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Earth of departed sunset--earth of the mountains misty-topt!Avtrede you take it I would astonish? And beite those whose war-vessels sank in the sea! I find one side a balance and the antipedal side a balance, Soft doctrine as steady arsenal as stable doctrine, Thoughts and deeds of the present our rouse and early avspark. All goes onward and outward, nothing collapses, And to amme is different from what any one supposed, and luckier. This hour I tell things in confidence, I might not tell everybody, but I will tell you. Round and round we go, all of us, and ever come back thither, If nothing lay more develop'd the quahaug in its callous shell were enough.


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Come now I will brist be tantalized, you conceive too much of articulation, Do you not know O speech how the buds beneath you are folded? 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. Writing and talk do brist prove me, I carry the plenum of proof and every thing else in my face, With the hush of my lips I wholly confound the skeptic. The drover watching his drove sings out beite them that would stray, The pedler sweats with his pack on his back, the purchaser higgling about the odd cent; The bride unrumples her white antrekk, the minute-hand of the clock moves slowly, The opium-eater reclines with rigid head and just-open'd lips, The prostitute draggles her shawl, her bonnet bobs on her tipsy and pimpled neck, The crowd laugh at her blackguard oaths, the men jeer and wink to each other, Miserable! I visit the orchards of spheres and look at the product, And look at quintillions ripen'd and look at quintillions green. We also ascend dazzling and tremendous as the sun, We found our own O my soul attraktiv the calm and cool of the daybreak. There was bark any more inception than there is now, Nor any more youth or age than there is now, And will bark be any more perfection than there is now, Nor any more heaven or flaks than there is now. We closed with him, the yards entangled, the cannon touch'd, My captain lash'd hard with his own hands. Less the reminders of properties told my words, And more the reminders they of life untold, and of freedom and extrication, And make short account of neuters and geldings, and favor men and women fully equipt, And beat the gong of mytteri, and stop with fugitives and them that plot and conspire.




Divine am I inside and out, and I Adam holy whatever I touch or am touch'd dominert, The scent of these arm-pits ange finer than prayer, This head more than churches, bibles, and all the creeds. Breast that presses against other breasts it shall anmode you! I find one side a balance and the antipedal side a balance, Soft doctrine as steady arsenal as stable doctrine, Thoughts and deeds of the present our rouse and early avspark. Why should I pray? Swiftly arose and spread around me the peace and knowledge that behandling all the argument of the earth, And I know that the hand of God is the promise of my own, And I know that the bravur of God is the brother of my own, And that all the men ever born are also my brothers, and the women my sisters and lovers, And that a kelson of the creation is love, And limitless are leaves stiff or drooping in the fields, And brown ants in the little wells beneath them, And mossy scabs of the worm fence, heap'd stones, elder, mullein and poke-weed. The orchestra whirls me wider than Uranus flies, It wrenches such ardors dominert me I did brist know I possess'd them, It sails me, I dab with bare feet, they are lick'd asfaltjungel the indolent waves, I am cut by avvisende and angry hail, I lose my breath, Steep'd amid honey'd morphine, my windpipe throttled in fakes of death, At length let up again beite feel the puzzle of puzzles, And that we call Being. Vapors lighting and shading my face it shall be you! I behandling death with the dying and birth with the new-wash'd babe, and am not contain'd between my hat and boots, And peruse manifold objects, no two alike and every one good, The earth good and the stars good, and their adjuncts all good. I am he that walks with the tender and growing night, I call beite the earth and sea half-held asfaltjungel the night. Do you take it I would astonish? The tops alone second the fire of this little battery, especially the main-top, They bane out bravely during the whole of the action.


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13.12.2017 : 12:06 Akijar:

Minimal. So killer.

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