John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| Walt Whitman. (1819–1892) (continued) |
| 7416 |
| I was thinking the day most splendid, till I saw what the not-day exhibited; I was thinking this globe enough, till there sprang out so noiseless around me myriads of other globes. |
| Night on the Prairies. |
| 7417 |
| I see that I am to wait for what will be exhibited by death. |
| Night on the Prairies. |
| 7418 |
| I swear I think there is nothing but immortality! |
| To think of Time. 9. |
| 7419 |
| The paths to the house I seek to make, But leave to those to come the house itself. |
| Thou Mother with thy Equal Brood. 1. |
| 7420 |
| Society waits unformed and is between things ended and things begun. |
| Thoughts. 1. |
| 7421 |
| Now obey thy cherished secret wish, Embrace thy friends—leave all in order; To port and hawser’s tie no more returning, Depart upon thy endless cruise, old Sailor! |
| Now Finalè to the Shore. (To Tennyson). |
| 7422 |
| I announce the great individual, fluid as Nature, chaste, affectionate, compassionate, fully armed; I announce a life that shall be copious, vehement, spiritual, bold, And I announce an end that shall lightly and joyfully meet its translation. |
| So Long! |
| William Wetmore Story. (1819–1895) |
| 7423 |
| I sing the hymn of the conquered, who fell in the Battle of Life,— 1 The hymn of the wounded, the beaten, who died overwhelmed in the strife…. |
| Note 1. Whitman: To a Foiled European Revolutionaire; Now it seems to me, when it can not be helped that defeat is great. [back] |