Liberty in Literature: Testimonial to Walt WhitmanTruth seeker Company, 1891 - 77 páginas |
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... inanimate 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 .
... inanimate 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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... was attacked in " Leaves of Grass . " The glory of simple life was sung ; a declara- tion of independence was made for each and all . And yet this appeal to manhood and to womanhood was TESTIMONIAL TO WALT WHITMAN . 13.
... was attacked in " Leaves of Grass . " The glory of simple life was sung ; a declara- tion of independence was made for each and all . And yet this appeal to manhood and to womanhood was TESTIMONIAL TO WALT WHITMAN . 13.
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... what is of far greater moment , universal educa- tion . It is not too much to say that every book now held in high esteem would have been de- stroyed , if those in authority could have had their TESTIMONIAL TO WALT WHITMAN . 21.
... what is of far greater moment , universal educa- tion . It is not too much to say that every book now held in high esteem would have been de- stroyed , if those in authority could have had their TESTIMONIAL TO WALT WHITMAN . 21.
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... tion of liberty ; to the end that man may be happy . He knows that there is but one excuse for any institution , secular and religious — the preservation of liberty ; and that there is but one excuse for schools , for universal ...
... tion of liberty ; to the end that man may be happy . He knows that there is but one excuse for any institution , secular and religious — the preservation of liberty ; and that there is but one excuse for schools , for universal ...
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... tion exists only for the purpose of guarding and protecting the individuality of men and women . Walt Whitman has told us that : " The whole theory of the universe is directed unerringly to one single individual — namely to You . " And ...
... tion exists only for the purpose of guarding and protecting the individuality of men and women . Walt Whitman has told us that : " The whole theory of the universe is directed unerringly to one single individual — namely to You . " And ...
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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...