The Magazine of Poetry and Literary Review, Količina 1Charles Wells Moulton C.W. Moulton, 1889 |
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... Leaves , " 1877 ; " Drift from York Harbor , Maine , " 1879 ; " The Legend of St. Olaf's Kirk , " 1880. Of the latter poem a second edition , revised , appeared in 1881. A year later a collec- tion selected mainly from his previous ...
... Leaves , " 1877 ; " Drift from York Harbor , Maine , " 1879 ; " The Legend of St. Olaf's Kirk , " 1880. Of the latter poem a second edition , revised , appeared in 1881. A year later a collec- tion selected mainly from his previous ...
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... Leaves . FAITH . - Each heart to its own sincerity Must turn to find the test , For faith in the world is faith in self- He trusts the most who does the best . -Ibid . AMBITION . The palace with its splendid dome , That nearest to the ...
... Leaves . FAITH . - Each heart to its own sincerity Must turn to find the test , For faith in the world is faith in self- He trusts the most who does the best . -Ibid . AMBITION . The palace with its splendid dome , That nearest to the ...
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... Leaves of Grass , " the first edition of which appeared in 1855 , the second the follow- ing year , the third in Boston in 1860 . 66 As a In 1862 he joined the Northern army as a volun- teer nurse without pay , making his living as he ...
... Leaves of Grass , " the first edition of which appeared in 1855 , the second the follow- ing year , the third in Boston in 1860 . 66 As a In 1862 he joined the Northern army as a volun- teer nurse without pay , making his living as he ...
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... leaves , Sea - lettuce , vast lichens , strange flowers and seeds , the thick tangle , openings , and pink turf , Different colors , pale gray and green , purple , white , and gold , the play of light through the water , Dumb swimmers ...
... leaves , Sea - lettuce , vast lichens , strange flowers and seeds , the thick tangle , openings , and pink turf , Different colors , pale gray and green , purple , white , and gold , the play of light through the water , Dumb swimmers ...
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... Leaves are not more shed from the trees , or trees from the earth , than they are shed out of you . -A Song for Occupations . SELF . Each man to himself and each woman to herself , is the word of the past and present , and the true word ...
... Leaves are not more shed from the trees , or trees from the earth , than they are shed out of you . -A Song for Occupations . SELF . Each man to himself and each woman to herself , is the word of the past and present , and the true word ...
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Stran 103 - TO HELEN. Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece And the grandeur that was Rome.
Stran 21 - I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journeywork of the stars, And the pismire is equally perfect, and a grain of sand, and the egg of the wren, And the tree-toad is a...
Stran 17 - O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. O Captain ! my Captain ! rise up and hear the bells ; Rise up — for you the flag is flung — for you the bugle trills...
Stran 85 - ... two souls with but a single thought, two hearts that beat as one.
Stran 103 - Happy the man. whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound. Content to breathe his native air. In his own ground Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire. Whose trees in summer yield him shade. In winter fire. Blest, who can unconcern'dly find Hours, days, and years slide soft away, In health of body, peace of mind. Quiet by day. Sound sleep by night; study and ease. Together mixt: sweet recreation, And innocence, which most does please With meditation.
Stran 360 - WHICHEVER way the wind doth blow, Some heart is glad to have it so; Then blow it east or blow it west, The wind that blows, that wind is best.
Stran 22 - 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 good-fortune, 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.
Stran 21 - 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...
Stran 58 - So farre, so fast the eygre drave. The heart had hardly time to beat, Before a shallow seething wave Sobbed in the grasses at oure feet: The feet had hardly time to flee Before it brake against the knee.
Stran 58 - And didst thou visit him no more ? Thou didst, thou didst my daughter deare ; The waters laid thee at his doore, Ere yet the early dawn was clear. Thy pretty bairns in fast embrace, The lifted sun shone on thy face, Downe drifted to thy dwelling-place.