Leaves of GrassG.P. Putnam's Sons, 1897 - Всего страниц: 446 |
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... rest as light for all and entrance - song of all , That of eidolons . Ever the dim beginning , Ever the growth , the rounding of the circle , Ever the summit and the merge at last , ( to surely start again , ) Eidolons ! eidolons ! Ever ...
... rest as light for all and entrance - song of all , That of eidolons . Ever the dim beginning , Ever the growth , the rounding of the circle , Ever the summit and the merge at last , ( to surely start again , ) Eidolons ! eidolons ! Ever ...
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... rest nor felt by the intellect , But you ye untold latencies will thrill to every page . POETS TO COME . POETS to come ! orators , INSCRIPTIONS . 17 WHAT PLACE IS BESIEGED? STILL THOUGH THE ONE I SING SHUT NOT YOUR DOORS.
... rest nor felt by the intellect , But you ye untold latencies will thrill to every page . POETS TO COME . POETS to come ! orators , INSCRIPTIONS . 17 WHAT PLACE IS BESIEGED? STILL THOUGH THE ONE I SING SHUT NOT YOUR DOORS.
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... rest . I am satisfied - I see , dance , laugh , sing ; As the hugging and loving bed - fellow sleeps at my side through the night , and withdraws at the peep of the day with stealthy tread , Leaving me baskets cover'd with white towels ...
... rest . I am satisfied - I see , dance , laugh , sing ; As the hugging and loving bed - fellow sleeps at my side through the night , and withdraws at the peep of the day with stealthy tread , Leaving me baskets cover'd with white towels ...
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... rest , Looking with side - curved head curious what will come next , Both in and out of the game and watching and wondering at it . Backward I see in my own days where I sweated through fog with linguists and contenders , I have no ...
... rest , Looking with side - curved head curious what will come next , Both in and out of the game and watching and wondering at it . Backward I see in my own days where I sweated through fog with linguists and contenders , I have no ...
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... rest did not see her , but she saw them and loved them . The beards of the young men glisten'd with wet , it ran from their long hair , Little streams pass'd all over their bodies . An unseen hand also pass'd over their bodies , It ...
... rest did not see her , but she saw them and loved them . The beards of the young men glisten'd with wet , it ran from their long hair , Little streams pass'd all over their bodies . An unseen hand also pass'd over their bodies , It ...
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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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America amid arms bards beautiful behold blood body breast breath Brooklyn calm chant comrades crowd dark dead dear death debouch divine dream dropt earth eidolons eyes face fill'd forever give globe grass hand head hear heart heroes immortal Journeyers Kanada land leaves Leaves of Grass light lips 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 persons phrenology Pioneers poems poet 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 sweet thee things thou thought to-day trees true song vast voice wait walk Walt Whitman waves wending whoever winds woman women woods words young
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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.