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" ... NOISELESS patient spider, I mark'd where on a little promontory it stood isolated, Mark'd how to explore the vacant vast surrounding, It launch'd forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself, Ever unreeling them, ever tirelessly speeding them.... "
A Course in Citizenship - 109. oldal
szerző: Ella Lyman Cabot, Fannie Fern Andrews, Fanny E. Coe, Mabel Hill, Mary McSkimmon - 1914 - 386 oldal
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Winter Sunshine

John Burroughs - 1883 - 330 oldal
...venturing, throwing, Seeking the spheres to connect them. Till the bridge yon will need be formed— till the ductile anchor hold ; Till the gossamer thread you fling, catch somewhere, O my soul." To return a little, September may l,e descrilied as the month of tall weeds. Where they have been suffered...

Leaves of Grass

Walt Whitman - 1883 - 404 oldal
...venturing, throwing, seeking the spheres to connect them, Till the bridge you will need be formed, till the ductile anchor hold, Till the gossamer thread you fling catch somewhere, O my soul. O LIVING ALWAYS, ALWAYS DYING. O LIVING always, always dying ! O the burials of me past and present,...

Life of Gotthold Ephraim Lessing

Thomas William Rolleston - 1889 - 248 oldal
...venturing, throwing, seeking the spheres to connect them, Till the bridge you will need be formed, till the ductile anchor hold, Till the gossamer thread you fling catch somewhere, O my soul 1" With its love of the undefinable is connected the wonderful rhythmical beauty of the new poetry....

The Writings of John Burroughs: Winter sunshine

John Burroughs - 1895 - 268 oldal
...venturing, throwing, — Seeking the spheres to connect them ; Till the bridge you will need be formed — till the ductile anchor hold ; Till the gossamer thread you fling, catch somewhere, O my soul." To return a little, September may be described as the month of tall weeds. Where they have been suffered...

The Writings of John Burroughs: Winter sunshine

John Burroughs - 1895 - 268 oldal
...venturing, throwing, — Seeking the spheres to connect them; Till the bridge you will need be formed — till the ductile anchor hold ; Till the gossamer thread you fling, catch somewhere, 0 my soul." To return a little, September may be described as the month of tall weeds. Where they have...

The Writings of John Burroughs, 3. kötet

John Burroughs - 1895 - 268 oldal
...venturing, throwing, — Seeking the spheres to connect them ; Till the bridge you will need be formed — till the ductile anchor hold ; Till the gossamer thread you fling, catch somewhere, 0 my soul." To return a little, September may be described as the month of tall weeds. Where they have...

Library of the World's Best Literature: Ancient and Modern, 39. kötet

Charles Dudley Warner - 1897 - 602 oldal
...venturing, throwing, seeking the spheres tc connect them, Till the bridge you will need be formed, till the ductile anchor hold. Till the gossamer thread you fling catch somewhere, O my soul. JOHN G. WHITTIER. l\ I JD1IN (iRLii:NLt-Al: v\:; HY ,.•; .R..K x .-.\: :•'::. '.-!, .' i'-'.'ii...

Leaves of Grass

Walt Whitman - 1897 - 462 oldal
...unreeling them, ever tirelessly speeding them. And you O my soul where you stand, Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space, Ceaselessly musing,...gossamer thread you fling catch somewhere, O my soul. O LIVING ALWAYS, ALWAYS DYING. O LIVING always, always dying ! O the burials .of me past and present,...

Voices of Doubt and Trust

Volney Streamer - 1897 - 248 oldal
...musing, venturing, throwing, seeking the spheres to connect them, Till the bridge you need be formed, till the ductile anchor hold, Till the gossamer thread you fling, catch somewhere, O my soul. Copyright 1881, by Walt Whitman WALT WHITMAN HISTORY'S LESSON OF PATIENCE WE lose the reality of history,...

Insect Life: An Introduction to Nature-study and a Guide for Teachers ...

John Henry Comstock - 1897 - 390 oldal
...venturing, throwing—seeking the spheres, to connect them ; Till the bridge you will need be form.d—till the ductile anchor hold ; Till the gossamer thread you fling catch somewhere, O my soul. THE COBWEB-WEAVERS. Walt Whitman. Many are the kinds of webs spun by different spiders. Some of them,...




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