...charlatans time out of mind, and Whitman cruelly beclrivels the long-suffering luminary : — I depart in air — I shake my white locks at the runaway sun...effuse my flesh in eddies, and drift it in lacy jags. It would be interesting to know what meaning Whitman's admirers attach to the second of these lines...

...charlatans time out of mind, and Whitman cruelly bedrivels the long-suffering luminary : — " I depart in air — I shake my white locks at the runaway sun...effuse my flesh in eddies, and drift it in lacy jags." It would be interesting to know what meaning Whitman's admirers attach to the second of these lines...

...line, descriptive of the dissolution of life, the grandest single line ever penned by mortal hand: ' ' I depart as air. I shake my white locks at the runaway sun." For the discussion of Whitman as a poet of religion, we have little space left. All his writing is...

...scud of day holds back for me, It flings my likeness afier the rest and true as any on the shadowed wilds, It coaxes me to the vapor and the dusk. I depart...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...

...untranslatable; I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world. The last scud of day holds back for me ; It flings my likeness after the rest, and true as any, on the shadow'd wilds; It coaxes me to the vapour and the dusk. I depart as air—I shake my white locks at the runaway sun; I effuse my flesh...

...; I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world. The last scud of day holds back for me ; It flings my likeness after the rest, and true as any, on the shadow'd wilds ; It coaxes me to the vapour and the dusk. I depart as air — I shake my white locks at the runaway sun ; I effuse my flesh...

...untranslatable, I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world. The last scud of day holds back for me, It flings my likeness after the rest, and true as any...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...

...untranslatable, I sound mybarbaric yawp over the roofs of the world. The last scud of day holds back for me, It flings my likeness after the rest and true as any...effuse my flesh in eddies, and drift it in lacy jags. I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love, Af you want me again look far me under...

...untranslatable, I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world. The last scud of day holds back for me, It flings my likeness after the rest and true as any...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...

...am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable, I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world. It coaxes me to the vapor and the dusk. I depart as...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...