PoemsJohn Camden Hotten, Piccadilly, 1868 - 403 pages |
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... Law , which severed him from the Democratic party . His first con- siderable work was the Leaves of Grass . He began it in 1853 , and it underwent two or three complete re- writings prior to its publication at Brooklyn in 1855 , in a ...
... Law , which severed him from the Democratic party . His first con- siderable work was the Leaves of Grass . He began it in 1853 , and it underwent two or three complete re- writings prior to its publication at Brooklyn in 1855 , in a ...
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... laws , and bud from them as unerringly and loosely as lilacs or roses on a bush , and take shapes as compact as the shapes of chest- nuts and oranges and melons and pears , and shed the perfume impalpable to form . The fluency and ...
... laws , and bud from them as unerringly and loosely as lilacs or roses on a bush , and take shapes as compact as the shapes of chest- nuts and oranges and melons and pears , and shed the perfume impalpable to form . The fluency and ...
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... law of perfection in masses and floods — that its finish is to each for itself and onward from itself — that it is profuse and impartial — that there is not a minute of the light or dark , nor an acre of the earth or sea , without it ...
... law of perfection in masses and floods — that its finish is to each for itself and onward from itself — that it is profuse and impartial — that there is not a minute of the light or dark , nor an acre of the earth or sea , without it ...
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... laws that pursue and follow time . What is the purpose must surely be there , and the clue of it must be there ; and the faintest indication is the indication of the best , and then becomes the clearest indication . Past and present and ...
... laws that pursue and follow time . What is the purpose must surely be there , and the clue of it must be there ; and the faintest indication is the indication of the best , and then becomes the clearest indication . Past and present and ...
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... laws enclose all they are sufficient for any case and for all cases — none to be hurried or retarded — any miracle ... laws of light and of astronomical motion — or less than the laws that follow the thief , the liar , the glutton , and ...
... laws enclose all they are sufficient for any case and for all cases — none to be hurried or retarded — any miracle ... laws of light and of astronomical motion — or less than the laws that follow the thief , the liar , the glutton , and ...
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Page 308 - 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.
Page 311 - 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.
Page 311 - 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!
Page 312 - My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will...
Page 234 - 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.
Page 309 - 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...
Page 239 - 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.
Page 302 - 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...
Page 241 - 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...
Page 300 - 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...