Questions

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8801	Must I indeed learn to chant the cold dirges of the baffled?
8801	( Were you looking to be held together by lawyers?
8801	And is this the ground Washington trod?
8801	And sullen hymns of defeat?
8801	And these waters I listlessly daily cross, are these the waters he cross''d, As resolute in defeat as other generals in their proudest triumphs?
8801	And what does it say to me all the while?
8801	Are the things so strange and marvellous you see or have seen?
8801	Are there arts worthy freedom and a rich people?
8801	Are there perfect women?
8801	Did you ask dulcet rhymes from me?
8801	Did you find what I sang erewhile so hard to follow?
8801	Did you seek the civilian''s peaceful and languishing rhymes?
8801	Do you hear the clank of the muskets?
8801	Is there a great moral and religious civilization-- the only justification of a great material one?
8801	Is there a pervading atmosphere of beautiful manners?
8801	Or by an agreement on a paper?
8801	Over the traffic of cities-- over the rumble of wheels in the streets; Are beds prepared for sleepers at night in the houses?
8801	Smell you the buckwheat where the bees were lately buzzing?)
8801	The next with cheeks yet blooming-- Who are you, sweet boy?
8801	Then the Mother of All with calm voice speaking, As to you Rebellious,( I seemed to hear her say,) why strive against me, and why seek my life?
8801	Then to the second I step- and who are you my child and darling?
8801	Was the wind piping the pipe of death under the black clouds?
8801	What is it fateful woman, so blear, hardly human?
8801	What stays with you latest and deepest?
8801	What, to passions I witness around me to- day?
8801	What, to pavements and homesteads here, what were those storms of the mountains and sea?
8801	When you yourself forever provide to defend me?
8801	Who are you my dear comrade?
8801	Who are you sweet boy with cheeks yet blooming?
8801	Who do you think that was marching steadily sternly confronting death?
8801	Why do you tremble and clutch my hand so convulsively?
8801	Why wag your head with turban bound, yellow, red and green?
8801	Why what comes over you now old man?
8801	With passions of demons, slaughter, premature death?
8801	Would the lawyer rise in the court to state his case before the judge?
8801	Would the talkers be talking?
8801	_ Child._ Father what is that in the sky beckoning to me with long finger?
8801	no sleepers must sleep in those beds, No bargainers''bargains by day-- no brokers or speculators-- would they continue?
8801	of curious panics, Of hard- fought engagements or sieges tremendous what deepest remains?
8801	or by arms?
8801	said I to myself, Must I indeed learn to chant the cold dirges of the baffled?
8801	the other was equally brave;) Now be witness again, paint the mightiest armies of earth, Of those armies so rapid so wondrous what saw you to tell us?
8801	was the sea risen?
8801	what are you?
8801	would the singer attempt to sing?
35725	( Did you see my last letter in the New York_ Times_ of October 4th, Sunday?)
35725	( Why has n''t Jeff sent me the_ Union_ with my letter in?
35725	And how are Mat''s girls?
35725	Any news from Han?
35725	Are the soldiers still on Fort Greene?
35725	Cases enough, do I say?
35725	Dear brother Jeff, how are you, and how is Matty, and how the dear little girls?
35725	Dear mother, have you got over all that distress and sickness in your head?
35725	Dear mother, how are you nowadays?
35725	Did he write you one about the same time?
35725	Did you hear from Mary''s Fanny since?
35725	Did you send my last letter to Han?
35725	Do you feel quite well again?
35725	Do you then think of getting new apartments, after the 1st of May?
35725	Does he get any good from that treatment with the baths, etc.?
35725	Does it affect your head like it did?
35725	Fred McReady is coming home very soon on furlough-- have any of the soldiers called on you?
35725	Has Andrew gone?
35725	Has she got all over it?
35725	Have you heard anything from George or Han?
35725	Have you heard anything from Mary or Han lately?
35725	Have you heard from sister Han?
35725	How are the Browns?
35725	How could any one writing in cold blood, to- day, hope to add words of any value to those he wrote then?
35725	How does Mat get along, and how little Sis and all?
35725	How is California?
35725	How is dear sister Mat, and how is Miss Mannahatta, and little Black Head?
35725	I got a letter from Mrs. Price this morning-- does Emmy ever come to see you?
35725	I had spells of deathly faintness and bad trouble in my head too, and sore throat( quite a little budget, ai n''t they?)
35725	I have not heard anything since from George-- have you heard anything further?
35725	I said to a lady who was looking with me,"Who can see that man without losing all wish to be sharp upon him personally?"
35725	I said,"What is it, my dear?
35725	I said,"Why, Oscar, do n''t you think you will get well?"
35725	Is Helen home and well?
35725	Is Probasco still in the store in N. Y.?
35725	Is she as good and interesting as she was six months ago?
35725	Is the little baby still hearty?
35725	It has been awful hot here now for twenty- one days; ai n''t that a spell of weather?
35725	Mat, do you go any to the Opera now?
35725	Matty, my dear sister, how are you getting along?
35725	Matty, my dear sister, how are you getting along?
35725	McReady yet, and do n''t they hear whether the 51st is near Nicholasville, Kentucky, yet?
35725	Mother, I believe I told you I had written to Mrs. Price-- do you see Emma?
35725	Mother, I have not heard from George since, have you?
35725	Mother, I hope you take things easy, do n''t you?
35725	Mother, I should like to hear how you are yourself-- has your cold left you, and do you feel better?
35725	Mother, I suppose you got my letter written Tuesday last, 29th March, did you not?
35725	Mother, did a Mr. Howell call on you?
35725	Mother, do any of the soldiers I see here from Brooklyn or New York ever call upon you?
35725	Mother, do n''t you miss_ Walt_ loafing around, and carting himself off to New York toward the latter part of every afternoon?
35725	Mother, do you ever hear from Mary?
35725	Mother, do you get your letters now next morning, as you ought?
35725	Mother, do you hear anything from George?
35725	Mother, do you recollect what I wrote last summer about throat diseases, when Andrew was first pretty bad?
35725	Mother, have you heard any further about Han?
35725	Mother, have you heard anything from Han since, or from Mary''s folks?
35725	Mother, have you heard anything from Han?
35725	Mother, have you heard anything from Han?
35725	Mother, have you heard anything whether the 51st went on with Burnside, or did they remain as a reserve in Kentucky?
35725	Mother, have you heard anything?
35725	Mother, how is Andrew?
35725	Mother, how is Eddy getting along?
35725	Mother, is George''s trunk home and of no use there?
35725	Mother, was it Will Brown sent me those?
35725	Mother, you do n''t say in either of them whether George has re- enlisted or not-- or is that not yet decided positively one way or the other?
35725	Mother, you have a comfortable time as much as you can, and get a steak occasionally, wo n''t you?
35725	O Matty, I have just thought of you-- dear sister, how are you getting along?
35725	O mother, who do you think I got a letter from, two or three days ago?
35725	So, Mannahatta, you tear Uncle George''s letters, do you?
35725	Was my last name signed at the bottom of it?
35725	We ask him how the Rebels treated him during those two days and nights within reach of them-- whether they came to him-- whether they abused him?
35725	Well, mother, I should like to know all the domestic affairs at home; do n''t you have the usual things eating, etc.?
35725	Well, mother, how are you getting along home?--how do you feel in health these days, dear mother?
35725	Well, mother, how do things go on with you all?
35725	Well, mother, we have commenced on another summer, and what it will bring forth who can tell?
35725	What have you heard from Mary and her family, anything?
35725	_ Times_ of Sunday, Oct. 4?
35725	_ Times_ of last Sunday-- did you see it?
35725	and Jess, is he about the same?
35725	and how is your wrist and arm, mother?
35725	and what is she doing now?
35725	did the money come?
35725	do you want anything?"
27494	( For who except myself has yet conceiv''d what your children en- masse really are?).
27494	( Say O Mother, have I not to your thought been faithful?
27494	( Whom have you slaughter''d lately European headsman?
27494	), What, to pavements and homesteads here, what were those storms of the mountains and sea?
27494	10 O how shall I warble myself for the dead one there I loved?
27494	11 O what shall I hang on the chamber walls?
27494	12 Are you he who would assume a place to teach or be a poet here in the States?
27494	3 Have you thought there could be but a single supreme?
27494	Ah Mother, prolific and full in all besides, yet how long barren, barren?)
27494	And how shall I deck my song for the large sweet soul that has gone?
27494	And what does it say to me all the while?
27494	And what shall my perfume be for the grave of him I love?
27494	And what shall the pictures be that I hang on the walls, To adorn the burial- house of him I love?
27494	Are there some of us to droop and die?
27494	Are you done with reviews and criticisms of life?
27494	Are you faithful to things?
27494	Are you not of some coterie?
27494	Ask''d room those flush''d immortal ranks, the first forth- stepping armies?
27494	BY BROAD POTOMAC''S SHORE By broad Potomac''s shore, again old tongue( Still uttering, still ejaculating, canst never cease this babble?)
27494	Can you hold your hand against all seductions, follies, whirls, fierce contentions?
27494	Can your performance face the open fields and the seaside?
27494	Chicago, Kanada, Arkansas?
27494	Come my tan- faced children, Follow well in order, get your weapons ready, Have you your pistols?
27494	Did you find what I sang erewhile so hard to follow?
27494	Did you seek the civilian''s peaceful and languishing rhymes?
27494	Do the corpulent sleepers sleep?
27494	Do the feasters gluttonous feast?
27494	Do they droop and end their lesson, wearied over there beyond the seas?
27494	Do you hold the like love for those hardening to maturity?
27494	Do you see who have left all feudal processes and poems behind them, and assumed the poems and processes of Democracy?
27494	Do you think a great city endures?
27494	Does it answer universal needs?
27494	Does it meet modern discoveries, calibres, facts, face to face?
27494	Does it not assume that what is notoriously gone is still here?
27494	Does it sound with trumpet- voice the proud victory of the Union in that secession war?
27494	Has it not dangled long at the heels of the poets, politicians, literats, of enemies''lands?
27494	Has the night descended?
27494	Have I not through life kept you and yours before me?)
27494	Have real employments contributed to it?
27494	Have the elder races halted?
27494	Have you learn''d the physiology, phrenology, politics, geography, pride, freedom, friendship of the land?
27494	Have you not imported this or the spirit of it in some ship?
27494	Have you possess''d yourself of the Federal Constitution?
27494	Have you sped through fleeting customs, popularities?
27494	Have you studied out the land, its idioms and men?
27494	Have you too the old ever- fresh forbearance and impartiality?
27494	Have you vivified yourself from the maternity of these States?
27494	How can I but as here chanting, invite you for yourself to collect bouquets of the incomparable feuillage of these States?
27494	I am he who walks the States with a barb''d tongue, questioning every one I meet, Who are you that wanted only to be told what you knew before?
27494	Is it not a mere tale?
27494	Is it not something that has been better told or done before?
27494	Is it uniform with my country?
27494	O lands, would you be freer than all that has ever been before?
27494	Or a teeming manufacturing state?
27494	Or hotels of granite and iron?
27494	Over the traffic of cities-- over the rumble of wheels in the streets; Are beds prepared for sleepers at night in the houses?
27494	Smell you the buckwheat where the bees were lately buzzing?
27494	TO A CERTAIN CIVILIAN Did you ask dulcet rhymes from me?
27494	Then my realities; What else is so real as mine?
27494	Then to the second I step-- and who are you my child and darling?
27494	These States, what are they except myself?
27494	Was the road of late so toilsome?
27494	Was the wind piping the pipe of death under the black clouds?
27494	Were the centuries steadily footing it that way, all the while unknown, for you, for reasons?
27494	Were the children straying westward so long?
27494	Were the precedent dim ages debouching westward from Paradise so long?
27494	What are your theology, tuition, society, traditions, statute- books, now?
27494	What do you think endures?
27494	What does it mean to American persons, progresses, cities?
27494	What is this you bring my America?
27494	What is your money- making now?
27494	What is your respectability now?
27494	What mocking and scornful negligence?
27494	What stays with you latest and deepest?
27494	What, to passions I witness around me to- day?
27494	Where are your cavils about the soul now?
27494	Where are your jibes of being now?
27494	Who are you indeed who would talk or sing to America?
27494	Who are you my dear comrade?
27494	Who are you sweet boy with cheeks yet blooming?
27494	Who are you that wanted only a book to join you in your nonsense?
27494	Whose is that blood upon you so wet and sticky?)
27494	Will it absorb into me as I absorb food, air, to appear again in my strength, gait, face?
27494	With passions of demons, slaughter, premature death?
27494	Would the lawyer rise in the court to state his case before the judge?
27494	Would the talkers be talking?
27494	You thought not to destroy those valuable houses, standing fast, full of comfort, built with money, May they stand fast, then?
27494	_ Child_ Father what is that in the sky beckoning to me with long finger?
27494	a prettiness?--is the good old cause in it?
27494	a rhyme?
27494	after death you shall be superb, Justice, health, self- esteem, clear the way with irresistible power, How dare you place any thing before a man?
27494	and for the errant?
27494	animating now to life itself?
27494	are you really of the whole People?
27494	are you very strong?
27494	did we stop discouraged nodding on our way?
27494	do you teach what the land and sea, the bodies of men, womanhood, amativeness, heroic angers, teach?
27494	for the last- born?
27494	has the hour come?
27494	have they lock''d and bolted doors?
27494	have you your sharp- edged axes?
27494	how can I but offer you divine leaves, that you also be eligible as I am?
27494	its substratums and objects?
27494	little and big?
27494	no sleepers must sleep in those beds, No bargainers''bargains by day-- no brokers or speculators-- would they continue?
27494	of curious panics, Of hard- fought engagements or sieges tremendous what deepest remains?
27494	or a prepared constitution?
27494	or any chef- d''oeuvres of engineering, forts, armaments?
27494	or the best built steamships?
27494	original makers, not mere amanuenses?
27494	said I to myself, Must I indeed learn to chant the cold dirges of the baffled, And sullen hymns of defeat?
27494	so wide the tramping?
27494	some school or mere religion?
27494	the other was equally brave); Now be witness again, paint the mightiest armies of earth, Of those armies so rapid so wondrous what saw you to tell us?
27494	was the sea risen?
27494	what are you?
27494	what can it do now?
27494	will it improve manners?
27494	would the singer attempt to sing?
8388	( Is it night?
8388	( said the boy''s soul,) Is it indeed toward your mate you sing?
8388	2. Who is he that would become my follower?
8388	A man is a summons and challenge;( It is vain to skulk-- Do you hear that mocking and laughter?
8388	A young man came to me bearing a message from his brother; How should the young man know the whether and when of his brother?
8388	Accouchez!_ Will you rot your own fruit in yourself there?
8388	All architecture is what you do to it when you look upon it; Did you think it was in the white or grey stone?
8388	All hold spiritual joys, and afterwards loosen them: How can the real body ever die, and be buried?
8388	All waits for the right voices; Where is the practised and perfect organ?
8388	And I have dreamed that the satisfaction is not so much changed, and that there is no life without satisfaction; What is the earth?
8388	And how shall I deck my song for the large sweet soul that has gone?
8388	And what does it say to me all the while?
8388	And what shall my perfume be for the grave of him I love?
8388	And what shall the pictures be that I hang on the walls, To adorn the burial- house of him I love?
8388	And who but I should be the poet of comrades?
8388	And who but I should be the poet of comrades?
8388	Are all nations communing?
8388	Are its disposals without ignominious distinctions?
8388	Are there some of us to droop and die?
8388	Are they not continually putting distempered corpses in you?
8388	Are those billions of men really gone?
8388	Are those really Congressmen?
8388	Are those the great Judges?
8388	Are those women of the old experience of the earth gone?
8388	Are we here alone?)
8388	Are you retreating?
8388	Are you so earnest-- so given up to literature, science, art, amours?
8388	But there is one thing that belongs here-- shall I tell you what it is, gentlemen of Boston?
8388	Ca n''t you stand it?
8388	Can each see signs of the best by a look in the looking- glass?
8388	Come, my tan- faced children, Follow well in order, get your weapons ready; Have you your pistols?
8388	Could I wish humanity different?
8388	Could I wish the people made of wood and stone?
8388	Dark Mother, always gliding near, with soft feet, Have none chanted for thee a chant of fullest welcome?
8388	Daughter of the lands, did you wait for your poet?
8388	Did they achieve nothing for good, for themselves?
8388	Did we think victory great?
8388	Did you guess any of them lived only its moment?
8388	Did you suppose there could be only one Supreme?
8388	Did you wait for one with a flowing mouth and indicative hand?
8388	Do the corpulent sleepers sleep?
8388	Do the feasters gluttonous feast?
8388	Do their lives, cities, arts, rest only with us?
8388	Do they droop and end their lesson, wearied, over there beyond the seas?
8388	Do you enjoy yourself in the city?
8388	Do you hear the ironical echoes?)
8388	Do you know that Old Age may come after you, with equal grace, force, fascination?
8388	Do you mistake your crutches for firelocks, and level them?
8388	Do you suspect death?
8388	Do you think the great city endures?
8388	Does all sit there with you, with the mystic, unseen soul?
8388	Does he feel and make me feel?
8388	Does it improve manners?
8388	Does it live through them?
8388	Does it solve readily with the sweet milk of the breasts of the mother of many children?
8388	Does it still hold on untired?
8388	Does the ague convulse your limbs?
8388	Does the young man think often of him?
8388	Does this acknowledge liberty with audible and absolute acknowledgment, and set slavery at nought, for life and death?
8388	Does this answer?
8388	Father, what is that in the sky beckoning to me with long finger?
8388	Great is the Earth, and the way it became what it is: Do you imagine it has stopped at this?
8388	Great is the English brood-- what brood has so vast a destiny as the English?
8388	Great is the English speech-- what speech is so great as the English?
8388	Has any one fancied he could sit at last under some due authority, and rest satisfied with explanations, and realise and be content and full?
8388	Has it too the old, ever- fresh forbearance and impartiality?
8388	Has the night descended?
8388	Have I forgotten any part?
8388	Have I not told how the universe has nothing better than the best womanhood?
8388	Have the elder races halted?
8388	Have the marches of tens and hundreds and thousands of years made willing detours to the right hand and the left hand for his sake?
8388	Have you dreaded these earth- beetles?
8388	Have you feared the future would be nothing to you?
8388	Have you guessed you yourself would not continue?
8388	Have you pleasure from looking at the sky?
8388	Have you reckoned the landscape took substance and form that it might be painted in a picture?
8388	Have you reckoned them for a trade, or farm- work?
8388	He says indifferently and alike,"_ How are you, friend_?"
8388	How can I but, as here, chanting, invite you for yourself to collect bouquets of the incomparable feuillage of these States?
8388	How can you be alive, you growths of spring?
8388	How can you furnish health, you blood of herbs, roots, orchards, grain?
8388	I utter and utter: I speak not; yet, if you hear me not, of what avail am I to you?
8388	If I were to suspect death, I should die now: Do you think I could walk pleasantly and well- suited toward annihilation?
8388	If they had not reference to you in especial, what were they then?
8388	In the name of these States, shall I scorn the antique?
8388	Is he American?
8388	Is he beloved long and long after he is buried?
8388	Is he new?
8388	Is he rousing?
8388	Is it for the ever- growing communes of brothers and lovers, large, well united, proud beyond the old models, generous beyond all models?
8388	Is it for the nursing of the young of the republic?
8388	Is it not, on the contrary, true, if not absolutely, yet with a most genuine and substantial approximation?
8388	Is it something grown fresh out of the fields, or drawn from the sea, for use to me, to- day, here?
8388	Is it through you?
8388	Is it uniform with my country?
8388	Is it wonderful that I should be immortal?
8388	Is it you that thought the President greater than you?
8388	Is it you then that thought yourself less?
8388	Is not every continent worked over and over with sour dead?
8388	Is reform needed?
8388	Is that it from your liquid rims and wet sands?
8388	Is that the President?
8388	Is the beginningless past nothing?
8388	Is the house shut?
8388	Is the master away?
8388	Is there a single final farewell?
8388	Is this hour with the living too dead for you?
8388	Is to- day nothing?
8388	Let the questions rather be-- Is he powerful?
8388	Men and women crowding fast in the streets-- if they are not flashes and specks, what are they?
8388	Must I leave thee there in the door- yard, blooming, returning with spring?
8388	Must I leave thee, lilac with heart- shaped leaves?
8388	Must not Nature be persuaded many times?
8388	Must we barely arrive at this beginning of me?...
8388	No sleepers must sleep in those beds; No bargainers''bargains by day-- no brokers or speculators-- Would they continue?
8388	O how can the ground not sicken?
8388	O how shall I warble myself for the dead one there I loved?
8388	O what is it in me that makes me tremble so at voices?
8388	O what is my destination?
8388	O what shall I hang on the chamber walls?
8388	Old age, alarmed, uncertain-- A young woman''s voice, appealing to me for comfort; A young man''s voice,"_ Shall I not escape_?"
8388	Old institutions-- these arts, libraries, legends, collections, and the practice handed along in manufactures-- will we rate them so high?
8388	Or a teeming manufacturing state?
8388	Or by an agreement on a paper?
8388	Or hotels of granite and iron?
8388	Or men and women that they might be written of, and songs sung?
8388	Or that the growth of seeds is for agricultural tables, or agriculture itself?
8388	Or that there be no justice in destiny or time?
8388	Or the attraction of gravity, and the great laws and harmonious combinations, and the fluids of the air, as subjects for the savans?
8388	Or the brown land and the blue sea for maps and charts?
8388	Or the rich better off than you?
8388	Or the splendour of the night that envelops me?
8388	Or the stars to be put in constellations and named fancy names?
8388	Or to achieve yourself a position?
8388	Or with your mother and sisters?
8388	Over the traffic of cities-- over the rumble of wheels in the streets: Are beds prepared, for sleepers at night in the houses?
8388	Pale, silent, stern, what could I say to that long- accrued retribution?
8388	Smell you the buckwheat, where the bees were lately buzzing?
8388	The battle- ship, perfect- modelled, majestic, that I saw pass the offing to- day under full sail?
8388	The splendours of the past day?
8388	Then my realities; What else is so real as mine?
8388	Then to the second I step-- And who are you, my child and darling?
8388	These ostensible realities, politics, points?
8388	Think of manhood, and you to be a man; Do you count manhood, and the sweet of manhood, nothing?
8388	Think of womanhood, and you to be a woman; The creation is womanhood; Have I not said that womanhood involves all?
8388	This is unfinished business with me-- How is it with you?
8388	Those drunkards and gluttons of so many generations; Where have you drawn off all the foul liquid and meat?
8388	To bear-- to better; lacking these, of what avail am I?
8388	To think there will still be farms, profits, crops-- yet for you, of what avail?
8388	Was somebody asking to see the Soul?
8388	Was that your best?
8388	Was the road of late so toilsome?
8388	Was the wind piping the pipe of death under the black clouds?
8388	We understand, then, do we not?
8388	Were I as the head teacher, charitable proprietor, wise statesman, what would it amount to?
8388	Were I to you as the boss employing and paying you, would that satisfy you?
8388	Were all educations, practical and ornamental, well displayed out of me, what would it amount to?
8388	Were the centuries steadily footing it that way, all the while unknown, for you, for reasons?
8388	Were the children straying westward so long?
8388	Were the idea untrue, it would still be a glorious dream, which a man of genius might be content to live in and die for: but is it untrue?
8388	Were the precedent dim ages debouching westward from Paradise so long?
8388	Were those your vast and solid?
8388	Were you looking to be held together by the lawyers?
8388	Were you thinking that those were the words-- those delicious sounds out of your friends''mouths?
8388	Were you thinking that those were the words-- those upright lines?
8388	What I promised without mentioning it have you not accepted?
8388	What are the mountains called that rise so high in the mists?
8388	What are you doing, young man?
8388	What are your theology, tuition, society, traditions, statute- books, now?
8388	What can it do now?
8388	What climes?
8388	What do you hear, Walt Whitman?
8388	What do you need, Camerado?
8388	What do you see, Walt Whitman?
8388	What do you seek, so pensive and silent?
8388	What do you think endures?
8388	What is all this chattering of bare gums?
8388	What is it, then, between us?
8388	What is marvellous?
8388	What is that dusky spot in your brown yellow?
8388	What is that little black thing I see there in the white?
8388	What is the count of the scores or hundreds of years between us?
8388	What is there more, that I lag and pause, and crouch extended with unshut mouth?
8388	What is your money- making now?
8388	What is your respectability now?
8388	What myriads of dwellings are they, filled with dwellers?
8388	What rivers are these?
8388	What shall I give?
8388	What shapeless lump is that, bent, crouched there on the sand?
8388	What stays with you latest and deepest?
8388	What the push of reading could not start, is started by me personally, is it not?
8388	What the study could not teach-- what the preaching could not accomplish, is accomplished, is it not?
8388	What troubles you, Yankee phantoms?
8388	What waves and soils exuding?
8388	What widens within you, Walt Whitman?
8388	What, to passions I witness around me to- day, was the sea risen?
8388	What, to pavements and homesteads here-- what were those storms of the mountains and sea?
8388	Where are your cavils about the Soul now?
8388	Where are your jibes of being now?
8388	Where have you disposed of their carcasses?
8388	Where is the developed Soul?
8388	Who are the girls?
8388	Who are the infants?
8388	Who are the three old men going slowly with their arms about each others''necks?
8388	Who are they you salute, and that one after another salute you?
8388	Who are they, as bats and night- dogs, askant in the Capitol?
8388	Who are you, my dear comrade?
8388	Who are you, sweet boy, with cheeks yet blooming?
8388	Who knows but I am as good as looking at you now, for all you can not see me?
8388	Who knows but I am enjoying this?
8388	Who knows the curious mystery of the eyesight?
8388	Who was to know what should come home to me?
8388	Who would sign himself a candidate for my affections?
8388	Whom have you slaughtered lately, European headsman?
8388	Whose is that blood upon you, so wet and sticky?
8388	Why myself and all drowsing?
8388	Why, what have you thought of yourself?
8388	Will it help breed one good- shaped man, and a woman to be his perfect and independent mate?
8388	Will the same style, and the direction of genius to similar points, be satisfactory now?
8388	Will the whole come back then?
8388	Will you seek afar off?
8388	Will you squat and stifle there?
8388	With passions of demons, slaughter, premature death?
8388	Would the lawyer rise in the court to state his case before the judge?
8388	Would the talkers be talking?
8388	Your ambition or business, whatever it may be?
8388	[ 1] Why reclining, interrogating?
8388	_ AUXILIARIES._ WHAT place is besieged, and vainly tries to raise the siege?
8388	_ PARTING FRIENDS._ What think you I take my pen in hand to record?
8388	_ SINGING IN SPRING._ These I, singing in spring, collect for lovers: For who but I should understand lovers, and all their sorrow and joy?
8388	_ WHEREFORE?_ O me!
8388	_ WONDERS._ 1. Who learns my lesson complete?
8388	and do the middle- aged and the old think of him?
8388	and the young woman think often of him?
8388	and which are my miracles?
8388	are the acts suitable to them closed?
8388	did we stop discouraged, nodding on our way?
8388	do I not see my love fluttering out there among the breakers?
8388	do you not see how it would serve to have eyes, blood, complexion, clean and sweet?
8388	do you think it is love?
8388	has the hour come?
8388	have they locked and bolted doors?
8388	have you pleasure from poems?
8388	have you your sharp- edged axes?
8388	how can I but offer you divine leaves, that you also be eligible as I am?
8388	is it too only halting a while, Till night and sleep pass over?)
8388	is there going to be but one heart to the globe?
8388	is there nothing greater or more?
8388	must all then amount to but this?
8388	of curious panics, Of hard- fought engagements, or sieges tremendous, what deepest remains?"
8388	or a prepared constitution?
8388	or any_ chefs- d''oeuvre_ of engineering, forts, armaments?
8388	or by arms?
8388	or engaged in business?
8388	or for the profits of a store?
8388	or in womanly housework?
8388	or is it mostly to me?
8388	or is it without reference to universal needs?
8388	or old needs of pleasure overlaid by modern science and forms?
8388	or planning a nomination and election?
8388	or sprung of the needs of the less developed society of special ranks?
8388	or the beautiful maternal cares?
8388	or the best- built steamships?
8388	or the educated wiser than you?
8388	or the lines of the arches and cornices?
8388	or to fill a gentleman''s leisure, or a lady''s leisure?
8388	or with your wife and family?
8388	so sad, recurring-- What good amid these, O me, O life?
8388	so wide the tramping?
8388	some playing, some slumbering?
8388	the increase abandoned?
8388	those curves, angles, dots?
8388	what are Body and Soul without satisfaction?
8388	what are you?
8388	what forests and fruits are these?
8388	what is impossible or baseless or vague?
8388	what is unlikely?
8388	what persons and lands are here?
8388	what were God?
8388	who are the married women?
8388	who makes much of a miracle?
8388	would not people laugh at me?
8388	would the singer attempt to sing?
8813	And pray, sir,continued Lugare, as the outward signs of wrath disappear''d from his features;"what were you about the garden for?
8813	But you must be very tired, Frank,rejoin''d the other;"wo n''t you let some of us harness up and carry you?
8813	Can you relate nothing, then?
8813	Do you know one Richard Hall that lives somewhere here among you?
8813	Do you see that, sir? 8813 Do you think to make me believe your lies?
8813	For what,he ask''d,"would this life be without immortality?
8813	I guess so,said I;"what might it be about?"
8813	Not_ all day_, Charley?
8813	Now, Mr. Whitman,spoke up one of the girls,"what have you to say about Thanksgiving?
8813	The Highest said: Do n''t let us begin so low-- isn''t our range too coarse-- too gross?... 8813 Were you by Mr. Nichols''s garden- fence last night?"
8813	What have you to say then to such things?
8813	_ H. Heine''s first principle of criticising a book was, What motive is the author trying to carry out, or express or accomplish? 8813 ''What was that plan? 8813 ( Ah, where would be any food for spirituality without night and the stars?) 8813 ( Can this really be true?) 8813 ( Had not all this terrible scene-- making the mimic ones preposterous-- had it not all been rehears''d, in blank, by Booth, beforehand?) 8813 ( Is there not a hint in it for a musical composition, of which it should be the back- ground? 8813 ( The slavery contest is settled-- and the war is long over-- yet do not those putrid conditions, too many of them, still exist? 8813 ( What subtle tie is this between one''s soul and the break of day? 8813 ( Will the time hasten when fatherhood and motherhood shall become a science-- and the noblest science?) 8813 (Are there going to be_ any men_ there?"
8813	("There never were men that kept in better spirits in danger or defeat-- what then could they do in victory?"
8813	All that has been put in statement, tremendous as it is, what is it compared with the vast fields and values and varieties left unreap''d?
8813	Am I starting the sail- craft of poets in line?
8813	And I would not go to the grave without briefly, but plainly, as I here do, acknowledging-- may I not say even glorying in it?
8813	And could it really be, then?
8813	And do we not see, in them, foreshadowings of the future races that shall fill these prairies?
8813	And dost Thou subtly mystically now drip it through the air invisibly upon me?
8813	And how, think you, rested Philip Marsh that night?
8813	And if so, what is it?...
8813	And now that he has gone hence, can it be that Thomas Carlyle, soon to chemically dissolve in ashes and by winds, remains an identity still?
8813	And so you thought you could do a little robbing, and enjoy yourself in a manner you ought to be ashamed to own, without being punish''d, did you?"
8813	And so-- one and all, little and big-- hav''n''t we had a good time?
8813	And still goes one, saying,"What will ye give me, and I will deliver this man unto you?"
8813	And what if children, growing up, In future seasons read The thing we do?
8813	And whence came they?
8813	And who remembers the renown''d New York"Tabernacle"of those days"before the war"?
8813	Answerest thou, it is?
8813	Are its disposals without ignominious distinctions?
8813	Are not the United States this day busily using, working, more printer''s type, more presses, than any other country?
8813	Are there arts worthy freedom and a rich people?
8813	Are there athletes?
8813	Are there bright beacons of happiness enjoy''d, and of good done by the way?
8813	Are there crops of fine youths, and majestic old persons?
8813	Are there perfect women, to match the generous material luxuriance?
8813	Are they in their mating season?
8813	Are we indignant?
8813	Are we not doing well enough here already?
8813	Are you not their superior in mental power, in liberal views of mankind, and in comprehensive intellect?
8813	As I haunt thee so often, season by season, thou knowest, reckest not me,( yet why be so certain?
8813	As I rise for return, I linger long to a delicious song- epilogue( is it the hermit- thrush?)
8813	As a mixed political and social question, is not this full of dark significance?
8813	As now taught, accepted and carried out, are not the processes of culture rapidly creating a class of supercilious infidels, who believe in nothing?
8813	Asiatic or African?
8813	At the end of that hour, the words,"perhaps when you arrive she may be_ dead_?"
8813	Ay, him, if any one, I love in a sort-- but why?
8813	Besides it''s plain at Washington Who likeliest wins the race, What earthly chance has"free soil"For any good fat place?
8813	Better still, out of them is not a third theory, the real one, or suggesting the real one, to arise?)
8813	But am I alone?
8813	But do you know what they are?
8813	But is it really advancing?
8813	But the katydid-- how shall I describe its piquant utterances?
8813	But what blood, my friends?
8813	But what is life but an experiment?
8813	But what use?
8813	But where any former ones with prophecy so broad, so clear, as our times, our lands-- as those of the West?)
8813	But why do I say enemies?
8813	Can there be any doubt who the leader ought to be?
8813	Can those be_ men_--those little livid brown, ash- streak''d, monkey- looking dwarfs?--are they really not mummied, dwindled corpses?
8813	Can we attain such enfranchisement-- the true Democracy, and the height of it?
8813	Can we, indeed, spare either of them?
8813	Can you do it for them?"
8813	Can you get hold of it, reader dear?
8813	Common teachers or critics are always asking"What does it mean?"
8813	Could it be that Black Nell knew her early master?
8813	Could it be that he slept?
8813	Could we wish humanity different?
8813	Could we wish the people made of wood or stone?
8813	Did Jesus Christ, the Saviour, ever have any material blood?
8813	Did we call the latter imponderable?
8813	Did you suppose there could be only one Supreme?
8813	Did you, too, O friend, suppose democracy was only for elections, for politics, and for a party name?
8813	Do not our publishers fatten quicker and deeper?
8813	Do they know that from the single State of Kentucky more Union soldiers fought under our flag than Napoleon took into the battle of Waterloo?
8813	Do we feel jeopardized?
8813	Do you call those genteel little creatures American poets?
8813	Do you term that perpetual, pistareen, paste- pot work, American art, American drama, taste, verse?
8813	Do you want anything?"
8813	Does it live through them?
8813	Does it not undermine the old religious standards?
8813	Does it solve readily with the sweet milk of the nipples of the breasts of the Mother of Many Children?
8813	Does it still hold on untired?
8813	Does not anything short of that third point of view, when you come to think of it profoundly and with amplitude, impugn Creation from the outset?
8813	Does the young man think often of him?
8813	Does this answer?
8813	Duroc?
8813	European adventures?
8813	Even in the Iliad and Shakspere there is( is there not?)
8813	Everywhere-- their own lands included--(is there not something terrible in the tenacity with which the one book out of millions holds its grip?)
8813	Finally, the morality:"Virtue,"said Marcus Aurelius,"what is it, only a living and enthusiastic sympathy with Nature?"
8813	For how can we remain, divided, contradicting ourselves, this way?
8813	For there is something greater( is there not?)
8813	For what moved the sick girl uneasily on her pillow, and raised her neck, and motion''d to her mother?
8813	Glimmer gentle rays of what was scatter''d from a holy heart?
8813	Had he caus''d a letter to be sent them since he got here in Washington?
8813	Has any one fancied he could sit at last under some due authority, and rest satisfied with explanations, and realize, and be content and full?
8813	Hast Thou, pellucid, in Thy azure depths, medicine for case like mine?
8813	Have benevolence, and love, and undeviating honesty left tokens on which thy eyes can rest sweetly?
8813	Have n''t I given specimen clues, if no more?
8813	Have the marches of tens and hundreds and thousands of years made willing detours to the right hand and the left hand for his sake?
8813	Have we at present any such?
8813	Have you ever realized it, my friends, that Lincoln, though grafted on the West, is essentially in personnel and character a Southern contribution?"
8813	Have you forgotten your appointment?"
8813	Have you never realized it, my friends, that Lincoln, though grafted on the West, is essentially, in personnel and character, a Southern contribution?
8813	Have you not the treasures of health and untainted propensities, which many of those you envy never enjoy?
8813	Have you, with your own eyes, look''d on Grant, and Lee, and Sherman?"
8813	How could it happen that so beautiful and inoffensive a being should taste, even to its dregs, the bitterest unhappiness?
8813	How does this man compare with the acknowledg''d"Father of his country"?
8813	How has it been with thee?
8813	I have itemized the night-- but dare I attempt the cloudless dawn?
8813	I said,"What is it, my boy?
8813	I said,"Why, Oscar, do n''t you think you will get well?"
8813	I wonder does any other nation but ours afford opportunity for such a jaunt as this?
8813	If the spiritual is not behind the material, to what purpose is the material?
8813	In politics, what can be more ominous,( though generally unappreciated then)--what more significant than the Presidentiads of Fillmore and Buchanan?
8813	In the revealings of such light, such exceptional hour, such mood, one does not wonder at the old story fables,( indeed, why fables?)
8813	In wish and willingness( and if that were so, what matter about the reality?)
8813	Indeed has any previous period afforded it?
8813	Indeed, what is Nature but change, in all its visible, and still more its invisible processes?
8813	Indeed, where else a more pregnant, more splendid one?
8813	Indeed, who wants the real animal or hunter?
8813	Is he beloved long and long after he is buried?
8813	Is it a lingering, inherited remains of man''s primitive wariness, from the wild animals?
8813	Is it difficult to imagine ahead of us and them, evolv''d from them, poesy completer far than any they themselves fulfill''d?
8813	Is it for the ever- growing communes of brothers and lovers, large, well united, proud, beyond the old models, generous beyond all models?
8813	Is it for the nursing of the young of the republic?
8813	Is it not indeed strange?
8813	Is it not really an intuition of the human race?
8813	Is it not worth considering as a problem and puzzle in our democracy-- an indispensable want to be supplied?
8813	Is it something grown fresh out of the fields, or drawn from the sea for use to me to- day here?
8813	Is it strange that a thunder- storm follow''d such morbid and stifling cloud- strata?
8813	Is it uniform with my country?
8813	Is it well with thee, thus?
8813	Is not here indeed the point underlying all tragedy?
8813	Is not nakedness then indecent?
8813	Is the fresh and broad demesne of America destined also to give them foothold and lodgment, permanent domicile?
8813	Is there a great moral and religious civilization-- the only justification of a great material one?
8813	Is there a pervading atmosphere of beautiful manners?
8813	Is there not even now, indeed, an evolution, a departure from the masters?
8813	Is there not something about the moon, some relation or reminder, which no poem or literature has yet caught?
8813	Is this one of its hours, or the like of it?--so impalpable-- a mere breath, an evanescent tinge?
8813	Let us hope there is( indeed, can there be any doubt there is?)
8813	Need I say I demand the same in the elements and spirit and fruitage of National Literature?
8813	Notes:[ 35] A few years ago I saw the question,"Has America produced any great poem?"
8813	Now, sir, what was there in that bag?"
8813	Of civilized lands to- day, whose of our retrospects has it not interwoven and link''d and permeated?
8813	Of many a score-- aye, thousands, north and south, of unwrit heroes, unknown heroisms, incredible, impromptu, first- class desperations-- who tells?
8813	Of what use is existence to me?
8813	Only here, communion with the mysteries, the eternal problems, whence?
8813	Or that there be no justice in destiny or time?
8813	Or what is humanity in its faith, love, heroism, poetry, even morals, but_ emotion_?
8813	Or, to change the figure, I will present my varied little collation( what is our Country itself but an infinitely vast and varied collation?)
8813	Ought not the innovation to be put down by opinion and criticism?
8813	Perhaps you only receiv''d the plunder, and had an accomplice to do the more dangerous part of the job?"
8813	Poor woman-- what story was it, out of her fortunes, to account for that inexpressibly scared way, those glassy eyes, and that hollow voice?
8813	Repeating our inquiry, what, then, do we mean by real literature?
8813	Shall I lie?"
8813	Shall I tell you, reader, to what I attribute my already much- restored health?
8813	Shall we applaud or condemn him?
8813	Spices crush''d, their pungence yield, Trodden scents their sweets respire; Would you have its strength reveal''d?
8813	Strange,( is it not?)
8813	Such a nation-- such a society-- what nobler conception of moral existence can we form?
8813	Symphony of fine musician, or sunset, or sea- waves rolling up the beach-- what do they mean?
8813	THE WEATHER-- DOES IT SYMPATHIZE WITH THESE TIMES?
8813	Take it out, with its radiations, and what would be left?
8813	Talking of oratory, why is it that the unsophisticated practices often strike deeper than the train''d ones?
8813	The Highest said: Do n''t let us begin so low-- isn''t our range too coarse-- too gross?...
8813	The ashiness and the moisture on the brow, and the film over the eyeballs-- what man can look upon the sight, and not feel his heart awed within him?
8813	The founders have pass''d to other spheres-- but what are these terrible duties they have left us?
8813	The lush and the weird that have taken such extraordinary possession of Nineteenth century verse- lovers-- what mean they?
8813	The secession war?
8813	The wood of the cedar is of use-- but what profit on earth are those sprigs of acrid plums?
8813	Then the camps of the wounded-- O heavens, what scene is this?--is this indeed_ humanity_--these butchers''shambles?
8813	Then the other-- may we indeed name him the same day?
8813	Then the words come from his lips, very emphatically and slowly pronounc''d, in a resonant, grave, melodious voice,_ What is the chief end of man?
8813	Then to Shakspere''s characters-- Hamlet, Lear, the English- Norman kings, the Romans?
8813	Then, from one of his many letters, for he seems to have delighted in correspondence: Some may query, What is the cross of Christ?
8813	There you are, shoulder- straps!--but where are your companies?
8813	They are names which are well known-- almost as well known and as much honor''d in England as in America; and yet what must we say in the end?
8813	They complain in Olympia that Washington Territory gets but little immigration; but what wonder?
8813	Those white palaces-- the dome- crown''d capitol there on the hill, so stately over the trees-- shall they be left-- or destroy''d first?
8813	Thought you greatness was to ripen for you like a pear?
8813	To all which we conclude, and repeat the terrible query: American National Literature-- is there distinctively any such thing, or can there ever be?
8813	Travel, reciprocity,"interviewing,"intercommunion of lands-- what are they but Democracy''s and the highest Law''s best aids?
8813	Truly, in color, outline, material and spiritual suggestiveness, where any more inclosing theme for idealist, poet, literary artist?
8813	Two young fellows are having a friendly talk, amid which, says 1st conductor,"What did you do before you was a snatcher?"
8813	UNNAMED REMAINS THE BRAVEST SOLDIER Of scenes like these, I say, who writes-- whoe''er can write the story?
8813	Unwieldy and immense, who shall hold in behemoth?
8813	Upon the whole is not Tennyson-- and was not Carlyle( like an honest and stern physician)--the true friend of our age?
8813	WHO GETS THE PLUNDER?
8813	Was he, then, a being so accurs''d?
8813	We sail a dangerous sea of seething currents, cross and under- currents, vortices-- all so dark, untried-- and whither shall we turn?
8813	We see the shreds of Hebrews, Romans, Greeks; but where, on her own soil, do we see, in any faithful, highest, proud expression, America herself?
8813	What all through the wanderings of Virgil''s Aeneas?
8813	What are these wounds in thy hands?
8813	What does this immense and almost abnormal development of Philanthropy mean among the moderns?
8813	What fortune else-- what dollar-- does not stand for, and come from, more or less imposition, lying, unnaturalness?
8813	What has America?
8813	What have we here, if not, towering above all talk and argument, the plentifully- supplied, last- needed proof of democracy, in its personalities?
8813	What is Nature?
8813	What is Tennyson''s service to his race, times, and especially to America?
8813	What is a"boom"?
8813	What is happiness, anyhow?
8813	What is independence?
8813	What is it in us, arous''d by those indirections and directions?
8813	What is it to us that the mass pay us not that deference which wealth commands?
8813	What is marvellous?
8813	What is poor plain George Fox compared to William Shakspere-- to fancy''s lord, imagination''s heir?
8813	What is this world without a further Divine purpose in it all?"
8813	What mean these phantoms here?
8813	What must have been the number unofficial, indirect-- to say nothing of the Southern armies?
8813	What others-- what business, profit, wealth, without a taint?
8813	What penetrating eye does not everywhere see through the mask?
8813	What was Nature to Rousseau, to Voltaire, to the German Goethe in his little classical court gardens?
8813	What were the elements, the invisible backgrounds and eidolons of it, to Homer''s heroes, voyagers, gods?
8813	What would that do amid astral and bric- a- brac and tapestry, and ladies and gentlemen talking in subdued tones of Browning and Longfellow and art?
8813	What, and who was that figure there?
8813	What, even of the best and most successful, would be justified by itself alone?
8813	What, however, do we more definitely mean by New World literature?
8813	Where are the vaunts, and the proud boasts with which you went forth?
8813	Where are your banners, and your bands of music, and your ropes to bring back your prisoners?
8813	Where one more idealistic- real, more subtle, more sensuous- delicate?
8813	Where, elsewhere, one so great?
8813	Who Gets the Plunder?
8813	Who cares that he wrote about Dr. Francia, and"Shooting Niagara"--and"the Nigger Question,"--and did n''t at all admire our United States?
8813	Who is there to whom the theme does not come home?
8813	Who knows the curious mystery of the eyesight?
8813	Who may fend that danger, and fill that lack in the future, but a class of loftiest poets?
8813	Who paint the scene, the sudden partial panic of the afternoon, at dusk?
8813	Who remembers the old citizens of that time?
8813	Who remembers the old places as they were?
8813	Who show what moves there in the shadows, fluid and firm-- to save,( and it did save,) the army''s name, perhaps the nation?
8813	Who wants to be any man''s mere follower?
8813	Who was Ridman?
8813	Who was the stranger?
8813	Why do our experiences perhaps of some local country exhorter-- or often in the West or South at political meetings-- bring the most definite results?
8813	Why dost thou not speak to me in my grief, and tell me when I shall behold my friends?
8813	Why not come down from literary dignity, and confess we are sitting on one now, under the shade of a great walnut tree?
8813	Why not even the tiny, turtle- shaped, yellow- back''d, black- spotted lady- bug that has lit on the shirt- sleeve of the arm inditing this?
8813	Why not fix your verses henceforth to the gauge of the round globe?
8813	Why should I exist in the world, unknown, unloved, press''d with cares, while so many around me have all their souls can desire?
8813	Why should my path be so much rougher than theirs?
8813	Why was it, too, that the young man''s heart moved with a feeling of kindness toward the harshly treated child?
8813	Why would any intrusion, even from people I like, spoil the charm?
8813	Will America ever have such an artist out of her own gestation, body, soul?
8813	Will the same style, and the direction of genius to similar points, be satisfactory now?
8813	Wo n''t you give us a sermon in advance, to sober us down?"
8813	Would not that, indeed, be the kingdom of God come on earth?"
8813	Would such a fact as this cause your sadness?
8813	Would you have in yourself the divine, vast, general law?
8813	Yet now the sought- for opportunity offers, I find my notes incompetent,( why, for truly profound themes, is statement so idle?
8813	Yet who can wonder?
8813	You can cultivate corn and roses and orchards-- but who shall cultivate the mountain peaks, the ocean, and the tumbling gorgeousness of the clouds?
8813	[ 38] Is there not such a thing as the philosophy of American history and politics?
8813	_ First party_--Why not, then, respect it in your poems?
8813	alarm''d?
8813	and do the middleaged and the old think of him?
8813	and heart and tongue Accurse us for the deed?
8813	and how do you like it anyhow?
8813	and mortality but an exercise?
8813	and the second, Has he achiev''d it?
8813	and the young woman think often of him?
8813	and which, with no sign of stopping, only regulated and vein''d with fitting appreciation, flows deeply, widely yet?
8813	and, if those fail, by the District Attorney?
8813	answered the young drunkard, very composedly,"is that all?
8813	by the present, or the material ostent alone?
8813	do you?
8813	especially the democratic literature of the future?
8813	have you seen Abraham Lincoln-- and heard him speak-- and touch''d his hand?
8813	how entirely they tally on land the grandeur and superb monotony of the skies of heaven, and the ocean with its waters?
8813	how freeing, soothing, nourishing they are to the soul?
8813	is not that a theme worth chanting, striving for?
8813	more than Wellington took with all the allied armies against Napoleon?
8813	old history-- miracles-- romances?
8813	or from his savage ancestry far back?
8813	or the bloodless chalk of Allibone''s Dictionary?
8813	or what is the meaning of this plenitude, swiftness, eagerness, display?
8813	or, has it advanced for a long while?
8813	or,"ca n''t you understand?")
8813	said he,"have we met so soon, Mr. Covert?
8813	some bumble- bee symphony?)
8813	still result in diseases, fevers, wounds-- not of war and army hospitals-- but the wounds and diseases of peace?)
8813	the famous pieces of the Grecian masters-- and all masters?
8813	the most antique?
8813	the whole race?
8813	uttering and absorbing more publications than any other?
8813	weeds, annuals, of the rank, rich soil-- not central, enduring, perennial things?
8813	what is unlikely?
8813	where are your men?
8813	whither?
8813	who bridle leviathan?
8813	who can tell?)
8813	why does the right phrase never offer?)