Whitman, as Printed

‹ Leaves of Grass, 1891–92

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  1. p. 9, line 13The genius of poets of old lands,
  2. p. 10, line 11By sailors young and old haply will I, a reminiscence of the land, be read,
  3. p. 11, line 11TO thee old cause!
  4. p. 12, line 29The old, old urge,
  5. p. 12, line 32The old, old urge, eidólons.
  6. p. 13, line 3Old conquerors, old campaigns, old sailors' voyages,
  7. p. 16, line 3One who should serve the good old cause, the great idea, the progress and freedom of the race,
  8. p. 20, line 13I conn'd old times,
  9. p. 26, line 11Land of the Old Thirteen! Massachusetts land! land of Vermont and Connecticut!
  10. p. 27, line 6Hereby applying these leaves to the new ones from the hour they unite with the old ones,
  11. p. 29, line 13I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin,
  12. p. 31, line 23The latest dates, discoveries, inventions, societies, authors old and new,
  13. p. 33, line 18It may be you are from old people, or from offspring taken soon out of their mothers' laps,
  14. p. 33, line 20This grass is very dark to be from the white heads of old mothers,
  15. p. 33, line 21Darker than the colorless beards of old men,
  16. p. 34, line 1And the hints about old men and mothers, and the offspring taken soon out of their laps.
  17. p. 34, line 2What do you think has become of the young and old men?
  18. p. 34, line 21For me the sweet-heart and the old maid, for me mothers and the mothers of mothers,
  19. p. 39, line 4I see in them and myself the same old law.
  20. p. 40, line 5The western turkey-shooting draws old and young, some lean on their rifles, some sit on logs,
  21. p. 41, line 24The old husband sleeps by his wife and the young husband sleeps by his wife;
  22. p. 42, line 3I am of old and young, of the foolish as much as the wise,
  23. p. 47, line 22This is the lexicographer, this the chemist, this made a grammar of the old cartouches,
  24. p. 54, line 11In vain the plutonic rocks send their old heat against my approach,
  25. p. 56, line 11Where the brook puts out of the roots of the old tree and flows to the meadow,
  26. p. 57, line 23Pleas'd with the native and pleas'd with the foreign, pleas'd with the new and old,
  27. p. 58, line 12Walking the old hills of Judæa with the beautiful gentle God by my side,
  28. p. 59, line 27The mother of old, condemn'd for a witch, burnt with dry wood, her children gazing on,
  29. p. 60, line 23I am an old artillerist, I tell of my fort's bombardment,
  30. p. 62, line 3A youth not seventeen years old seiz'd his assassin till two more came to release him,
  31. p. 63, line 18The dead face of an old salt with long white hair and carefully curl'd whiskers,
  32. p. 65, line 25Say, old top-knot, what do you want?
  33. p. 67, line 5Outbidding at the start the old cautious hucksters,
  34. p. 68, line 15Ever the old inexplicable query, ever that thorn'd thumb, that breath of itches and thirsts,
  35. p. 70, line 21Nor the old man who has lived without purpose, and feels it with bitterness worse than gall,
  36. p. 72, line 22Old age superbly rising! O welcome, ineffable grace of dying days!
  37. p. 76, line 3The young mother and old mother comprehend me,
  38. p. 83, line 4He was six feet tall, he was over eighty years old, his sons were massive, clean, bearded, tan-faced, handsome,
  39. p. 86, line 2The same old blood! the same red-running blood!
  40. p. 88, line 22Their flesh has the old divine suppleness and strength,
  41. p. 95, line 3I, a child, very old, over waves, towards the house of maternity, the land of migrations, look afar,
  42. p. 99, line 17Now by the post-and-rail fences where the old stones thrown there, pick'd from the fields, have accumulated,
  43. p. 101, line 20(So to the students the old professor,
  44. p. 104, line 6Buds to be unfolded on the old terms,
  45. p. 107, line 22Through youth and through middle and old age, how unfaltering, how affectionate and faithful they were,
  46. p. 109, line 7You natural persons old and young!
  47. p. 111, line 23I, forty years old the eighty-third year of the States,
  48. p. 112, line 16Who are the groups of old men going slowly with their arms about each other's necks?
  49. p. 113, line 8I hear of the Italian boat-sculler the musical recitative of old poems,
  50. p. 115, line 21I see the site of the old empire of Assyria, and that of Persia, and that of India,
  51. p. 115, line 26I see the temples of the deaths of the bodies of Gods, I see the old signifiers.
  52. p. 116, line 1I see Christ eating the bread of his last supper in the midst of youths and old persons,
  53. p. 118, line 10The helpless infants, and the helpless old men and women.
  54. p. 119, line 5You Jew journeying in your old age through every risk to stand once on Syrian ground!
  55. p. 121, line 9(Still here I carry my old delicious burdens,
  56. p. 125, line 1Toward the fluid and attaching character exudes the sweat of the love of young and old,
  57. p. 126, line 4I do not offer the old smooth prizes, but offer rough new prizes,
  58. p. 126, line 26Journeyers with their own sublime old age of manhood or womanhood,
  59. p. 126, line 27Old age, calm, expanded, broad with the haughty breadth of the universe,
  60. p. 126, line 28Old age, flowing free with the delicious near-by freedom of death.
  61. p. 130, line 14I too many and many a time cross'd the river of old,
  62. p. 132, line 5I too knitted the old knot of contrariety,
  63. p. 132, line 16Lived the same life with the rest, the same old laughing, gnawing, sleeping,
  64. p. 132, line 18The same old role, the role that is what we make it, as great as we like,
  65. p. 133, line 16Live, old life! play the part that looks back on the actor or actress!
  66. p. 133, line 17Play the old role, the role that is great or small according as one makes it!
  67. p. 138, line 7ALWAYS our old feuillage!
  68. p. 139, line 18The shadows, gleams, up under the leaves of the old sycamore-trees, the flames with the black smoke from the pitch-pine curling and rising;
  69. p. 142, line 7These affording, in all their particulars, the old feuillage to me and to America, how can I do less than pass the clew of the union of them, to afford the like to you?
  70. p. 143, line 19And through the orchard and along the old lanes once more.
  71. p. 145, line 12O the whaleman's joys! O I cruise my old cruise again!
  72. p. 145, line 25O the old manhood of me, my noblest joy of all!
  73. p. 151, line 19The sack of an old city in its time,
  74. p. 151, line 23Craft and thievery of camp-followers, men running, old persons despairing,
  75. p. 153, line 19The old customs and phrases are confronted, turn'd back, or laid away.
  76. p. 156, line 21The shape of the liquor-bar lean'd against by the young rum-drinker and the old rum-drinker,
  77. p. 158, line 7While how little the New after all, how much the Old, Old World!
  78. p. 158, line 27Nor shades of Virgil and Dante, nor myriad memories, poems, old associations, magnetize and hold on to her?
  79. p. 160, line 5And yet the same old human race, the same within, without,
  80. p. 160, line 7The same old love, beauty and use the same.
  81. p. 161, line 6You shall see hands at work at all the old processes and all the new ones,
  82. p. 161, line 25In your vast state vaster than all the old,
  83. p. 162, line 10Away with old romance!
  84. p. 162, line 32The old, old practical burdens, interests, joys,
  85. p. 167, line 12Nor red from Europe's old dynastic slaughter-house,
  86. p. 170, line 25Young fellows working on farms and old fellows working on farms,
  87. p. 172, line 9Old institutions, these arts, libraries, legends, collections, and the practice handed along in manufactures, will we rate them so high?
  88. p. 180, line 25Do you know that Old Age may come after you with equal grace, force, fascination?
  89. p. 188, line 4Old or young, male or female, rude, low, rejected by the rest, whatever you are promulges itself,
  90. p. 190, line 23I would sing how an old man, tall, with white hair, mounted the scaffold in Virginia,
  91. p. 190, line 25I stood very near you old man when cool and indifferent, but trembling with age and your unheal'd wounds you mounted the scaffold;)
  92. p. 192, line 4With those old continents whence we have come to this new continent,
  93. p. 192, line 25I see that the old accounts, bibles, genealogies, are true, without exception,
  94. p. 194, line 22The envelop'd mysteries, the old and unknown hive-bees,
  95. p. 195, line 22Lives, works resumed—the object I know not—but the old, the Asiatic renew'd as it must be,
  96. p. 200, line 17With angry moans the fierce old mother incessantly moaning,
  97. p. 200, line 25The undertone, the savage old mother incessantly crying,
  98. p. 201, line 33(Or like some old crone rocking the cradle, swathed in sweet garments, bending aside,)
  99. p. 202, line 5Where the fierce old mother endlessly cries for her castaways,
  100. p. 202, line 14Paumanok there and then as I thought the old thought of likenesses,
  101. p. 203, line 21Cease not your moaning you fierce old mother,
  102. p. 207, line 10As the old mother sways her to and fro singing her husky song,
  103. p. 208, line 5Of sea-captains young or old, and the mates, and of all intrepid sailors,
  104. p. 208, line 7Pick'd sparingly without noise by thee old ocean, chosen by thee,
  105. p. 208, line 9Suckled by thee, old husky nurse, embodying thee,
  106. p. 208, line 19Reminiscent of them, twined from all intrepid captains young or old,
  107. p. 210, line 6The old graveyards of the hills have hurried to see!
  108. p. 210, line 9Arms in slings—old men leaning on young men's shoulders.
  109. p. 210, line 14For shame old maniacs—bring down those toss'd arms, and let your white hair be,
  110. p. 210, line 20To your graves—back—back to the hills old limpers!
  111. p. 211, line 9You have got your revenge, old buster—the crown is come to its own, and more than its own.
  112. p. 217, line 8WOMEN sit or move to and fro, some old, some young,
  113. p. 217, line 9The young are beautiful—but the old are more beautiful than the young.
  114. p. 220, line 10The new recruits, even boys, the old men show them how to wear their accoutrements, they buckle the straps carefully,
  115. p. 221, line 10Old matron of this proud, friendly, turbulent city,
  116. p. 221, line 12But now you smile with joy exulting old Mannahatta.
  117. p. 222, line 21Mind not the old man beseeching the young man,
  118. p. 230, line 15(Memories of old in abeyance, love and faith in abeyance,)
  119. p. 231, line 15GIVE me your hand old Revolutionary,
  120. p. 231, line 18You can walk old man, though your eyes are almost done,
  121. p. 231, line 25Why what comes over you now old man?
  122. p. 232, line 3As wending the crowds now part and disperse—but we old man,
  123. p. 232, line 18Rude forts appear again, the old hoop'd guns are mounted,
  124. p. 235, line 8In the midst of you stands an encampment very old,
  125. p. 239, line 6'Tis a large old church at the crossing roads, now an impromptu hospital,
  126. p. 240, line 13Then to the third—a face nor child nor old, very calm, as of beautiful yellow-white ivory;
  127. p. 241, line 15AN old man bending I come among new faces,
  128. p. 241, line 17Come tell us old man, as from young men and maidens that love me,
  129. p. 245, line 16Some, their time up, returning with thinn'd ranks, young, yet very old, worn, marching, noticing nothing;)
  130. p. 247, line 23I SAW old General at bay,
  131. p. 247, line 24(Old as he was, his gray eyes yet shone out in battle like stars,)
  132. p. 248, line 22And ever the sound of the cannon far or near, (rousing even in dreams a devilish exultation and all the old mad joy in the depths of my soul,)
  133. p. 255, line 18In the dooryard fronting an old farm-house near the white-wash'd palings,
  134. p. 256, line 13Amid lanes and through old woods, where lately the violets peep'd from the ground, spotting the gray debris,
  135. p. 267, line 7Surrounding the essences of real things, old times and present times,
  136. p. 271, line 13Have you too the old ever-fresh forbearance and impartiality?
  137. p. 271, line 19Is it not a mere tale? a rhyme? a prettiness?—is the good old cause in it?
  138. p. 274, line 13Underneath all to me is myself, to you yourself, (the same monotonous old song.)
  139. p. 276, line 24Let the old propositions be postponed,
  140. p. 277, line 7With the old streams of death.)
  141. p. 277, line 29Your tidings old, yet ever new and untranslatable,
  142. p. 283, line 6And the old drunkard staggering home from the outhouse of the tavern whence he had lately risen,
  143. p. 284, line 10Her old white hair drooping dishevel'd round her shoulders,
  144. p. 284, line 16O you need not sit there veil'd in your old white hair so dishevel'd,
  145. p. 285, line 7Or white-domed capitol with majestic figure surmounted, or all the old high-spired cathedrals,
  146. p. 289, line 9Are those women of the old experience of the earth gone?
  147. p. 289, line 18I suspect I shall there find each old particular of those unnamed lands.
  148. p. 290, line 13Savage, felon, President, judge, farmer, sailor, mechanic, literat, young, old, it is the same,
  149. p. 290, line 17All help given to relatives, strangers, the poor, old, sorrowful, young children, widows, the sick, and to shunn'd persons,
  150. p. 290, line 19All offering of substance or life for the good old cause, or for a friend's sake, or opinion's sake,
  151. p. 291, line 22That he who never peril'd his life, but retains it to old age in riches and ease, has probably achiev'd nothing for himself worth mentioning,
  152. p. 292, line 16In voice surpassing all, sang forth a quaint old hymn.
  153. p. 295, line 20Were groups of friendly journeymen, mechanics young and old,
  154. p. 296, line 5By you and all your teeming life old Thames,
  155. p. 302, line 4The sad sharp-chinn'd old man with worn clothes and broad shoulder-band of leather,
  156. p. 307, line 15See you! on the farms hereabout a hundred oxen young and old, and he is the man who has tamed them,
  157. p. 308, line 1AN old man's thought of school,
  158. p. 308, line 2An old man gathering youthful memories and blooms that youth itself cannot.
  159. p. 309, line 23(As some old root or soil of earth its last-born flower or fruit,)
  160. p. 311, line 4The red-flush'd cheeks and perfumes, the cortege swarming full of friendly faces young and old,
  161. p. 311, line 13I see and hear old harpers with their harps at Welsh festivals,
  162. p. 313, line 2By old and heavy convent walls a wailing song,
  163. p. 313, line 17I see religious dances old and new,
  164. p. 313, line 25I see again the wild old Corybantian dance, the performers wounding each other,
  165. p. 314, line 14And you, sweet singers of old lands, soprani, tenori, bassi!
  166. p. 315, line 22In the Old World the east the Suez canal,
  167. p. 319, line 22The old, most populous, wealthiest of earth's lands,
  168. p. 319, line 29Old occult Brahma interminably far back, the tender and junior Buddha,
  169. p. 323, line 13A BATTER'D, wreck'd old man,
  170. p. 324, line 27Old, poor, and paralyzed, I thank Thee.
  171. p. 324, line 34Let the old timbers part, I will not part,
  172. p. 327, line 17It is my face yellow and wrinkled instead of the old woman's,
  173. p. 329, line 5He stands in the room of the old tavern, the well-belov'd soldiers all pass through,
  174. p. 329, line 10Of when she was a nearly grown girl living home with her parents on the old homestead.
  175. p. 329, line 11A red squaw came one breakfast-time to the old homestead,
  176. p. 334, line 12A hearse and stages, the funeral of an old Broadway stage-driver, the cortege mostly drivers.
  177. p. 339, line 2Out of the old and new, out of the square entirely divine,
  178. p. 339, line 4Old Brahm I, and I Saturnius am;
  179. p. 339, line 5Not Time affects me—I am Time, old, modern as any,
  180. p. 339, line 7As the Earth, the Father, the brown old Kronos, with laws,
  181. p. 340, line 8Defiant, I, Satan, still live, still utter words, in new lands duly appearing, (and old ones also,)
  182. p. 341, line 19Old age, alarm'd, uncertain—a young woman's voice, appealing to me for comfort;
  183. p. 345, line 4The same old man and soul—the same old aspirations, and the same content.
  184. p. 348, line 7And yet thou living present brain, heir of the dead, the Old World brain,
  185. p. 348, line 13The fruit of all the Old ripening to-day in thee.
  186. p. 352, line 9Or man matured, or young or old, as now to thee I launch my invocation.
  187. p. 355, line 18The old face of the mother of many children,
  188. p. 355, line 29The sun just shines on her old white head.
  189. p. 356, line 27Bring the old pageants, show the feudal world.
  190. p. 360, line 9The range afar, the richness and barrenness, the old woods charged with mistletoe and trailing moss,
  191. p. 360, line 17O longings irrepressible! O I will go back to old Tennessee and never wander more.
  192. p. 361, line 1I see that the word of my city is that word from of old,
  193. p. 364, line 3(For what is my life or any man's life but a conflict with foes, the old, the incessant war?)
  194. p. 365, line 19Out of that old entire European debris, the shatter'd mummeries,
  195. p. 366, line 6BY broad Potomac's shore, again old tongue,
  196. p. 366, line 8Again old heart so gay, again to you, your sense, the full flush spring returning,
  197. p. 366, line 26Continues yet the old, old legend of our race,
  198. p. 370, line 14(Have the old forces, the old wars, played their parts? are the acts suitable to them closed?)
  199. p. 370, line 19I see the frontiers and boundaries of the old aristocracies broken,
  200. p. 375, line 4In the grandeur and exquisiteness of old age,
  201. p. 376, line 5I sing to the last the equalities modern or old,
  202. p. 376, line 19I kiss and kiss convulsively again the sweet old lips, the cheeks, the closed eyes in the coffin;)
  203. p. 377, line 23NOT alone those camps of white, old comrades of the wars,
  204. p. 378, line 11In the parents, children, husbands, wives, in them, in the old and young,
  205. p. 380, line 10Depart upon thy endless cruise old Sailor.
  206. p. 381, line 11I announce a race of splendid and savage old men.
  207. p. 381, line 17Salute me—salute the days once more. Peal the old cry once more.
  208. p. 384, line 40[…] Broadway, 394 To Get the Final Lilt of Songs, 394 Old Salt Kossabone, 395 The Dead Tenor, 395 Continuities, 396 Yonnondio, 396 Life, 396 "Going Somewhere […]
  209. p. 384, line 48[…] My Chant, 397 True Conquerors, 397 The United States to Old World Critics, 398 The Calming Thought of All, 398 Thanks in Old […]
  210. p. 384, line 51[…] Critics, 398 The Calming Thought of All, 398 Thanks in Old Age, 398 Life and Death, 398 The Voice of the Rain, 399 Soon […]
  211. p. 384, line 74[…] Ship, 403 Now Precedent Songs, Farewell, 403 An Evening Lull, 403 Old Age's Lambent Peaks, 404 After the Supper and Talk […]
  212. p. 386, line 7The body wreck'd, old, poor and paralyzed—the strange inertia falling pall-like round me,
  213. p. 386, line 18As I sit writing here, sick and grown old,
  214. p. 387, line 6Dull, parrot-like and old, with crack'd voice harping, screeching?
  215. p. 387, line 9Those cart loads of old charnel ashes, scales and splints of mouldy bones,
  216. p. 387, line 17All, all alike endear'd, grown, ungrown, young or old,
  217. p. 387, line 23The wanderings as in dreams—the meditation of old times resumed—their loves, joys, persons, voyages.
  218. p. 389, line 1Steaming the northern rapids—(an old St. Lawrence reminiscence,
  219. p. 391, line 3Myself through every by-gone phase—my idle youth—old age at hand,
  220. p. 391, line 21Yet more than all Rome's wars of old, or modern Napoleon's:) the peaceful choice of all,
  221. p. 392, line 26That lurid, partial act of war and peace—of old and new contending,
  222. p. 393, line 8As some old tree, or rock or cliff, thrill'd with its soul,
  223. p. 393, line 17Old Asia's there with venerable smile, seated amid her ruins;
  224. p. 394, line 4Old age land-lock'd within its winter bay—(cold, cold, O cold!)
  225. p. 394, line 26Old age, and what it brings from all its past experiences.
  226. p. 395, line 2Old Salt Kossabone, I'll tell you how he died:
  227. p. 395, line 13Dutch Kossabone, Old Salt, related on my mother's side, far back.
  228. p. 396, line 25Ever the grappled mystery of all earth's ages old or new;
  229. p. 397, line 3Ended our talk—"The sum, concluding all we know of old or modern learning, intuitions deep,
  230. p. 397, line 15Old farmers, travelers, workmen (no matter how crippled or bent,)
  231. p. 397, line 16Old sailors, out of many a perilous voyage, storm and wreck,
  232. p. 397, line 17Old soldiers from campaigns, with all their wounds, defeats and scars;
  233. p. 398, line 8Amid the bawling presentations new and old,
  234. p. 398, line 10Thanks in old age—thanks ere I go,
  235. p. 398, line 16(You distant, dim unknown—or young or old—countless, unspecified, readers belov'd,
  236. p. 398, line 24The two old, simple problems ever intertwined,
  237. p. 400, line 5A queer old savage man, a fighter under Washington himself,
  238. p. 400, line 18Give me my old wild battle-life again!"
  239. p. 401, line 5How changed the place—all the old land-marks gone—the parents dead;
  240. p. 401, line 13A lesser proof than old Voltaire's, yet greater,
  241. p. 402, line 15Mourning a good old man—a faithful shepherd, patriot.
  242. p. 402, line 21Lift high a kindled brand for thee, Old Poet.
  243. p. 403, line 3An old, dismasted, gray and batter'd ship, disabled, done,
  244. p. 403, line 9"In Cabin'd Ships," or " Thee Old Cause" or " Poets to Come"
  245. p. 404, line 8The lights indeed from them—old age's lambent peaks.
  246. p. 404, line 13No more for communion of sorrow and joy, of old and young,
  247. p. 406, line 13[…] Year, 410. Apparitions, 410. The Pallid Wreath, 411. An Ended Day, 411. Old Age's Ship & Crafty Death's, 412. To the Pending Year, 412. Shakspere-Bacon's Cipher […]
  248. p. 406, line 22[…] Paris Exposition, 413. Interpolation Sounds, 413. To the Sunset Breeze, 414. (406) Old Chants, 414. A Christmas Greeting, 415. Sounds of the Winter, 415. A Twilight […]
  249. p. 407, line 3HAD I not better withhold (in this old age and paralysis of me) such little tags and fringe-dots […]
  250. p. 407, line 18[…] my den—by putting in shape this small old age collation […]
  251. p. 408, line 6[…] centre-pulses down there deep somewhere within his gray-blurr'd old shell... .... . .... (Reader, you must allow a little fun here—for […]
  252. p. 408, line 9[…] the passing hours (July 5, 1890) are so sunny-fine. And old as I am I feel to-day almost a part of […]
  253. p. 408, line 17[…] here at the end) that this late-years palsied old shorn and shell-fish condition of me is the indubitable outcome […]
  254. p. 410, line 9I chant from it the common bulk, the general average horde, (the best no sooner than the worst)—And now I chant old age,
  255. p. 410, line 18As some old broken soldier, after a long, hot, wearying march, or haply after battle,
  256. p. 411, line 31[…] phrase I heard from a surgeon describing an old sailor's death under peculiarly gentle conditions […]
  257. p. 412, line 5Put on the old ship all her power to-day!
  258. p. 412, line 17In each old song bequeath'd—in every noble page or text,
  259. p. 414, line 4Me, old, alone, sick, weak-down, melted-worn with sweat;
  260. p. 414, line 23Haply our New World's chieftest debt is to old poems.)
  261. p. 414, line 25Old chants, Egyptian priests, and those of Ethiopia,
  262. p. 415, line 29An old man's garrulous lips among the rest, Think not we give out yet,
  263. p. 417, line 21We mourn the old, the young untimely drawn to thee,
  264. p. 420, line 25I end it here in sickness, poverty, and old age.
  265. p. 425, line 10[…] I sit gossiping in the early candle-light of old age—I and my book—casting backward glances over our […]
  266. p. 429, line 5Just as all the old imaginative works rest, after their kind, on long trains of […]
  267. p. 430, line 5[…] had come to reflect all themes and things, old and new, in the lights thrown on them by the […]
  268. p. 431, line 7[…] social groups, or any man's or woman's individuality, Old World or New, are from them—and though if I […]
  269. p. 431, line 10[…] am not sure but I would name those old and less old songs ferried hither from east and west […]
  270. p. 431, line 11[…] but I would name those old and less old songs ferried hither from east and west—some serious words […]
  271. p. 431, line 36[…] have not radically changed—that in these the old poems apply to our times and all times, irrespective of […]
  272. p. 432, line 5[…] at through the temper and inculcation of the old works as much as through anything else—perhaps more than […]
  273. p. 432, line 9[…] verse. Without stopping to qualify the averment, the Old World has had the poems of myths, fictions, feudalism, conquest […]
  274. p. 432, line 16[…] evolution poems and everything directly or indirectly tend, Old World or New […]
  275. p. 433, line 1[…] of outdoor influences, I went over thoroughly the Old and New Testaments, and absorb'd (probably to better advantage for […]
  276. p. 433, line 5[…] I could get of Homer, Eschylus, Sophocles, the old German Nibelungen, the ancient Hindoo poems, and one or two […]
  277. p. 433, line 7[…] happen'd, I read the latter mostly in an old wood. The Iliad (Buckley's prose version,) I read first thoroughly […]
  278. p. 435, line 31[…] something continually touch'd upon and attain'd by the old poems and ballads of feudalism, and often the principal foundation […]
  279. p. 436, line 3[…] best—more eligible now than any times of old were. I will also want my utterances (I said to […]
  280. p. 437, line 8[…] young days as I do now in my old ones; to formulate a poem whose every thought or fact […]
  281. p. 437, line 42[…] the following anecdote from a book, "Annals of Old Painters," conn'd by me in youth. Rubens, the Flemish painter […]
  282. p. 437, line 43[…] one of his wanderings through the galleries of old convents, came across a singular work. After looking at it […]
  283. p. 438, line 24[…] and be dominated by the poetry of the Old World, and remain unsupplied with autochthonous song, to express, vitalize […]