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32 I think I could turn and live with animals, they are so placid and self-contain'd, I stand and look at them long and long.
From the rocks of the river, swinging and chirping over my head, Calling my name from flower-beds, vines, tangled underbrush, Lighting on every moment of my life, Bussing my body with soft balsamic busses, Noiselessly passing handfuls out of their hearts and giving them.
That I could look with a separate look on my own crucifixion and bloody crowning.I also say it is good to fall, battles are lost in the same spirit in which they are won.A word of the faith that never balks, Here or henceforward it is all the same to me, I accept Time absolutely.Have you practis'd so long to learn to read?There is no stoppage and never can be stoppage, If I, you, and the worlds, and all beneath or upon their surfaces, were this moment reduced back to a pallid float, it would not avail the long run, We should surely bring up again where.1900 Comment on DayPoems?Which of the young men does she like the best?
It is a trifle, they will more than arrive there every one, and still pass.
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This is the press of a bashful hand, this the float and odor of hair, This the touch of my lips to yours, this the murmur of yearning, This the far-off depth and height reflecting my own face, This the thoughtful merge of myself, and.
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The clock indicates the moment-but what does eternity indicate?
I help myself to material and immaterial, No guard can shut me off, no law prevent.
27 To be in any form, what is that?At eleven o'clock began the burning of the bodies; That is the tale of the murder of the four hundred and twelve young men.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 vapor and the dusk.I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven.36 Stretch'd and still lies the midnight, Two great hulls motionless on the breast of the darkness, Our vessel riddled and slowly sinking, preparations to pass to the one we have conquer'd, The captain on the quarter-deck coldly giving his orders through a countenance white.And what is life?Ah the homeliest of them is beautiful to her.31 I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey work 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 chef-d'oeuvre for the highest, And the.The tops alone second the fire of this little battery, especially the main-top, They hold out bravely during the whole of the action.



I am not an earth nor an adjunct of an earth, I am the mate and companion of people, all just as immortal and fathomless as myself, (They do not know how immortal, but I know.) Every kind for itself and its own, for.
Come my children, Come my boys and girls, my women, household and intimates, Now the performer launches his nerve, he has pass'd his prelude on the reeds within.

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