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... word Democratic , the word En - Masse . Of physiology from top to toe I sing , Not physiognomy alone nor brain alone is worthy for the Muse , I say the Form complete is worthier far , The Female equally with the Male I sing . Of Life ...
... word Democratic , the word En - Masse . Of physiology from top to toe I sing , Not physiognomy alone nor brain alone is worthy for the Muse , I say the Form complete is worthier far , The Female equally with the Male I sing . Of Life ...
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... words of my book nothing , the drift of it every thing , A book separate , not link'd with the rest nor felt by the intellect , But you ye untold latencies will thrill to every page . POETS TO COME . POETS to come ! orators ...
... words of my book nothing , the drift of it every thing , A book separate , not link'd with the rest nor felt by the intellect , But you ye untold latencies will thrill to every page . POETS TO COME . POETS to come ! orators ...
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... words for the future , I but advance a moment only to wheel and hurry back in the darkness . I am a man who , sauntering along without fully stopping , turns a casual look upon you and then averts his face , Leaving it to you to prove ...
... words for the future , I but advance a moment only to wheel and hurry back in the darkness . I am a man who , sauntering along without fully stopping , turns a casual look upon you and then averts his face , Leaving it to you to prove ...
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... word , I am their poet also , But behold ! such swiftly subside , burnt up for religion's sake , For not all matter is fuel to heat , impalpable flame , the essential life of the earth , Any more than such are to religion . 9 What do ...
... word , I am their poet also , But behold ! such swiftly subside , burnt up for religion's sake , For not all matter is fuel to heat , impalpable flame , the essential life of the earth , Any more than such are to religion . 9 What do ...
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... words , words to Democracy's lands . Interlik'd , food - yielding lands ! Land of coal and iron ! land of gold ! land of cotton , sugar , rice ! Land of wheat , beef , pork ! land of wool and hemp ! land of the apple and the grape ...
... words , words to Democracy's lands . Interlik'd , food - yielding lands ! Land of coal and iron ! land of gold ! land of cotton , sugar , rice ! Land of wheat , beef , pork ! land of wool and hemp ! land of the apple and the grape ...
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Page 68 - 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 67 - And as to you, Corpse, I think you are good manure, but that does not offend me, I smell the white roses sweet-scented and growing, I reach to the leafy lips, I reach to the polish'd breasts of melons.
Page 19 - 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 my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
Page 246 - 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 woulds't surely die).
Page 23 - 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. And now it seems to me the beautiful uncut hair of graves...
Page 186 - Ninth-month midnight, Over the sterile sands and the fields beyond, where the child leaving his bed wander'd alone, bareheaded, barefoot, Down from the shower'd halo, ' 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 and fallings I heard, From under that yellow half-moon late-risen and swollen as if with tears, From...
Page 50 - Agonies are one of my changes of garments, I do not ask the wounded person how he feels, I myself become the wounded person, My hurts turn livid upon me as I lean on a cane and observe.
Page 250 - Then with the knowledge of death as walking one side of me, And the thought of death close-walking the other side of me, And I in the middle, as with companions, and as holding the hands of companions, I fled forth to the hiding receiving night, that talks not, Down to the shores of the water, the path by the swamp in the dimness, To the solemn shadowy cedars, and ghostly pines so still.
Page 246 - In the dooryard fronting an old farm-house near the whitewash'd palings, Stands the lilac-bush tall-growing with heart-shaped leaves of rich green, With many a pointed blossom rising delicate, with the perfume strong I love, With every leaf a miracle — and from this bush in the dooryard, With delicate-color'd blossoms and heart-shaped leaves of rich green, A sprig with its flower I break.