Gems from Walt WhitmanD. McKay, 1889 - 58 pages |
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... entering nature's shrine and seeing there no wrong , Made willing haste to free the world cant - held so long . Clad in the robe of truth by strong conviction wrought , Thou wast as true to self as nature . Thy rhythm is the rhythm of ...
... entering nature's shrine and seeing there no wrong , Made willing haste to free the world cant - held so long . Clad in the robe of truth by strong conviction wrought , Thou wast as true to self as nature . Thy rhythm is the rhythm of ...
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... entered a printing office to learn type - setting , but after some three years gave this up for school - teaching , in which he was occupied for nearly another three years . His next venture was a weekly paper , The Long Islander ...
... entered a printing office to learn type - setting , but after some three years gave this up for school - teaching , in which he was occupied for nearly another three years . His next venture was a weekly paper , The Long Islander ...
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... entered into relations with his present publisher , David McKay , who had lately succeeded to the business of Rees , Welsh & Co. In this year Mr. McKay brought out for him the eighth edition of " Leaves of Grass , " as also the first ...
... entered into relations with his present publisher , David McKay , who had lately succeeded to the business of Rees , Welsh & Co. In this year Mr. McKay brought out for him the eighth edition of " Leaves of Grass , " as also the first ...
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... ahead still entering and dividing , No balk retarding , no anchor anchoring , on no rock striking , Swift , glad , content , unbereav'd , nothing losing , Of all able and ready at any time to give GEMS FROM WALT WHITMAN . 23.
... ahead still entering and dividing , No balk retarding , no anchor anchoring , on no rock striking , Swift , glad , content , unbereav'd , nothing losing , Of all able and ready at any time to give GEMS FROM WALT WHITMAN . 23.
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... Entering thy sovereign , dim , illimitable 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 ...
... Entering thy sovereign , dim , illimitable 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 ...
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Page 46 - 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 36 - O how shall I warble myself for the dead one there I loved? And how shall I deck my song for the large sweet soul that has gone? And what shall my perfume be for the grave of him I love?
Page 36 - 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. My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will, The ship is...
Page 26 - 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 28 - Smile O voluptuous cool-breath'd earth! Earth of the slumbering and liquid trees! Earth of departed sunset — earth of the mountains misty-topt! Earth of the vitreous pour of the full moon just tinged with blue! Earth of shine and dark mottling the tide of the river! Earth of the limpid gray of clouds brighter and clearer for my sake! Far-swooping elbow'd earth — rich apple-blossom'd earth! Smile, for your lover comes.
Page 16 - Thou transcendent, Nameless, the fibre and the breath, Light of the light, shedding forth universes, thou centre of them, Thou mightier centre of the true, the good, the loving, Thou moral, spiritual fountain— affection's source— thou reservoir, (O pensive soul of me— O thirst unsatisfied— waitest not there? Waitest not haply for us somewhere there the Comrade perfect...
Page 35 - 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 15 - O soul, repressless, I with thee and thou with me, Thy circumnavigation of the world begin, Of man, the voyage of his mind's return, To reason's early paradise, Back, back to wisdom's birth, to innocent intuitions, Again with fair creation.
Page 44 - 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 41 - 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 soiled world...