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 หน้า |
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... THOU Now O SOUL WHISPERS OF HEAVENLY DEATH CHANTING THE SQUARE DEIFIC . OF HIM I LOVE DAY AND NIGHT . YET , YET , YE DOWNCAST HOURS AS IF A PHANTOM CARESS'D ME ASSURANCES . QUICKSAND YEARS THAT MUSIC ALWAYS ROUND ME WHAT SHIP PUZZLED AT ...
... THOU Now O SOUL WHISPERS OF HEAVENLY DEATH CHANTING THE SQUARE DEIFIC . OF HIM I LOVE DAY AND NIGHT . YET , YET , YE DOWNCAST HOURS AS IF A PHANTOM CARESS'D ME ASSURANCES . QUICKSAND YEARS THAT MUSIC ALWAYS ROUND ME WHAT SHIP PUZZLED AT ...
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... THOU MOTHER WITH THY EQUAL BROOD A PAUMANOK PICTURE • FROM NOON TO STARRY NIGHT . THOU ORB ALOFT FULL - Dazzling FACES . THE MYSTIC TRUMPETER TO A LOCOMOTIVE IN WINTER O MAGNET - SOUTH . MANNAHATTA PAGE 346 351 352 353 350 358 359 360 A ...
... THOU MOTHER WITH THY EQUAL BROOD A PAUMANOK PICTURE • FROM NOON TO STARRY NIGHT . THOU ORB ALOFT FULL - Dazzling FACES . THE MYSTIC TRUMPETER TO A LOCOMOTIVE IN WINTER O MAGNET - SOUTH . MANNAHATTA PAGE 346 351 352 353 350 358 359 360 A ...
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... thou ? it said , Know'st thou not there is but one theme for ever - enduring bards ? And that is the theme of War , the fortune of battles , The making of perfect soldiers . Be it so , then I answer'd , I too haughty Shade also sing war ...
... thou ? it said , Know'st thou not there is but one theme for ever - enduring bards ? And that is the theme of War , the fortune of battles , The making of perfect soldiers . Be it so , then I answer'd , I too haughty Shade also sing war ...
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... Thou orb of many orbs ! Thou seething principle ! thou well - kept , latent germ ! thou centre ! Around the idea of thee the war revolving , With all its angry and vehement play of causes , ( With vast results to come for thrice a ...
... Thou orb of many orbs ! Thou seething principle ! thou well - kept , latent germ ! thou centre ! Around the idea of thee the war revolving , With all its angry and vehement play of causes , ( With vast results to come for thrice a ...
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... thou art , the real I myself , An image , an eidólon . Thy very songs not in thy songs , No special strains to sing , none for itself , But from the whole resulting , rising at last and floating , A round full - orb'd eidólon . FOR him ...
... thou art , the real I myself , An image , an eidólon . Thy very songs not in thy songs , No special strains to sing , none for itself , But from the whole resulting , rising at last and floating , A round full - orb'd eidólon . FOR him ...
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America amid arms beautiful behold blood body breast breath Brooklyn chant comrades crowd dark dead dear death debouch divine dream dropt drums earth eidolons eyes face faith fill'd forever give globe grass hand head hear heart heroes immortal Journeyers Kanada land leaves Leaves of Grass light living LONG AMERICA look look'd lovers Manhattan moon mother never night o'er old cause pass pass'd Passage to India passions past peace pennant perfect perfume persons phrenology Pioneers poems poets prairies race rest rise river round sail shape ship shore silent silent sun sing skald sleep soldiers song soul sound spirit stand stars Strains musical strong superbest sweet thee things thou thought to-day trees vast voice wait walk Walt Whitman waves wending whoever winds woman women wonderful woods words young
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หน้า 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.
หน้า 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.
หน้า 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.
หน้า 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.
หน้า 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.
หน้า 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.
หน้า 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.
หน้า 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...
หน้า 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.
หน้า 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.