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... TURN O LIBERTAD · TO THE LEAVEN'D SOIL THEY TROD MEMORIES of presidENT LINCOLN . WHEN LILACS LAST IN THE DOORYARD BLOOM'D O CAPTAIN , MY CAPTAIN . HUSH'D BE THE CAMPS TO - DAY THIS DUST WAS ONCE The Man BY BLUE ONTARIO'S SHORE REVERSALS ...
... TURN O LIBERTAD · TO THE LEAVEN'D SOIL THEY TROD MEMORIES of presidENT LINCOLN . WHEN LILACS LAST IN THE DOORYARD BLOOM'D O CAPTAIN , MY CAPTAIN . HUSH'D BE THE CAMPS TO - DAY THIS DUST WAS ONCE The Man BY BLUE ONTARIO'S SHORE REVERSALS ...
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... war are one , Merged in its spirit I and mine , as the contest hinged on thee , As a wheel on its axis turns , this book unwitting to itself , Around the idea of thee . SS EIDÓLONS . I MET a seer , Passing the INSCRPTIONS .
... war are one , Merged in its spirit I and mine , as the contest hinged on thee , As a wheel on its axis turns , this book unwitting to itself , Around the idea of thee . SS EIDÓLONS . I MET a seer , Passing the INSCRPTIONS .
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... turns a casual look upon you and then averts his face , Leaving it to you to prove and define it , Expecting the main things from you . TO YOU . STRANGER , if you passing meet me and desire to speak to me , why should you not speak to ...
... turns a casual look upon you and then averts his face , Leaving it to you to prove and define it , Expecting the main things from you . TO YOU . STRANGER , if you passing meet me and desire to speak to me , why should you not speak to ...
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... 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 . 19.
... 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 . 19.
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... will show that whatever happens to anybody it may be turn'd to beautiful results , And I will show that nothing can happen more beautiful than death , STARTING FROM PAUMANOK , 25 And I will thread a 24 LEAVES OF Grass .
... will show that whatever happens to anybody it may be turn'd to beautiful results , And I will show that nothing can happen more beautiful than death , STARTING FROM PAUMANOK , 25 And I will thread a 24 LEAVES OF Grass .
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Page 249 - WHEN lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd, And the great star early droop'd in the western sky in the night, I mourn'd, and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring.
Page 28 - A child said What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands, How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more than he. I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven.
Page 39 - I am the poet of the Body and I am the poet of the Soul, The pleasures of heaven are with me and the pains of hell are with me, The first I graft and increase upon myself, the latter I translate into a new tongue.
Page 27 - Out of the dimness opposite equals advance, always substance and increase, always sex, Always a knit of identity, always distinction, always a breed of life.
Page 43 - I believe in the flesh and the appetites, Seeing, hearing, feeling, are miracles, and each part and tag of me is a miracle.
Page 254 - Dark mother always gliding near with soft feet, Have none chanted for thee a chant of fullest welcome? Then I chant it for thee, I glorify thee above all, I bring thee a song that when thou must indeed come, come unfalteringly.
Page 117 - I inhale great draughts of space, The east and the west are mine, and the north and the south are mine. I am larger, better than I thought, I did not know I held so much goodness.
Page 254 - 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 115 - Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road, Healthy, free, the world before me, The long brown path before me leading wherever I choose. Henceforth I ask not good-fortune, I myself am goodfortune, Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing; Done with indoor complaints, libraries, querulous criticisms, Strong and content I travel the open road.
Page 72 - I depart as air, I shake my white locks at the runaway sun, I effuse my flesh in eddies, and drift it in lacy jags. I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love, If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.