 | Walt Whitman - 1924 - 764 sayfa
...keep and all, retrievements out of the night, The song, the wondrous chant of the gray-brown bind, And the tallying chant, the echo arous'd in my soul,...Comrades mine and I in the midst, and their memory ever to keep, for the dead I loved so well, For the sweetest, wisest soul of all my days and lands — and... | |
 | Richard Le Gallienne - 1925 - 448 sayfa
...lustrous, with silver face in the night. Yet each I keep, and all, retrievements out of the night, The song, the wondrous chant of the gray-brown bird, And the tallying chant, the echo aroused in my soul, With the lustrous and drooping star with the countenance full of woe, With the... | |
 | William Eleazar Barton - 1928 - 294 sayfa
...comrade lustrous with silver face in the night. Yet each to keep and all, retrievements out of the night, The song, the wondrous chant of the gray-brown bird,...Comrades mine and I in the midst, and their memory ever to keep, for the dead I loved so well, For the sweetest, wisest soul of all my days and lands — and... | |
 | 1882 - 1028 sayfa
...with heartshaped leaves ; yet each and all he keeps. The song, the wondrous chant of the grey-brown bird, And the tallying chant, the echo arous'd in...countenance full of woe, "With the holders holding my hand Bearing the call of the bird, Comrades mine, and I in the midst, and their memory ever I keep, fcr... | |
 | Betsy Erkkila - 1989 - 369 sayfa
...lands . . . and this for his dear sake; Lilac and star and bird, twined with the chant of my soul, With the holders holding my hand, nearing the call of the bird, There in the fragrant pines, and the cedars dusk and dim. (Sequel, p. 12) The final consolation offered... | |
 | Edith P. Hazen - 1992 - 1172 sayfa
...nigh., The song, the wondrous chant of the grey-brown bird, And the tallying chant, the echo aroused am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O! prepar 53 With the holders holding my hand ncaring the call of the bird, Comrades mine and I in the midst,... | |
 | Walt Whitman - 1993 - 150 sayfa
...west, fronting the west, communing with thee, O comrade lustrous with silver face in the night. night, The song, the wondrous chant of the gray-brown bird,...Comrades mine and I in the midst, and their memory ever to keep, for the dead I loved so well, For the sweetest, wisest soul of all my days and lands and this... | |
 | Stanley J. Scott - 1991 - 334 sayfa
...similarly the darker image of the tally: Yet each to keep and all, retrievements out of the night, The song, the wondrous chant of the gray-brown bird,...And the tallying chant, the echo arous'd in my soul . . . The tally is an echo, as an image of voice must be, yet truly it does not echo the carol of the... | |
 | Richard Marius - 1994 - 592 sayfa
...comrade lustrous with silver face in the night. Yet each to keep and all, retrievements out of the night, The song, the wondrous chant of the gray-brown bird,...Comrades mine and I in the midst, and their memory ever to keep, for the dead I loved so well, For the sweetest, wisest soul of all my days and lands — and... | |
 | Jay Parini - 1995 - 788 sayfa
...comrade lustrous with silver face in the night. Yet each to keep and all, retrievements out of the night, The song, the wondrous chant of the gray-brown bird,...Comrades mine and I in the midst, and their memory ever to keep, for the dead I loved so well, For the sweetest, wisest soul of all my days and lands—and... | |
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Yet each to keep and all, retrievements out of the night, The song, the wondrous chant of the gray-brown bird, And the tallying chant, the echo arous'd in my soul, With the lustrous and drooping star with the countenance full of woe, With the holders... 
