Leaves of GrassM. Kennerley, 1897 - 455 Seiten Copy 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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... WAITS FOR ME -SPONTANEOUS ME . • -ONE HOUR TO MADNESS AND JOY OUT OF THE ROLLING OCEAN THE CROWD AGES AND AGES RETURNING AT INTERVALS WE TWO , HOW LONG WE WERE FOOL'D . O HYMEN ! O HYMENEE !. I AM HE THAT ACHES WITH LOVE NATIVE MOMENTS ...
... WAITS FOR ME -SPONTANEOUS ME . • -ONE HOUR TO MADNESS AND JOY OUT OF THE ROLLING OCEAN THE CROWD AGES AND AGES RETURNING AT INTERVALS WE TWO , HOW LONG WE WERE FOOL'D . O HYMEN ! O HYMENEE !. I AM HE THAT ACHES WITH LOVE NATIVE MOMENTS ...
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... wait for your poet ? Did you wait for one with a flowing mouth and indicative hand ? S Eur 12 Toward the male of the States , and toward the STARTING FROM PAUMANOK . 25.
... wait for your poet ? Did you wait for one with a flowing mouth and indicative hand ? S Eur 12 Toward the male of the States , and toward the STARTING FROM PAUMANOK . 25.
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... wait . 5 I believe in you my soul , the other I am must not abase itself to you , And you must not be abased to the other . Loafe with me on the grass , loose the stop from your throat , Not words , not music or rhyme I want , not ...
... wait . 5 I believe in you my soul , the other I am must not abase itself to you , And you must not be abased to the other . Loafe with me on the grass , loose the stop from your throat , Not words , not music or rhyme I want , not ...
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... wait at the end to arrest it , And ceas'd the moment life appear'd . All goes onward and outward , nothing collapses , And to die is different from what any one supposed , and ïuckier . 7 Has any one supposed it lucky to be born ? I ...
... wait at the end to arrest it , And ceas'd the moment life appear'd . All goes onward and outward , nothing collapses , And to die is different from what any one supposed , and ïuckier . 7 Has any one supposed it lucky to be born ? I ...
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... waits by the hole in the frozen surface , The stumps stand thick round the clearing , the squatter strikes deep with his axe , Flatboatmen make fast towards dusk near the cotton - wood or pecan - trees , Coon - seekers go through the ...
... waits by the hole in the frozen surface , The stumps stand thick round the clearing , the squatter strikes deep with his axe , Flatboatmen make fast towards dusk near the cotton - wood or pecan - trees , Coon - seekers go through the ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
America amid arms Assyria bards beautiful behold blood body breast breath calm chant clouds comrades Corybantian dance crowd dark dead dear death debouch divine dream drums earth eidolons eyes face fields fill'd forever give globe grass hand Haply hear heart heroes immortal Journeyers Kanada land leaves Leaves of Grass light living LONG AMERICA look look'd lovers Manhattan moon mother never night o'er parturition pass pass'd Passage to India passionate past peace pennant perfect phrenology Pioneers poems poets prairies race rest rise river round sail shape ship shore silent silent sun sing singers skald sleep soldiers song soul sound spirit stand stars strain musical strong superbest sweet thee things thou thought to-day trees vast voice wait walk Walt Whitman waters waves wending wind woman women woods words young
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.