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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... MOTHER AND BABE THOUGHT VISOR'D THOUGHT GLIDING O'ER ALL HAST NEVER COME TO THEE AN HOUR THOUGHT TO OLD AGE . LOCATIONS AND TIMES OFFERINGS · TO IDENTIFY THE 16TH , 17TH OR 18TH PRESIDENTIAD DRUM - TAPS . FIRST O SONGS FOR A PRELUDE ...
... MOTHER AND BABE THOUGHT VISOR'D THOUGHT GLIDING O'ER ALL HAST NEVER COME TO THEE AN HOUR THOUGHT TO OLD AGE . LOCATIONS AND TIMES OFFERINGS · TO IDENTIFY THE 16TH , 17TH OR 18TH PRESIDENTIAD DRUM - TAPS . FIRST O SONGS FOR A PRELUDE ...
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... ALWAYS DYING 343 TO ONE SHORTLY TO DIE 344 NIGHT ON THE PRAIRIES 344 THOUGHT 344 THE LAST INVOCATION 345 AS I WATCH'D THE PLOUGHMAN PLOUGHING 346 PENSIVE AND FALTERING . 346 346 ALL IS TRUTH THOU MOTHER WITH THY EQUAL BROOD A CONTENTS . 5.
... ALWAYS DYING 343 TO ONE SHORTLY TO DIE 344 NIGHT ON THE PRAIRIES 344 THOUGHT 344 THE LAST INVOCATION 345 AS I WATCH'D THE PLOUGHMAN PLOUGHING 346 PENSIVE AND FALTERING . 346 346 ALL IS TRUTH THOU MOTHER WITH THY EQUAL BROOD A CONTENTS . 5.
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Walt Whitman. ALL IS TRUTH THOU MOTHER WITH THY EQUAL BROOD A PAUMANOK PICTURE FROM NOON TO STARRY NIGHT . THOU ORB ALOFT FULL - DAZZLING FACES · THE MYSTIC TRUMPETER · TO A LOCOMOTIVE IN WINTER O MAGNET - SOUTH . MANNAHATTA PAGE • 346 ...
Walt Whitman. ALL IS TRUTH THOU MOTHER WITH THY EQUAL BROOD A PAUMANOK PICTURE FROM NOON TO STARRY NIGHT . THOU ORB ALOFT FULL - DAZZLING FACES · THE MYSTIC TRUMPETER · TO A LOCOMOTIVE IN WINTER O MAGNET - SOUTH . MANNAHATTA PAGE • 346 ...
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... mother , cr 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 , The day what belongs to the day — at night the party of young fellows , robust , friendly , Singing ...
... mother , cr 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 , The day what belongs to the day — at night the party of young fellows , robust , friendly , Singing ...
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... mother , After roaming many lands , lover of populous pavements , Dweller in Mannahatta my city , or on southern savannas , Or a soldier camp'd or carrying my knapsack and gun , or a miner in California , Or rude in my home in Dakota's ...
... mother , After roaming many lands , lover of populous pavements , Dweller in Mannahatta my city , or on southern savannas , Or a soldier camp'd or carrying my knapsack and gun , or a miner in California , Or rude in my home in Dakota's ...
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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.