Selections from the Prose and Poetry of Walt WhitmanSmall, Maynard, 1898 - Всего страниц: 257 |
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... America's Characteristic Landscape Mississippi Valley Literature 3393 34 35 37 38 39 Gathering the Corn 39 41 An ... American Points of View Edgar Poe's Significance After Trying a Certain Book 48 49 51 • 59 61 61 62 63 Last Saved ...
... America's Characteristic Landscape Mississippi Valley Literature 3393 34 35 37 38 39 Gathering the Corn 39 41 An ... American Points of View Edgar Poe's Significance After Trying a Certain Book 48 49 51 • 59 61 61 62 63 Last Saved ...
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... American Institute , New York . The fifth edition of Leaves of Grass was also issued in 1871. In 1872 he delivered As a Strong Bird on Pinions Free at the Commencement of Dartmouth * He was called Walt to distinguish him from his father ...
... American Institute , New York . The fifth edition of Leaves of Grass was also issued in 1871. In 1872 he delivered As a Strong Bird on Pinions Free at the Commencement of Dartmouth * He was called Walt to distinguish him from his father ...
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... America and of the world . " It is better perhaps to conceive of Whitman not so much as a separate person as the representative of a cosmic instinct and tendency . V Nevertheless , the incarnated form and soul have to be consid- ered ...
... America and of the world . " It is better perhaps to conceive of Whitman not so much as a separate person as the representative of a cosmic instinct and tendency . V Nevertheless , the incarnated form and soul have to be consid- ered ...
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... American type . He had the splendid health of the Netherland- ers , their blond face , tinged with rose , gentle eyes , and flaxen hair , which turned to white at thirty . As evidences of Dutch origin , William Sloane Kennedy points to ...
... American type . He had the splendid health of the Netherland- ers , their blond face , tinged with rose , gentle eyes , and flaxen hair , which turned to white at thirty . As evidences of Dutch origin , William Sloane Kennedy points to ...
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... America . And the bay men a strong , wild , peculiar race — now extinct , or rather wholly changed . And the beach outside the sandy bars , with their old historic wrecks and storms -the weird white - gray beach not without its tales of ...
... America . And the bay men a strong , wild , peculiar race — now extinct , or rather wholly changed . And the beach outside the sandy bars , with their old historic wrecks and storms -the weird white - gray beach not without its tales of ...
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American amid Anne Gilchrist beauty Behold bird body breath chant clouds comrades curious dark dead dear death Democracy divine dream earth Elias Hicks eternal eyes face faith forever give globe gray greatest poet ground hand hear heart heaven Hegel horses hour human immortal J. A. Symonds Journeyers land laws Leaves of Grass light living look moon mother Nature never night ocean pass pass'd Passage to India passion perfect person Peter Doyle poems poet poetry prairies race rest Richard Maurice Bucke rising Roden Noël sail ship shore silent sing soldiers song soothe soul Specimen Days spirit stand stars strong sweet T. W. Rolleston tears thee thine things thou thought to-day trees vast voice wait walk Walt Whitman waves wild wind woman women woods word young
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Стр. 105 - How you settled your head athwart my hips and gently turn'd over upon me, And parted the shirt from my bosom-bone, and plunged your tongue to my bare-stript heart, And reach'd till you felt my beard, and reach'd till you held my feet. Swiftly arose and spread around me the peace and knowledge that pass all the argument of the earth...
Стр. 110 - I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journeywork of the stars, And the pismire is equally perfect, and a grain of sand, and the egg of the wren, And the tree-toad is a...
Стр. 184 - O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN! O CAPTAIN ! my Captain ! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weathered 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.
Стр. 118 - I have said that the soul is not more than the body, And I have said that the body is not more than the soul, And nothing, not God, is greater to one than one's self is, And whoever walks a furlong without sympathy walks to his own funeral drest in his shroud...
Стр. 182 - Come lovely and soothing death, Undulate round the world, serenely arriving, arriving, In the day, in the night, to all, to each, Sooner or later delicate death. Prais'd be the fathomless universe, For life and joy, and for objects and knowledge curious, And for love, sweet love — but praise! praise! praise! For the sure-enwinding arms of cool-enfolding death.
Стр. 156 - Loud! loud! loud! Loud I call to you, my love! High and clear I shoot my voice over the waves, Surely you must know who is here, is here, You must know who I am, my love.
Стр. 104 - I celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
Стр. 180 - Limitless out of the dusk, out of the cedars and pines. Sing on dearest brother, warble your reedy song, Loud human song, with voice of uttermost woe.
Стр. 182 - From me to thee glad serenades, Dances for thee I propose saluting thee, adornments and feastings for thee, And the sights of the open landscape and the high-spread sky are fitting, And life and the fields, and the huge and thoughtful night...
Стр. xxix - Swiftly arose and spread around me the peace and knowledge that pass all the argument of the earth, And I know that the hand of God is the promise of my own, And I know that the spirit of God is the brother of my own, And that all men ever born are also my brothers, and the women my sisters and lovers, And that a kelson of the creation is love...