semiosis

preaching an inherent unity that allows him to claim the suffering of others as his own.

complete and inescapable human depravity

Wadsworth

inherent good in humanity

transcendentalist

And as to you Corpse I think you are good manure, but that does not offend me,

I know perfectly well my own egotism,

infold

Formless stacks of bodies and bodies by themselves, dabs of flesh upon the masts and spars,

I turn the bridegroom out of bed and stay with the bride myself, I tighten her all night to my thighs and lips.

bivouac

leaves

Even as I stand or sit passing faster than you.

In vain

scrofula

kosmos

I exist as I am, that is enough,

august

deathless

what am I?

Do I astonish more than they?

touch of my lips to yours, this the murmur of yearning

There shall be no difference between them and the rest.

venerealee

If they are not yours as much as mine they are nothing, or next to nothing,

I resist any thing better than my own diversity, Breathe the air but leave plenty after me, And am not stuck up, and am in my place.

Kanadian

A Southerner soon as a Northerner,

wife

song of myself.

half-shut eyes bent sideways,

half-breed

quadroon

What is removed drops horribly in a pail;

asylum

Ya-honk

And the look of the bay mare shames silliness out of me.

environ

The rest did not see her, but she saw them and loved them.

homeliest

Which of the young men does she like the best?

Yankee clipper

scud

Falling asleep on the gather’d leaves with my dog and gun by my side.

I am there, I help, I came stretch’d atop of the load, I felt its soft jolts, one leg reclined on the other, I jump from the cross-beams and seize the clover and timothy, And roll head over heels and tangle my hair full of wisps.

The suicide sprawls on the bloody floor of the bedroom, I witness the corpse with its dabbled hair, I note where the pistol has fallen.

I hasten to inform him or her it is just as lucky to die, and I know it.

Has any one supposed it lucky to be born?

The smallest sprout shows there is really no death,

beautiful uncut hair of graves.

How could I answer the child?

kelson

And that all the men ever born are also my brothers, and the women my sisters and lovers,

my feet.

abase

I have no mockings or arguments, I witness and wait.

fratricidal

Clear and sweet is my soul, and clear and sweet is all that is not my soul. Lack one lacks both, and the unseen is proved by the seen, Till that becomes unseen and receives proof in its turn.

entretied

life

now

You shall no longer take things at second or third hand, nor look through the eyes of the dead, nor feed on the spectres in books, You shall not look through my eyes either, nor take things from me, You shall listen to all sides and filter them from your self.

Have you practis’d so long to learn to read? Have you felt so proud to get at the meaning of poems?

The smoke of my own breath,

I will go to the bank by the wood and become undisguised and naked, I am mad for it to be in contact with me.

distillation

abeyance

thirty-seven years

Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their parents the same,

loafe

I CELEBRATE myself,

At home I dream that at Naples, at Rome, I can be intoxicated with beauty, and lose my sadness. I pack my trunk, embrace my friends, embark on the sea, and at last wake up in Naples, and there beside me is the stern fact, the sad self, unrelenting, identical, that I fled from.

I cannot sell my liberty and my power, to save their sensibility.

I must be myself. I cannot break myself any longer for you, or you. If you can love me for what I am, we shall be the happier. If you cannot, I will still seek to deserve that you should. I will not hide my tastes or aversions.

But your isolation must not be mechanical, but spiritual, that is, must be elevation

prate

‘I think,’ ‘I am,’

mendicant

equipage

I do not wish to please him; I wish that he should wish to please me

To be great is to be misunderstood.

hobgoblin

Do I not know beforehand that not possibly can he say a new and spontaneous word?

you will always find those who think they know what is your duty better than you know it

live

expiate

Then, again, do not tell me, as a good man did to-day, of my obligation to put all poor men in good situations. Are they my poor?

truth is handsomer than the affectation of love. Your goodness must have some edge to it, — else it is none. The doctrine of hatred must be preached as the counteraction of the doctrine of love when that pules and whines.

I am ashamed to think how easily we capitulate to badges and names, to large societies and dead institutions

the only wrong what is against it

Good and bad are but names very readily transferable to that or this

Whoso would be a man must be a nonconformist

bread

He would utter opinions on all passing affairs, which being seen to be not private, but necessary, would sink like darts into the ear of men, and put them in fear.

eclat

Do not think the youth has no force, because he cannot speak to you and me. Hark! in the next room his voice is sufficiently clear and emphatic. It seems he knows how to speak to his contemporaries. Bashful or bold, then, he will know how to make us seniors very unnecessary.

Their mind being whole, their eye is as yet unconquered, and when we look in their faces, we are disconcerted.

be- haviour

the absolutely trustworthy

none but he knows what that is which he can do, nor does he know until he has tried

imitation is suicide

we shall be forced to take with shame our own opinion from another.

Yet he dismisses without notice his thought, because it is his. In every work of genius we recognize our own rejected thoughts: they come back to us with a certain alienated majesty.

firmament

trumpets of the Last Judgment

that is genius.

Ne te quaesiveris extra.

you thought me so morose and ungrateful, nay, when, as you now admit, you half thought me plotting your murder, at those very times my heart was frozen

noble Captain Amasa Delano

but his intent, though undiscovered, being suspected, he was, on a pretense, made to retire out of sight, and at last into the hold, and there was made away with

Don Francisco Masa

the negro Babo proposed to him to gain from Amasa Delano full particulars about his ship, and crew, and arms

the act of handing a quadrant, they killed him

Christopher Colon, the discoverer of the New World

deponent

Babo had intimated to him several times, that he would kill all the whites the very moment he should perceive any city, town, or settlement of any kind on the shores to which they should be carried

replied to him he must carry them in any way

* *

mulatto

assailants

had secretly put out of order the locks of what few muskets there were.

‘Tis he, Aranda! my murdered, unburied friend!”

Not Captain Delano, but Don Benito, the black, in leaping into the boat, had intended to stab.

still Don Benito would not let go his hand

unwonted energy

Once again he smiled at the phantoms which had mocked him, and felt something like a tinge of remorse, that, by harboring them even for a moment, he should, by implication, have betrayed an atheist doubt of the ever-watchful Providence above.

Well, thought Captain Delano, if he has little breeding, the more need to show mine.

Upon this, unperceived by the American, the two blacks eyed the sailor intently.

He inquired how it was that the scurvy and fever should have committed such wholesale havoc upon the whites, while destroying less than half of the blacks. As if this question reproduced the whole scene of plague before the Spaniard’s

stood behind, not his master’s chair, but Captain Delano’s.

See, Don Amasa, master always shakes when I shave him. And yet master knows I never yet have drawn blood, though it’s true, if master will shake so, I may some of these times.

“Then if master means to talk more to Don Amasa,” said the servant, “why not let Don Amasa sit by master in the cuddy, and master can talk, and Don Amasa can listen, while Babo here lathers and strops.”

Who would murder Amasa Delano?

he was engaged there maturing his plot, of which the sailor, by some means gaining an inkling, had a mind to warn the stranger against; incited, it may be, by gratitude for a kind word on first boarding the ship.

uncivilized women, they seemed at once tender of heart and tough of constitution; equally ready to die for their infants or fight for them.

For the rest, whatever in a serious way seemed enigmatical, was now good-naturedly explained away by the thought that, for the most part, the poor invalid scarcely knew what he was about; either sulking in black vapors, or putting idle questions without sense or object.

Above all, he began to feel a ghostly dread of Don Benito.

humble curiosity, turned openly up into his master’s downcast one. The Spaniard, still with a guilty shuffle, repeated his question:

“Canton.” “And there, Señor, you exchanged your sealskins for teas and silks, I think you said?” “Yes, Silks, mostly.”

fangs

a coil of rope in his hand

valetudinarian

Somewhat annoyed by these conversational familiarities, Captain Delano turned curiously upon the attendant, then glanced inquiringly at his master

An iron collar was about his neck, from which depended a chain, thrice wound round his body; the terminating links padlocked together at a broad band of iron, his girdle.

a man I loved

late friend

hatchet-polishers, where, in spots, it had been brought to a shine, “this seems a curious business they are at, Don Benito?”

“What posts they fill, I appointed them,” rejoined the Spaniard, in an acrid tone

paper captains

merely the sport of the lad.

Suddenly, one of the black boys, enraged at a word dropped by one of his white companions, seized a knife, and, though called to forbear by one of the oakum-pickers, struck the lad over the head, inflicting a gash from which blood flowed.

punctilio

the hatchets had anything but an attractive look, and the handlers of them still less so

small, yellow hands

Faithful fellow!” cried Captain Delano. “Don Benito, I envy you such a friend; slave I cannot call him.

their owner

their owner

Like a man lost in woods, more than once she had doubled upon her own track.

scanty

sultry

were become

His cough returned and with increased violence; this subsiding; with reddened lips

his cough

mata

spar

a hundred and fifty, as you see, but then numbering over three hundred souls

somnambulist

But plucking up courage, he at last accosted Don Benito, renewing the expression of his benevolent interest, adding, that did he (Captain Delano) but know the particulars of the ship’s misfortunes, he would, perhaps, be better able in the end to relieve them. Would Don Benito favor him with the whole story.

loth

the blacks

the absence of those subordinate deck-officers to whom, along with higher duties,

himself

conscientious policy, more or less adopted by all commanders of large ships, which, except in signal emergencies, obliterates alike the manifestation of sway with every trace of sociality; transforming the man into a block, or rather into a loaded cannon, which, until there is call for thunder, has nothing to say.

unhealthy climax

evinced

involuntary victim of mental disorder

At bottom it was Don Benito’s reserve which displeased him; but the same reserve was shown towards all but his faithful personal attendant.

whom prolonged physical suffering seems to cancel every social instinct of kindness

Don Benito’s unfriendly indifference towards himself

Babo

Marking the noisy indocility of the blacks in general

Sometimes the negro gave his master his arm, or took his handkerchief out of his pocket for him; performing these and similar offices with that affectionate zeal which transmutes into something filial or fraternal acts in themselves but menial; and which has gained for the negro the repute of making the most pleasing body-servant in the world; one, too, whom a master need be on no stiffly superior terms with, but may treat with familiar trust; less a servant than a devoted companion.

His mind appeared unstrung, if not still more seriously affected

nothing more relaxes good order than misery

saturnine

traces of recent sleepless cares and disquietudes

with scores less conspicuous, rested but an instant upon them

All six, unlike the generality, had the raw aspect of unsophisticated Africans.

barbarous

poop

oakum

scurvy

dolorous

negresses

conglobated

hull

uppermost and central of which was a dark satyr in a mask, holding his foot on the prostrate neck of a writhing figure, likewise masked.

somnambulistic

However, no guns were seen.