PoemsJohn Camden Hotten, Piccadilly, 1868 - 403 páginas |
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... Crowd . 296 Among the Multitude . . 297 LEAVES OF GRASS . President Lincoln's Funeral Hymn . 301 O Captain ! My Captain ! ( for the Death of Lincoln ) . 315 Pioneers ! O Pioneers ! 316 To the Sayers of Words 324 Voices 334 Whosoever ...
... Crowd . 296 Among the Multitude . . 297 LEAVES OF GRASS . President Lincoln's Funeral Hymn . 301 O Captain ! My Captain ! ( for the Death of Lincoln ) . 315 Pioneers ! O Pioneers ! 316 To the Sayers of Words 324 Voices 334 Whosoever ...
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... crowds and groupings and the push of its perspective , spreads with crampless and flowing breadth , and showers its prolific and splendid extravagance . One sees it must indeed own the riches of the summer and winter , and need never be ...
... crowds and groupings and the push of its perspective , spreads with crampless and flowing breadth , and showers its prolific and splendid extravagance . One sees it must indeed own the riches of the summer and winter , and need never be ...
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... crowds , intervals passing , rapt and happy ; Aware of the fresh free giver , the flowing Missouri — aware of mighty Niagara ; * Paumanok is the native name of Long Island , State of New York . It presents a fish - like shape on the map ...
... crowds , intervals passing , rapt and happy ; Aware of the fresh free giver , the flowing Missouri — aware of mighty Niagara ; * Paumanok is the native name of Long Island , State of New York . It presents a fish - like shape on the map ...
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... crowds of listeners ; Males , females , immigrants , combinations — the copiousness —the individuality of the States , each for itself— the money - makers ; Factories , machinery , the mechanical forces — the windlass , lever , pulley ...
... crowds of listeners ; Males , females , immigrants , combinations — the copiousness —the individuality of the States , each for itself— the money - makers ; Factories , machinery , the mechanical forces — the windlass , lever , pulley ...
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... crowd with their lit faces , watching — the glare and dense shadows ; —The forger at his forge - furnace , and the user of iron after him , The maker of the axe large and small , and the welder and temperer , The chooser breathing his ...
... crowd with their lit faces , watching — the glare and dense shadows ; —The forger at his forge - furnace , and the user of iron after him , The maker of the axe large and small , and the welder and temperer , The chooser breathing his ...
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Página 308 - Come lovely and soothing death, Undulate round the world, serenely arriving, arriving, In the day, in the night, to all, to each, Sooner or later delicate death. Praised be the fathomless universe, For life and joy, and for objects and knowledge curious, And for love, sweet love — but praise! praise! praise! For the sure-enwinding arms of cool-enfolding death.
Página 311 - O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells: Rise up! for you the flag is flung — for you the bugle trills, For you bouquets and ribboned wreaths — for you the shores a-crowding; For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning. Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck You've fallen cold and dead.
Página 311 - O Captain! My Captain! O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. O Captain! my Captain!
Página 312 - My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will...
Página 234 - RECONCILIATION WORD over all, beautiful as the sky, Beautiful that war and all its deeds of carnage must in time be utterly lost, That the hands of the sisters Death and Night incessantly softly wash again, and ever again, this soil'd world; For my enemy is dead, a man divine as myself is dead, I look where he lies white-faced and still in the coffin — I draw near, Bend down and touch lightly with my lips the white face in the coffin.
Página 309 - Dark mother always gliding near with soft feet, Have none chanted for thee a chant of fullest welcome? Then I chant it for thee, I glorify thee above all, I bring thee a song that when thou must indeed come, come unfalteringly. Approach strong...
Página 239 - There was a child went forth every day, And the first object he look'd upon, that object he became, And that object became part of him for the day or a certain part of the day, Or for many years or stretching cycles of years.
Página 302 - With the tolling tolling bells' perpetual clang, Here, coffin that slowly passes, I give you my sprig of lilac. (Nor for you, for one alone, Blossoms and branches green to coffins all I bring, For fresh as the morning, thus would I chant a song for you O sane and sacred death. All over bouquets of roses...
Página 241 - The doubts of day-time and the doubts of night-time, the curious whether and how, Whether that which appears so is so, or is it all flashes and specks...
Página 300 - In the swamp in secluded recesses, A shy and hidden bird is warbling a song. Solitary the thrush, The hermit withdrawn to himself, avoiding the settlements, Sings by himself a song. Song of the bleeding throat, Death's outlet song of life, (for well dear brother I know, If thou wast not granted to sing thou would'st surely die...