PoemsJohn Camden Hotten, Piccadilly, 1868 - 403ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... earth " . -an assertion which one must take as one finds it , having neither confirmatory nor traversing evidence at hand . Whitman has light blue eyes , a florid complexion , a fleecy beard now grey , and a quite peculiar sort of ...
... earth " . -an assertion which one must take as one finds it , having neither confirmatory nor traversing evidence at hand . Whitman has light blue eyes , a florid complexion , a fleecy beard now grey , and a quite peculiar sort of ...
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... earth upon which he rested that he seemed almost enough a part of it for one to pass by without recognition . I approached him , gave my name and reason for searching him out , and asked him if he did not find the sun rather hot . ' Not ...
... earth upon which he rested that he seemed almost enough a part of it for one to pass by without recognition . I approached him , gave my name and reason for searching him out , and asked him if he did not find the sun rather hot . ' Not ...
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... earth ; and , in his own American hemisphere , the uttermost avatars of democracy will confess him not more their announcer than their inspirer . W. M. Rossetti . PREFACE TO LEAVES OF GRASS . A MERICA does not PREFATORY NOTICE . 27.
... earth ; and , in his own American hemisphere , the uttermost avatars of democracy will confess him not more their announcer than their inspirer . W. M. Rossetti . PREFACE TO LEAVES OF GRASS . A MERICA does not PREFATORY NOTICE . 27.
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... earth , have probably the fullest poetical Nature . The United States themselves are essentially the greatest poem . In the history of the earth hitherto the largest and most stirring appear tame and orderly to their ampler largeness ...
... earth , have probably the fullest poetical Nature . The United States themselves are essentially the greatest poem . In the history of the earth hitherto the largest and most stirring appear tame and orderly to their ampler largeness ...
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... earth , and all reasoning . What is mar- vellous ? what is unlikely ? what is impossible or baseless or vague ? after you have once just opened the space of a peachpit , and given audience to far and near and to the sunset , and had all ...
... earth , and all reasoning . What is mar- vellous ? what is unlikely ? what is impossible or baseless or vague ? after you have once just opened the space of a peachpit , and given audience to far and near and to the sunset , and had all ...
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308 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
311 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
311 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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!
312 ÆäÀÌÁö - My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will...
234 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
309 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
239 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
302 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
241 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
300 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...