The complete writings of Walt Whitman . ongest, Ye are equals, equal born,Equal-born! Oh yes, if yonder hill be level with the us, orator, till the lion look no larger than the cat:Till the cat, through that mirage of overheated language, loomLarger than the lion Demo — end in working its own Nature heel oer head, and, yelling with the yelling the feet above the brain, and swear the brain is in the the old dark ages back, without the faith, without the hopeBeneath the State, the Church, the Throne, and roll their ruins down the slope. I should say t
The complete writings of Walt Whitman . ongest, Ye are equals, equal born,Equal-born! Oh yes, if yonder hill be level with the us, orator, till the lion look no larger than the cat:Till the cat, through that mirage of overheated language, loomLarger than the lion Demo — end in working its own Nature heel oer head, and, yelling with the yelling the feet above the brain, and swear the brain is in the the old dark ages back, without the faith, without the hopeBeneath the State, the Church, the Throne, and roll their ruins down the slope. I should say that all this is a legitimate consequenceof the tone and convictions of the earlier standardsand points of view. Then some reflections, downto the hard-pan of this sort of thing. The course of progressive politics (democracy) isso certain and resistless, not only in America but inEurope, that we can well afford the warning calls,threats, checks, neutralizings, in imaginative litera-ture, or any department, of such deep-sounding, [144]. Hcvembcr Bouflba vw ..lankind during the past sixty years, conclusion that its boasted progress is of the world in fr>-n> rt] and to England in csl\ vein of denu. ..- n of democratic opin- ?; runs throughout t*«- nnem in markd con- of the poets ^.^-^i^ti A striking lines of this sequel are the Msk of love, ana, laugning sober fact to scorn,to strr , Yc are equals, equal born, if yoiiaer hill be level with the , III! the lion look no larger than the cat: -^A-m^rJr^Wy^^^^^^^^^d language, loomfysW^^kM^^^M ?n^ffi^ffi^iA own heel oer head, and, yelling with the yelling c leci aDove me Drain, ana swear the brain is in the feet,bring the old dark ages back, without the faith, without the f an me State, the Church, the Throne, and roll their ruinsdown the slope. I should say that all this is a equence of the tone and convictions of the earlier standardsand points of view. Then some reflections, downto the hard-pan of this sort o
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