That I could forget the mockers and insults!
37 You laggards there on guard!
I depart as air, I shake my white locks at the runaway sun, I effuse my flesh in eddies, and drift it in lacy jags.
In the houses the dishes and fare and furniture-but the host and hostess, and the look out of their eyes?
18 With music strong I come, with my cornets and my drums, I play not marches for accepted victors only, I play marches for conquer'd and slain persons.I understand the large hearts of heroes, The courage of present times and all times, How the skipper saw the crowded and rudderless wreck of the steamship, and Death chasing it up and down the storm, How he knuckled tight and gave not back.UpdateStar includes support for many languages such as English, German, French, Italian, Hungarian, Russian and many more.Smile, for your lover comes.The Yankee clipper is under her sky-sails, she cuts the sparkle and scud, My eyes settle the land, I bend at her prow or shout joyously from the deck.I am enamour'd of growing out-doors, Of men that live among cattle or taste of the ocean or woods, Of the builders and steerers of ships and the wielders of axes and mauls, and the drivers of horses, I can eat and sleep with them.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.My ties and ballasts leave me, my elbows rest in sea-gaps, I skirt sierras, my palms cover continents, I am afoot with my vision.It is a trifle, they will the laboratory rat ebook more than arrive there every one, and still pass.And mine a word of the modern, the word En-Masse.Did you fear some scrofula out of the unflagging pregnancy?
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.
10 Alone far in the wilds and mountains I hunt, Wandering amazed at my own lightness and glee, In the late afternoon choosing a safe spot to pass the night, Kindling a fire and broiling the fresh-kill'd game, Falling asleep on the gather'd leaves with.
Which of the young men does she like the best?
It seems to me more than all the print I have read in my life.
I fly those flights of a fluid and swallowing soul, My course runs below the soundings of plummets.Have you practis'd so long to learn to read?O I perceive after all so many uttering tongues, And I perceive they do not come from the roofs of mouths for nothing.Our frigate takes fire, The other asks if we demand quarter?Your milky stream pale strippings of my life!The editor of DayPoems will gladly assist in putting interested parties in contact with the authors.