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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... darkness . I am a man who , sauntering along without fully stopping , turns a casual look upon you and then averts his face , Leaving it to you to prove and define it , Expecting the main things from you . TO YOU . STRANGER , if you ...
... darkness . I am a man who , sauntering along without fully stopping , turns a casual look upon you and then averts his face , Leaving it to you to prove and define it , Expecting the main things from you . TO YOU . STRANGER , if you ...
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... dark - color'd sea - rocks , and of hay in the barn , The sound of the belch'd words of my voice loos'd to the eddies of the wind , A few light kisses , a few embraces , a reaching around of arms , The play of shine and shade on the ...
... dark - color'd sea - rocks , and of hay in the barn , The sound of the belch'd words of my voice loos'd to the eddies of the wind , A few light kisses , a few embraces , a reaching around of arms , The play of shine and shade on the ...
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... dark to be from the white heads of old mothers , Darker than the colorless beards of old men , Dark to come from under the faint red roofs of mouths . OI perceive after all so many uttering tongues , And I perceive they do not come from ...
... dark to be from the white heads of old mothers , Darker than the colorless beards of old men , Dark to come from under the faint red roofs of mouths . OI perceive after all so many uttering tongues , And I perceive they do not come from ...
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... dark that hangs on the Chattahooche or Altamahaw , Patriarchs sit at supper with sons and grandsons and great - grand- sons around them , In walls of adobie , in canvas tents , rest hunters and trappers after their day's sport , The ...
... dark that hangs on the Chattahooche or Altamahaw , Patriarchs sit at supper with sons and grandsons and great - grand- sons around them , In walls of adobie , in canvas tents , rest hunters and trappers after their day's sport , The ...
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... their place , The bright suns I see and the dark suns I cannot see are in their place , The palpable is in its place and the impalpable is in its place . ) 17 These are really the thoughts of all men in 42 LEAVES OF Grass .
... their place , The bright suns I see and the dark suns I cannot see are in their place , The palpable is in its place and the impalpable is in its place . ) 17 These are really the thoughts of all men in 42 LEAVES OF Grass .
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Leaves of Grass: Including Sands at Seventy, Good Bye My Fancy, Old Age ... Walt Whitman Полный просмотр - 1899 |
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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.