Leaves of GrassCopy is in a slip case, book has no covers. Inscribed "Transferred to the dear Graingers, in deep appreciation, from their friend Edith Simonds, April 1915, New York." |
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... eyes , With finger pointing to many immortal songs , And menacing voice , What singest thou ? it said , Know'st thou not there is but one theme for ever - enduring bards ? And that is the theme of War , the fortune of battles , The ...
... eyes , With finger pointing to many immortal songs , And menacing voice , What singest thou ? it said , Know'st thou not there is but one theme for ever - enduring bards ? And that is the theme of War , the fortune of battles , The ...
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... passing on in its turn , With faces turn'd sideways or backward towards me to listen , With eyes retrospective towards me . 3 Americanos ! conquerors ! marches humanitarian ! Foremost century STARTING FROM PAUMANOK . IG.
... passing on in its turn , With faces turn'd sideways or backward towards me to listen , With eyes retrospective towards me . 3 Americanos ! conquerors ! marches humanitarian ! Foremost century STARTING FROM PAUMANOK . IG.
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... eyes , and carry you with me the same as any . I will make the true poem of riches , To earn for the body and the mind whatever adheres and goes forward and is not dropt by death ; I will effuse egotism and show it underlying all , and ...
... eyes , and carry you with me the same as any . I will make the true poem of riches , To earn for the body and the mind whatever adheres and goes forward and is not dropt by death ; I will effuse egotism and show it underlying all , and ...
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... eyes of the dead , nor feed on the spectres in books , You shall not look through my eyes either , nor take things from me , You shall listen to all sides and filter them from your self . 3 I have heard what the talkers were talking ...
... eyes of the dead , nor feed on the spectres in books , You shall not look through my eyes either , nor take things from me , You shall listen to all sides and filter them from your self . 3 I have heard what the talkers were talking ...
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... eyes , That they turn from gazing after and down the road , And forthwith cipher and show me to a cent , Exactly the value of one and exactly the value of two , and which is ahead ? 4 Trippers and askers surround me , People I meet ...
... eyes , That they turn from gazing after and down the road , And forthwith cipher and show me to a cent , Exactly the value of one and exactly the value of two , and which is ahead ? 4 Trippers and askers surround me , People I meet ...
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Popular passages
Page 45 - I exist as I am, that is enough, If no other in the world be aware I sit content, And if each and all be aware I sit content. One world is aware and by far the largest to me, and that is myself, And whether I come to my own to-day or in ten thousand or ten million years, I can cheerfully take it now, or with equal cheerfulness I can wait. My foothold is tenon'd and mortis'd in granite, I laugh at what you call dissolution, And I know the amplitude of time.
Page 76 - 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 45 - 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 255 - In the dooryard fronting an old farm-house near the white-wash'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.
Page 198 - Soothe! soothe! soothe! Close on its wave soothes the wave behind, And again another behind embracing and lapping, every one close; But my love soothes not me, not me. Low hangs the moon, it rose late, It is lagging — OI think it is heavy with love} with love.
Page 17 - ... 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 ploughboy's on his way in the morning, or at noon intermission or at sundown, The delicious singing of the mother, or of the young wife at work, or of the girl sewing or washing, Each singing what belongs to him or her and to none else...
Page 259 - Limitless out of the dusk, out of the cedars and pines. Sing on dearest brother, warble your reedy song, Loud human song, with voice of uttermost woe.
Page 34 - What do you think has become of the young and old men? And what do you think has become of the women and children? They are alive and well somewhere, The smallest sprout shows there is really no death...
Page 77 - 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 261 - From me to thee glad serenades, Dances for thee I propose saluting thee, adornments and feastings for thee, And the sights of the open landscape and the high-spread sky are fitting, And life and the fields, and the huge and thoughtful night. The night in silence under many a star, The ocean shore and the husky whispering wave whose voice I know, And the soul turning to thee O vast and well-veil'd death, And the body gratefully nestling close to thee.