And as to you, Corpse, I think you are good manure, but that does not offend me, I smell the white roses sweet-scented and growing, I reach to the leafy lips, I reach to the polish'd breasts of melons. Leaves of Grass - Էջ 67Walt Whitman - 1883 - 382 էջԱմբողջությամբ դիտվող - Այս գրքի մասին
| 1855 - 684 էջ
...twelve at night, there in the beams of the moon, they surrendered to us." " As to you, life, I recken you are the leavings of many deaths: No doubt I have...whispering there, O stars of heaven — 0 suns ! O grave of graves ! O perpetual transfers and promotions, if you do not say anything, how can I say anything,... | |
| 1855 - 714 էջ
...in the beaun of tho moon, they surrendered to us." " As to you, life, I reckon you are tho Icarings of many deaths: No doubt I have died myself ten thousand...hear you whispering there, O stars of heaven — 0 nuns! O grave of graves! O perpetual transfers and promotions, if you do not say anything, how can... | |
| 1887 - 882 էջ
...you bitter hug of mortality, it is idle to try and alarm me ... And, as to you, Life I reckon you arc the leavings of many deaths, (no doubt I have died myself ten thousand times before)." But in the war and the tragedy of President Lincoln's death at its close, that which before had been... | |
| Edward Dwight Walker - 1888 - 376 էջ
...thousand or ten million years, I can cheerfully take it now or with equal cheerfulness I can wait. As to you, Life, I reckon you are the leavings of...doubt I have died myself ten thousand times before. Believing I shall come again upon the earth after five thousand years. Births have brought us richness... | |
| 1887 - 400 էջ
...have brought us richness and variety, and other births have brought us richness and variety." "And as to you Life, I reckon you are the leavings of many...doubt I have died myself ten thousand times before.)" In contemplating an idiot he muses: "And I knew for my consolation what they knew not, I knew of the... | |
| Walt Whitman - 1897 - 474 էջ
...sweet-scented and growing, I reach to the leafy lips, I reach to the polish'd breasts of melons. And as to you Life I reckon you are the leavings of many...thousand times before.) I hear you whispering there (Xstars of heaven, _O suns — O grass of graves -^O perpetual transfers and promotions, If you do... | |
| William Norman Guthrie - 1897 - 376 էջ
...after perusing tljose extracts together, sound not now the words quoted before in a feebler sense : — As to you Life, I reckon you are the leavings of many...doubt I have died myself ten thousand times before !) (p. 77.) He is not one whit tired in spirit: All below duly traveled, and still I mount and mount.*... | |
| Orlando Jay Smith - 1899 - 88 էջ
...thousand or ten million years, I can cheerfully take it now, or with equal cheerfulness I can wait. As to you, Life, I reckon you are the leavings of...doubt I have died myself ten thousand times before. Victor Hugo, in " To the Invisible One : " Before I came upon this earth I know I lived in gladness... | |
| Walt Whitman - 1900 - 554 էջ
...sweet-scented and growing, I reach to the leafy lips — I reach to the polish' d breasts of melons. And as to you Life, I reckon you are the leavings of many...perpetual transfers and promotions ! If you do not say anything, how can I say anything ? Of the turbid pool that lies in the autumn forest, Of the moon that... | |
| 1901 - 1136 էջ
...thousand or ten million years, I can cheerfully take it now, or with equal cheerfulness I can wail. As to you, 'l,ife, I reckon you are the leavings of many deaths. Xo doubt I have died myself ten thousand times before. Believing I shall come again upon the earth... | |
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