Leaves of Grass: Including Sands at Seventy, Good-bye My Fancy, Old Age Echoes, and A Backward Glance O'er Travel'd RoadsSmall, Maynard, 1897 - Всего страниц: 455 |
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... CHILD'S AMAZE . THE RUNNER BEAUTIFUL WOMEN MOTHER AND BABE THOUGHT VISOR'D THOUGHT • GLIDING O'ER ALL HAST NEVER COME TO THEE AN HOUR 215 215 216 216 216 216 217 217 217 217 217 217 217 218 218 THOUGHT TO OLD AGE . LOCATIONS AND TIMES ...
... CHILD'S AMAZE . THE RUNNER BEAUTIFUL WOMEN MOTHER AND BABE THOUGHT VISOR'D THOUGHT • GLIDING O'ER ALL HAST NEVER COME TO THEE AN HOUR 215 215 216 216 216 216 217 217 217 217 217 217 217 218 218 THOUGHT TO OLD AGE . LOCATIONS AND TIMES ...
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... CHILD WENT FORTH . 277 278 282 OLD IRELAND 284 THE CITY DEAD - HOUSE 284 THIS COMPOST TO A FOIL'D EUROPEAN REVOLUTIONAIRE 287 UNNAMED LANDS SONG OF PRUDENCE 289 AUTUMN RIVULETS . THE SINGER IN THE PRISON WARBLE FOR CONTENTS .
... CHILD WENT FORTH . 277 278 282 OLD IRELAND 284 THE CITY DEAD - HOUSE 284 THIS COMPOST TO A FOIL'D EUROPEAN REVOLUTIONAIRE 287 UNNAMED LANDS SONG OF PRUDENCE 289 AUTUMN RIVULETS . THE SINGER IN THE PRISON WARBLE FOR CONTENTS .
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... children along with him . THE SHIP STARTING . Lo , the unlounded sea , On its breast a ship starting , spreading all sails , carrying even her moonsails , The pennant is flying aloft as she speeds she speeds so stately- below emulous ...
... children along with him . THE SHIP STARTING . Lo , the unlounded sea , On its breast a ship starting , spreading all sails , carrying even her moonsails , The pennant is flying aloft as she speeds she speeds so stately- below emulous ...
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... children of the antique to justify it . Dead poets , philosophs , priests , 5 Martyrs , artists , inventors , governments long since , Language - shapers on other shores , Nations once powerful , now reduced , withdrawn , or desolate ...
... children of the antique to justify it . Dead poets , philosophs , priests , 5 Martyrs , artists , inventors , governments long since , Language - shapers on other shores , Nations once powerful , now reduced , withdrawn , or desolate ...
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... 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 . Or I guess ...
... 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 . Or I guess ...
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Leaves of Grass: Including Sands at Seventy, Good Bye My Fancy, Old Age ... Walt Whitman Полный просмотр - 1899 |
Leaves of Grass: Including Sands at Seventy, Good Bye My Fancy, Old Age ... Walt Whitman Полный просмотр - 1897 |
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Стр. 80 - Do I contradict myself? Very well then I contradict myself, (I am large, I contain multitudes.) I concentrate toward them that are nigh, I wait on the door-slab.
Стр. 31 - I CELEBRATE myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
Стр. 257 - WHEN lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd, And the great star early droop'd in the western sky in the night, I mourn'd, and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring.
Стр. 35 - 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. 50 - I speak the pass-word primeval, I give the sign of democracy, By God! I will accept nothing which all cannot have their counterpart of on the same terms.
Стр. 264 - 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.
Стр. 216 - WHEN I heard the learn'd astronomer, When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me. When I was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them, When I sitting heard the astronomer where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room, How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick, Till rising and gliding out I wander'd off by myself, In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time, Look'd up in perfect silence at the stars.
Стр. 198 - Up from the mystic play of shadows twining and twisting as if they were alive, Out from the patches of briers and blackberries, From the memories of the bird that chanted to me, From your memories sad brother, from the fitful risings...
Стр. 203 - O solitary me listening, never more shall I cease perpetuating you, Never more shall I escape, never more the reverberations, Never more the cries of unsatisfied love be absent from me, Never again leave me to be the peaceful child I was before what there in the night, By the sea under the yellow and sagging moon, The messenger there arous'd, the fire, the sweet hell within, The unknown want, the destiny of me.
Стр. 258 - Amid the grass in the fields each side of the lanes, passing the endless grass, Passing the yellow-spear'd wheat, every grain from its shroud in the dark-brown fields uprisen, Passing the apple-tree blows of white and pink in the orchards, Carrying a corpse to where it shall rest in the grave, Night and day journeys a coffin.