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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... HEROES . THERE WAS A CHILD WENT FORTH 264 276 • 277 278 282 OLD IRELAND 284 THE CITY DEAD - HOUSE 284 THIS COMPOST 285 TO A FOIL'D EUROPEAN REVOLUTIONAIRE . 287 UNNAMED LANDS 288 SONG OF PRUDENCE 289 AUTUMN RIVULETS . THE SINGER IN THE ...
... HEROES . THERE WAS A CHILD WENT FORTH 264 276 • 277 278 282 OLD IRELAND 284 THE CITY DEAD - HOUSE 284 THIS COMPOST 285 TO A FOIL'D EUROPEAN REVOLUTIONAIRE . 287 UNNAMED LANDS 288 SONG OF PRUDENCE 289 AUTUMN RIVULETS . THE SINGER IN THE ...
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... hero's toils , To fashion his eidolon . Of every human life , ( The units gather'd , posted , not a thought , emotion , deed , left out , ) The whole or large or small summ'd , added up , In its eidólon . The old , old urge , Based on ...
... hero's toils , To fashion his eidolon . Of every human life , ( The units gather'd , posted , not a thought , emotion , deed , left out , ) The whole or large or small summ'd , added up , In its eidólon . The old , old urge , Based on ...
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... hero , speaker , or general , One who should serve the good old cause , the great idea , the prog- ress and freedom of the race , Some brave confronter of despots , some daring rebel ; But I see that what I was reserving belongs to you ...
... hero , speaker , or general , One who should serve the good old cause , the great idea , the prog- ress and freedom of the race , Some brave confronter of despots , some daring rebel ; But I see that what I was reserving belongs to you ...
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... hero- ism upon land and sea , And I will report all heroism from an American point of view . I will sing the song of companionship , I will show what alone must finally compact these , I believe these are to found their own ideal of ...
... hero- ism upon land and sea , And I will report all heroism from an American point of view . I will sing the song of companionship , I will show what alone must finally compact these , I believe these are to found their own ideal of ...
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... heroes equal to the greatest heroes known ! 7 J. 19 This is the meal equally set , this the meat for natural hunger , It is for the wicked just the same as the righteous , I make appoint- ments with all , I will not have a single person ...
... heroes equal to the greatest heroes known ! 7 J. 19 This is the meal equally set , this the meat for natural hunger , It is for the wicked just the same as the righteous , I make appoint- ments with all , I will not have a single person ...
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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.