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ALWAYS our old feuillage! Always Florida’s green peninsula—always the priceless delta of Louisiana—always the cotton-fields of Alabama and Texas, Always California’s golden hills and hollows, and the silver moun- tains of New Mexico—always soft-breath’d Cuba, Always the vast slope drain’d by…
OTHERS may praise what they like; But I, from the banks of the running Missouri, praise nothing in art or aught else, Till it has well inhaled the atmosphere of this river, also the western prairie-scent, And exudes it all again.
[When I was nearly grown to manhood in Brooklyn, New York, (middle of 1838,) I met one of the return’d U. S. Marines from Fort Moultrie, S. C., and had long talks with him—learn’d the occurrence below described—death of Osceola.…
[Voltaire closed a famous argument by claiming that a ship of war and the grand opera were proofs enough of civilization’s and France’s progress, in his day.] A lesser proof than old Voltaire’s, yet greater, Proof of this present time,…
One’s-Self I sing, a simple separate person, Yet utter the word Democratic, the word En-Masse. Of physiology from top to toe I sing, Not physiognomy alone nor brain alone is worthy for the Muse, I say the Form complete is…
ONE sweeps by, attended by an immense train, All emblematic of peace–not a soldier or menial among them. One sweeps by, old, with black eyes, and profuse white hair, He has the simple magnificence of health and strength, His face…
ONE hour to madness and joy! O furious! O confine me not! (What is this that frees me so in storms? What do my shouts amid lightnings and raging winds mean?) O to drink the mystic deliria deeper than any…
ONCE I pass’d through a populous city imprinting my brain for future use with its shows, architecture, customs, traditions, Yet now of all that city I remember only a woman I casually met there who detain’d me for love of me,…
ON, on the same, ye jocund twain! My life and recitative, containing birth, youth, mid-age years, Fitful as motley-tongues of flame, inseparably twined and merged in one—combining all, My single soul—aims, confirmations, failures, joys—Nor single soul alone, I chant my…
On the beach at night alone, As the old mother sways her to and fro singing her husky song, As I watch the bright stars shining, I think a thought of the clef of the universes and of the future.…