Leaves of GrassG.P. Putnam's Sons, 1897 - 446 páginas |
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Página 17
... bring , Forth from the war emerging , a book I have made , The words of my book nothing , the drift of it every thing , A book separate , not link'd with the rest nor felt by the intellect , But you ye untold latencies will thrill to ...
... bring , Forth from the war emerging , a book I have made , The words of my book nothing , the drift of it every thing , A book separate , not link'd with the rest nor felt by the intellect , But you ye untold latencies will thrill to ...
Página 54
... bring me tokens of myself , they evince them plainly in their possession . I wonder where they get those tokens , Did I pass that way huge times ago and negligently drop them ? Myself moving forward then and now and forever , Gathering ...
... bring me tokens of myself , they evince them plainly in their possession . I wonder where they get those tokens , Did I pass that way huge times ago and negligently drop them ? Myself moving forward then and now and forever , Gathering ...
Página 58
... bring their returns to me . I go hunting polar furs and the seal , leaping chasms with a pike pointed staff , clinging to topples of brittle and blue . I ascend to the foretruck , ---------- I take my place late at night in the 58 ...
... bring their returns to me . I go hunting polar furs and the seal , leaping chasms with a pike pointed staff , clinging to topples of brittle and blue . I ascend to the foretruck , ---------- I take my place late at night in the 58 ...
Página 66
... bringing help for the sick as they pant on their backs , And for strong upright men I bring yet more needed help . I heard what was said of the universe , Heard 66 LEAVES OF Grass .
... bringing help for the sick as they pant on their backs , And for strong upright men I bring yet more needed help . I heard what was said of the universe , Heard 66 LEAVES OF Grass .
Página 68
... bring him forth , Ever love , ever the sobbing liquid of life , Ever the bandage under the chin , ever the trestles of death . Here and there with dimes on the eyes walking , To feed the greed of the belly the brains liberally spooning ...
... bring him forth , Ever love , ever the sobbing liquid of life , Ever the bandage under the chin , ever the trestles of death . Here and there with dimes on the eyes walking , To feed the greed of the belly the brains liberally spooning ...
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Leaves of Grass: Including Sands at Seventy, 1st Annex, Good-bye My Fancy ... Walt Whitman Visualização completa - 1894 |
Leaves of Grass: Including Sands at Seventy ... Ist Annex, Good-Bye My Fancy ... Whitman Visualização completa - 1892 |
Termos e frases comuns
America amid arms bards beautiful behold blood body breast breath Brooklyn calm chant comrades crowd dark dead dear death debouch divine dream dropt earth eidolons eyes face fill'd forever give globe grass hand head hear heart heroes immortal Journeyers Kanada land leaves Leaves of Grass light lips living LONG AMERICA look look'd lovers Manhattan moon mother never night o'er old cause pass pass'd Passage to India passions past peace pennant perfect persons phrenology Pioneers poems poet prairies race rest rise river round sail shape ship shore silent silent sun sing skald sleep soldiers song soul sound spirit stand stars Strains musical strong sweet thee things thou thought to-day trees true song vast voice wait walk Walt Whitman waves wending whoever winds woman women woods words young
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Página 76 - 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 doorslab.
Página 258 - From me to thee glad serenades, Dances for thee I propose saluting thee, adornments and feastings for thee, And the sights of the open landscape and the high-spread sky are fitting, And life and the fields, and the huge and thoughtful night.
Página 198 - With this just-sustain' d note I announce myself to you, This gentle call is for you my love, for you. Do not be decoy' d elsewhere, That is the whistle of the wind, it is not my voice^ That is the fluttering, the fluttering of the spray, Those are the shadows of leaves. O darkness ! O in vain ! OI am very sick and sorrowful.
Página 31 - Bearing the owner's name someway in the corners, that we may see and remark, and say Whose? Or I guess the grass is itself a child, the produced babe of the vegetation. Or I guess it is a uniform hieroglyphic, And it means, Sprouting alike in broad zones and narrow zones, Growing among black folks as among white, Kanuck, Tuckahoe, Congressman, Cuff, I give them the same, I receive them the same. And now it seems to me the beautiful uncut hair of graves.
Página 257 - Limitless out of the dusk, out of the cedars and pines. Sing on dearest brother, warble your reedy song, Loud human song, with voice of uttermost woe.
Página 253 - 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.
Página 196 - The solitary guest from Alabama. Blow! blow! blow! Blow up, sea-winds, along Paumanok's shore! I wait and I wait, till you blow my mate to me.
Página 69 - Rise after rise bow the phantoms behind me, Afar down I see the huge first Nothing, I know I was even there, I waited unseen and always, and slept through the lethargic mist, And took my time, and took no hurt from the fetid carbon.
Página 72 - This day before dawn I ascended a hill 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 knowledge of every thing in them, shall we be filCd and satisfied then ? And my spirit said No, we but level that lift to pass and continue beyond.
Página 46 - Whoever degrades another degrades me, And whatever is done or said returns at last to me. Through me the afflatus surging and surging, through me the current and index.