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" 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. "
Gems from Walt Whitman - Стр. 26
авторы: Walt Whitman - 1889 - Страниц: 58
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The Canadian Journal of Industry, Science and Art

1856 - Страниц: 602
...that a kelson of the Creation is love ; And limitless are leaves, stiff or drooping in the fields. A child said, what is the Grass? fetching it to me...guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven. Or I guess it is the handkerchief of the Lord, A scented gift and remembrancer...
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The Fortnightly Review, Том 6

1866 - Страниц: 908
...worm-fence, and heaped stones, alder, mullen, sod pokeweed. "A child said, ' Wliat it the grata ?' fetching it to me with full hands; How could I answer...know what it is any more than he. I guess it must bo the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven, Or I guess it is the handkerchief...
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Education, Том 49

1928 - Страниц: 694
...larger, better than I thought, I did not know I held so much ing reverence in : "A child said, what is How could I answer the child? I do not know what it...guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven. Or I guess it is the handkerchief of the Lord, A scented gift and remembrancer...
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The Californian, Том 2

1880 - Страниц: 604
...their plated manes." Here are some strange passages from Whitman in which strange mixtures occur : "A child said, What is the grass? — fetching it...to me with full hands. How could I answer the child ? 1 do not know What it is any more than he. I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of...
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Leaves of Grass

Walt Whitman - 1883 - Страниц: 404
...And mossy scabs of the worm fence, heap'd stones, elder, mullein and poke-weed. IA child said Wliat is the grass ? fetching it to me with full hands ;)...child? I do not know what it is any more than he. ' > „• \.V ,„ * I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven....
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The New England Magazine, Том 6;Том 12

1892 - Страниц: 848
...philosophy, and the justness of his taste in securing witching wordeffects, in naming his book for it. " A child said, What is the grass? fetching it to me...guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven Or I guess it is a uniform hieroglyphic, And it means sprouting alike in...
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The Poetry of the Future

James Wood Davidson - 1888 - Страниц: 188
...undisguised and naked ; I am mad for it to be in contact with me." " A child once said, What is the grass f fetching it to me with full hands ; How could I answer...guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven. Or I guess it is the handkerchief of the Lord, A scented gift and remembrancer,...
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A Library of American Literature...

Stedman, Edmund C. and Hutchinson Ellen M. - 1889 - Страниц: 656
...strike up for a New World. A FROM THE "SONG OP MYSELF." LEAVES OF GRASS. CHILD said What is tfa gras* ? fetching it to me with full hands; How could I answer...know what it is any more than he. I guess it must 1x3 the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven. Or I guess it is the handkerchief...
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The Magazine of Poetry and Literary Review, Том 1

Charles Wells Moulton - 1889 - Страниц: 536
...my soul, . I lean and loaf at my ease observing a spear of summer grass. — Song of Hfysc/f. GRASS. I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven. Or I guess it is the handkerchief of the Lord, A scented gift and remembrancer...
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The Magazine of Poetry and Literary Review, Том 1

1889 - Страниц: 532
...invite my soul, I lean and loaf at my ease observing a spear of summer grass. — Song of Myself. GRASS. I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven. Or I guess it is the handkerchief of the Lord, A scented gift and remembrancer...
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