Leaves of Grass (Google eBook)

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Doubleday, Page, 1902
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Wonderful, vivid imagery. - Goodreads
Very difficult to read. - Goodreads
I love prose, and I love epic poems. - Goodreads
A love story with life, self, humankind, war, peace. - Goodreads
Read some poems for a research paper, enjoyed them. - Goodreads
Clean writing with beautiful cadence. - Goodreads

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User Review  - TheLongWait - Goodreads

Aaaahhhh...Leaves of Grass. My old familiar friend. A tremendous book that I wore out. I used to walk through the downtown of my tiny hometown (pop. 3,000) on dark summer nights and read this and ... Read full review

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User Review  - Hbksmile - Goodreads

I wanted to love this book, but it was such a freaking drag. The cadence is predictable and lulling. Read full review

Contents

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II
33
III
110
IV
137
V
163
VI
177
VII
191
VIII
200
XX
40
XXI
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XXII
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XXIII
127
XXIV
178
XXV
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XXVI
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XXVII
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Page 137 - There was a child went forth every day, And the first object he look'd upon, that object he became, And that object became part of him for the day or a certain part of the day, Or for many years or stretching cycles of years.
Page 96 - WHEN lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd, And the great star early droop'd in the western sky in the night, I mourn'd, and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring.
Page 107 - O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN! O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done; The ship has weathered 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.
Page 41 - A child said What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands, How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more than he. I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven.
Page 104 - Dark mother, always gliding near with soft feet, Have none chanted for thee a chant of fullest welcome? Then I chant it for thee, I glorify thee above all, I bring thee a song that when thou must indeed come, come unfalteringly.
Page 61 - Smile O voluptuous cool-breath'd earth! Earth of the slumbering and liquid trees! Earth of departed sunset earth of the mountains misty-topt! Earth of the vitreous pour of the full moon just tinged with blue! Earth of shine and dark mottling the tide of the river! Earth of the limpid gray of clouds brighter and clearer for my sake! Far-swooping elbow'd earth rich apple-blossom'd earth! Smile, for your lover comes.
Page 107 - 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...
Page 40 - Swiftly arose and spread around me the peace and knowledge that pass all the argument of the earth, And I know that the hand of God is the promise of my own, And I know that the spirit of God is the brother of my own, And that all the men ever born are also my brothers, and the women my sisters and lovers, And that a kelson of the creation is love...
Page 37 - Nor any more youth or age than there is now, And will never be any more perfection than there is now, Nor any more heaven or hell than there is now. Urge and urge and urge, Always the procreant urge of the world.
Page 60 - I am the poet of the woman the same as the man, And I say it is as great to be a woman as to be a man, And I say there is nothing greater than the mother of men.

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