Leaves of Grass: Including Sands at Seventy, Good-bye My Fancy, Old Age Echoes, and A Backward Glance O'er Travel'd RoadsSmall, Maynard, 1897 - 455 páginas |
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... streets , with iron and stone edifices , ceaseless vehicles , and com- merce , See , the many - cylinder'd steam printing - press - see , the electric telegraph stretching across the continent , See , through Atlantica's depths pulses ...
... streets , with iron and stone edifices , ceaseless vehicles , and com- merce , See , the many - cylinder'd steam printing - press - see , the electric telegraph stretching across the continent , See , through Atlantica's depths pulses ...
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... streets , or along the fields and hill - sides , The feeling of health , the full - noon trill , the song of me rising from bed and meeting the sun . Have you reckon'd a thousand acres much ? have you reckon'd the earth much ? Have you ...
... streets , or along the fields and hill - sides , The feeling of health , the full - noon trill , the song of me rising from bed and meeting the sun . Have you reckon'd a thousand acres much ? have you reckon'd the earth much ? Have you ...
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... streets in a phallic procession , rapt and austere in the woods a gymnosophist , Drinking mead from the skull - cup , to Shastas and Vedas admirant , minding the Koran , Walking the teokallis , spotted with gore from the stone and knife ...
... streets in a phallic procession , rapt and austere in the woods a gymnosophist , Drinking mead from the skull - cup , to Shastas and Vedas admirant , minding the Koran , Walking the teokallis , spotted with gore from the stone and knife ...
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... streets and public halls , coming naked to me at night , Crying by day Ahoy ! from the rocks of the river , swinging and chirping over my head , Calling my name from flower - beds , vines , tangled underbrush , Lighting on every moment ...
... streets and public halls , coming naked to me at night , Crying by day Ahoy ! from the rocks of the river , swinging and chirping over my head , Calling my name from flower - beds , vines , tangled underbrush , Lighting on every moment ...
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... street , and every one is sign'd by God's name , And I leave them where they are , for I know that wheresoe'er I go , Others will punctually come for ever and ever . 49 And as to you Death , and you bitter 76 LEAVES OF Grass .
... street , and every one is sign'd by God's name , And I leave them where they are , for I know that wheresoe'er I go , Others will punctually come for ever and ever . 49 And as to you Death , and you bitter 76 LEAVES OF Grass .
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Leaves of Grass: Including Sands at Seventy, Goodby My Fancy, Old Age Echoes ... Walt Whitman Visualização completa - 1897 |
Leaves of Grass: Including Sands at Seventy, Good Bye My Fancy, Old Age ... Walt Whitman Visualização completa - 1899 |
Leaves of Grass: Including Sands at Seventy, Good Bye My Fancy, Old Age ... Walt Whitman Visualização completa - 1897 |
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Página 80 - Do I contradict myself? Very well then I contradict myself, (I am large, I contain multitudes.) I concentrate toward them that are nigh, I wait on the door-slab.
Página 31 - I CELEBRATE myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
Página 257 - WHEN lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd, And the great star early droop'd in the western sky in the night, I mourn'd, and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring.
Página 35 - A child said What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands, How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more than he. I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven.
Página 50 - I speak the pass-word primeval, I give the sign of democracy, By God! I will accept nothing which all cannot have their counterpart of on the same terms.
Página 264 - 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.
Página 216 - WHEN I heard the learn'd astronomer, When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me. When I was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them, When I sitting heard the astronomer where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room, How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick, Till rising and gliding out I wander'd off by myself, In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time, Look'd up in perfect silence at the stars.
Página 198 - Up from the mystic play of shadows twining and twisting as if they were alive, Out from the patches of briers and blackberries, From the memories of the bird that chanted to me, From your memories sad brother, from the fitful risings...
Página 203 - O solitary me listening, never more shall I cease perpetuating you, Never more shall I escape, never more the reverberations, Never more the cries of unsatisfied love be absent from me, Never again leave me to be the peaceful child I was before what there in the night, By the sea under the yellow and sagging moon, The messenger there arous'd, the fire, the sweet hell within, The unknown want, the destiny of me.
Página 258 - Amid the grass in the fields each side of the lanes, passing the endless grass, Passing the yellow-spear'd wheat, every grain from its shroud in the dark-brown fields uprisen, Passing the apple-tree blows of white and pink in the orchards, Carrying a corpse to where it shall rest in the grave, Night and day journeys a coffin.