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I dilate you with tremendous breath, I buoy you up, Every room of the house do I fill with an arm'd force, Lovers of me, bafflers of graves.
Our foe was no sulk in his ship I tell you, (said he His was the surly English pluck, and there is no tougher or truer, and never was, and never will be; Along the lower'd eve he came horribly raking.I am satisfied-I see, dance, laugh, sing; As the hugging and loving bed-fellow sleeps at my side through the night, and withdraws at the peep of the day with stealthy tread, Leaving me baskets cover'd with white towels swelling the house with their plenty, Shall.And now it seems to me the beautiful uncut hair of graves.I know I am deathless, I know this orbit of mine cannot be swept by a carpenter's compass, I know I shall not pass like a child's carlacue cut with a burnt stick at night.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.I hear the train'd soprano (what work with hers is this?) The orchestra whirls me wider than dream kvinde ønskede riga Uranus flies, It nrw finde wrenches such ardors from me I did not know I possess'd them, It sails me, I dab with bare feet, vi havde sex på min første date they are lick'd by the.Urge and urge and urge, Always the procreant urge of the world.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.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.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.Or sailor from the sea?Showing the best and dividing it from the worst age vexes age, Knowing the perfect fitness and equanimity of things, while they discuss I am silent, and go bathe and admire myself.Sit a while dear son, Here are biscuits to eat and here is milk to drink, But as soon as you sleep and renew yourself in sweet clothes, I kiss you with a good-by kiss and open the gate for your egress hence.51 The past and present wilt-I have fill'd them, emptied them.The well-taken photographs-but your wife or friend close and solid in your arms?Earth of shine and dark mottling the tide of the river!Speech is the twin of my vision, it is unequal to measure itself, It provokes me forever, it says sarcastically, Walt you contain enough, why don't you let it out then?Hurrah for positive science!A word of the faith that never balks, Here or henceforward it is all the same to me, I accept Time absolutely.
The beards of the young men glisten'd with wet, it ran from their long hair, Little streams pass'd all over their bodies.




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