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You will hardly know who I am or what I mean, But I shall be good health to you nevertheless, And filter and fibre your blood.
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I hear the train'd soprano (what work with hers is this?) The orchestra whirls me wider than Uranus flies, It wrenches such ardors from me I did not know I possess'd them, It sails me, I dab with bare feet, they are lick'd by the.Sermons, creeds, theology-but the fathomless human brain, And what is reason?And what is life?Have you practis'd so long to learn to read?We have thus far exhausted trillions of winters and summers, There are trillions ahead, and trillions ahead of them.If our colors are struck and the fighting done?The last scud of day holds back for me, It flings my likeness after the rest and true as any on the shadow'd wilds, It coaxes me to the vapor and the dusk.See ever so far, there is limitless space outside of that, Count ever so much, there is limitless time rabattkod nelly nyhetsbrev around that.This is the grass that grows wherever the land is and the water is, This the common air that bathes the globe.Again gurgles the mouth of my dying general, he furiously waves with his hand, He gasps through the clot Mind not me-mind-the entrenchments.Easily written loose-finger'd chords-I feel the thrum of your climax and close.I do not snivel that snivel the world over, That months are vacuums and the ground but wallow and filth.The well-taken photographs-but your wife or friend close and solid in your arms?
Detayl Bilgi, sayfay kaydrn.
In me the caresser of life wherever moving, backward as well as forward sluing, To niches aside and junior bending, not a person or object missing, Absorbing all to myself and for this song.And to those whose war-vessels sank in the sea!DNS sunucu deiiklii yaptktan sonra Xhemster sitesine giri yapmakta sorun yayorsanz ayrca cihaznzda kullandnz internet taraycsn yeninden balatmay veya kapatp tekrar açmay deneyebilirsiniz.I do not know what is untried and afterward, But I know it will in its turn prove sufficient, and cannot fail.Mine is no callous shell, I have instant conductors all over me whether I pass or stop, They seize every object and lead it harmlessly through.I am sorry for you, they are not murderous or jealous upon me, All has been gentle with me, I keep no account with lamentation, (What have I to do with lamentation?) I am an acme of things accomplish'd, and I an encloser of things.I am an old artillerist, I tell of my fort's bombardment, I am there again.Eleves, I salute you!Till we find where the sly one hides and bring him forth, Ever love, ever the sobbing liquid of life, Ever the bandage under the chin, ever the trestles of death.The disdain and calmness of martyrs, The mother of old, condemn'd for a witch, burnt with dry wood, her children gazing on, The hounded slave that flags in the race, leans by the fence, blowing, cover'd with sweat, The twinges that sting like needles his.I heard what was said of the universe, Heard it and heard it of several thousand years; It is middling well as far as it goes-but is that all?