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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... VOICE I SAW OLD GENERAL AT BAY THE ARTILLERYMAN'S VISION ETHIOPIA SALUTING THE COLORS NOT YOUTH PERTAINS TO ME . RACE OF VETERANS WORLD TAKE GOOD NOTICE O TAN - FACED PRAIRIE - Boy . LOOK DOWN FAIR MOON . RECONCILIATION • How SOLEMN AS ...
... VOICE I SAW OLD GENERAL AT BAY THE ARTILLERYMAN'S VISION ETHIOPIA SALUTING THE COLORS NOT YOUTH PERTAINS TO ME . RACE OF VETERANS WORLD TAKE GOOD NOTICE O TAN - FACED PRAIRIE - Boy . LOOK DOWN FAIR MOON . RECONCILIATION • How SOLEMN AS ...
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... VOICE OF THE RAIN 398 SOON SHALL THE WINTER'S FOIL BE HERE 399 WHILE NOT THE PAST FORGETTING 399 THE DYING VETERAN 399 400 STRONGER LESSONS 400 A PRAIRIE SUNSET 400 TWENTY YEARS • ORANGE BUDS BY MAIL FROM FLORIDA TWILIGHT 401 401 401 ...
... VOICE OF THE RAIN 398 SOON SHALL THE WINTER'S FOIL BE HERE 399 WHILE NOT THE PAST FORGETTING 399 THE DYING VETERAN 399 400 STRONGER LESSONS 400 A PRAIRIE SUNSET 400 TWENTY YEARS • ORANGE BUDS BY MAIL FROM FLORIDA TWILIGHT 401 401 401 ...
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... VOICE FROM DEATH A PERSIAN LESSON THE COMMONPLACE 416 417 417 418 419 " THE ROUNDED CATALOGUE DIVINE COMPLETE " 419 • MIRAGES L. OF G.'s PURPORT THE UNEXPRESS'D GRAND IS THE SEEN UNSEEN BUDS GOOD - BYE MY FANCY . 420 420 421 421 421 422 ...
... VOICE FROM DEATH A PERSIAN LESSON THE COMMONPLACE 416 417 417 418 419 " THE ROUNDED CATALOGUE DIVINE COMPLETE " 419 • MIRAGES L. OF G.'s PURPORT THE UNEXPRESS'D GRAND IS THE SEEN UNSEEN BUDS GOOD - BYE MY FANCY . 420 420 421 421 421 422 ...
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... voice , What singest thou ? it said , Know'st thou not there is but one theme for ever - enduring bards ? And that is the theme of War , the fortune of battles , The making of perfect soldiers . Be it so , then I answer'd , I too ...
... voice , What singest thou ? it said , Know'st thou not there is but one theme for ever - enduring bards ? And that is the theme of War , the fortune of battles , The making of perfect soldiers . Be it so , then I answer'd , I too ...
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... voice to prove you illustrious , And I will show that there is no imperfection in the present , and can be none in the future , And I will show that whatever happens to anybody it may be turn'd to beautiful results , And I will show ...
... voice to prove you illustrious , And I will show that there is no imperfection in the present , and can be none in the future , And I will show that whatever happens to anybody it may be turn'd to beautiful results , And I will show ...
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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.