Leaves of Grass: Including Sands at Seventy, Good-bye My Fancy, Old Age Echoes, and A Backward Glance O'er Travel'd RoadsSmall, Maynard, 1897 - 455 sivua |
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... NEVER COME TO THEE AN HOUR 215 215 216 216 216 216 217 217 217 217 217 217 217 218 218 THOUGHT TO OLD AGE . LOCATIONS AND TIMES OFFERINGS 218 218 218 218 • TO IDENTIFY THE 16th , 17th or 18TH PRESIDENTIAD . 218 DRUM - TAPS . FIRST O ...
... NEVER COME TO THEE AN HOUR 215 215 216 216 216 216 217 217 217 217 217 217 217 218 218 THOUGHT TO OLD AGE . LOCATIONS AND TIMES OFFERINGS 218 218 218 218 • TO IDENTIFY THE 16th , 17th or 18TH PRESIDENTIAD . 218 DRUM - TAPS . FIRST O ...
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... never stop , Successions of men , Americanos , a hundred millions , One generation playing its part and passing on , Another generation playing its part and passing on in its turn , With faces turn'd sideways or backward towards me to ...
... never stop , Successions of men , Americanos , a hundred millions , One generation playing its part and passing on , Another generation playing its part and passing on in its turn , With faces turn'd sideways or backward towards me to ...
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... never any more inception than there is now , Nor any more youth or age than there is now , And will never be any more perfection than there is now , Nor any more heaven or hell than there is now . Urge and urge and urge , Always the ...
... never any more inception than there is now , Nor any more youth or age than there is now , And will never be any more perfection than there is now , Nor any more heaven or hell than there is now . Urge and urge and urge , Always the ...
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... never studied the gamut , yet trills pretty well to me , And the look of the bay mare shames silliness out of me . 14 The wild gander leads his flock through the cool night , Ya - honk he says , and sounds it down to me like an ...
... never studied the gamut , yet trills pretty well to me , And the look of the bay mare shames silliness out of me . 14 The wild gander leads his flock through the cool night , Ya - honk he says , and sounds it down to me like an ...
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... never sleep any more as he did in the cot in his mother's bed - room ; ) The jour printer with gray head and gaunt jaws works at his case , He turns his quid of tobacco while his eyes blurr with the manu- script ; The malform'd limbs ...
... never sleep any more as he did in the cot in his mother's bed - room ; ) The jour printer with gray head and gaunt jaws works at his case , He turns his quid of tobacco while his eyes blurr with the manu- script ; The malform'd limbs ...
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America amid arms beautiful behold blood body breast breath Brooklyn chant comrades crowd dark dead dear death debouch divine dream dropt drums earth eidolons eyes face faith fill'd forever give globe grass hand head hear heart heroes immortal Journeyers Kanada land leaves Leaves of Grass light living LONG AMERICA look look'd lovers Manhattan moon mother never night o'er old cause pass pass'd Passage to India passions past peace pennant perfect perfume persons phrenology Pioneers poems poets prairies race rest rise river round sail shape ship shore silent silent sun sing skald sleep soldiers song soul sound spirit stand stars Strains musical strong superbest sweet thee things thou thought to-day trees vast voice wait walk Walt Whitman waves wending whoever winds woman women wonderful woods words young
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Sivu 80 - Do I contradict myself? Very well then I contradict myself, (I am large, I contain multitudes.) I concentrate toward them that are nigh, I wait on the door-slab.
Sivu 31 - I CELEBRATE myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
Sivu 257 - WHEN lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd, And the great star early droop'd in the western sky in the night, I mourn'd, and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring.
Sivu 35 - A child said What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands, How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more than he. I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven.
Sivu 50 - I speak the pass-word primeval, I give the sign of democracy, By God! I will accept nothing which all cannot have their counterpart of on the same terms.
Sivu 264 - O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
Sivu 216 - WHEN I heard the learn'd astronomer, When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me. When I was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them, When I sitting heard the astronomer where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room, How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick, Till rising and gliding out I wander'd off by myself, In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time, Look'd up in perfect silence at the stars.
Sivu 198 - Up from the mystic play of shadows twining and twisting as if they were alive, Out from the patches of briers and blackberries, From the memories of the bird that chanted to me, From your memories sad brother, from the fitful risings...
Sivu 203 - O solitary me listening, never more shall I cease perpetuating you, Never more shall I escape, never more the reverberations, Never more the cries of unsatisfied love be absent from me, Never again leave me to be the peaceful child I was before what there in the night, By the sea under the yellow and sagging moon, The messenger there arous'd, the fire, the sweet hell within, The unknown want, the destiny of me.
Sivu 258 - Amid the grass in the fields each side of the lanes, passing the endless grass, Passing the yellow-spear'd wheat, every grain from its shroud in the dark-brown fields uprisen, Passing the apple-tree blows of white and pink in the orchards, Carrying a corpse to where it shall rest in the grave, Night and day journeys a coffin.