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SWhitman


            
            
             1 Beat! beat! drums! -- blow! bugles! blow! .
             2 Through the windows -- through doors -- burst like a ruthless force, .
             3 Into the solemn church, and scatter the congregation, .
             4 Into the school where the scholar is studying; .
             5 Leave not the bridegroom quiet -- no happiness must he have now with his bride, .
             6 Nor the peaceful farmer any peace, ploughing his field or gathering his grain, .
             7 So fierce you whirr and pound you drums -- so shrill you bugles blow. .
             8 Beat! beat! drums! -- blow! bugles! blow! .
             9 Over the traffic of cities -- over the rumble of wheels in the streets; .
             10 Are beds prepared for sleepers at night in the houses? no sleepers must sleep in those beds, .
             11 No bargainers' bargains by day -- no brokers or speculators -- would they continue? .
             12 Would the talkers be talking? would the singer attempt to sing? .
             13 Would the lawyer rise in the court to state his case before the judge? .
             14 Then rattle quicker, heavier drums -- you bugles wilder blow. .
             15 Beat! beat! drums! -- blow! bugles! blow! .
             16 Make no parley -- stop for no expostulation, .
             17 Mind not the timid -- mind not the weeper or prayer, .
             18 Mind not the old man beseeching the young man, .
             19 Let not the child's voice be heard, nor the mother's entreaties, .
             20 Make even the trestles to shake the dead where they lie awaiting the hearses, .
             21 So strong you thump O terrible drums -- so loud you bugles blow.
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             This poem uses an instrument to ask a question. The question is will people stop if something comes in their path. Will people stop doing what they are supposed to. .
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             I Saw in Louisiana a Live Oak Growing.
             1 I saw in Louisiana a live-oak growing, .
             2 All alone stood it and the moss hung down from the branches, .
             3 Without any companion it grew there uttering joyous leaves of dark green, .
             4 And its look, rude, unbending, lusty, made me think of myself, .
             5 But I wonder'd how it could utter joyous leaves standing alone there without its friend near, for I knew I could not, .


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