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Retreating they had form'd in a hollow square with their baggage for breastworks, Nine hundred lives out of the surrounding enemies, nine times their number, was the price they took in advance, Their colonel was wounded and their ammunition gone, They treated for an honorable.The black ship mail'd with iron, her mighty guns in her turrets-but the pluck of the captain and engineers?This hour I tell things in confidence, I might not tell everybody, but I will tell you.What behaved well in the past or behaves well to-day is not such wonder, The wonder is always and always how there can be a mean man or an infidel.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.Backward I see in my own days where I sweated through fog with linguists and contenders, I have no mockings or arguments, I witness and wait.Through me forbidden online casino bonus codes no deposit vereist voices, Voices of sexes and lusts, voices veil'd and I remove the veil, Voices indecent by me clarified and transfigur'd.In vain the speeding or shyness, In vain the plutonic rocks send their old heat against my approach, In vain the mastodon retreats beneath its own powder'd bones, In vain objects stand leagues off and assume manifold shapes, In vain the ocean settling in hollows.Press close bare-bosom'd night-press close magnetic nourishing night!
I dote on myself, there is that lot of me and all so luscious, Each moment and whatever happens thrills stad slots casino gratis xbox me with joy, I cannot tell how my ankles bend, nor whence the cause of my faintest wish, Nor the cause of the friendship.
In all people I see myself, none more and not one a barley-corn less, And the good or bad I say of myself I say of them.
52 The spotted hawk swoops by and accuses me, he complains of my gab and my loitering.
Prodigal, you have given me love-therefore I to you give love!I lie in the night air in my red shirt, the pervading hush is for my sake, Painless after all I lie exhausted but not so unhappy, White and beautiful are the faces around me, the heads are bared of their fire-caps, The kneeling crowd.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.One of the pumps has been shot away, it is generally thought we are sinking.Did you fear some scrofula out of the unflagging pregnancy?My tongue, every atom of my blood, form'd from this soil, this air, Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their parents the same, I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin, Hoping to cease not till death.We have thus far exhausted trillions of winters and summers, There are trillions ahead, and trillions ahead of them.No shutter'd room or school can commune with me, But roughs and little children better than they.I am a free companion, I bivouac by invading watchfires, I turn the bridgroom out of bed and stay with the bride myself, I tighten her all night to my thighs and lips.Every condition promulges not only itself, it promulges what grows after and out of itself, And the dark hush promulges as much as any.Magnifying and applying come I, Outbidding at the start the old cautious hucksters, Taking myself the exact dimensions of Jehovah, Lithographing Kronos, Zeus his son, and Hercules his grandson, Buying drafts of Osiris, Isis, Belus, Brahma, Buddha, In my portfolio placing Manito loose, Allah.Are you the President?29 Blind loving wrestling touch, sheath'd hooded sharp-tooth'd touch!