Walt Whitman: The Poet of the Wider SelfhoodC. H. Kerr, 1902 - Всего страниц: 145 |
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... faces of men and women I see God , and in my own face in the glass . And nothing - not God - is greater to one than one's self is . All the records of Zeus and Odin , of Brahma or Buddha do not bring humility to him . Whatever mankind ...
... faces of men and women I see God , and in my own face in the glass . And nothing - not God - is greater to one than one's self is . All the records of Zeus and Odin , of Brahma or Buddha do not bring humility to him . Whatever mankind ...
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... face I am cognizant of , are now looking faces I am not cognizant of -calm and actual faces . I do not doubt that interiors have their interiors and 48 Walt Whitman.
... face I am cognizant of , are now looking faces I am not cognizant of -calm and actual faces . I do not doubt that interiors have their interiors and 48 Walt Whitman.
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... reach of his extended hand and cheery call . The mockeries are not you ; Underneath them , and within them , I see you lurk ; I pursue you where none else has pursued you : The shaved face , the unsteady eye , the impure 58 Walt Whitman.
... reach of his extended hand and cheery call . The mockeries are not you ; Underneath them , and within them , I see you lurk ; I pursue you where none else has pursued you : The shaved face , the unsteady eye , the impure 58 Walt Whitman.
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The Poet of the Wider Selfhood Mila Tupper Maynard. The shaved face , the unsteady eye , the impure com- plexion ; if these balk others , they do not balk me ; The pert apparel , the deformed attitude , drunkenness , greed , premature ...
The Poet of the Wider Selfhood Mila Tupper Maynard. The shaved face , the unsteady eye , the impure com- plexion ; if these balk others , they do not balk me ; The pert apparel , the deformed attitude , drunkenness , greed , premature ...
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... face of the mother of many children ! Whist ! I am fully content . Behold a woman ! She looks out from her paper cap - her face is clearer and more beautiful than the sky . She sits in an arm chair under the shaded porch of the farm ...
... face of the mother of many children ! Whist ! I am fully content . Behold a woman ! She looks out from her paper cap - her face is clearer and more beautiful than the sky . She sits in an arm chair under the shaded porch of the farm ...
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Стр. 99 - There was a child went forth every day, And the first object he look'd upon, that object he became, And that object became part of him for the day or a certain part of the day, Or for many years or stretching cycles of years.
Стр. 84 - One world is aware and by far the largest to me, and that is myself, And whether I come to my own to-day or in ten thousand or ten million years, I can cheerfully take it now, or with equal cheerfulness I can wait.
Стр. 107 - With the tolling tolling bells' perpetual clang, Here, coffin that slowly passes, I give you my sprig of lilac. 7 (Nor for you, for one alone, Blossoms and branches green to coffins all I bring, For fresh as the morning, thus would I chant a song for you O sane and sacred death. All over bouquets of roses, O death, I cover you over with roses and early lilies...
Стр. 140 - COME my tan-faced children, Follow well in order, get your weapons ready, Have you your pistols? have you your sharp-edged axes? Pioneers! O pioneers! For we cannot tarry here, We must march my darlings, we must bear the brunt of danger, We the youthful sinewy races, all the rest on us depend, Pioneers!
Стр. 34 - Rise after rise bow the phantoms behind me, Afar down I see the huge first Nothing, I know I was even there, I waited unseen and always, and slept through the lethargic mist, And took my time, and took no hurt from the fetid carbon.
Стр. 135 - Come, I will make the continent indissoluble, I will make the most splendid race the sun ever shone upon, I will make divine magnetic lands, With the love of comrades, With the life-long love of comrades. I will plant companionship thick as trees along all the rivers of America, and along the shores of the great lakes, and all over the prairies, I will make inseparable cities with their arms about each other's necks, By the love of comrades, By the manly love of comrades.
Стр. 127 - tis not the Present only, The Past is also stored in thee, Thou holdest not the venture of thyself alone, not of the Western continent alone, Earth's resume entire floats on thy keel O ship, is steadied by thy spars, With thee Time voyages in trust, the antecedent nations sink or swim with thee, With all their ancient struggles, martyrs, heroes, epics, wars, thou bear'st the other continents, Theirs, theirs as much as thine, the destination-port triumphant ; Steer then with good strong hand and wary...
Стр. 116 - When liberty goes out of a place it is not the first to go, nor the second or third to go, It waits for all the rest to go, it is the last.
Стр. 68 - I am the poet of the woman the same as the man, And I say it is as great to be a woman as to be a man, And I say there is nothing greater than the mother of men.
Стр. 27 - This day before dawn I ascended a hill and look'd at the crowded heaven, And I said to my spirit When we become the enfolders of those orbs, and the pleasure and knowledge of every thing in them, shall we be fill'd and satisfied then? And my spirit said No, we but level that lift to pass and continue beyond.