Gems from Walt WhitmanD. McKay, 1889 - Всего страниц: 58 |
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... paradise , Back , back to wisdom's birth , to innocent intuitions , Again with fair creation . O my brave soul ! O farther farther sail ! Ibid . Stanza 7- O daring joy , but safe ! are they not GEMS FROM WALT WHITMAN . 15.
... paradise , Back , back to wisdom's birth , to innocent intuitions , Again with fair creation . O my brave soul ! O farther farther sail ! Ibid . Stanza 7- O daring joy , but safe ! are they not GEMS FROM WALT WHITMAN . 15.
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... Fair , able , beautiful , content , and loving , Complete in body and dilate in spirit , Be thou my God . O Death , ( for Life has served its turn , ) Opener and usher to the heavenly mansion , Be thou my God . GODS . Aught , aught of ...
... Fair , able , beautiful , content , and loving , Complete in body and dilate in spirit , Be thou my God . O Death , ( for Life has served its turn , ) Opener and usher to the heavenly mansion , Be thou my God . GODS . Aught , aught of ...
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... fair shape I viewing , worship , Or lustrous orb of sun or star by night , Be ye my Gods . Beckoning ahead O soul , when thou , the time achiev'd , The seas all cross'd , weather'd the capes , the voyage done , Surrounded , copest ...
... fair shape I viewing , worship , Or lustrous orb of sun or star by night , Be ye my Gods . Beckoning ahead O soul , when thou , the time achiev'd , The seas all cross'd , weather'd the capes , the voyage done , Surrounded , copest ...
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... fair house - that ruin ! That immortal house more than all the rows of dwellings ever built ! Or white - domed capitol with majestic figure surmounted , or all the old high - spired cathedrals , That little house alone more than them ...
... fair house - that ruin ! That immortal house more than all the rows of dwellings ever built ! Or white - domed capitol with majestic figure surmounted , or all the old high - spired cathedrals , That little house alone more than them ...
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... fair idea of what this war practically is , or what genuine America is and her character , " without some such experience as that which has come to him . He gives fine praise to the surgeons , nurses and soldiers— “ not a bit of ...
... fair idea of what this war practically is , or what genuine America is and her character , " without some such experience as that which has come to him . He gives fine praise to the surgeons , nurses and soldiers— “ not a bit of ...
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affectionate announce Ashes of Soldiers beautiful bivouac's fitful flame blackberry Blue Ontario's Shore breath Brooklyn CARNAGE ROSE PROPHETIC chant cheerful CITY DEAD-HOUSE close coffin cold and dead Comrade DAVID MCKAY dead soldiers divine ship sails earth and sea edition of Leaves Eidolons ELIZABETH PORTER GOULD eternal Fallen cold Falmouth farther sail fill'd give HEGEL holds thee hospital house-that Ibid immortality kiss Leaves of Grass lips Long Island miracle Mother with thy night pace the round Passage to India perfect Perfume permanent grandeur Pioneers Plato poet PORTALS ALSO DEATH Prairies PROPHETIC A VOICE ROAMING IN THOUGHT round world's promenade sails the divine senses and flesh shipmate sight silent sisters Socrates soldiers South Song soul Space and Death Specimen Days spirit Stanza 22 Stanza 44 stars Starting from Paumanok sweet tender thine thy Equal Brood universal Unnamed Lands UNTOLD WANT Walt Whitman wend wondrous ye my Gods
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Стр. 46 - I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work 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 chef-d'oeuvre for the highest, And the running blackberry would adorn the parlors of heaven, And the narrowest hinge in my hand puts to scorn all machinery, And the cow crunching with depress'd head surpasses any statue, And a mouse is miracle enough to stagger sextillions of infidels.
Стр. 27 - Earth of the vitreous pour of the full moon just tinged with blue! Earth of shine and dark mottling the tide of the river! Earth of the limpid gray of clouds brighter and clearer for my sake! Far-swooping elbow'd earth — rich apple-blossom'd earth ! Smile, for your lover comes.
Стр. 26 - A child said What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands, How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more than he. I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven.
Стр. 36 - O how shall I warble myself for the dead one there I loved? And how shall I deck my song for the large sweet soul that has gone? And what shall my perfume be for the grave of him I love?
Стр. 35 - 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. 50 - Now trumpeter for thy close, Vouchsafe a higher strain than any yet, Sing to my soul, renew its languishing faith and hope, Rouse up my slow belief, give me some vision of the future, Give me for once its prophecy and joy.
Стр. 27 - 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. 38 - Each is not for its own sake, I say the whole earth and all the stars in the sky are for religion's sake. I say no man has ever yet been half devout enough, None has ever yet adored or worship'd half enough, None has begun to think how divine he himself is, and how certain the future is.
Стр. 44 - 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. 51 - DAREST THOU NOW O SOUL DAREST thou now O soul, Walk out with me toward the unknown region, Where neither ground is for the feet nor any path to follow ? No map there, nor guide, Nor voice sounding, nor touch of human hand, Nor face with blooming flesh, nor lips, nor eyes, are in that land. I know it not O soul, Nor dost thou, all is a blank before us, All waits undream'd of in that region, that inaccessible land.