Selections from the Prose and Poetry of Walt WhitmanSmall, Maynard, 1898 - 257 pages |
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... ground of being the author of " an indecent book , " but was at once given a place in the office of the Attorney- General , which he kept till his illness in 1873. In 1865 ( 1866 ) he published Drum - Taps and other poems , including ...
... ground of being the author of " an indecent book , " but was at once given a place in the office of the Attorney- General , which he kept till his illness in 1873. In 1865 ( 1866 ) he published Drum - Taps and other poems , including ...
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... ground , on the home farm , con- tains perhaps fifty stones , uninscribed as was the Quaker custom . The Whitman line is described as a long - lived race , large of stature , slow of movement , sturdy and friendly of nature . They ...
... ground , on the home farm , con- tains perhaps fifty stones , uninscribed as was the Quaker custom . The Whitman line is described as a long - lived race , large of stature , slow of movement , sturdy and friendly of nature . They ...
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... grounds , To memories of my mother , to the divine blending , maternity , To her , buried and gone , yet buried not , gone not from me , ( I see again the calm benignant face fresh and beautiful still , I sit by the form in the coffin ...
... grounds , To memories of my mother , to the divine blending , maternity , To her , buried and gone , yet buried not , gone not from me , ( I see again the calm benignant face fresh and beautiful still , I sit by the form in the coffin ...
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... ground in the fane of his mind . Whatever the answer might have been , now I know that the peasant sturdiness of that landscape , its downright lines , its large sweeps , its lack of set forms , created the mould into which his later ...
... ground in the fane of his mind . Whatever the answer might have been , now I know that the peasant sturdiness of that landscape , its downright lines , its large sweeps , its lack of set forms , created the mould into which his later ...
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... ground than that it was the product of what we call genius , " or " inspiration . " 66 IX This In 1862 Whitman , on hearing that his brother George had been wounded at Fredericksburg , started for the army camp , then on the ...
... ground than that it was the product of what we call genius , " or " inspiration . " 66 IX This In 1862 Whitman , on hearing that his brother George had been wounded at Fredericksburg , started for the army camp , then on the ...
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Page 105 - How you settled your head athwart my hips and gently turn'd over upon me, And parted the shirt from my bosom-bone, and plunged your tongue to my bare-stript heart, And reach'd till you felt my beard, and reach'd till you held my feet. Swiftly arose and spread around me the peace and knowledge that pass all the argument of the earth...
Page 110 - I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journeywork of the stars, And the pismire is equally perfect, and a grain of sand, and the egg of the wren, And the tree-toad is a...
Page 184 - O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN! O CAPTAIN ! my Captain ! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weathered 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.
Page 118 - I have said that the soul is not more than the body, And I have said that the body is not more than the soul, And nothing, not God, is greater to one than one's self is, And whoever walks a furlong without sympathy walks to his own funeral drest in his shroud...
Page 182 - 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. Prais'd 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.
Page 156 - Loud! loud! loud! Loud I call to you, my love! High and clear I shoot my voice over the waves, Surely you must know who is here, is here, You must know who I am, my love.
Page 104 - I celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
Page 180 - Limitless out of the dusk, out of the cedars and pines. Sing on dearest brother, warble your reedy song, Loud human song, with voice of uttermost woe.
Page 182 - From me to thee glad serenades, Dances for thee I propose saluting thee, adornments and feastings for thee, And the sights of the open landscape and the high-spread sky are fitting, And life and the fields, and the huge and thoughtful night...
Page xxix - Swiftly arose and spread around me the peace and knowledge that pass all the argument of the earth, And I know that the hand of God is the promise of my own, And I know that the spirit of God is the brother of my own, And that all men ever born are also my brothers, and the women my sisters and lovers, And that a kelson of the creation is love...