artillerist, I tell of my fort's bombardment,
- p. 61, line 16They treated for an honorable capitulation, receiv'd writing and seal, gave up their arms and march'd back prisoners of war.
- p. 62, line 7Would you hear of an old-time sea-fight?
- p. 63, line 18The dead face of an old salt with long white hair and carefully curl'd whiskers,
- p. 65, line 5I troop forth replenish'd with supreme power, one of an average unending procession,
- p. 66, line 24Every room of the house do I fill with an arm'd force,
- p. 71, line 17I am an acme of things accomplish'd, and I an encloser of things to be.
- p. 71, line 18My feet strike an apex of the apices of the stairs,
- p. 72, line 6For it the nebula cohered to an orb,
- p. 75, line 16The nearest gnat is an explanation, and a drop or motion of waves a key,
- p. 76, line 11And to glance with an eye or show a bean in its pod confounds the learning of all times,
- p. 90, line 10Two sleepers at night lying close together as they sleep, one with an arm slanting down across and below the waist of the other,
- p. 92, line 22As for an hour carrying us diverse, yet cannot carry us diverse forever;
- p. 97, line 7I will give an example to lovers to take permanent shape and will through the States,
- p. 100, line 17Not in many an oath and promise broken,
- p. 109, line 1A GLIMPSE through an interstice caught,
- p. 109, line 16For an athlete is enamour'd of me, and I of him,
- p. 126, line 8You but arrive at the city to which you were destin'd, you hardly settle yourself to satisfaction before you are call'd by an irresistible call to depart,
- p. 129, line 11Clouds of the west—sun there half an hour high—I see you also face to face.
- p. 130, line 4Fifty years hence, others will see them as they cross, the sun half an hour high,
- p. 135, line 21Every existence has its idiom, every thing has an idiom and tongue,
- p. 136, line 10And the authors take him for an author, and the artists for an artist,
- p. 140, line 8Northward, young men of Mannahatta, the target company from an excursion returning home at evening, the musket-muzzles all bear bunches of flowers presented by women;
- p. 142, line 1In Kanadian forests the moose, large as an ox, corner'd by hunters, rising desperately on his hind-feet, and plunging with his fore-feet, the hoofs as sharp as knives—and I, plunging at the hunters, corner'd and desperate,
- p. 148, line 23Long varied train of an emblem, dabs of music,
- p. 151, line 19The sack of an old city in its time,
- p. 158, line 20Join'd with an irresistible, natural gravitation,
- p. 159, line 13Arthur vanish'd with all his knights, Merlin and Lancelot and Galahad, all gone, dissolv'd utterly like an exhalation;
- p. 180, line 22He and the rest shall not forget you, they shall perceive that you are not an iota less than they,
- p. 182, line 2An uncaught bird is ever hovering, hovering,
- p. 187, line 19No pleasure waiting for others, but an equal pleasure waits for you.
- p. 188, line 3The hopples fall from your ankles, you find an unfailing sufficiency,
- p. 189, line 15Not for an embroiderer,
- p. 190, line 16I henceforth tread the world chaste, temperate, an early riser, a steady grower,
- p. 190, line 23I would sing how an old man, tall, with white hair, mounted the scaffold in Virginia,
- p. 205, line 18An ocean-bell—O a warning bell, rock'd by the waves.
- p. 218, line 6HAST never come to thee an hour,
- p. 221, line 1War! an arm'd race is advancing! the welcome for battle, no turning away;
- p. 221, line 2War! be it weeks, months, or years, an arm'd race is advancing to welcome it.
- p. 227, line 9The Continent, devoting the whole identity without reserving an atom,
- p. 227, line 23May they stand fast, then? not an hour except you above them and all stand fast;)
- p. 228, line 8Out of reach, an idea only, yet furiously fought for, risking bloody death, loved by me,
- p. 234, line 6While scornfully laugh'd many an arrogant lord off against us encamp'd,
- p. 235, line 8In the midst of you stands an encampment very old,
- p. 236, line 2With now the sound of a single shot snapping like a whip, and now an irregular volley,
- p. 236, line 12Like a phantom far or near an occasional figure moving,
- p. 239, line 5We come to an open space in the woods, and halt by the dim-lighted building,
- p. 239, line 6'Tis a large old church at the crossing roads, now an impromptu hospital,
- p. 239, line 18An occasional scream or cry, the doctor's shouted orders or calls,
- p. 241, line 15AN old man bending I come among new faces,
- p. 242, line 25An attendant follows holding a tray, he carries a refuse pail,
- p. 244, line 12Give me an arbor, give me the trellis'd grape,
- p. 245, line 18O such for me! O an intense life, full to repletion and varied!
- p. 247, line 10From Maine and from hot Carolina, and another an Oregonese, shall be friends triune,
- p. 247, line 21Or by an agreement on a paper? or by arms?
- p. 255, line 18In the dooryard fronting an old farm-house near the white-wash'd palings,
- p. 268, line 16An offal rank, to the dunghill maggots spurn'd.)
- p. 272, line 16In the need of songs, philosophy, an appropriate native grand-opera, shipcraft, any craft,
- p. 279, line 23For an army heaves in sight, O another gathering army,
- p. 284, line 7FAR hence amid an isle of wondrous beauty,
- p. 284, line 8Crouching over a grave an ancient sorrowful mother,
- p. 284, line 11At her feet fallen an unused royal harp,
- p. 284, line 18It was an illusion, the son you love was not really dead,
- p. 284, line 27I curious pause, for lo, an outcast form, a poor dead prostitute brought,
- p. 285, line 14Months, years, an echoing, garnish'd house—but dead, dead, dead.
- p. 296, line 2Thy name an earth, with mountains, fields and tides.
- p. 300, line 1My girl I appoint with you an appointment, and I charge you that you make preparation to be worthy to meet me,
- p. 302, line 6The group, (an unminded point set in a vast surrounding,)
- p. 302, line 14Do you not see how it would serve to have such a body and soul that when you enter the crowd an atmosphere of desire and command enters with you, and every one is impress'd with your Personality?
- p. 304, line 22Nor plann'd and built one thing after another as an architect plans and builds a house.
- p. 308, line 1AN old man's thought of school,
- p. 308, line 2An old man gathering youthful memories and blooms that youth itself cannot.
- p. 313, line 11I hear in the William Tell the music of an arous'd and angry people,
- p. 330, line 1A show of the summer softness—a contact of something unseen—an amour of the light and air,
- p. 332, line 19LET the reformers descend from the stands where they are forever bawling—let an idiot or insane person appear on each of the stands;
- p. 333, line 11Not a day passes, not a minute or second without an accouchement,
- p. 333, line 15The physician after long putting off gives the silent and terrible look for an answer,
- p. 334, line 12A hearse and stages, the funeral of an old Broadway stage-driver, the cortege mostly drivers.
- p. 335, line 18The earth is not an echo, man and his life and all the things of his life are well-consider'd.
- p. 337, line 20I swear I think now that every thing without exception has an eternal soul!
- p. 339, line 23Young and strong I pass knowing well I am destin'd myself to an early death;
- p. 347, line 17But an odor I'd bring as from forests of pine in Maine, or breath of an Illinois prairie,
- p. 348, line 8Thou that lay folded like an unborn babe within its folds so long,
- p. 350, line 6Thee in an education grown of thee, in teachers, studies, students, born of thee,
- p. 353, line 9The face of an amour, the face of veneration,
- p. 353, line 10The face as of a dream, the face of an immobile rock,
- p. 353, line 24This is a face of bitter herbs, this an emetic, they need no label,
- p. 354, line 1This face is an epilepsy, its wordless tongue gives out the unearthly cry,
- p. 354, line 8An unceasing death-bell tolls there.
- p. 355, line 28She sits in an armchair under the shaded porch of the farmhouse,
- p. 359, line 17Thy madly-whistled laughter, echoing, rumbling like an earthquake, rousing all,
- p. 360, line 6I pass rude sea-headlands and enter Pamlico sound through an inlet, and dart my vision inland;
- p. 361, line 3Rich, hemm'd thick all around with sailships and steamships, an island sixteen miles long, solid-founded,
- p. 362, line 15Open but still a secret, the real of the real, an illusion,
- p. 377, line 10Absorb them well O my earth, she cried, I charge you lose not my sons, lose not an atom,
- p. 377, line 20Exhale me them centuries hence, breathe me their breath, let not an atom be lost,
- p. 377, line 21O years and graves! O air and soil! O my dead, an aroma sweet!
- p. 379, line 6Of many an aspiration fond, of many a dream and plan;
- p. 381, line 9I announce an end that shall lightly and joyfully meet its translation.
- p. 382, line 22An unknown sphere more real than I dream'd, more direct, darts awakening rays about me, So long!
- p. 384, line 73[…] Flame, 402 The Dismantled Ship, 403 Now Precedent Songs, Farewell, 403 An Evening Lull, 403 Old Age's Lambent Peaks, 404 After the Supper and […]
- p. 385, line 20Quench'd by an early death.
- p. 389, line 1Steaming the northern rapids—(an old St. Lawrence reminiscence,
- p. 397, line 2(Now buried in an English grave—and this a memory-leaf for her dear sake,)
- p. 397, line 6"Life, life an endless march, an endless army, (no halt, but it is duly over,)
- p. 398, line 22As soldier from an ended war return'd—As traveler out of myriads, to the long procession retrospective,
- p. 399, line 2Which, strange to tell, gave me an answer, as here translated:
- p. 403, line 3An old, dismasted, gray and batter'd ship, disabled, done,
- p. 406, line 12[…] Twain, 410. My 71st Year, 410. Apparitions, 410. The Pallid Wreath, 411. An Ended Day, 411. Old Age's Ship & Crafty Death's, 412. To the Pending […]
- p. 411, line 31[…] a phrase I heard from a surgeon describing an old sailor's death under peculiarly gentle conditions […]
- p. 414, line 17AN ancient song, reciting, ending,
- p. 415, line 29An old man's garrulous lips among the rest, Think not we give out yet,
- p. 418, line 6A day—a passing moment or an hour—America itself bends low,
- p. 418, line 30Under an ancient chestnut-tree wide spreading its branches,
- p. 427, line 17[…] have unwittingly taken up that challenge and made an attempt at such statements—which I certainly would not assume […]
- p. 427, line 37[…] has changed. As I write, I see in an article on Wordsworth, in one of the current English magazines […]
- p. 427, line 38[…] English magazines, the lines, "A few weeks ago an eminent French critic said that, owing to the special tendency […]
- p. 432, line 30[…] have it yet,) containing Walter Scott's poetry entire—an inexhaustible mine and treasury of poetic forage (especially the endless […]
- p. 433, line 7[…] it happen'd, I read the latter mostly in an old wood. The Iliad (Buckley's prose version,) I read first […]
- p. 433, line 16[…] Edgar Poe's poems—of which I was not an admirer, tho' I always saw that beyond their limited range […]
- p. 433, line 27Another point had an early settlement, clearing the ground greatly. I saw, from the […]
- p. 433, line 33[…] from straying however far a distance, must be an identical body and soul, a personality—which personality, after many […]
- p. 434, line 4[…] war's sights and scenes the final reasons-for-being of an autochthonic and passionate song definitely came forth […]
- p. 435, line 17[…] my verse. I think this pride indispensable to an American. I think it not inconsistent with obedience, humility, deference […]
- p. 435, line 33[…] to be endangering, perhaps eliminating. But that forms an appearance only; the reality is quite different. The new influences […]
- p. 435, line 41Without yielding an inch the working-man and working-woman were to be in my […]
- p. 436, line 23[…] towards the thought and fact of sexuality, as an element in character, personality, the emotions, and a theme in […]
- p. 436, line 30[…] the human body and soul must remain as an entirety […]
- p. 437, line 9[…] should directly or indirectly be or connive at an implicit belief in the wisdom, health, mystery, beauty of every […]
- p. 437, line 40As the present is perhaps mainly an attempt at personal statement or illustration, I will allow myself […]
- p. 438, line 10[…] of my own emotional and other personal nature—an attempt, from first to last, to put a Person, a […]