Leaves of Grass: Including Sands at Seventy, Good-bye My Fancy, Old Age Echoes, and A Backward Glance O'er Travel'd RoadsSmall, Maynard, 1897 - 455 pages |
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... FACE . I SAW IN LOUISIANA A LIVE - OAK GROWING TO A STRANGER . THIS MOMENT YEARNING AND THOUGHTFUL I HEAR IT WAS CHARGED Against Me . THE PRAIRIE - Grass DividING WHEN I PERUSE THE CONQUER'D FAME WE TWO BOYS TOGETHER CLINGING . A ...
... FACE . I SAW IN LOUISIANA A LIVE - OAK GROWING TO A STRANGER . THIS MOMENT YEARNING AND THOUGHTFUL I HEAR IT WAS CHARGED Against Me . THE PRAIRIE - Grass DividING WHEN I PERUSE THE CONQUER'D FAME WE TWO BOYS TOGETHER CLINGING . A ...
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... face , Leaving it to you to prove and define it , Expecting the main things from you . TO YOU . STRANGER , if you passing meet me and desire to speak to me , why should you not speak to me ? And why should I not speak to you ? THOU ...
... face , Leaving it to you to prove and define it , Expecting the main things from you . TO YOU . STRANGER , if you passing meet me and desire to speak to me , why should you not speak to me ? And why should I not speak to you ? THOU ...
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... faces ; And a song make I of the One form'd out of all , The fang'd and glittering One whose head is over all , Resolute warlike One including and over all , ( However high the head of any else that head is over all . ) I will ...
... faces ; And a song make I of the One form'd out of all , The fang'd and glittering One whose head is over all , Resolute warlike One including and over all , ( However high the head of any else that head is over all . ) I will ...
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... to yours , this the murmur of yearning , This the far - off depth and height reflecting my own face , This the thoughtful merge of myself , and the outlet again . Do you guess I have some intricate purpose ? Well SONG OF MYSELF . 43.
... to yours , this the murmur of yearning , This the far - off depth and height reflecting my own face , This the thoughtful merge of myself , and the outlet again . Do you guess I have some intricate purpose ? Well SONG OF MYSELF . 43.
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... face it shall be you ! You sweaty brooks and dews it shall be you ! Winds whose soft - tickling genitals rub against me it shall be you ! Broad muscular fields , branches of live oak , loving lounger in my winding paths , it shall be ...
... face it shall be you ! You sweaty brooks and dews it shall be you ! Winds whose soft - tickling genitals rub against me it shall be you ! Broad muscular fields , branches of live oak , loving lounger in my winding paths , it shall be ...
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Page 80 - Do I contradict myself? Very well then I contradict myself, (I am large, I contain multitudes.) I concentrate toward them that are nigh, I wait on the door-slab.
Page 31 - 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 257 - 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 35 - A child said What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands, How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more than he. I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven.
Page 50 - I speak the pass-word primeval, I give the sign of democracy, By God! I will accept nothing which all cannot have their counterpart of on the same terms.
Page 264 - 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 216 - WHEN I heard the learn'd astronomer, When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me. When I was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them, When I sitting heard the astronomer where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room, How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick, Till rising and gliding out I wander'd off by myself, In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time, Look'd up in perfect silence at the stars.
Page 198 - Up from the mystic play of shadows twining and twisting as if they were alive, Out from the patches of briers and blackberries, From the memories of the bird that chanted to me, From your memories sad brother, from the fitful risings...
Page 203 - O solitary me listening, never more shall I cease perpetuating you, Never more shall I escape, never more the reverberations, Never more the cries of unsatisfied love be absent from me, Never again leave me to be the peaceful child I was before what there in the night, By the sea under the yellow and sagging moon, The messenger there arous'd, the fire, the sweet hell within, The unknown want, the destiny of me.
Page 258 - Amid the grass in the fields each side of the lanes, passing the endless grass, Passing the yellow-spear'd wheat, every grain from its shroud in the dark-brown fields uprisen, Passing the apple-tree blows of white and pink in the orchards, Carrying a corpse to where it shall rest in the grave, Night and day journeys a coffin.