Liberty in Literature: Testimonial to Walt WhitmanTruth seeker Company, 1891 - 77 páginas |
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... river , multi- tudinous in its thoughts as the waves of the sea - nothing mathematical or measured . In everything a touch of chaos - lacking what is called form as clouds lack form , but not lack- ing the splendor of sunrise or the ...
... river , multi- tudinous in its thoughts as the waves of the sea - nothing mathematical or measured . In everything a touch of chaos - lacking what is called form as clouds lack form , but not lack- ing the splendor of sunrise or the ...
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... river , half - frozen mud in the streets , A gray discouraged sky overhead , the short last daylight of December , A hearse and stages , the funeral of an old Broadway stage- driver , the cortege mostly drivers . Steady the trot to the ...
... river , half - frozen mud in the streets , A gray discouraged sky overhead , the short last daylight of December , A hearse and stages , the funeral of an old Broadway stage- driver , the cortege mostly drivers . Steady the trot to the ...
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... rivers and mountains and seas and constellations belittle and cheapen the visible world . The inhabit- ants of these marvelous worlds have been the singers of songs , utterers of great speech -the creators of art . And here lies the ...
... rivers and mountains and seas and constellations belittle and cheapen the visible world . The inhabit- ants of these marvelous worlds have been the singers of songs , utterers of great speech -the creators of art . And here lies the ...
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... rivers and mountains from home , Singing all time , minding no time , While we two keep together . In a little while one of the birds is missed and never appeared again , and all through the summer the mate , the solitary guest , was ...
... rivers and mountains from home , Singing all time , minding no time , While we two keep together . In a little while one of the birds is missed and never appeared again , and all through the summer the mate , the solitary guest , was ...
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... rivers , hear the rush and roar of cataracts as they fall beneath the seven - hued arch , and watch the eagles as they circling soar . You traverse gorges dark and dim , and climb the scarred and threatening cliffs . You stand in ...
... rivers , hear the rush and roar of cataracts as they fall beneath the seven - hued arch , and watch the eagles as they circling soar . You traverse gorges dark and dim , and climb the scarred and threatening cliffs . You stand in ...
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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...