Selections from the Prose and Poetry of Walt WhitmanSmall, Maynard & Company, 1898 - 257 pages |
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... light or storm does . " He fed upon the people as bees upon flowers . L. N. Fowler , the phrenologist , told him , “ You are one of the friendliest men in the world , and your happiness is greatly dependent upon your social relations ...
... light or storm does . " He fed upon the people as bees upon flowers . L. N. Fowler , the phrenologist , told him , “ You are one of the friendliest men in the world , and your happiness is greatly dependent upon your social relations ...
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... light and shade — just the place for my July sun - baths and water - baths too - but mainly the inimitable soft sound - gurgles of it , as I sit there hot afternoons . How they and all grow into me , day after day - every- thing in ...
... light and shade — just the place for my July sun - baths and water - baths too - but mainly the inimitable soft sound - gurgles of it , as I sit there hot afternoons . How they and all grow into me , day after day - every- thing in ...
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... light and shade — the quawk of some pond duck- ( the crickets and grasshop- pers are mute in the noon heat , but I hear the song of the first cicadas ; ) then at some distance the rattle and whirr of a reaping machine as the horses draw ...
... light and shade — the quawk of some pond duck- ( the crickets and grasshop- pers are mute in the noon heat , but I hear the song of the first cicadas ; ) then at some distance the rattle and whirr of a reaping machine as the horses draw ...
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... light of the noonday sun , and swarms of flitting insects with the harsh cawing of many crows a hundred rods away - here I sit in solitude , absorbing , enjoying all . The corn , stack'd in its cone - shaped stacks , russet - color'd ...
... light of the noonday sun , and swarms of flitting insects with the harsh cawing of many crows a hundred rods away - here I sit in solitude , absorbing , enjoying all . The corn , stack'd in its cone - shaped stacks , russet - color'd ...
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... lights , different seasons , differ- ent hours of the day the lines of the far horizon where the faint - tinged edge of ... light yellow of the beeches . A WINTER DAY ON THE SEA - BEACH The attractions , fascinations there are in sea and ...
... lights , different seasons , differ- ent hours of the day the lines of the far horizon where the faint - tinged edge of ... light yellow of the beeches . A WINTER DAY ON THE SEA - BEACH The attractions , fascinations there are in sea and ...
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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.