Leaves of GrassD. McKay, 1883 - Всего страниц: 382 |
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... tell you with courageous clear voice to prove you illustrious , And I will show that there is no imperfection in the present , and can be none in the future , And I will show that whatever happens to anybody it may be turn'd to ...
... tell you with courageous clear voice to prove you illustrious , And I will show that there is no imperfection in the present , and can be none in the future , And I will show that whatever happens to anybody it may be turn'd to ...
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... tell things in confidence , I might not tell everybody , but I will tell you . 20 Who goes there ? hankering , gross , mystical , nude ; How is it I extract strength from the beef I eat ? What is a man anyhow ? what am I ? what are you ...
... tell things in confidence , I might not tell everybody , but I will tell you . 20 Who goes there ? hankering , gross , mystical , nude ; How is it I extract strength from the beef I eat ? What is a man anyhow ? what am I ? what are you ...
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... tell how my ankles bend , nor whence the cause of my faintest wish , Nor the cause of the friendship I emit , nor the cause of the friend- ship I take again . That I walk up my stoop , I pause to consider if it really be , A morning ...
... tell how my ankles bend , nor whence the cause of my faintest wish , Nor the cause of the friendship I emit , nor the cause of the friend- ship I take again . That I walk up my stoop , I pause to consider if it really be , A morning ...
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... tell of my fort's bombardment , I am there again . Again the long roll of the drummers , Again the attacking cannon , mortars , Again to my listening ears the cannon responsive . I take part , I see and hear the whole , The cries ...
... tell of my fort's bombardment , I am there again . Again the long roll of the drummers , Again the attacking cannon , mortars , Again to my listening ears the cannon responsive . I take part , I see and hear the whole , The cries ...
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... tell what I knew in Texas in my early youth , ( I tell not the fall of Alamo , Not one escaped to tell the fall of Alamo , The hundred and fifty are dumb yet at Alamo , ) ' Tis the tale of the murder in cold blood of four hundred and ...
... tell what I knew in Texas in my early youth , ( I tell not the fall of Alamo , Not one escaped to tell the fall of Alamo , The hundred and fifty are dumb yet at Alamo , ) ' Tis the tale of the murder in cold blood of four hundred and ...
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Стр. 68 - 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 door-slab.
Стр. 67 - And as to you, Corpse, I think you are good manure, but that does not offend me, I smell the white roses sweet-scented and growing, I reach to the leafy lips, I reach to the polish'd breasts of melons.
Стр. 19 - I celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you. I loafe and invite my soul, I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
Стр. 246 - The hermit withdrawn to himself, avoiding the settlements, Sings by himself a song. Song of the bleeding throat, Death's outlet song of life, (for well, dear brother, I know, If thou wast not granted to sing, thou woulds't surely die).
Стр. 23 - 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. 186 - Ninth-month midnight, Over the sterile sands and the fields beyond, where the child leaving his bed wander'd alone, bareheaded, barefoot, Down from the shower'd halo, ' Up from the mystic play of shadows twining and twisting as if they were alive, Out from the patches of briers and blackberries, From the memories of the bird that chanted to me, From your memories sad brother, from the fitful risings and fallings I heard, From under that yellow half-moon late-risen and swollen as if with tears, From...
Стр. 50 - Agonies are one of my changes of garments, I do not ask the wounded person how he feels, I myself become the wounded person, My hurts turn livid upon me as I lean on a cane and observe.
Стр. 250 - Then with the knowledge of death as walking one side of me, And the thought of death close-walking the other side of me, And I in the middle, as with companions, and as holding the hands of companions, I fled forth to the hiding receiving night, that talks not, Down to the shores of the water, the path by the swamp in the dimness, To the solemn shadowy cedars, and ghostly pines so still.
Стр. 246 - In the dooryard fronting an old farm-house near the whitewash'd palings, Stands the lilac-bush tall-growing with heart-shaped leaves of rich green, With many a pointed blossom rising delicate, with the perfume strong I love, With every leaf a miracle — and from this bush in the dooryard, With delicate-color'd blossoms and heart-shaped leaves of rich green, A sprig with its flower I break.