Whitman: An Interpretation in NarrativeA. A. Knopf, 1926 - 330 頁 |
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American Anne Gilchrist army artist beautiful Boston Broadway Brooklyn crowded dear death democracy democratic doubtless dream Eagle earth edition editor Edwin Forrest Emerson EMORY HOLLOWAY emotional Epictetus experience eyes face faith feel Fred Gray Free-soil friendship George George Whitman Gilchrist give hands heart hospital human ideal inspiration Jeff Joaquin Miller knew later Leaves of Grass less letter live look lover mind Moncure Conway mother mystical nation nature never night O'Connor once Orleans Passage to India passed passion perhaps poems poet poetic poetry politics prose published race reader Rossetti seemed sense sing song soul South Specimen Days spirit story strange street Thee things Thoreau thou thought tion verse voice Walt Whitman Washington Whit woman women words wounded write wrote York young youth
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第 223 頁 - O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN! O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. O Captain ! my Captain...
第 183 頁 - So nigh is grandeur to our dust, So near is God to man, When Duty whispers low, Thou must, The youth replies, I can.
第 150 頁 - Nor is it you alone who know what it is to be evil, I am he who knew what it was to be evil, I too knitted the old knot of contrariety, Blabb'd, blush'd, resented, lied, stole, grudg'd, Had guile, anger, lust...
第 10 頁 - Have the elder races halted ? Do they droop and end their lesson, wearied over there beyond the seas? We take up the task eternal, and the burden and the lesson, Pioneers! O pioneers!
第 184 頁 - Beat! beat! drums!— blow! bugles! blow! Through the windows— through doors— burst like a ruthless force, Into the solemn church, and scatter the congregation, Into the school where the scholar is studying; Leave not the bridegroom quiet— no happiness must he have now with his bride, Nor the peaceful farmer any peace, ploughing his field or gathering his grain, So fierce you whirr and pound you drums— so shrill you bugles blow.
第 249 頁 - O soul, repressless, I with thee and thou with me, Thy circumnavigation of the world begin, Of man, the voyage of his mind's return, To reason's early paradise, Back, back to wisdom's birth, to innocent intuitions, Again with fair creation.
第 250 頁 - Sail forth — steer for the deep waters only, Reckless O soul, exploring, I with thee, and thou with me, For we are bound where mariner has not yet dared to go, And we will risk the ship, ourselves and all. O my brave soul ! O farther farther sail ! O daring joy, but safe ! are they not all the seas of God? O farther, farther, farther sail ! PRAYER OF COLUMBUS.
第 191 頁 - QUICKSAND years that whirl me I know not whither, Your schemes, politics, fail, lines give way, substances mock and elude me, Only the theme I sing, the great and strong-possess'd soul, eludes not, One's-self must never give way— that is the final substance— that out of all is sure, Out of politics, triumphs, battles, life, what at last finally remains? When shows break up what but One's-Self is sure?
第 275 頁 - And thou America, For the scheme's culmination, its thought and its reality, For these (not for thyself) thou hast arrived. Thou too surroundest all, Embracing carrying welcoming all, thou too by pathways broad and new, To the ideal tendest. The measur'd faiths of other lands, the grandeurs of the past, Are not for thee, but grandeurs of thine own, Deific faiths and amplitudes, absorbing, comprehending all, All eligible to all.
第 107 頁 - I mind how once we lay such a transparent summer morning, How you settled your head athwart my hips and gently turn'd over upon me, And parted the shirt from my bosom-bone, and plunged your tongue to my bare-stript heart, And reach'd till you felt my beard, and reach'd till you held my feet.