And haze, and vista, and the far horizon, fading away.
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The place where a great city stands is not the place of stretch’d wharves, docks, manufactures, deposits of produce merely,
Nor the place of the tallest and costliest buildings or shops selling goods from the rest of the earth,Nor the place of the best libraries and schools, nor the place where money is plentiest,Nor the place of the most numerous population.Where the city stands with the brawniest breed of orators and bards,Where the city stands…
AS I sat alone, by blue Ontario’s shore,
that return no more,A Phantom, gigantic, superb, with stern visage, accosted me;Chant me the poem, it said, that comes from the soul of America–chant me the carol of victory;And strike up the marches of Libertad–marches more powerful yet;And sing me before you go, the song of the throes of Democracy.(Democracy–the destin’d conqueror–yet treacherous lip-smileseverywhere,And Death…
COURAGE yet! my brother or my sister!
That is nothing, that is quell’d by one or two failures, or anynumber of failures,Or by the indifference or ingratitude of the people, or by anyunfaithfulness,Or the show of the tushes of power, soldiers, cannon, penal statutes.Revolt! and still revolt! revolt!What we believe in waits latent forever through all the continents,and all the islands and…
I SIT and look out upon all the sorrows of the world, and upon all
I hear secret convulsive sobs from young men, at anguish withthemselves, remorseful after deeds done;I see, in low life, the mother misused by her children, dying,neglected, gaunt, desperate;I see the wife misused by her husband–I see the treacherous seducerof young women;I mark the ranklings of jealousy and unrequited love, attempted to behid–I see these sights…
STILL, though the one I sing,
I leave in him Revolt, (O latent right of insurrection! O quenchless,indispensable fire!)
BEGINNING my studies, the first step pleas’d me so much,
The least insect or animal–the senses–eyesight–love;The first step, I say, aw’d me and pleas’d me so much,I have hardly gone, and hardly wish’d to go, any farther,But stop and loiter all the time, to sing it in extatic songs.