Selections from the Prose and Poetry of Walt WhitmanSmall, Maynard & Company, 1898 - Всего страниц: 257 |
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... space . Now of all these not a vestige left ; all had been pulled down , erased , and the plough and harrow passed over foundations , road - spaces and every- thing for many summers ; fenced in at present , and grain and clover growing ...
... space . Now of all these not a vestige left ; all had been pulled down , erased , and the plough and harrow passed over foundations , road - spaces and every- thing for many summers ; fenced in at present , and grain and clover growing ...
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... hornet , honey - bee or bumble ( they hover near my hands or face , yet annoy me not , nor I them , as they appear to examine , find nothing , ___ - and away they go ) —the vast space SPECIMEN DAYS 5 A July Afternoon by the Pond.
... hornet , honey - bee or bumble ( they hover near my hands or face , yet annoy me not , nor I them , as they appear to examine , find nothing , ___ - and away they go ) —the vast space SPECIMEN DAYS 5 A July Afternoon by the Pond.
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... space of the sky overhead so clear , and the buzzard up there sailing his slow whirl in majestic spirals and discs ; just over the surface of the pond , two large slate - color'd dragon - flies , with wings of lace , circling and ...
... space of the sky overhead so clear , and the buzzard up there sailing his slow whirl in majestic spirals and discs ; just over the surface of the pond , two large slate - color'd dragon - flies , with wings of lace , circling and ...
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... space and time— now once definitely indicated , if never again . The untold pointed at the heavens all paved with it . The Milky Way , as if some superhuman symphony , some ode of universal vagueness , disdaining syllable and sound -a ...
... space and time— now once definitely indicated , if never again . The untold pointed at the heavens all paved with it . The Milky Way , as if some superhuman symphony , some ode of universal vagueness , disdaining syllable and sound -a ...
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... spaces are swept over , burning the dead also - some of the men have their hair and beards singed - some , burns on their faces and hands others holes burnt in their clothing . The flashes of fire from the cannon , the quick flaring ...
... spaces are swept over , burning the dead also - some of the men have their hair and beards singed - some , burns on their faces and hands others holes burnt in their clothing . The flashes of fire from the cannon , the quick flaring ...
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American amid Anne Gilchrist beauty Behold bird body breath Brooklyn chant clouds comrades curious dark dead dear death Democracy divine earth Elias Hicks eternal eyes face Fitz-James O'Brien give globe greatest poet ground hand hear heart heaven horses hour human immortal J. A. Symonds Journeyers land laws Leaves of Grass light living Long Island look moon mother Nature never night ocean palpable pass pass'd Passage to India passion perfect perhaps person poems poet poetry prairies Quaker race rest Richard Maurice Bucke rising sail scene ship shore side silent sing soldiers song soothing soul Specimen Days spirit stand stars strong sweet T. W. Rolleston tears thee thine things thou thought to-day trees vast voice wait walk WALT WHITMAN wild wind woman women woods word young
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Стр. 185 - O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN ! O CAPTAIN ! my Captain ! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd 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. 176 - 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. 109 - 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. 182 - And the charm of the carol rapt me, As I held as if by their hands my comrades in the night, And the voice of my spirit tallied the song of the bird.
Стр. 118 - I have said that the soul is not more than the body, And I have said that the body is not more than the soul, And nothing, not God, is greater to one than one's self is, And whoever walks a furlong without sympathy walks to his own funeral drest in his shroud...
Стр. 104 - 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,fhy ease observing a spear of summer grass.
Стр. 155 - Cautiously peering, absorbing, translating. Shine! shine! shine! Pour down your warmth, great sun! While we bask, we two together. Two together! Winds blow south, or winds blow north, Day come white, or night come black, Home, or rivers and mountains from home, Singing all time, minding no time, While we two keep together.
Стр. 119 - Why should I wish to see God better than this day? I see something of God each hour of the twenty-four, and each moment then, In the faces of men and women I see God, and in my own face in the glass...
Стр. xxix - Swiftly arose and spread around me the peace and knowledge that pass all the argument of the earth, And I know that the hand of God is the promise of my own, And I know that the spirit of God is the brother of my own, And that all men ever born are also my brothers, and the women my sisters and lovers, And that a kelson of the creation is love...
Стр. 117 - I have no chair, no church, no philosophy, I lead no man to a dinner-table, library, exchange, But each man and each woman of you I lead upon a knoll, My left hand hooking you round the waist, My right hand pointing to landscapes of continents and the public road. Not I, not any one else can travel that road for you, You must travel it for yourself.