Leaves of GrassM. Kennerley, 1897 - Всего страниц: 455 Copy is in a slip case, book has no covers. Inscribed "Transferred to the dear Graingers, in deep appreciation, from their friend Edith Simonds, April 1915, New York." |
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... HAND -FOR YOU O DEMOCRACY THESE I SINGING IN SPRING • NOT HEAVING FROM MY RIBB'D BREAST ONLY OF THE TERRIBLE DOUBT ... HAND IN HAND EARTH MY LIKENESS • I DREAM'D IN A DREAM WHAT THINK YOU I TAKE MY PEN IN HAND ? TO THE EAST AND TO THE ...
... HAND -FOR YOU O DEMOCRACY THESE I SINGING IN SPRING • NOT HEAVING FROM MY RIBB'D BREAST ONLY OF THE TERRIBLE DOUBT ... HAND IN HAND EARTH MY LIKENESS • I DREAM'D IN A DREAM WHAT THINK YOU I TAKE MY PEN IN HAND ? TO THE EAST AND TO THE ...
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... HAND - MIRROR GODS 207 207 208 209 209 211 213 213 214 214 214 214 215 215 215 216 216 216 216 217 217 217 217 217 217 317 218 218 218 218 218 218 218 219 221 222 222 223 228 GERMS . THOUGHTS WHEN I HEARD THE LEARN'D ASTRONOMER ...
... HAND - MIRROR GODS 207 207 208 209 209 211 213 213 214 214 214 214 215 215 215 216 216 216 216 217 217 217 217 217 217 317 218 218 218 218 218 218 218 219 221 222 222 223 228 GERMS . THOUGHTS WHEN I HEARD THE LEARN'D ASTRONOMER ...
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... hand singing on the steamboat deck , The shoemaker singing as he sits on his bench , the hatter singing as he stands , The wood - cutter's song , the ploughboy's on his way in the morn- ing , or at noon intermission or at sundown , The ...
... hand singing on the steamboat deck , The shoemaker singing as he sits on his bench , the hatter singing as he stands , The wood - cutter's song , the ploughboy's on his way in the morn- ing , or at noon intermission or at sundown , The ...
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... hand inflating his throat and joyfully singing . And while I paus'd it came to me that what he really sang for was not there only , Nor for his mate nor himself only , nor all sent back by the echoes , But subtle , clandestine , away ...
... hand inflating his throat and joyfully singing . And while I paus'd it came to me that what he really sang for was not there only , Nor for his mate nor himself only , nor all sent back by the echoes , But subtle , clandestine , away ...
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... hands of the corpse - cleaners and pass to fitting spheres , Carrying what has accrued to it from the moment of birth to the moment of death . Not ... hand ? S Eur 12 Toward the male of the States , and toward the STARTING FROM PAUMANOK . 25.
... hands of the corpse - cleaners and pass to fitting spheres , Carrying what has accrued to it from the moment of birth to the moment of death . Not ... hand ? S Eur 12 Toward the male of the States , and toward the STARTING FROM PAUMANOK . 25.
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Стр. 45 - I exist as I am, that is enough, If no other in the world be aware I sit content, And if each and all be aware I sit content. One world is aware and by far the largest to me, and that is myself, And whether I come to my own to-day or in ten thousand or ten million years, I can cheerfully take it now, or with equal cheerfulness I can wait. My foothold is tenon'd and mortis'd in granite, I laugh at what you call dissolution, And I know the amplitude of time.
Стр. 76 - I have said that the soul is not more than the body, And I have said that the body is not more than the soul, And nothing, not God, is greater to one than one's self is, And whoever walks a furlong without sympathy walks to his own funeral drest in his shroud...
Стр. 45 - I am the poet of the woman the same as the man, And I say it is as great to be a woman as to be a man, And I say there is nothing greater than the mother of men.
Стр. 255 - In the dooryard fronting an old farm-house near the white-wash'd palings, Stands the lilac-bush tall-growing with heart-shaped leaves of rich green, With many a pointed blossom rising delicate, with the perfume strong I love, With every leaf a miracle - and from this bush in the dooryard, With delicate-color'd blossoms and heart-shaped leaves of rich green, A sprig with its flower I break.
Стр. 198 - Soothe! soothe! soothe! Close on its wave soothes the wave behind, And again another behind embracing and lapping, every one close; But my love soothes not me, not me. Low hangs the moon, it rose late, It is lagging — OI think it is heavy with love} with love.
Стр. 17 - ... what belongs to him in his boat, the deckhand singing on the steamboat deck, The shoemaker singing as he sits on his bench, the hatter singing as he stands, The wood-cutter's song, the ploughboy's on his way in the morning, or at noon intermission or at sundown, The delicious singing of the mother, or of the young wife at work, or of the girl sewing or washing, Each singing what belongs to him or her and to none else...
Стр. 259 - 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. 34 - What do you think has become of the young and old men? And what do you think has become of the women and children? They are alive and well somewhere, The smallest sprout shows there is really no death...
Стр. 77 - Perhaps I might tell more. Outlines ! I plead for my brothers and sisters. Do you see O my brothers and sisters? It is not chaos or death — it is form, union, plan — it is eternal life — it is Happiness.
Стр. 261 - From me to thee glad serenades, Dances for thee I propose saluting thee, adornments and feastings for thee, And the sights of the open landscape and the high-spread sky are fitting, And life and the fields, and the huge and thoughtful night. The night in silence under many a star, The ocean shore and the husky whispering wave whose voice I know, And the soul turning to thee O vast and well-veil'd death, And the body gratefully nestling close to thee.