 | Nineteenth century - 1882 - 1050 pages
...personal identity of the human soul after death. We have, on the one hand, among his first utterances — I bequeath myself to the dirt, to grow from the grass I love ; and, on the other hand, we have later the picture of the chamber of death, where The living look... | |
 | John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell - American periodicals - 1883 - 924 pages
...personal identity of the human soul after death. We have, on the one hand, among his first utterances — I bequeath myself to the dirt, to grow from the grass I love ; and, on the other hand, we have later the picture of the chamber of death, where The living look... | |
 | 1883 - 884 pages
...personal identity of the human soul after death. We have, on the one hand, among his first utterances — I bequeath myself to the dirt, to grow from the grass I love ; and, on the other hand, we have later the picture of the chamber of death, where The living look... | |
 | English wit and humor - 1888 - 344 pages
...I shake my white locks at the runaway sun, I effuse my flesh in eddies, and drift it in lacy jags. I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass...you want me again look for me under your boot-soles. 256 257 But I shall be good health to you nevertheless, And filter and fibre your blood. Failing to... | |
 | Karl Knortz - Poets, American - 1886 - 58 pages
...welche' Schwierigkeiten er seinem Leser bereitet, denn er sagt zum Schlusse des "Song of Myself" : "You will hardly know who I am or what I mean, But...you nevertheless, And filter and fibre your blood," und setzt dann um seinen Leser nicht abzuschrecken hinzu: :'Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged,... | |
 | English wit and humor - 1888 - 344 pages
...I shake my white locks at the runaway sun, I effuse my flesh in eddies, and drift it in lacy jags. I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass...nevertheless, And filter and fibre your blood. Failing to letch me at first keep encouraged, Missing me one place search another, I stop somewhere waiting for... | |
 | Havelock Ellis - Authors - 1890 - 268 pages
...the end of the "Song of Myself" he bequeaths himself to the dust, to grow from the grass he loves : " If you want me again, look for me under your bootsoles,...you nevertheless, And filter and fibre your blood." And to any who find that dust but a poor immortality, he would say with Schopenhauer, " Oho ! do you... | |
 | Havelock Ellis - Authors - 1890 - 268 pages
...the end of the "Song of Myself" he bequeaths himself to the dust, to grow from the grass he loves: "If you want me again, look for me under your bootsoles,...But I shall be good health to you nevertheless, And fiher and fibre your blood." • And to any who find that dust but a poor immortality, he would say... | |
 | Edward Allen Tanner - Sermons, American - 1892 - 450 pages
...not a bit tamed, — I too am untranslatable, I shout my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world. I bequeath myself to the dirt, to grow from the grass...want me again, look for me under your boot-soles." "I own that I have been sly, thievish, mean, a prevaricator, greedy, derelict; And I own that ! remain... | |
 | Robert William Chambers - American poetry - 1896 - 156 pages
...For the night is dying! Haste ! 1*1 ii. 1*5 " "\ 7OU will hardly know who I am, or what I mean ; JL But I shall be good health to you, nevertheless, And...to fetch me at first, keep encouraged ; Missing me in one place, search another ; I stop somewhere, waiting for you." WALT WHITMAN. PEACE I PEERED from... | |
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I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love, If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles. 
