The Complete Writings of Walt Whitman: Leaves of grassG. P. Putnam's Sons, 1902 |
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... Dreams What Best I See in Thee Weave In , My Hardy Life By Broad Potomac's Shore . From Far Dakota's Cañons ( June 25 , 1876 ) . Thick - Sprinkled Bunting · · 263 · 264 264 · 265 266 • • 267 267 Spirit that Form'd this Scene As I Walk ...
... Dreams What Best I See in Thee Weave In , My Hardy Life By Broad Potomac's Shore . From Far Dakota's Cañons ( June 25 , 1876 ) . Thick - Sprinkled Bunting · · 263 · 264 264 · 265 266 • • 267 267 Spirit that Form'd this Scene As I Walk ...
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... dreams ' projections , While the world of gain and appearance and mirth goes on , So soon what is over forgotten , and waves wash the imprints off the sand , With hinged knees returning I enter the doors , ( while for you up there ...
... dreams ' projections , While the world of gain and appearance and mirth goes on , So soon what is over forgotten , and waves wash the imprints off the sand , With hinged knees returning I enter the doors , ( while for you up there ...
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... dreams ' projections , Returning , resuming , I thread my way through the hospitals , The hurt and wounded I pacify with soothing hand , I sit by the restless all the dark night , some are so young , Some suffer so much , I recall the ...
... dreams ' projections , Returning , resuming , I thread my way through the hospitals , The hurt and wounded I pacify with soothing hand , I sit by the restless all the dark night , some are so young , Some suffer so much , I recall the ...
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... dreams a devilish exultation and all the old mad joy in the depths of my soul , ) And ever the hastening of infantry shifting positions , batteries , cavalry , moving hither and thither , ( The falling , dying , I heed not , the wounded ...
... dreams a devilish exultation and all the old mad joy in the depths of my soul , ) And ever the hastening of infantry shifting positions , batteries , cavalry , moving hither and thither , ( The falling , dying , I heed not , the wounded ...
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... dreams hundreds of battle - flags , Borne through the smoke of the battles and pierc'd with missiles I saw them , And carried hither and yon through the smoke , and torn and bloody , And at last but a few shreds left on the staffs ...
... dreams hundreds of battle - flags , Borne through the smoke of the battles and pierc'd with missiles I saw them , And carried hither and yon through the smoke , and torn and bloody , And at last but a few shreds left on the staffs ...
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America amid arms army banner bards battle beautiful behold bird blood blow body breath camps Centenarian chant child cities close to thee clouds comrade corpse Corybantian dance dark dead Dead and divine dear death divine dream drums earth eyes face father fields fill'd flag forever give grass grave ground hand Haply hear heart heroes houses human song immortal Kanada land leaves Libertad light living Long America look Manhattan moon mother never night o'er pass pass'd Passage to India peace pennant perfect phantom phrenology poems poets prairies race rest rising river sail ships shores silent silent sun sing sleep soldiers song soul sound spirit stand stars strain musical strong superbest sweet tears thee things thou thought to-day trees voice waits walk Walt Whitman watch'd waves wind woman women woods word Yankee swap young
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Стр. 129 - 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. 96 - 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 deliveress, When it is so, when thou hast taken them I joyously sing the dead, ; Lost in the loving floating ocean of thee, Laved in the flood of thy bliss O death.
Стр. 6 - And thenceforward all summer in the sound of the sea, And at night under the full of the moon in calmer weather, Over the hoarse surging of the sea, Or flitting from brier to brier by day, I saw, I heard at intervals the remaining one, the he-bird, The solitary guest from Alabama. Blow ! blow ! blow ! Blow up sea-winds along Paumanok's shore; I wait and I wait till you blow my mate to me.
Стр. 93 - 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. 5 - Once Paumanok, When the lilac-scent was in the air and Fifth-month grass was growing, Up this seashore in some briers, Two feather'd guests from Alabama, two together, And their nest, and four light-green eggs spotted with brown...
Стр. 83 - RECONCILIATION WORD over all, beautiful as the sky, Beautiful that war and all its deeds of carnage must in time be utterly lost...
Стр. 93 - ... 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.
Стр. 9 - d elsewhere, That is the whistle of the wind, it is not my voice, That is the fluttering, the fluttering of the spray, Those are the shadows of leaves.
Стр. 131 - d clouds, the long bar of maroon-tint away solitary by itself, the spread of purity it lies motionless in, The horizon's edge, the flying sea-crow, the fragrance of salt marsh and shore mud, These became part of that child who went forth every day, and who now goes, and will always go forth every day.
Стр. 93 - 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.