Unit 3: Vocabulary from Readings 2

America does not repel the past or what it has produced under its forms or amid other politics or the idea of castes or the old religions...perceives that the corpse is slowly borne from the eating and sleeping rooms of the house...perceives that it waits a little while in the door...that it was fittest for its days...that its action has descended to the stalwart and well shaped heir who approaches...and that he shall be fittest for his days.

Here is not merely a nation but a teeming nation of nations.

Here are the roughs and beards and space and ruggedness and nonchalance that the soul loves.

Here the performance disdaining the trivial unapproached in the tremendous audacity of its crowds and groupings and the push of its perspective spreads with crampless and flowing breadth and showers its prolific and splendid extravagance.

Here the performance disdaining the trivial unapproached in the tremendous audacity of its crowds and groupings and the push of its perspective spreads with crampless and flowing breadth and showers its prolific and splendid extravagance.

Here the performance disdaining the trivial unapproached in the tremendous audacity of its crowds and groupings and the push of its perspective spreads with crampless and flowing breadth and showers its prolific and splendid extravagance.

Their manners, speech, dress, friendship—the freshness and candor of their physiognomy—the picturesque looseness of their carriage...their deathless attachment to freedom—their aversion to anything indecorous or soft or mean...

...the practical acknowledgment of the citizens of one state by the citizens of all other states—the fierceness of their roused resentment—their curiosity and welcome of novelty...

...their self-esteem and wonderful sympathy—their susceptibility to a slight—the air they have of persons who never knew how it felt to stand in the presence of superiors...

The carpenter singing his, as he measures his plank or beam,
The mason singing his, as he makes ready for work, or leaves off work

At night, the party of young fellows, robust, friendly,
Singing, with open mouths, their strong melodious songs.

Beat! beat! drums!—blow! bugles! blow!
Through the windows—through doors—burst like a ruthless force,
Into the solemn church, and scatter the congregation,
Into the school where the scholar is studying

Beat! beat! drums!—blow! bugles! blow!
Make no parley—stop for no expostulation

Mind not the timid—mind not the weeper or prayer,
Mind not the old man beseeching the young man,
Let not the child’s voice be heard, nor the mother’s entreaties

Mind not the timid—mind not the weeper or prayer,
Mind not the old man beseeching the young man,
Let not the child’s voice be heard, nor the mother’s entreaties

Much Madness is divinest Sense—
To a discerning Eye

’Tis the Majority
In this, as All, prevail—
Assent—and you are sane—
Demur—you’re straightway dangerous

’Tis the Majority
In this, as All, prevail—
Assent—and you are sane—
Demur—you’re straightway dangerous

We slowly drove—He knew no haste
And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too,
For His Civility

Since then—’tis Centuries—and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses' Heads
Were toward Eternity