 RECONCILIATION WORD over all, beautiful as the sky, Beautiful that war and all its deeds of carnage must in time be utterly lost, That the hands of the sisters Death and Night incessantly softly wash again, and ever again, this soil'd world; For my enemy...  The Cheltonian - Page 192by Cheltenham College - 1868Full view - About this book
 | Arthur H. R. Fairchild - 1912 - 290 lehte
...the hands of the sisters Death and Night incessantly softly wash again, and ever again, this soil'd world ; For my enemy is dead, a man divine as myself...where he lies white-faced and still in the coffin — I draw near, Bend down and touch lightly with my lips the white face in the coffin." Whitman's... | |
 | John Albert Macy - 1913 - 368 lehte
...nature and as Whitman makes us feel it in the meaning of nature. Love, the reconciler, enfolds all: Word over all, beautiful as the sky, Beautiful that...incessantly softly wash again and ever again, this soil'd world ; For my enemy is dead, a man divine as myself is dead, I look where he lies white-faced... | |
 | John Bartlett, Nathan Haskell Dole - 1914 - 1514 lehte
...phantom moon; Immense and silent moon. Ibid. Dirge for Two Veterant. 1 See Herbert Spencer, page 773. Beautiful that war and all its deeds of carnage, must...softly wash again and ever again, this soiled world. Drum- Taps. Reconciliation. When lilacs last in the door-yard bloomed, And the great star early drooped... | |
 | Walt Whitman - 1916 - 388 lehte
...on their backs with arms toss'd wide, Pour down your unstinted nimbus, sacred moon. RECONCILIATION WORD over all, beautiful as the sky, Beautiful that...incessantly softly wash again, and ever again, this soil'd world; For my enemy is dead, a man divine as myself is dead, I look where he lies white-faced... | |
 | James Oppenheim - 1917 - 840 lehte
...dying boys, and kissed their eyes shut as they died in his arms. The poem is called "Reconciliation." "Word over all, beautiful as the sky, Beautiful that...incessantly softly wash again, and ever again, this soil'd world; For my enemy is dead, a man divine as myself is dead, I look where he lies white-faced... | |
 | Walt Whitman - 1916 - 390 lehte
...on their backs with arms toss'd wide, Pour down your unstinted nimbus, sacred moon. RECONCILIATION WORD over all, beautiful as the sky, Beautiful that...incessantly softly wash again, and ever again, this soil'd world ; For my enemy is dead, a man divine as myself is dead, I look where he lies white-faced... | |
 | Robert Maynard Leonard - 1918 - 136 lehte
...when you are gone ; Let them identify you to the future, in these songs. WALT WHITMAN. RECONCILIATION WORD over all, beautiful as the sky ! Beautiful that...where he lies white-faced and still, in the coffin— I draw near ; 5 I bend down, and touch lightly with my lips the white face in the coffin. WALT WHITMAN,... | |
 | Max Eastman - 1918 - 144 lehte
...victory, nor defeat — no more time's dark events, Charging like ceaseless clouds across the sky. Word over all, beautiful as the sky! Beautiful that...incessantly softly wash again, and ever again, this soil'd world. . . . These sculptural sentences, with their rhythmic and still clarity of form, if they... | |
 | Elmer Stetson Harden - 1919 - 264 lehte
...what Walt Whitman wrote after the victory of our Civil War, and behold the ideal. "Reconciliation, Word over all, beautiful as the sky, Beautiful that...again, this soiled world; For my enemy is dead, a man as divine as myself is dead, 243 ' I look where he lies white-faced and still in the coffin — I draw... | |
 | Walt Whitman, Richard Maurice Bucke, Thomas Biggs Harned, Horace Traubel - 1919 - 916 lehte
...of the sisters Death and Night incessantly softly wash again, and ever again, this soil'd world; t, For my enemy is dead, a man divine as myself is dead, 1 look where he lies white-faced and still in the coff1n — 1 draw near, Bend down and touch lightly... | |
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