...adored by little statesmen and philosophers and divines," into the three lines in Song of Myself. " Do I contradict myself? Very well then I contradict myself, (I am large, I contain multitudes.)" Interesting as these facts may be, there is no possibility of bringing the many diverse voices into...

...instance, the life and letters of Keats or Wordsworth, and should justify Walt Whitman's outspoken "Do I contradict myself? Very well then, I contradict myself. I am large, I contain multitudes." The poet is the outsider who sees most of the game, and, by the same token, all or nearly all the great...

...if the master minds in both are wise, may at last be reconciled. — Andrew D. White. f.» «•» Do I contradict myself? Very well, then, I contradict...am large. I contain multitudes). — Walt Whitman. IT is Criticism, as Arnold points out, that creates the intellectual atmosphere of the age. It is Criticism...

...theology, if the master minds in both are wise, may at last be reconciled. — Andrew D. White. .-*. «» Do I contradict myself? Very well, then, I contradict...am large. I contain multitudes). — Walt Whitman. IT is Criticism, as Arnold points out, that creates the intellectual atmosphere of the age. It is Criticism...

...omnivorous lines, and will not write any less; And would fetch you, whoever you are, flush with myself. Do I contradict myself? Very well, then, I contradict myself; (I am large — I contain multitudes.) The spotted hawk swoops by and accuses me — he complains of my gab and my loitering. Between these...

...thinking one way and living another; or, for that matter, thinking in a dozen different ways at once. "Do I contradict myself? Very well, then, I contradict myself. I am large, I contain multitudes." "I contain multitudes." The discovery has been made before. Comedies and tragedies have been made out...

...sermons never convince; The damp of the night drives deeper into my soul." Or even more strikingly — "Do I contradict myself? Very well, then, I contradict myself; (I am large — I contain multitudes.)" And then in his final exquisite lines of the poem "Walt Whitman," we have his magnificent suggestion...

...simplified by a theory, no ideal to be emphasized by discreet silence. He himself would not have it so. Do I contradict myself? Very well, then, I contradict myself, I am large, I contain multitudes. We may find, indeed, that the contradiction is more fundamental than he realized, that it was often...

...inconsistencies, they might well have retorted in the words of one who shared something of their rebel spirit: Do I contradict myself ? Very well then, I contradict myself. (I am large, I contain multitudes.) And it is indeed the glory of their spacious stage that the living multitudes are there. A modern play...

...work thoroughly is to find his mind in flux, yet never sluggish. Like Whitman, he could exclaim, " Do I contradict myself ? Very well, then, I contradict myself. I am large. I contain multitudes." There is, indeed, a large unity about his main position of which the appeal to a general sensibility...