Gems from Walt WhitmanD. McKay, 1889 - Всего страниц: 58 |
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... look after what was to hold me . Song of Myself . Stanza 44 . My feet strike an apex of the apices of the stairs , On every step bunches of ages , and larger bunches between the steps , All below duly travel'd , and still I mount and ...
... look after what was to hold me . Song of Myself . Stanza 44 . My feet strike an apex of the apices of the stairs , On every step bunches of ages , and larger bunches between the steps , All below duly travel'd , and still I mount and ...
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... look on it alone , That house once full of passion and beauty , all else I notice not , Nor stillness so cold , nor running water from faucet , nor odors morbific impress me , But the house alone - that wondrous house - that delicate ...
... look on it alone , That house once full of passion and beauty , all else I notice not , Nor stillness so cold , nor running water from faucet , nor odors morbific impress me , But the house alone - that wondrous house - that delicate ...
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... 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 . What best I see in thee , WHAT BEST I GEMS FROM WALT WHITMAN . 41.
... 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 . What best I see in thee , WHAT BEST I GEMS FROM WALT WHITMAN . 41.
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... look'd at the crowded heaven , And I said to my spirit When we become the enfolders of those orbs , and the pleasure and knowl- edge of every thing in them , shall we be fill'd and satisfied then ? We but level that lift to pass and ...
... look'd at the crowded heaven , And I said to my spirit When we become the enfolders of those orbs , and the pleasure and knowl- edge of every thing in them , shall we be fill'd and satisfied then ? We but level that lift to pass and ...
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... look like the harmless jottings of an artist in the picturesque . More than one woman , on whom I tried the experiment , immediately claimed the writer for a fellow - woman . More than one literary purist might identify him as a shoddy ...
... look like the harmless jottings of an artist in the picturesque . More than one woman , on whom I tried the experiment , immediately claimed the writer for a fellow - woman . More than one literary purist might identify him as a shoddy ...
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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...