The Complete Writings of Walt Whitman: Leaves of grassG. P. Putnam's Sons, 1902 |
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... sleeping and waking . He lived in a certain sense lawlessly . In the years during which this arrangement continued he was fond of his horse and carriage ( the gift of his friends ) , fond of walking , and fond , last of all , of being ...
... sleeping and waking . He lived in a certain sense lawlessly . In the years during which this arrangement continued he was fond of his horse and carriage ( the gift of his friends ) , fond of walking , and fond , last of all , of being ...
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... sleep no more but arise , You oceans that have been calm within me ! how I feel you , fathomless , stirring , preparing unprecedented waves and storms . 18 See , steamers steaming through my poems , See [ 30 ] Leaves of Grass.
... sleep no more but arise , You oceans that have been calm within me ! how I feel you , fathomless , stirring , preparing unprecedented waves and storms . 18 See , steamers steaming through my poems , See [ 30 ] Leaves of Grass.
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... sleeps at my side through the night , and withdraws at the peep of the day with stealthy tread , Leaving me baskets cover'd with white towels swelling the house with their plenty , Shall I postpone my acceptation and realization and ...
... sleeps at my side through the night , and withdraws at the peep of the day with stealthy tread , Leaving me baskets cover'd with white towels swelling the house with their plenty , Shall I postpone my acceptation and realization and ...
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... sleeps at my side through the night , and withdraws at the peep of the day with stealthy tread , Leaving me baskets cover'd with white towels swelling the house with their plenty , Shall I postpone my acceptation and realization and ...
... sleeps at my side through the night , and withdraws at the peep of the day with stealthy tread , Leaving me baskets cover'd with white towels swelling the house with their plenty , Shall I postpone my acceptation and realization and ...
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... sleeps in its cradle , I lift the gauze and look a long time , and silently brush away flies with my hand . The youngster and the red - faced girl turn aside up the bushy hill , I peeringly view them from the top . The suicide sprawls ...
... sleeps in its cradle , I lift the gauze and look a long time , and silently brush away flies with my hand . The youngster and the red - faced girl turn aside up the bushy hill , I peeringly view them from the top . The suicide sprawls ...
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Стр. 75 - Agonies are one of my changes of garments, I do not ask the wounded person how he feels, I myself become the wounded person, My hurts turn livid upon me as I lean on a cane and observe.
Стр. 167 - AFOOT and light-hearted I take to the open road, Healthy, free, the world before me, The long brown path before me leading wherever I choose.
Стр. 31 - Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the origin of all poems. You shall possess the good of the earth and sun, (there are millions of suns left,) You shall no longer take things at second or third hand, nor look through the eyes of the dead, nor feed on the spectres in books...
Стр. 34 - A child said, What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands; How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more than he. I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven.
Стр. 51 - Smile O voluptuous cool-breath'd earth! Earth of the slumbering and liquid trees! Earth of departed sunset— earth of the mountains misty-topt! Earth of the vitreous pour of the full moon just tinged with blue!
Стр. 185 - Nor is it you alone who know what it is to be evil, I am he who knew what it was to be evil, I too knitted the old knot of contrariety, Blabb'd, blush'd, resented, lied, stole, grudg'd, Had guile, anger, lust...
Стр. 26 - Houses and rooms are full of perfumes, the shelves are crowded with perfumes, I breathe the fragrance myself and know it and like it, The distillation would intoxicate me also, but I shall not let it. The atmosphere is not a perfume, it has no taste of the distillation, it is odorless...
Стр. 186 - Was call'd by my nighest name by clear loud voices of young men as they saw me approaching or passing, Felt their arms on my neck as I stood, or the negligent leaning of their flesh against me as I sat, Saw many I loved in the street or ferry-boat or public assembly, yet never told them a word...
Стр. 54 - Through me many long dumb voices, Voices of the interminable generations of prisoners and slaves, Voices of the diseas'd and despairing and of thieves and dwarfs, Voices of cycles of preparation and accretion, And of the threads that connect the stars, and of wombs and of the father-stuff...
Стр. 174 - Traveling with me you find what never tires. The earth never tires, The earth is rude, silent, incomprehensible at first, Nature is rude and incomprehensible at first, Be not discouraged, keep on, there are divine things well envelop'd, I swear to you there are divine things more beautiful than words can tell.