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. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 13. Bravo, Paris Exposition!
2. Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 40. The Voice of the Rain
3. Leaves of Grass. 20. By the Roadside. 17. The Runner
4. Leaves of Grass. 20. By the Roadside. 24. Hast Never Come to Thee an Hour
5. Leaves of Grass. 33. Songs of Parting. 3. Ashes of Soldiers

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