Selections from the Prose and Poetry of Walt WhitmanSmall, Maynard, 1898 - 257 pages |
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... poems the effort has been made to preserve , in the character and arrangement of the pieces , the unitary concep- tions which determined the architectonics of the last edition of Leaves of Grass . One or two letters have been added from ...
... poems the effort has been made to preserve , in the character and arrangement of the pieces , the unitary concep- tions which determined the architectonics of the last edition of Leaves of Grass . One or two letters have been added from ...
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... poems came out in 1856 , and the third in 1860. In 1862 he went to the field of war , and engaged as a volunteer nurse in the hospital service . At the close of the war in 1865 he became a clerk in the office of the Secretary of the ...
... poems came out in 1856 , and the third in 1860. In 1862 he went to the field of war , and engaged as a volunteer nurse in the hospital service . At the close of the war in 1865 he became a clerk in the office of the Secretary of the ...
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... poems and prose , appeared in 1888. The ninth edition of the Leaves and the com- plete prose writings were published in one volume in 1888-89 . In 1889 a special autograph edition of the poems was made up . Good Bye my Fancy came out in ...
... poems and prose , appeared in 1888. The ninth edition of the Leaves and the com- plete prose writings were published in one volume in 1888-89 . In 1889 a special autograph edition of the poems was made up . Good Bye my Fancy came out in ...
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... poem . The portrait facing the Song of Myself is , as Whitman said to his publisher , involved as part of the poem ... poems , passages referring to himself- as the lines in the Song of the Broad - axe descriptive of his own shape were ...
... poem . The portrait facing the Song of Myself is , as Whitman said to his publisher , involved as part of the poem ... poems , passages referring to himself- as the lines in the Song of the Broad - axe descriptive of his own shape were ...
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... poem on Faces : Behold a woman ! - She looks out from her quaker cap , her face is clearer and more beautiful than the sky . She sits in an armchair under the shaded porch of the farmhouse , The sun just shines on her old white head ...
... poem on Faces : Behold a woman ! - She looks out from her quaker cap , her face is clearer and more beautiful than the sky . She sits in an armchair under the shaded porch of the farmhouse , The sun just shines on her old white head ...
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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...