
Walt Whitman
Poem about the death of Abraham Lincoln Poem about the death of Abraham Lincoln Whitman served as a field nurse during the American Civil War "When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns...When I was shown the charts and diagrams...I became tired and sick, till rising and gliding out...." "O Captain my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won …" "Beat! beat! drums!—Blow! bugles! blow! Through the windows—through doors—burst like a ruthless force …" "When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me" "...here's a letter from our Pete, and come to the front door mother, here's a letter from thy dear son" "...And the great star early droop'd in the western sky in the night" "...how many names had been receiv'd with plaudits in the capitol" 1888, oil on canvas; Pennsylvania Academy of the Fine Arts, Philadelphia Arguably the most influential poet in US history; 1819-1892 American poet from Song of Myself For I walked down the idestreets under the trees with a headache self-conscious looking at the full moon.
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