Leaves of GrassD. McKay, 1883 - 382페이지 |
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... sleep no more but arise , You oceans that have been calm within me ! how I feel you , fathom- less , stirring , preparing unprecedented waves and storms . 18 See , steamers steaming through my poems , See , in my poems immigrants ...
... sleep no more but arise , You oceans that have been calm within me ! how I feel you , fathom- less , stirring , preparing unprecedented waves and storms . 18 See , steamers steaming through my poems , See , in my poems immigrants ...
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... sleeps at my side through the night , and withdraws at the peep of the day with stealthy tread , Leaving me baskets cover'd with white towels swelling the house with their plenty , Shall I postpone my acceptation and realization and ...
... sleeps at my side through the night , and withdraws at the peep of the day with stealthy tread , Leaving me baskets cover'd with white towels swelling the house with their plenty , Shall I postpone my acceptation and realization and ...
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... to me , nor stale nor discarded , I see through the broadcloth and gingham whether or no , And am around , tenacious , acquisitive , tireless , and cannot be shaken away . 8 The little one sleeps in its cradle , I 34 LEAVES OF GRASS .
... to me , nor stale nor discarded , I see through the broadcloth and gingham whether or no , And am around , tenacious , acquisitive , tireless , and cannot be shaken away . 8 The little one sleeps in its cradle , I 34 LEAVES OF GRASS .
35 페이지
Walt Whitman. 8 The little one sleeps in its cradle , I lift the gauze and look a long time , and silently brush away flies with my hand . The youngster and the red - faced girl turn aside up the bushy hill , I peeringly view them from ...
Walt Whitman. 8 The little one sleeps in its cradle , I lift the gauze and look a long time , and silently brush away flies with my hand . The youngster and the red - faced girl turn aside up the bushy hill , I peeringly view them from ...
39 페이지
... sleep with them week in and week out . What is commonest , cheapest , nearest , easiest , is Me , Me going in for my chances , spending for vast returns , Adorning myself to bestow myself on the first that will take me , Not asking the ...
... sleep with them week in and week out . What is commonest , cheapest , nearest , easiest , is Me , Me going in for my chances , spending for vast returns , Adorning myself to bestow myself on the first that will take me , Not asking the ...
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America amid arms Assyria beautiful behold blood blow blue-fish body breast breath CALIFORNIA song calm chant clouds comrades crowd dark dead dear death debouch divine Dondra head dream earth eidolons eyes face fill'd float forever give grass hand head hear heard heart henceforth hold immortal Journeyers Kanada land leaves LEAVES of GRASS Libertad light living LONG AMERICA look look'd lovers maize Manhattan moon mother mountains never night old cause pass pass'd Passage to India peace pennant perfect persons Pioneers poems poet post-and-rail fences race rest rise river sail shape ship shore silent sing singers skald sleep soldiers songs soul sound spirit stand stars Strains musical strong sweet thee things thou thought to-day trees voice wait walk Walt Whitman waves whoever wild wind woman women woods words young
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68 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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.