Liberty in Literature: Testimonial to Walt WhitmanTruth seeker Company, 1891 - 77 páginas |
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... things pulse and motion , and that transfigures , ennobles , and idealizes the object of its adora- tion . They do not walk the streets of the city of life - they explore the sewers ; they stand in 10 LIBERTY IN LITERATURE .
... things pulse and motion , and that transfigures , ennobles , and idealizes the object of its adora- tion . They do not walk the streets of the city of life - they explore the sewers ; they stand in 10 LIBERTY IN LITERATURE .
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... stand in the gutters and cry " Unclean ! " They pretend that beauty is a snare ; that love is a Delilah ; that the highway of joy is the broad road , lined with flowers and filled with perfume , leading to the city of eternal sorrow ...
... stand in the gutters and cry " Unclean ! " They pretend that beauty is a snare ; that love is a Delilah ; that the highway of joy is the broad road , lined with flowers and filled with perfume , leading to the city of eternal sorrow ...
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... stand to - night -- on the perpet- ually moving line where history ends and prophecy begins . He was full of life to the very tips of his fingers - brave , eager , candid , joyous with health . He was acquainted with the past . He knew ...
... stand to - night -- on the perpet- ually moving line where history ends and prophecy begins . He was full of life to the very tips of his fingers - brave , eager , candid , joyous with health . He was acquainted with the past . He knew ...
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... undaunted ! To be entirely alone with them , to find how much one can stand ! To look strife , torture , prison , popular odium , face to face ! To mount the scaffold , to advance to the muzzles 30 LIBERTY IN LITERATURE .
... undaunted ! To be entirely alone with them , to find how much one can stand ! To look strife , torture , prison , popular odium , face to face ! To mount the scaffold , to advance to the muzzles 30 LIBERTY IN LITERATURE .
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... stand alone . He is sufficient unto himself , and he says : Henceforth I ask not good - fortune , I myself am good - fortune . Strong and content travel the open road . He is one of Those that look carelessly in the faces of Presidents ...
... stand alone . He is sufficient unto himself , and he says : Henceforth I ask not good - fortune , I myself am good - fortune . Strong and content travel the open road . He is one of Those that look carelessly in the faces of Presidents ...
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