PoemsJohn Camden Hotten, Piccadilly, 1868 - Всего страниц: 403 |
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... saw stretched upon his back , and gazing up straight at the terrible sun , the man I was seeking . With his grey * In the Fortnightly Review , 15th October 1866 . clothing , his blue - grey shirt , his iron PREFATORY NOTICE . 15.
... saw stretched upon his back , and gazing up straight at the terrible sun , the man I was seeking . With his grey * In the Fortnightly Review , 15th October 1866 . clothing , his blue - grey shirt , his iron PREFATORY NOTICE . 15.
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Walt Whitman William Michael Rossetti. clothing , his blue - grey shirt , his iron - grey hair , his swart sunburnt face and bare neck , he lay upon the brown - and- white grass — for the sun had burnt away its greenness— and was so like ...
Walt Whitman William Michael Rossetti. clothing , his blue - grey shirt , his iron - grey hair , his swart sunburnt face and bare neck , he lay upon the brown - and- white grass — for the sun had burnt away its greenness— and was so like ...
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... clothing and meals , the melancholy prudence of the abandonment of such a great being as a man is to the toss and pallor of years of moneymaking , with all their scorching days and icy nights , and all their stifling deceits and ...
... clothing and meals , the melancholy prudence of the abandonment of such a great being as a man is to the toss and pallor of years of moneymaking , with all their scorching days and icy nights , and all their stifling deceits and ...
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... clothes , The pens of live pork , the killing - hammer , the hog - hook , the scalder's tub , gutting , the cutter's cleaver , the packer's maul , and the plenteous winter - work of pork - packing , Flour - works , grinding of wheat ...
... clothes , The pens of live pork , the killing - hammer , the hog - hook , the scalder's tub , gutting , the cutter's cleaver , the packer's maul , and the plenteous winter - work of pork - packing , Flour - works , grinding of wheat ...
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... cloth , lying there many centuries ; I look on the fallen Theban , the large - balled eyes , the side - drooping neck , the hands folded across the breast . I see the menials of the earth , labouring ; I see the prisoners in the prisons ...
... cloth , lying there many centuries ; I look on the fallen Theban , the large - balled eyes , the side - drooping neck , the hands folded across the breast . I see the menials of the earth , labouring ; I see the prisoners in the prisons ...
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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...