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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... HEAD IN YOUR LAP CAMERADO 251 DELICATE CLUSTER . 252 TO A CERTAIN CIVILIAN 252 LO , VICTRESS ON THE PEAKS 252 SPIRIT WHOSE WORK IS DONE 253 ADIEU TO A SOLDIER 253 TURN O LIBERTAD 254 TO THE LEAVEN'D SOIL THEY TROD 254 MEMORIES of ...
... HEAD IN YOUR LAP CAMERADO 251 DELICATE CLUSTER . 252 TO A CERTAIN CIVILIAN 252 LO , VICTRESS ON THE PEAKS 252 SPIRIT WHOSE WORK IS DONE 253 ADIEU TO A SOLDIER 253 TURN O LIBERTAD 254 TO THE LEAVEN'D SOIL THEY TROD 254 MEMORIES of ...
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... head of any else that head is over all . ) I will acknowledge contemporary lands , I will trail the whole geography of the globe and salute courte- ously every city large and small , And employments ! I will put in my poems that with ...
... head of any else that head is over all . ) I will acknowledge contemporary lands , I will trail the whole geography of the globe and salute courte- ously every city large and small , And employments ! I will put in my poems that with ...
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... head curious what will come next , Both in and out of the game and watching and wondering at it . Backward I see in my own days where I sweated through fog with linguists and contenders , I have no mockings or arguments , I witness and ...
... head curious what will come next , Both in and out of the game and watching and wondering at it . Backward I see in my own days where I sweated through fog with linguists and contenders , I have no mockings or arguments , I witness and ...
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... 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 the roofs of mouths for ...
... 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 the roofs of mouths for ...
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... jolts , one leg reclined on the other , I jump from the cross - beams and seize the clover and timothy , And roll head over heels and tangle my hair full of wisps . 10 Alone far in the wilds and mountains I hunt SONG OF Myself . 35.
... jolts , one leg reclined on the other , I jump from the cross - beams and seize the clover and timothy , And roll head over heels and tangle my hair full of wisps . 10 Alone far in the wilds and mountains I hunt SONG OF Myself . 35.
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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.