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" Loafe with me on the grass, loose the stop from your throat, Not words, not music or rhyme I want, not custom or lecture, not even the best, Only the lull I like, the hum of your valved voice. "
The Canadian Journal of Industry, Science and Art - Стр. 542
1856
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Leaves of Grass

Walt Whitman - 1883 - Страниц: 404
...you my soul, the other I am must not abase itself to you, And you must not be abased to the other. Loafe with me on the grass, loose the stop from your...Only the lull I like, the hum of your valved voice. I mind how once we lay such a transparent summer morning, How you settled your head athwart my hips and...
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New England Magazine: An Illustrated Monthly, Том 20

1899 - Страниц: 870
...self to speak, to express itself. "Not words," he says, "not music or rhyme I want, not custom nor lecture, not even the best — only the lull I like, the hum of your valued voice." He was not as particular as his critics have been ; all he asked was that the cosmic...
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The North American Review, Том 138

1884 - Страниц: 662
...the average intellect ? Then he announces to his soul that he believes in it, and goes on to chant: " Loafe with me on the grass, loose the stop from your throat," etc. Naturally, one would infer that he was still addressing his soul. If so, he becomes ridiculous...
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Taliesin: A Masque, Том 1

Richard Hovey - 1896 - Страниц: 236
...gives it a feminine form, thus conveying the idea that the conceptions are similar but not identical. " Loafe with me on the grass, loose the stop from your...Only the lull I like, the hum of your valved voice." He then recalls how once he lay on the grass, such a transparent summer morning, when this power first...
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Leaves of Grass

Walt Whitman - 1897 - Страниц: 474
...you my soul, the other I am must not abase itself to you, And you must not be abased to the other. Loafe with me on the grass, loose the stop from your...Only the lull I like, the hum of your valved voice. I mind how once we lay such a transparent summer morning, How you settled your head athwart my hips and...
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Leaves of Grass: Including Sands at Seventy, Good Bye My Fancy, Old Age ...

Walt Whitman - 1897 - Страниц: 500
...soul, the other I am must not abase itself to you. And you must not be abased to the other. Ixiafe with me on the grass, loose the stop from your throat,...even the best, Only the lull I like, the hum of your varved voice. I mind how once we lay such a transparent summer morning, I low you settled your head...
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Leaves of Grass: Including Sands at Seventy, Good-bye My Fancy, Old Age ...

Walt Whitman - 1897 - Страниц: 484
...soul, the other I am must not abase itself to you. And you must not be alwsed to the other. Ixiafe with me on the grass, loose the stop from your throat,...rhyme I want, not custom or lecture, not even the Ixrst, Only the lull I like, the hum of your valved voice. I mind how once we lay such a transparent...
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Leaves of Grass

Walt Whitman - 1897 - Страниц: 462
...in you my soul, the otforrfam must not abase itself to you, And you must not be abased to the other. Loafe with me on the grass, loose the stop from your throat, Not words, not music or rKyme I want, not custom or lecture, not even the best, Only the lull I like, the hum of your valved...
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Selections from the Prose and Poetry of Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman - 1898 - Страниц: 320
...you my soul, the other I am must not abase itself to you, And you must not be abased to the other. Loafe with me on the grass, loose the stop from your...Only the lull I like, the hum of your valved voice. I mind how once we lay such a transparent summer morning;, O* How you settled your head athwart my hips...
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Selections from the Prose and Poetry of Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman - 1898 - Страниц: 322
...you my soul, the other I am must not abase itself to you, And you must not be abased to the other. Loafe with me on the grass, loose the stop from your...Not words, not music or rhyme I want, not custom or I mind how once we lay such a transparent summer morning, How you settled your head athwart my hips...
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