Selections from the Prose and Poetry of Walt WhitmanSmall, Maynard & Company, 1898 - 257 pages |
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... Look Out . 164 A Farm Picture • 164 The Runner 164 DRUM - TAPS Hast never come to thee an Hour Song of the Banner at Daybreak . Rise O Days from your Fathomless Deeps Cavalry crossing a Ford Bivouac on a Mountain Side 165 165 166 169 ...
... Look Out . 164 A Farm Picture • 164 The Runner 164 DRUM - TAPS Hast never come to thee an Hour Song of the Banner at Daybreak . Rise O Days from your Fathomless Deeps Cavalry crossing a Ford Bivouac on a Mountain Side 165 165 166 169 ...
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... 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 . Her ample gown is of cream - hued linen ...
... 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 . Her ample gown is of cream - hued linen ...
Page xix
... look at you for a min- ute and show myself face to face ; which is probably the best I can do . But I have felt no command to make a speech ; and shall not therefore attempt any . " VI Up to the age of twenty Whitman's environment was ...
... look at you for a min- ute and show myself face to face ; which is probably the best I can do . But I have felt no command to make a speech ; and shall not therefore attempt any . " VI Up to the age of twenty Whitman's environment was ...
Page xx
... look . The very young darkies could be seen , a swarm of them , toward sundown , in the kitchen , squatted in a circle on the floor , eating their supper of Indian pudding and milk . In the house , and in food and furni- ture , all was ...
... look . The very young darkies could be seen , a swarm of them , toward sundown , in the kitchen , squatted in a circle on the floor , eating their supper of Indian pudding and milk . In the house , and in food and furni- ture , all was ...
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... look , turning his face very slightly to gaze easier , one long clear silent look , - 999 - - a slight sigh , then turned back and went INTRODUCTION xxxi.
... look , turning his face very slightly to gaze easier , one long clear silent look , - 999 - - a slight sigh , then turned back and went INTRODUCTION xxxi.
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Page 185 - 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.
Page 176 - WHEN lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd, And the great star early droop'd in the western sky in the night, I mourn'd, and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring.
Page 109 - I am the poet of the woman the same as the man, And I say it is as great to be a woman as to be a man, And I say there is nothing greater than the mother of men.
Page 182 - And the charm of the carol rapt me, As I held as if by their hands my comrades in the night, And the voice of my spirit tallied the song of the bird.
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 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, I loafe and invite my soul, I lean and loafe at,fhy ease observing a spear of summer grass.
Page 155 - Cautiously peering, absorbing, translating. Shine! shine! shine! Pour down your warmth, great sun! While we bask, we two together. Two together! Winds blow south, or winds blow north, Day come white, or night come black, Home, or rivers and mountains from home, Singing all time, minding no time, While we two keep together.
Page 119 - Why should I wish to see God better than this day? I see something of God each hour of the twenty-four, and each moment then, In the faces of men and women I see God, and in my own face in the glass...
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...
Page 117 - I have no chair, no church, no philosophy, I lead no man to a dinner-table, library, exchange, But each man and each woman of you I lead upon a knoll, My left hand hooking you round the waist, My right hand pointing to landscapes of continents and the public road. Not I, not any one else can travel that road for you, You must travel it for yourself.