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id: 8801
author: Whitman, Walt
title: Drum-Taps
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  1 An old man bending I come among new faces, Years looking backward resuming in answer to children, Come tell us old man, as from young men and maidens that love me, (Arous'd and angry, I'd thought to beat the alarum, and urge relentless war, I SAW OLD GENERAL AT BAY.


id: 27494
author: Whitman, Walt
title: The Patriotic Poems of Walt Whitman
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  Thou peerless, passionate, good cause, Thou stern, remorseless, sweet idea, Deathless throughout the ages, races, lands, After a strange sad war, great war for thee (I think all war through time was really fought, and ever will be really fought, for thee), These chants for thee, the eternal march of thee. (A war O soldiers not for itself alone, Far, far more stood silently waiting behind, now to advance in this book.) THE WOUND-DRESSER 1 An old man bending I come among new faces, Years looking backward resuming in answer to children, Come tell us old man, as from young men and maidens that love me (Arous'd and angry, I'd thought to beat the alarum, and urge relentless war, But soon my fingers fail'd me, my face droop'd and I resign'd myself, To sit by the wounded and soothe them, or silently watch the dead); Years hence of these scenes, of these furious passions, these chances, Of unsurpass'd heroes (was one side so brave?


id: 35725
author: Whitman, Walt
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title:
  The Wound Dresser A Series of Letters Written from the Hospitals in Washington during the War of the Rebellion

summary:
  And now that I have lived for eight or nine days amid such scenes as the camps furnish, and had a practical part in it all, and realize the way that hundreds of thousands of good men are now living, and have had to live for a year or more, not only without any of the comforts, but with death and sickness and hard marching and hard fighting (and no success at that) for their continual experience--really nothing we call trouble seems worth talking about. At the time he wrote the 51st was doing provost duty at Lancaster, but would not probably remain so very long--seem to be moving towards southeast Kentucky--had a good camp, and good times generally.


id: 8388
author: Whitman, Walt
title: Poems by Walt Whitman
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sentence: 2837
flesch: 74
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  old men leaning on young men's shoulders! 1. An old man bending, I come among new faces, Years, looking backward, resuming, in answer to children, Come tell us, old man, (as from young men and maidens that love me, Years hence) of these scenes, of these furious passions, these chances, Of unsurpassed heroes--(was one side so brave?


id: 8813
author: Whitman, Walt
title: Complete Prose Works Specimen Days and Collect, November Boughs and Goodbye My Fancy
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  Wordsworth, Bryant, Emerson, and Longfellow were old men. A foreigner, an acute and good man, had impressively said to me, that day--putting in form, indeed, my own observations: I have travel'd much in the United States, and watch'd their politicians, and listen'd to the speeches of the candidates, and read the journals, and gone into the public houses, and heard the unguarded talk of men.


