Leaves of Grass: Including Sands at Seventy, Good Bye My Fancy, Old Age Echoes, and A Backward Glance O'er Travel'd RoadsSmall, Maynard & Company, 1897 - Всего страниц: 455 |
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... DEATH INVISIBLY RETURN , OR , LONG , LONG HENCE , IN OTHER SPHERES , THERE TO SOME GROUP OF MATES THE CHANTS RESUMING , ( TALLYING EARTH'S SOIL , TREES , WINDS , TUMULTUOUS WAVES , ) EVER WITH PLEAS'D SMILE I MAY KEEP ON , EVER AND EVER ...
... DEATH INVISIBLY RETURN , OR , LONG , LONG HENCE , IN OTHER SPHERES , THERE TO SOME GROUP OF MATES THE CHANTS RESUMING , ( TALLYING EARTH'S SOIL , TREES , WINDS , TUMULTUOUS WAVES , ) EVER WITH PLEAS'D SMILE I MAY KEEP ON , EVER AND EVER ...
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... DEATH . DAREST THOU Now O SOUL WHISPERS OF HEAVENLY DEATH CHANTING The Square DEIFIC OF HIM I LOVE DAY AND NIGHT YET , YET , YE DOWNCAST HOURS AS IF A PHANTOM CARESS'D ME ASSURANCES QUICKSAND YEARS · THAT MUSIC ALWAYS ROUND ME WHAT SHIP ...
... DEATH . DAREST THOU Now O SOUL WHISPERS OF HEAVENLY DEATH CHANTING The Square DEIFIC OF HIM I LOVE DAY AND NIGHT YET , YET , YE DOWNCAST HOURS AS IF A PHANTOM CARESS'D ME ASSURANCES QUICKSAND YEARS · THAT MUSIC ALWAYS ROUND ME WHAT SHIP ...
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... DEATH . MY LEGACY . PENSIVE ON HER Dead Gazing CAMPS OF GREEN . THE SOBBING OF THE BELLS PORTALS AS THEY DRAW TO A CLOSE JOY , SHIPMATe , Joy . THE UNTOLD WANT THESE CAROLS Now FINALE TO THE SHORE SO LONG ! SANDS AT SEVENTY ( First ...
... DEATH . MY LEGACY . PENSIVE ON HER Dead Gazing CAMPS OF GREEN . THE SOBBING OF THE BELLS PORTALS AS THEY DRAW TO A CLOSE JOY , SHIPMATe , Joy . THE UNTOLD WANT THESE CAROLS Now FINALE TO THE SHORE SO LONG ! SANDS AT SEVENTY ( First ...
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... DEATH OF GENERAL GRANT 392 RED JACKET ( FROM ALOFT ) 392 WASHINGTON'S MONUMENT , FEBRUARY , 1885 393 BROADWAY OF THAT BLITHE THROAT OF THINE • • TO GET THE FINAL LILT OF SONGS OLD SALT KOSSABONE THE DEAD TENOR CONTINUITIES YONNONDIO ...
... DEATH OF GENERAL GRANT 392 RED JACKET ( FROM ALOFT ) 392 WASHINGTON'S MONUMENT , FEBRUARY , 1885 393 BROADWAY OF THAT BLITHE THROAT OF THINE • • TO GET THE FINAL LILT OF SONGS OLD SALT KOSSABONE THE DEAD TENOR CONTINUITIES YONNONDIO ...
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... DEATH'S 411 TO THE PENDING YEAR 412 SHAKSPERE - BACON'S CIPHER 412 LONG , LONG HENCE BRAVO , PARIS EXPOSITION INTERPOLATION SOUNDS TO THE SUNSET BREEZE OLD CHANTS A CHRISTMAS GREETING SOUNDS OF THE WINTER A TWILIGHT SONG OSCEOLA 412 412 ...
... DEATH'S 411 TO THE PENDING YEAR 412 SHAKSPERE - BACON'S CIPHER 412 LONG , LONG HENCE BRAVO , PARIS EXPOSITION INTERPOLATION SOUNDS TO THE SUNSET BREEZE OLD CHANTS A CHRISTMAS GREETING SOUNDS OF THE WINTER A TWILIGHT SONG OSCEOLA 412 412 ...
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Leaves of Grass: Including Sands at Seventy, Good Bye My Fancy, Old Age ... Walt Whitman Полный просмотр - 1899 |
Leaves of Grass: Including Sands at Seventy, Good-bye My Fancy, Old Age ... Walt Whitman Полный просмотр - 1897 |
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Стр. 254 - 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. O Captain! my Captain!
Стр. 28 - 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. 1 - One's-Self I sing, a simple separate person, Yet utter the word Democratic, the word En-Masse. Of physiology from top to toe I sing: Not physiognomy alone nor brain alone is worthy for the Muse; I say the Form complete is worthier far. The Female equally with the Male I sing. 5 Of Life immense in passion, pulse, and power, Cheerful, for freest action form'd under the laws divine, The Modern Man I sing.
Стр. 252 - Then I chant it for thee, I glorify thee above all, I bring thee a song that when thou must indeed come, come unfalteringly. Approach strong deliveress, When it is so, when thou hast taken them I joyously sing the dead, ; Lost in the loving floating ocean of thee, Laved in the flood of thy bliss O death.
Стр. 254 - O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN! 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. 27 - Out of the dimness opposite equals advance, always substance and increase, always sex, Always a knit of identity, always distinction, always a breed of life.
Стр. 247 - Ever-returning spring, trinity sure to me you bring, Lilac blooming perennial and drooping star in the west, And thought of him I love.
Стр. 249 - As the night advanced, and I saw on the rim of the west how full you were of woe, As I stood on the rising ground in the breeze in the cool transparent night...
Стр. 38 - 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. 41 - I believe in the flesh and the appetites, Seeing, hearing, feeling, are miracles, and each part and tag of me is a miracle.