PoemsJohn Camden Hotten, Piccadilly, 1868 - Всего страниц: 403 |
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... body , called its members , organs , and viscera . Thus the corporeal part of man is that in which heaven ultimately closes , and upon which , as on its base , it rests . SWEDENBORG . Yes , truly , it is a great thing for a nation that ...
... body , called its members , organs , and viscera . Thus the corporeal part of man is that in which heaven ultimately closes , and upon which , as on its base , it rests . SWEDENBORG . Yes , truly , it is a great thing for a nation that ...
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... body as its infallible asso- ciate and vehicle in the present frame of things . Neither does he drift into fatalism or indifferentism ; the energy of his temperament , and ever - fresh sympathy with national and other developments ...
... body as its infallible asso- ciate and vehicle in the present frame of things . Neither does he drift into fatalism or indifferentism ; the energy of his temperament , and ever - fresh sympathy with national and other developments ...
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... body ; he finds that body plays an extremely prominent and determining part in whatever he and other mundane dwellers have cognizance of ; he perceives this to be the necessary condition of things , and therefore , as he fully and ...
... body ; he finds that body plays an extremely prominent and determining part in whatever he and other mundane dwellers have cognizance of ; he perceives this to be the necessary condition of things , and therefore , as he fully and ...
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... body . The poet shall not spend his time in unneeded work . He shall know that the ground is always ready ploughed and manured : others may not know it , but he shall . He shall go directly to the creation . His trust shall master the ...
... body . The poet shall not spend his time in unneeded work . He shall know that the ground is always ready ploughed and manured : others may not know it , but he shall . He shall go directly to the creation . His trust shall master the ...
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... stronger wealth of himself . The American bard shall delineate no class of persons , nor one or two out of the strata of interests , nor love most nor truth most , nor the soul most nor the body PREFACE TO LEAVES OF GRASS . 45.
... stronger wealth of himself . The American bard shall delineate no class of persons , nor one or two out of the strata of interests , nor love most nor truth most , nor the soul most nor the body PREFACE TO LEAVES OF GRASS . 45.
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Стр. 308 - Come lovely and soothing death, Undulate round the world, serenely arriving, arriving, In the day, in the night, to all, to each, Sooner or later delicate death. Praised be the fathomless universe, For life and joy, and for objects and knowledge curious, And for love, sweet love — but praise! praise! praise! For the sure-enwinding arms of cool-enfolding death.
Стр. 311 - O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells: Rise up! for you the flag is flung — for you the bugle trills, For you bouquets and ribboned wreaths — for you the shores a-crowding; For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning. Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck You've fallen cold and dead.
Стр. 311 - 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. O Captain! my Captain!
Стр. 312 - My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will...
Стр. 234 - RECONCILIATION WORD over all, beautiful as the sky, Beautiful that war and all its deeds of carnage must in time be utterly lost, That the hands of the sisters Death and Night incessantly softly wash again, and ever again, this soil'd world; For my enemy is dead, a man divine as myself is dead, I look where he lies white-faced and still in the coffin — I draw near, Bend down and touch lightly with my lips the white face in the coffin.
Стр. 309 - Dark mother always gliding near with soft feet, Have none chanted for thee a chant of fullest welcome? 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...
Стр. 239 - 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. 302 - With the tolling tolling bells' perpetual clang, Here, coffin that slowly passes, I give you my sprig of lilac. (Nor for you, for one alone, Blossoms and branches green to coffins all I bring, For fresh as the morning, thus would I chant a song for you O sane and sacred death. All over bouquets of roses...
Стр. 241 - The doubts of day-time and the doubts of night-time, the curious whether and how, Whether that which appears so is so, or is it all flashes and specks...
Стр. 300 - In the swamp in secluded recesses, A shy and hidden bird is warbling a song. Solitary the thrush, 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 would'st surely die...