#Americans #XIXCentury #1855 #LeavesOfGrass
The last sunbeam Lightly falls from the finish’d Sabbath… On the pavement here, and there beyond i… Down a new-made double grave. Lo, the moon ascending,
#1855 #LeavesOfGrass
Of justice—as If could be any thing but… As if it might be this thing or that thi…
To be in any form, what is that? (Round and round we go, all of us, and e… If nothing lay more develop’d the quahau… Mine is no callous shell, I have instant conductors all over me wh…
This moment yearning and thoughtful, sit… It seems to me there are other men in ot… thoughtful; It seems to me I can look over and beho… France, Spain—or far, far away, in Chin…
Beginning my studies the first step plea… The mere fact consciousness, these forms… The least insect or animal, the senses,… The first step I say awed me and pleas’… I have hardly gone and hardly wish’d to…
The soft voluptuous opiate shades, The sun just gone, the eager light dispe… dispell’d,) A haze—nirwana—rest and night—oblivion.
Of that blithe throat of thine from arct… I’ll mind the lesson, solitary bird—let… E’en the profoundest chill, as now—a tor… Old age land-lock’d within its winter ba… These snowy hairs, my feeble arm, my fro…
A mask, a perpetual natural disguiser of… Concealing her face, concealing her form… Changes and transformations every hour,… Falling upon her even when she sleeps.
To those who’ve fail’d, in aspiration va… To unnam’d soldiers fallen in front on t… To calm, devoted engineers—to over-arden… their ships, To many a lofty song and picture without…
1 AS nearing departure, As the time draws nigh, glooming, a clou… A dread beyond, of I know not what, dar… 2 I shall go forth, I shall traverse The States—but I cann…
In a far-away northern county in the pla… Lives my farmer friend, the theme of my… There they bring him the three-year-olds… break them, He will take the wildest steer in the wo…
Over and through the burial chant, Organ and solemn service, sermon, bendin… To me come interpolation sounds not in t… crowding up the aisle and from the windo… Of sudden battle’s hurry and harsh noise…
O sight of shame, and pain, and dole! O fearful thought—a convict Soul! Rang the refrain along the hall, the pri… Rose to the roof, the vaults of heaven a… Pouring in floods of melody in tones so…
Far back, related on my mother’s side, Old Salt Kossabone, I’ll tell you how… (Had been a sailor all his life—was near… grandchild, Jenny; House on a hill, with view of bay at han…
May-be one is now reading this who knows… life, Or may-be a stranger is reading this who… Or may-be one who meets all my grand ass… derision,
