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Richard Maurice 1837-1902 Bucke,Walt 1819-1892 Whitman,Jeannette L. (Jeannette Leonard) Gilder
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American appears beauty believe body Boston Brooklyn called character considered criticism death divine edition Emerson entire equal expression eyes face fact feeling friends future give given hand Harlan heard heart hospitals human knew Leaves of Grass less letter light lines literary literature living look matter means mind moral mother Nature never night noble once passages passed passion perfect perhaps person pieces poems poet poetry present printed published reader rest Review seems seen sense Shakespeare sometimes Song soul speak spirit strong taken talk tell things thought tion true turn universe verse voice volume Walt Whitman Washington whole woman writing written York young
Стр. 216 - Earth of the vitreous pour of the full moon just tinged with blue ! Earth of shine and dark mottling the tide of the river ! Earth of the limpid gray of clouds brighter and clearer for my sake ! Far-swooping elbow'd earth — rich apple-blossom'd earth ! Smile, for your lover comes.
Стр. 184 - Behold, I do not give lectures or a little charity, When I give I give myself.
Стр. 216 - I am he that walks with the tender and growing night, I call to the earth and sea half-held by the night. Press close bare-bosom'd night— press close magnetic nourishing night! Night of south winds— night of the large few stars! Still nodding night— mad naked summer night.
Стр. 221 - I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass. My tongue, every atom of my blood, form'd from this soil, this air. Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their parents the same, I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin, Hoping to cease not till death.
Стр. 234 - I believe in the flesh and the appetites, Seeing, hearing, feeling, are miracles, and each part and tag of me is a miracle. Divine am I inside and out, and I make holy whatever I touch or am touched from, The scent of these arm-pits aroma finer than prayer, This head more than churches, bibles, and all the creeds.
Стр. 167 - 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.
Стр. 36 - Logic and sermons never convince, The damp of the night drives deeper into my soul.
Стр. 234 - Walt Whitman, a kosmos, of Manhattan the son, Turbulent, fleshy, sensual, eating, drinking and breeding, No sentimentalist, no stander above men and women or apart from them, No more modest than immodest.
Стр. 103 - RECONCILIATION WORD over all, beautiful as the sky, Beautiful that war and all its deeds of carnage must in time be utterly lost, That the hands of the sisters Death and Night incessantly softly wash again, and ever again, this soil'd world; For my enemy is dead, a man divine as myself is dead, I look where he lies white-faced and still in the coffin — I draw near, Bend down and touch lightly with my lips the white face in the coffin.
Стр. 207 - I give you joy of your free and brave thought. I have great joy in it. I find incomparable things said incomparably well, as they must be. I find the courage of treatment which so delights us, and which large perception only can inspire. I greet you at the beginning of a great career, which yet must have had a long foreground somewhere, for such a start.