Leaves of Grass: Including a Fac-simile Autobiography, Variorum Readings of the Poems and a Department of Gathered LeavesD. McKay, 1900 - 526 pages |
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... blood , form'd from this soil , this air , Born here of parents born here , ' from parents the same , and their parents the same , I , now thirty - six years old , in perfect health , begin , Hoping to cease not till death . Creeds and ...
... blood , form'd from this soil , this air , Born here of parents born here , ' from parents the same , and their parents the same , I , now thirty - six years old , in perfect health , begin , Hoping to cease not till death . Creeds and ...
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... blood and air through my lungs ; The sniff of green leaves and dry leaves , and of the shore , and dark - color'd sea - rocks , and of hay in the barn ; The sound of the belch'd words of my voice , words loos'd to the eddies of the wind ...
... blood and air through my lungs ; The sniff of green leaves and dry leaves , and of the shore , and dark - color'd sea - rocks , and of hay in the barn ; The sound of the belch'd words of my voice , words loos'd to the eddies of the wind ...
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... blood ! Your milky stream , pale strippings of my life . Breast that presses against other breasts , it shall be you ! My brain , it shall be your occult convolutions . 530 Root of wash'd sweet flag ! timorous pond - snipe ! nest of ...
... blood ! Your milky stream , pale strippings of my life . Breast that presses against other breasts , it shall be you ! My brain , it shall be your occult convolutions . 530 Root of wash'd sweet flag ! timorous pond - snipe ! nest of ...
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... blood playing out lightning to strike what is hardly different from myself ; On all sides prurient provokers stiffening my limbs , Straining the udder of my heart for its withheld drip , Behaving licentious toward me , taking no denial ...
... blood playing out lightning to strike what is hardly different from myself ; On all sides prurient provokers stiffening my limbs , Straining the udder of my heart for its withheld drip , Behaving licentious toward me , taking no denial ...
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... blood of four hundred and twelve young men.5 Retreating , they had form'd in a hollow square , with their bag- gage ... blood , " etc. " Hear now the tale of the murder in cold blood , " etc. Large , turbulent , generous , handsome ...
... blood of four hundred and twelve young men.5 Retreating , they had form'd in a hollow square , with their bag- gage ... blood , " etc. " Hear now the tale of the murder in cold blood , " etc. Large , turbulent , generous , handsome ...
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1856 under title 56 read 60 read added in Songs America amid arms bards beautiful behold blood body breast breath chant comrades crowd dark dead dear death divine dream Drum earth Eidolons eyes face fill'd forever give ground hand head hear henceforth immortal islands Journeyers Kanada land leaves LEAVES OF GRASS Lilacs living look look'd lovers Manhattan Mannahatta mother mountains never night pass pass'd Passage to India peace pennant perfect persons phrenology Pioneers poems poets published in 1860 published in Drum-Taps race rest rise river sail ships shore silent sing singers sleep soldiers Soul sound stand stars strong swear sweet thee things thou thought to-day voice Wacho waits walk Walt Whitman waves whoever wind woman women woods words young ΙΟ
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Page 92 - 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 doorslab.
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 35 - 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 the men ever born are also my brothers, and the women my sisters and lovers, And that a kelson of the creation is love...
Page 375 - 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. O Captain ! my Captain...
Page 235 - THERE was a child went forth every day, And the first object he look'd upon, that object he became, And that object became part of him for the day or a certain part of the day, Or for many years or stretching cycles of years.
Page 196 - I HEAR America singing, the varied carols I hear, Those of mechanics, each one singing his as it should be blithe and strong, The carpenter singing his as he measures his plank or beam, The mason singing his as he makes ready for work, or leaves off work, The boatman singing what belongs to him in his boat, the deckhand singing on the steamboat deck, The shoemaker singing as he sits on his bench, the hatter singing as he stands, The wood-cutter's song, the...
Page 368 - States themselves as of crape-veil'd women standing, With processions long and winding and the flambeaus of the night, With the countless torches lit, with the silent sea of faces and the unbared heads, With the waiting depot, the arriving coffin, and the...
Page 85 - Cycles ferried my cradle, rowing and rowing like cheerful boatmen, For room to me stars kept aside in their own rings, They sent influences to look after what was to hold me. Before I was born out of my mother generations guided me, My embryo has never been torpid, nothing could overlay it. For it the nebula cohered to an orb, The long slow strata piled to rest it on, Vast vegetables gave it sustenance, Monstrous sauroids transported it in their mouths and deposited it with care. \ All forces have...
Page 92 - Perhaps I might tell more. Outlines ! I plead for my brothers and sisters. Do you see O my brothers and sisters? It is not chaos or death — it is form, union, plan — it is eternal life — it is Happiness.
Page 375 - Passing, I leave thee lilac with heart-shaped leaves, I leave thee there in the door-yard, blooming, returning with spring.