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... Silent Sun 244 ' Dirge for Two Veterans 241 Over the Carnage Rose Prophetic a Voice ... 247 I Saw Old General at Bay 247 The Artilleryman's Vision 24S Ethiopia Saluting the Colors 240 Not Youth Pertains to Me 240 Race of Veterans 25 ...
... Silent Sun 244 ' Dirge for Two Veterans 241 Over the Carnage Rose Prophetic a Voice ... 247 I Saw Old General at Bay 247 The Artilleryman's Vision 24S Ethiopia Saluting the Colors 240 Not Youth Pertains to Me 240 Race of Veterans 25 ...
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... SILENT SUN DIRGE FOR TWO VETERANS . OVER THE CARNAGE ROSE PROPHETIc a Voice I SAW OLD GENERAL AT BAY THE ARTILLERYMAN'S VISION ETHIOPIA SALUTING THE Colors NOT YOUTH PERTAINS TO ME . RACE OF VETERANS WORLD TAKE GOOD NOTICE O TAN - FACED ...
... SILENT SUN DIRGE FOR TWO VETERANS . OVER THE CARNAGE ROSE PROPHETIc a Voice I SAW OLD GENERAL AT BAY THE ARTILLERYMAN'S VISION ETHIOPIA SALUTING THE Colors NOT YOUTH PERTAINS TO ME . RACE OF VETERANS WORLD TAKE GOOD NOTICE O TAN - FACED ...
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... SILENCE . As I ponder'd in silence , Returning upon my poems , considering , lingering long , A Phantom arose before me with distrustful aspect , Terrible in beauty , age , and power , The genius of poets of old lands , As to me ...
... SILENCE . As I ponder'd in silence , Returning upon my poems , considering , lingering long , A Phantom arose before me with distrustful aspect , Terrible in beauty , age , and power , The genius of poets of old lands , As to me ...
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68 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
67 ÆäÀÌÁö - And as to you, Corpse, I think you are good manure, but that does not offend me, I smell the white roses sweet-scented and growing, I reach to the leafy lips, I reach to the polish'd breasts of melons.
19 ÆäÀÌÁö - I celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you. I loafe and invite my soul, I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
246 ÆäÀÌÁö - The hermit withdrawn to himself, avoiding the settlements, Sings by himself a song.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 woulds't surely die).
23 ÆäÀÌÁö - Or I guess the grass is itself a child, the produced babe of the vegetation. Or I guess it is a uniform hieroglyphic, And it means, Sprouting alike in broad zones and narrow zones, Growing among black folks as among white, Kanuck, Tuckahoe, Congressman, Cuff, I give them the same, I receive them the same. And now it seems to me the beautiful uncut hair of graves...
186 ÆäÀÌÁö - Ninth-month midnight, Over the sterile sands and the fields beyond, where the child leaving his bed wander'd alone, bareheaded, barefoot, Down from the shower'd halo, ' 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 and fallings I heard, From under that yellow half-moon late-risen and swollen as if with tears, From...
50 ÆäÀÌÁö - Agonies are one of my changes of garments, I do not ask the wounded person how he feels, I myself become the wounded person, My hurts turn livid upon me as I lean on a cane and observe.
250 ÆäÀÌÁö - Then with the knowledge of death as walking one side of me, And the thought of death close-walking the other side of me, And I in the middle, as with companions, and as holding the hands of companions, I fled forth to the hiding receiving night, that talks not, Down to the shores of the water, the path by the swamp in the dimness, To the solemn shadowy cedars, and ghostly pines so still.
246 ÆäÀÌÁö - In the dooryard fronting an old farm-house near the whitewash'd palings, Stands the lilac-bush tall-growing with heart-shaped leaves of rich green, With many a pointed blossom rising delicate, with the perfume strong I love, With every leaf a miracle — and from this bush in the dooryard, With delicate-color'd blossoms and heart-shaped leaves of rich green, A sprig with its flower I break.