Selections from the Prose and Poetry of Walt WhitmanSmall, Maynard, 1898 - Всего страниц: 257 |
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... living to the age of eighty . Between her and Walt existed a strong and exceptional attachment . The poet always spoke of her as " dear , dear mother " ; and of her and his sister Martha he said at the time of their death , in 1873 ...
... living to the age of eighty . Between her and Walt existed a strong and exceptional attachment . The poet always spoke of her as " dear , dear mother " ; and of her and his sister Martha he said at the time of their death , in 1873 ...
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... living . " Home ties , deep human sym- pathies , the democracy of the father , the intuition of the mother , the spirit of the simple Quaker homestead , the habit of commun- ion with nature , would tend to make him the poet of the Soul ...
... living . " Home ties , deep human sym- pathies , the democracy of the father , the intuition of the mother , the spirit of the simple Quaker homestead , the habit of commun- ion with nature , would tend to make him the poet of the Soul ...
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... living and to all else . When in 1873 he suffered paralysis and turned in his loneli- ness to record the doings of nature in and about Camden , it is im- possible not to see that observation and absorption of nature were habitual with ...
... living and to all else . When in 1873 he suffered paralysis and turned in his loneli- ness to record the doings of nature in and about Camden , it is im- possible not to see that observation and absorption of nature were habitual with ...
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... Living down in the country again . A wonderful conjunction of all that goes to make those sometime miracle - hours after sunset so near and yet so far . Perfect , or nearly perfect days , I notice , are not so very uncommon ; but the ...
... Living down in the country again . A wonderful conjunction of all that goes to make those sometime miracle - hours after sunset so near and yet so far . Perfect , or nearly perfect days , I notice , are not so very uncommon ; but the ...
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... living and enthusiastic sympathy with Nature ? " Perhaps indeed the efforts of the true poets , founders , religions , literatures , all ages , have been , and ever will be , our time and times to come , essentially the same -to bring ...
... living and enthusiastic sympathy with Nature ? " Perhaps indeed the efforts of the true poets , founders , religions , literatures , all ages , have been , and ever will be , our time and times to come , essentially the same -to bring ...
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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...