Leaves of Grass (1) & Democratic VistasJ. M. Dent & sons, Limited, 1916 - 359 Seiten |
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America amid arms Assyria bards beautiful behold black ships blood body breast breath Brooklyn chant cities comrades crowd dark dead dear death debouch democracy divine drest earth eidólons ERNEST RHYS esthetic eternal eyes face faith fall feudal fields fill'd give grass hand head hear heard hold human immortal Journeyers Kanada land leaves Leaves of Grass literature living look look'd lovers Manhattan moon mother mountains nation never night ocean old cause pass pass'd past peace pennant perfect persons Pioneers poems poets politics present race religion rest rise rivers sail shape ship shore silent silent sun sing sleep soldiers song soul sound spirit square miles stand stars sweet thee things thou thought to-day vast Vistas voice wait walk Walt Walt Whitman waves Whitman whoever wind woman women woods words WOUND-DRESSER young
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Seite 279 - Prais'd 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. 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.
Seite 28 - Or I guess the grass is itself a child, the produced babe of the vegetation. Or I guess it is a uniform hieroglyphic, And it means, Sprouting alike in broad zones and narrow zones, Growing among black folks as among white, Kanuck, Tuckahoe, Congressman, Cuff, I give them the same, I receive them the same.
Seite 279 - 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 deliveress, When it is so, when thou hast taken them, I joyously sing the dead, Lost in the loving floating ocean of thee, Laved in the flood of thy bliss, O death.
Seite 24 - Houses and rooms are full of perfumes, the shelves are crowded with perfumes, I breathe the fragrance myself and know it and like it, The distillation would intoxicate me also, but I shall not let it. The atmosphere is not a perfume, it has no taste of the distillation, it is odorless, It is for my mouth forever, I am in love with it, I will go to the bank by the wood and become undisguised and naked, I am mad for it to be in contact with me.
Seite 24 - I CELEBRATE myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
Seite 135 - On the neighboring shore, the fires from the foundry chimneys burning high and glaringly into the night, Casting their flicker of black contrasted with wild red and yellow light over the tops of houses, and down into the clefts of streets.
Seite 69 - Rise after rise bow the phantoms behind me, Afar down I see the huge first Nothing, I know I was even there, I waited unseen and always, and slept through the lethargic mist, And took my time, and took no hurt from the fetid carbon.
Seite 289 - Of all mankind the great poet is the equable man. Not in him but off from him things are grotesque or eccentric or fail of their sanity.
Seite 197 - Not for delectations sweet, Not the cushion and the slipper, not the peaceful and the studious, Not the riches safe and palling, not for us the tame enjoyment, Pioneers! O pioneers!
Seite 213 - With this just-sustain' d note I announce myself to you, This gentle call is for you my love, for you. Do not be decoy' d elsewhere, That is the whistle of the wind, it is not my voice, That is the fluttering, the fluttering of the spray, Those are the shadows of leaves.