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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... wonderful beauty , The enormous masses of ice pass me and I pass them , the scenery is plain in all directions , The white - topt mountains show in the distance , I fling out my fancies toward them , We are approaching some great battle ...
... wonderful beauty , The enormous masses of ice pass me and I pass them , the scenery is plain in all directions , The white - topt mountains show in the distance , I fling out my fancies toward them , We are approaching some great battle ...
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... Wonderful cities and free nations we shall fetch as we go . If you tire , give me both burdens , and rest the chuff of your hand on my hip , And in due time you shall repay the same service to me , For after we start we never lie by ...
... Wonderful cities and free nations we shall fetch as we go . If you tire , give me both burdens , and rest the chuff of your hand on my hip , And in due time you shall repay the same service to me , For after we start we never lie by ...
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... wonderful than myself . Why should I wish to see God better than this day ? I see something of God each hour of the twenty - four , and each moment then , In the faces of men and women I see God , and in my own face in the glass , I ...
... wonderful than myself . Why should I wish to see God better than this day ? I see something of God each hour of the twenty - four , and each moment then , In the faces of men and women I see God , and in my own face in the glass , I ...
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... , and pause , listen , count . 3 I knew a man , a common farmer , the father of five sons , And in them the fathers of sons , and in them the fathers of sons . This man was of wonderful vigor , calmness , beauty 82 LEAVES OF Grass .
... , and pause , listen , count . 3 I knew a man , a common farmer , the father of five sons , And in them the fathers of sons , and in them the fathers of sons . This man was of wonderful vigor , calmness , beauty 82 LEAVES OF Grass .
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Walt Whitman. This man was of wonderful vigor , calmness , beauty of person , The shape of his head , the pale yellow and white of his hair and beard , the immeasurable meaning of his black eyes , the richness and breadth of his manners ...
Walt Whitman. This man was of wonderful vigor , calmness , beauty of person , The shape of his head , the pale yellow and white of his hair and beard , the immeasurable meaning of his black eyes , the richness and breadth of his manners ...
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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.