 | Walt Whitman - 1868 - 464 páginas
...orchards ; Carrying a corpse to where it shall rest in the grave, Night and day journeys a coffin. / 6. Coffin that passes through lanes and streets, Through...great cloud darkening the land, With the pomp of the inlooped flags, with the cities draped in black, With the show of the States themselves as of crape-veiled... | |
 | American poems, William Michael Rossetti - 1873 - 556 páginas
...orchards ; Carrying a corpse to where it shall rest in the grave, Night and day journeys a coffin. 6. Coffin that passes through lanes and streets, Through...great cloud darkening the land, With the pomp of the inlooped flags, with the cities draped in black, With the show of the States themselves, as of crapeveiled... | |
 | American poems - 1878 - 536 páginas
...orchards ; Carrying a corpse to where it shall rest in the grave, Night and day journeys a coffin. 6. Coffin that passes through lanes and streets, Through...great cloud darkening the land, With the pomp of the inlooped flags, with the cities draped in black, With the show of the States themselves, as of crapeveiled... | |
 | Walt Whitman - 1883 - 398 páginas
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 | Francis Fisher Browne - 1886 - 362 páginas
...the orchards, Carrying a corpse to where it shall rest in the grave, Night and day journeys a coffin. Coffin that passes through lanes and streets, Through...black, With the show of the States themselves as of crapeveil'd women standing, With processions long and winding and the flambeaus of the night, With... | |
 | Francis Fisher Browne - 1886 - 352 páginas
...the orchards, Carrying a corpse to where it shall rest in the grave, Night and day journeys a coffin. Coffin that passes through lanes and streets, Through...black, With the show of the States themselves as of crapeveil'd women standing, With processions long and winding and the flambeaus of the night, With... | |
 | 1896 - 698 páginas
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States themselves as of crape-veil'd women standing, With processions long and winding and the flambeaus of the night, With the countless torches lit, with the silent sea of faces and the unbared heads With the waiting depot... 
