Leaves of GrassG.P. Putnam's Sons, 1897 - Всего страниц: 446 |
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... FACE . I SAW IN Louisiana a Live - Oak Growing TO A STRANGER . · THIS MOMENT YEARNING AND THOUGHTFUL I HEAR IT WAS CHARGED AGAINST ME . THE PRAIRIE - GRASS DIVIDING • WHEN I PERUSE THE CONQUER'D Fame WE TWO BOYS TOGETHER CLINGING A ...
... FACE . I SAW IN Louisiana a Live - Oak Growing TO A STRANGER . · THIS MOMENT YEARNING AND THOUGHTFUL I HEAR IT WAS CHARGED AGAINST ME . THE PRAIRIE - GRASS DIVIDING • WHEN I PERUSE THE CONQUER'D Fame WE TWO BOYS TOGETHER CLINGING A ...
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... face , Leaving it to you to prove and define it , Expecting the main things from you . TO YOU . STRANGER , if you passing meet me and desire to speak to me , why should you not speak to me ? And why should I not speak to you ? THOU ...
... face , Leaving it to you to prove and define it , Expecting the main things from you . TO YOU . STRANGER , if you passing meet me and desire to speak to me , why should you not speak to me ? And why should I not speak to you ? THOU ...
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... its part and passing on in its turn , With faces turn'd sideways or backward towards me to listen , With eyes retrospective towards me . 3 M Americanos ! conquerors ! marches humanitarian ! Foremost STARTING FROM PAUMANOK . 19.
... its part and passing on in its turn , With faces turn'd sideways or backward towards me to listen , With eyes retrospective towards me . 3 M Americanos ! conquerors ! marches humanitarian ! Foremost STARTING FROM PAUMANOK . 19.
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... murmur of yearning , This the far - off depth and height reflecting my own face , This the thoughtful merge of myself , and the outlet again . Do you guess I have some intricate purpose ? Well SONG OF Myself . 43 17 17 17 17 18 18 18 18.
... murmur of yearning , This the far - off depth and height reflecting my own face , This the thoughtful merge of myself , and the outlet again . Do you guess I have some intricate purpose ? Well SONG OF Myself . 43 17 17 17 17 18 18 18 18.
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... face it shall be you ! You sweaty brooks and dews it shall be you ! Winds whose soft - tickling genitals rub against me it shall be you ! Broad muscular fields , branches of live oak , loving lounger in my winding paths , it shall be ...
... face it shall be you ! You sweaty brooks and dews it shall be you ! Winds whose soft - tickling genitals rub against me it shall be you ! Broad muscular fields , branches of live oak , loving lounger in my winding paths , it shall be ...
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Leaves of Grass: Including Sands at Seventy ... Ist Annex, Good-Bye My Fancy ... Whitman Полный просмотр - 1892 |
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Стр. 76 - 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 doorslab.
Стр. 258 - 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. 198 - With this just-sustain' d note I announce myself to you, This gentle call is for you my love, for you. Do not be decoy' d elsewhere, That is the whistle of the wind, it is not my voice^ That is the fluttering, the fluttering of the spray, Those are the shadows of leaves. O darkness ! O in vain ! OI am very sick and sorrowful.
Стр. 31 - Bearing the owner's name someway in the corners, that we may see and remark, and say Whose? Or I guess the grass is itself a child, the produced babe of the vegetation. Or I guess it is a uniform hieroglyphic, And it means, Sprouting alike in broad zones and narrow zones, Growing among black folks as among white, Kanuck, Tuckahoe, Congressman, Cuff, I give them the same, I receive them the same. And now it seems to me the beautiful uncut hair of graves.
Стр. 257 - 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. 253 - 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.
Стр. 196 - The solitary guest from Alabama. Blow! blow! blow! Blow up, sea-winds, along Paumanok's shore! I wait and I wait, till you blow my mate to me.
Стр. 69 - 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. 72 - 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 filCd and satisfied then ? And my spirit said No, we but level that lift to pass and continue beyond.
Стр. 46 - Whoever degrades another degrades me, And whatever is done or said returns at last to me. Through me the afflatus surging and surging, through me the current and index.