Leaves of GrassDoubleday, Page, 1919 |
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... Sounds To the Sun - set Breeze Old Chants A Christmas Greeting . Sounds of the Winter A Twilight Song • · · When the Full - Grown Poet Came Osceola A Voice from Death • A Persian Lesson • 12 13 14 15 16 17 · 17 18 • 19 • 19 21 GOOD ...
... Sounds To the Sun - set Breeze Old Chants A Christmas Greeting . Sounds of the Winter A Twilight Song • · · When the Full - Grown Poet Came Osceola A Voice from Death • A Persian Lesson • 12 13 14 15 16 17 · 17 18 • 19 • 19 21 GOOD ...
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... sounds of rain and winds , calls as of birds and animals in the woods , syllabled to us for names , Okonee , Koosa , Ottawa , Monongahela , Sauk , Natchez , Chatta- hoochee , Kaqueta , Oronoco , Wabash , Miami , Saginaw , Chippewa ...
... sounds of rain and winds , calls as of birds and animals in the woods , syllabled to us for names , Okonee , Koosa , Ottawa , Monongahela , Sauk , Natchez , Chatta- hoochee , Kaqueta , Oronoco , Wabash , Miami , Saginaw , Chippewa ...
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... sound of the belch'd words of my voice loos'd to the eddies of the wind , A few light kisses , a few embraces , a reaching around of arms , The play of shine and shade on the trees as the supple boughs wag , The delight alone or in the ...
... sound of the belch'd words of my voice loos'd to the eddies of the wind , A few light kisses , a few embraces , a reaching around of arms , The play of shine and shade on the trees as the supple boughs wag , The delight alone or in the ...
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... sounds it down to me like an invitation , The pert may suppose it meaningless , but I listening close , Find its purpose and place up there toward the wintry sky . The sharp - hoof'd moose of the north , the cat on the house - sill ...
... sounds it down to me like an invitation , The pert may suppose it meaningless , but I listening close , Find its purpose and place up there toward the wintry sky . The sharp - hoof'd moose of the north , the cat on the house - sill ...
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... find no sweeter fat than sticks to my own bones . In all people I see myself , none more and not one a barley - corn less , And the good or bad I say of myself I say of them . I know I am solid and sound , To me [ 56 ] Leaves of Grass.
... find no sweeter fat than sticks to my own bones . In all people I see myself , none more and not one a barley - corn less , And the good or bad I say of myself I say of them . I know I am solid and sound , To me [ 56 ] Leaves of Grass.
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America amid arms beautiful behold blood body breast breath CALIFORNIA song chant clouds comrades crowd dark dead dear death divine Dropped in 1867 earth eidolons eyes face fill'd forever give grass hand head hear heart immortal Journeyers Kanada land leaves Leaves of Grass light Line Line 11 living long America look look'd lovers Manhattan moon mother mountains never night ocean old cause pass pass'd Passage to India past peace pennant perfect persons Pioneers poems poet prairies Present reading race reading in 1867 rest RICHARD MAURICE BUCKE rise river sail shape ship shore silent sing singers sleep soldiers song soul sound spirit stand stars strong sweet thee things thou thought to-day trees voice wait walk Walt Whitman waves whoever wild wind woman women woods words young
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Стр. 135 - There was a child went forth every day, And the first object he look'd upon, that object he became, And that object became part of him for the day or a certain part of the day, Or for many years or stretching cycles of years.
Стр. 94 - 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. 98 - 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. 99 - Limitless out of the dusk, out of the cedars and pines. Sing on dearest brother, warble your reedy song, Loud human song, with voice of uttermost woe.
Стр. 6 - 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...
Стр. 32 - WHEN I heard the learn'd astronomer, When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me, When I was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them, When I sitting heard the astronomer where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room, How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick, Till rising and gliding out I wander'd off by myself, In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time, Look'd up in perfect silence at the stars.
Стр. 39 - Or I guess it is the handkerchief of the Lord, A scented gift and remembrancer designedly dropt, Bearing the owner's name someway in the corners, that we may see and remark, and say Whose?
Стр. 97 - 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, As I...
Стр. 98 - Rise after rise bow the phantoms behind me, Afar down I see the huge first Nothing, I know I was even there, I waited unseen and always, and slept through the lethargic mist, And took my time, and took no hurt from the fetid carbon.
Стр. 181 - Now I see the secret of the making of the best persons, It is to grow in the open air and to eat and sleep with the earth.