Liberty in Literature: Testimonial to Walt WhitmanTruth seeker Company, 1891 - 77 páginas |
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... ered Milton the greatest poet of them all . Byron and Shelley were hardly respectable - not to be read by young persons . It was admitted on all hands that Burns was a child of nature TESTIMONIAL TO WALT WHITMAN . 7 THE ADDRESS. ...
... ered Milton the greatest poet of them all . Byron and Shelley were hardly respectable - not to be read by young persons . It was admitted on all hands that Burns was a child of nature TESTIMONIAL TO WALT WHITMAN . 7 THE ADDRESS. ...
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Testimonial to Walt Whitman Robert Green Ingersoll. on all hands that Burns was a child of nature of whom his mother was ashamed and proud . In the blessed year aforesaid , candor , free and sincere speech , were under the ban . Creeds ...
Testimonial to Walt Whitman Robert Green Ingersoll. on all hands that Burns was a child of nature of whom his mother was ashamed and proud . In the blessed year aforesaid , candor , free and sincere speech , were under the ban . Creeds ...
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... fear of such people , and re- gard them as the awkward countryman does a sleight - of - hand performer . In every age in which books have been pro- duced the governing class , the respectable , have been 20 LIBERTY IN LITERATURE . III. ...
... fear of such people , and re- gard them as the awkward countryman does a sleight - of - hand performer . In every age in which books have been pro- duced the governing class , the respectable , have been 20 LIBERTY IN LITERATURE . III. ...
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... deeds loafe in chairs opposite and are my friendly companions , I intend to reach them my hand , and make as much of them as I do of men and women like you . VII . The poet is also a painter , a TESTIMONIAL TO WALT WHITMAN . 35.
... deeds loafe in chairs opposite and are my friendly companions , I intend to reach them my hand , and make as much of them as I do of men and women like you . VII . The poet is also a painter , a TESTIMONIAL TO WALT WHITMAN . 35.
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... hands . We had receiv'd some eighteen pound shots under the water , On our lower - gun - deck two large pieces had burst at the first fire , killing all around and blowing up overhead . Fighting at sun - down , fighting at dark , Ten o ...
... hands . We had receiv'd some eighteen pound shots under the water , On our lower - gun - deck two large pieces had burst at the first fire , killing all around and blowing up overhead . Fighting at sun - down , fighting at dark , Ten o ...
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50 Cents author of Leaves beauty blow brain brave CHANT FOR DEATH child Cloth colors constellations creeds Declaration of Independence delicious democracy earth everything face fall feel fields genius Gilt Top give greatest poet grey-brown bird singing grief hight human race hypocrisy ideal intel Interviews on Talmage invisible commerce Leaves of Grass Lectures liberty lilac living look marvelous mate mind Mistakes of Moses molecular movements night Octavo old age painter Paper passion perfect perfect day poems poet of Individuality poetic poetry produce pulpit R. G. Ingersoll rhyme rhythm rhythmical river ROBERT G sands sculptor Shakespeare shine silent slave slavery sorrow sounds Specimen Days Speech spirit star thing tion to-night to honor touch universe UNIVERSITY OF MICHIGAN uttered the elemental visible world walk Walt Whitman waves wind woman women word world of thought young person
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Página 53 - Why should I wish to see God better than this day? I see something of God each hour of the twenty-four, and each moment then, In the faces of men and women I see God, and in my own face in the glass...
Página 61 - Now understand me well — it is provided in the essence of things that from any fruition of success, no matter what, shall come forth something to make a greater struggle necessary.
Página 38 - Would you learn who won by the light of the moon and stars? List to the yarn, as my grandmother's father the sailor told it to me.
Página 54 - Outbidding at the start the old cautious hucksters, Taking myself the exact dimensions of Jehovah, Lithographing Kronos, Zeus his son, and Hercules his grandson, Buying drafts of Osiris, Isis, Belus, Brahma, Buddha, In my portfolio placing Manito loose, Allah on a leaf, the crucifix engraved, With Odin and the hideous-faced Mexitli and every idol and image, Taking them all for what they are worth and not a cent more...
Página 66 - Lo, the most excellent sun so calm and haughty, The violet and purple morn with just-felt breezes, The gentle soft-born measureless light, The miracle spreading bathing all, the fulfill'd noon, The coming eve delicious, the welcome night and the stars, Over my cities shining all, enveloping man and land.
Página 68 - 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 68 - 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. The night in silence under many a star, The ocean shore and the husky whispering wave whose voice I know, And the soul turning to thee O vast and well-veil'd death, And the body gratefully nestling close to thee.
Página 57 - O baffled, balk'd, bent to the very earth, Oppress'd with myself that I have dared to open my mouth, Aware now that amid all that blab whose echoes recoil upon me I have not once had the least idea who or what I am, But that before all my arrogant poems the real Me stands yet untouch'd, untold, altogether unreach'd...
Página 53 - Accepting the rough deific sketches to fill out better in myself, bestowing them freely on each man and woman I see, Discovering as much or more in a framer framing a house, Putting higher claims for him there with his...
Página 33 - I am the hounded slave, I wince at the bite of the dogs, Hell and despair are upon me, crack and again crack the marksmen, I clutch the rails of the fence, my gore dribs...