 | Robert Haven Schauffler - 1909 - 400 páginas
...snake throws her enamel'd skin, Weed wide enough to wrap a fairy in. LEAVES OF GRASS* BY WALT WHITMAN A CHILD said, What is the grass ? fetching it to me...child ? I do not know what it is any more than he. * From " Leaves of Grass," etc., published by David McKay, Philadelphia, Pa. I guess it must be the... | |
 | Robert Haven Schauffler - 1913 - 400 páginas
...enough to wrap a fairy in. LEAVES OF GRASS* BY WALT WHITMAN A CHILD said, What is the grass ? f etching 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. Or I guess it is the... | |
 | Samuel Howard Monell - 1910 - 488 páginas
...one of the most lauded of American poets placed these two lines in the chief product of his pen : " A child said, ' What is the grass? ' fetching it to...child ? I do not know what it is any more than he." We shall present the modern accepted definition of electricity in a moment, but first take heat —... | |
 | Gerald Stanley Lee - 1913 - 594 páginas
...mossy scabs of the worm fence, heaped stones, elders, mulleins and poke weed." A Child said, "What is grass?" fetching it to me with full hands. How could I answer the Child? ''I want to trust the sky and the grass! I want to believe the songs I hear from the fenceposts! Why should... | |
 | Roy Bennett Pace - 1915 - 680 páginas
...light, as if to manifest 85 Thy nobler self, thy life at best I A Child's Question (From Song of Myself) A child said What is the grass? fetching it to me...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. Or I guess it is the... | |
 | Walt Whitman - 1916 - 390 páginas
...wells beneath them, And mossy scabs of the worm fence, heap'd stones, elder, mullein, and poke-weed. A child said, What is the grass? fetching it to me...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. Or I guess it is the... | |
 | Walt Whitman - 1916 - 388 páginas
...scabs of the worm fence, heap'd stones, elder, mullein, and poke-weed. A child said, What is the grass1 fetching it to me with full hands; How could I answer...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. Or I guess it is the... | |
 | George Currie Martin - 1917 - 180 páginas
...Whitman. We are all acquainted with the lines " Flower in the crannied wall." Hear what Whitman says : " A child said, What is the grass ? fetching it to me...child ? I do not know what it is any more than he. I guess it is the handkerchief of the Lord, A scented gift and remembrance designedly dropt, Bearing... | |
 | Percy Holmes Boynton - 1918 - 750 páginas
...eyes either, nor take things from me: You shall listen to all sides, and filter them from yourself. A child said, What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands ; 3° How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is, any more than he. I guess it must be... | |
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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. Or I guess it is the handkerchief... 
