Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен)

Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 12. An Army Corps on the March

With its cloud of skirmishers in advance,
With now the sound of a single shot snapping like a whip, and now an
      irregular volley,
The swarming ranks press on and on, the dense brigades press on,
Glittering dimly, toiling under the sun—the dust-cover'd men,
In columns rise and fall to the undulations of the ground,
With artillery interspers'd—the wheels rumble, the horses sweat,
As the army corps advances.

1. Leaves of Grass. 33. Songs of Parting. 14. Portals
2. Leaves of Grass. 30. Whispers of Heavenly Death. 6. As If a Phantom Caress'd Me
3. Leaves of Grass. 32. From Noon to Starry Night. 13. Weave in, My Hardy Life
4. Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 4. On, on the Same, Ye Jocund Twain!
5. Leaves of Grass. 33. Songs of Parting. 15. These Carols

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