Fetch stonecrop mixt with cedar and branches of lilac, This is the lexicographer, this olagliga hasardspel online vietnam the chemist, this made a grammar of the old cartouches, These mariners put the ship through dangerous unknown seas.
And my spirit said No, we but level that lift to pass and continue beyond.
48 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.
If you have already visited the site, please help us classify the good from the bad by voting on this site.Nest of guarded duplicate eggs!In me the caresser of life wherever moving, backward as well as forward sluing, To niches aside and junior bending, not a person or object missing, Absorbing all to myself and for this song.Cycles ferried my cradle, rowing and rowing like cheerful boatmen, For room to me stars kept aside in their own rings, They sent influences to look after what was to hold.By, walt Whitman, i celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.Your milky stream pale strippings of my life!I loafe and invite my soul, I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.What have you to confide to me?I know I am august, I do not trouble my spirit to vindicate itself or be understood, I see that the elementary laws never apologize, (I reckon I behave no prouder than the level I plant my house by, after all.) I exist.Of the turbid pool that lies in the autumn forest, Of the moon that descends the steeps of the soughing twilight, Toss, sparkles of day and dusk-toss on the black stems that decay in the muck, Toss to the moaning gibberish of the dry limbs.
None obey'd the command to kneel, Some made a mad and helpless rush, some stood stark and straight, A few fell at once, shot in the temple or heart, the living and dead lay together, The maim'd and mangled dug in the dirt, the new-comers.
Have you reckon'd the earth much?
Sure as the most certain sure, plumb in the uprights, well entretied, braced in the beams, Stout as a horse, affectionate, haughty, electrical, I and this mystery here we stand.And what is life?The saints and sages in history-but you yourself?3 I have heard what the talkers were talking, the talk of the beginning and the end, But I do not talk of the beginning or the end.It is a trifle, they will more than arrive there every one, and still pass.I teach straying from me, yet who can stray from me?I accept Reality and dare not question it, Materialism first and last imbuing.5 I believe in you my soul, the other I am must not abase itself to you, And you must not be abased to the other.Continue your annotations, continue your questionings.I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven.