Gems from Walt WhitmanD. McKay, 1889 - Всего страниц: 58 |
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... come the house itself . Belief I sing , and preparation . Song of Myself . Stanza 5 . Ibid . Stanza 44 . Thou Mother with thy Equal Brood . Stanza I. Behold , I do not give lectures or a little charity , When I give I give myself . Song ...
... come the house itself . Belief I sing , and preparation . Song of Myself . Stanza 5 . Ibid . Stanza 44 . Thou Mother with thy Equal Brood . Stanza I. Behold , I do not give lectures or a little charity , When I give I give myself . Song ...
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... sufficient , and cannot fail . Ibid . Stanza 43 . I know I am deathless , I know this orbit of mine cannot be swept by a carpenter's compass . Ibid . Stanza 20 . And whether I come to my own to - day 14 GEMS FROM WALT WHITMAN .
... sufficient , and cannot fail . Ibid . Stanza 43 . I know I am deathless , I know this orbit of mine cannot be swept by a carpenter's compass . Ibid . Stanza 20 . And whether I come to my own to - day 14 GEMS FROM WALT WHITMAN .
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Walt Whitman Elizabeth Porter Gould. And whether I come to my own to - day or in ten thousand or ten million years , I can cheerfully take it now , or with equal cheerfulness I can wait . Yet soul be sure the first intent remains , and ...
Walt Whitman Elizabeth Porter Gould. And whether I come to my own to - day or in ten thousand or ten million years , I can cheerfully take it now , or with equal cheerfulness I can wait . Yet soul be sure the first intent remains , and ...
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... come on perfect terms , The great Camerado , the lover true for whom I pine will be there . The clock indicates the moment — but what does eternity indicate ? Song of Myself . Stanza 45 . Ibid . Stanza 44 . ROAMING IN THOUGHT ( After ...
... come on perfect terms , The great Camerado , the lover true for whom I pine will be there . The clock indicates the moment — but what does eternity indicate ? Song of Myself . Stanza 45 . Ibid . Stanza 44 . ROAMING IN THOUGHT ( After ...
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... come after you with equal grace , force , fascination ? Day full - blown and splendid - day of the immense sun , action , ambition , laughter , The Night follows close with millions of suns , and sleep and restoring darkness . х TO OLD ...
... come after you with equal grace , force , fascination ? Day full - blown and splendid - day of the immense sun , action , ambition , laughter , The Night follows close with millions of suns , and sleep and restoring darkness . х TO OLD ...
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affectionate announce Ashes of Soldiers beautiful bivouac's fitful flame blackberry Blue Ontario's Shore breath Brooklyn CARNAGE ROSE PROPHETIC chant cheerful CITY DEAD-HOUSE close coffin cold and dead Comrade DAVID MCKAY dead soldiers divine ship sails earth and sea edition of Leaves ELIZABETH PORTER GOULD eternal Fallen cold Falmouth farther sail fill'd give HEGEL holds thee hospital Ibid immortality kiss Leaves of Grass lips Long Island miracle Mother with thy night pace the round Passage to India perfect Perfume permanent grandeur Pioneers Plato poet PORTALS ALSO DEATH Prairies PROPHETIC A VOICE ROAMING IN THOUGHT round world's promenade sails the divine senses and flesh shipmate sight silent sisters Socrates Song soul Space and Death Specimen Days spirit Stanza 22 Stanza 44 stars Starting from Paumanok sweet tender thine thy Equal Brood universal UNIVERSITY OF MICHIGAN Unnamed Lands UNTOLD WANT WALT WHITMAN wend wondrous ye my Gods
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Стр. 46 - I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journeywork of the stars, And the pismire is equally perfect, and a grain of sand, and the egg of the wren, And the tree-toad is a...
Стр. 36 - O how shall I warble myself for the dead one there I loved? And how shall I deck my song for the large sweet soul that has gone? And what shall my perfume be for the grave of him I love?
Стр. 36 - For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead. My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will, The ship is...
Стр. 26 - 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. 28 - Smile O voluptuous cool-breath'd earth! Earth of the slumbering and liquid trees! Earth of departed sunset — earth of the mountains misty-topt! 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. 16 - Thou transcendent, Nameless, the fibre and the breath, Light of the light, shedding forth universes, thou centre of them, Thou mightier centre of the true, the good, the loving, Thou moral, spiritual fountain— affection's source— thou reservoir, (O pensive soul of me— O thirst unsatisfied— waitest not there? Waitest not haply for us somewhere there the Comrade perfect...
Стр. 35 - O CAPTAIN ! my Captain ! our fearful trip is done ; The ship has weathered 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. 15 - O soul, repressless, I with thee and thou with me, Thy circumnavigation of the world begin, Of man, the voyage of his mind's return, To reason's early paradise, Back, back to wisdom's birth, to innocent intuitions, Again with fair creation.
Стр. 44 - I am the poet of the woman the same as the man, And I say it is as great to be a woman as to be a man, And I say there is nothing greater than the mother of men.
Стр. 41 - 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 soiled world...