 ... 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. oldalszerző: Ella Lyman Cabot, Fannie Fern Andrews, Fanny E. Coe, Mabel Hill, Mary McSkimmon - 1914 - 386 oldalTeljes nézet - Információ erről a könyvről
 | Walt Whitman - 1897 - 474 oldal
...seeking the spheres to connect them, Till the bridge you will need be form'd, till the ductile ancho1 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,... | |
 | Walt Whitman - 1900 - 554 oldal
...putting off, and rowing, I, hailing you, offer. J* A NOISELESS, PATIENT SPIDER First published in 1870. A NOISELESS, patient spider, I mark'd, where, on a...gossamer thread you fling, catch somewhere, O my Soul. 10 J> THE LAST INVOCATION. First published in 1870. I AT the last, tenderly, From the walls of the... | |
 | Walt Whitman - 1900 - 540 oldal
...little promontory, it stood, isolated; Mark'd how, to explore the vacant, vast surrounding, It launch'd forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself;...gossamer thread you fling, catch somewhere, O my Soul. 10 THE LAST INVOCATION. First published in 1870 I AT the last, tenderly, From the walls of the powerful,... | |
 | John Henry Comstock - 1901 - 430 oldal
...little promontory, it stood isolated ; Mark'd how, to explore the vacant, vast surrounding, It launch'd forth filament, filament, filament out of itself;...gossamer thread you fling catch somewhere, O my soul. Walt Whitman. THE COBWEB-WEAVERS. Many are the kinds of webs spun by different spiders. Some of them,... | |
 | John Burroughs - 1901 - 298 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... | |
 | Harry Thurston Peck, Frank R. Stockton, Julian Hawthorne - 1901 - 450 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. WHISPERS OF HEAVENLY DEATH. WHISPERS of heavenly death murmur'd I hear, Labial gossip of night, sibilant... | |
 | John Burroughs - 1904 - 308 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... | |
 | 1919 - 498 oldal
...was the aeronautic spider that inspired the good gray poet Walt Whitman to write the following poem : "A noiseless, patient spider, I mark'd where, on a...gossamer thread you fling catch somewhere, O my soul." The aeronautic spiders often attenpt to fly in myriad numbers, this is shown more by their failures... | |
 | CURTIS HIDDEN PAGE, PH. D. - 1905 - 778 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. 1871. PASSAGE TO INDIA1 SmoiNG my days, Singing the great achievements of the present, 1 Compare the... | |
 | CURTIS HIDDE PAGE - 1905 - 746 oldal
...unreeling them, ever tirelessly speeding them. And you О my soul where you stand, Surrounded,detached, in measureless oceans of space, Ceaselessly musing,...Till the gossamer thread you fling catch somewhere, О my soul. PASSAGE TO INDIA« SINGING my days, 1871. Singing the great achievements of the present,... | |
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