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, covcr'd with sweat, The twinges that sting like needles his legs and neck, the murderous buckshot... Problems of Suffering in Religions of the World - Pagina 4de John Bowker - 1970 - 318 paginiPrevizualizare limitată - Despre această carte
| Walt Whitman - 1897 - 474 pagini
...the sharplipp'd unshaved men ; All this I swallow, it tastes good, I like it well, it becomes mine, I am the man, I suffer'd, I was there. The disdain...twinges that sting like needles his legs and neck, the mur derous buckshot and the bullets, All these I feel or am. I am the hounded slave, I wince at the... | |
| Walt Whitman - 1897 - 484 pagini
...the sharplipp'd unshaved men ; All this I swallow, it tastes good, I like it well, it becomes mine, I am the man, I suffer'd, I was there. The disdain...witch, burnt with dry wood, her children gazing on, The twinges that sting like needles his legs and neck, the murderous buckshot and the bullets, All these... | |
| Walt Whitman - 1897 - 484 pagini
...the sharplipp'd unshaved men ; Al l this I swallow, it tastes good, I like it well, it becomes mine, I am the man, I suffer'd, I was there. The disdain...calmness of martyrs. The mother of old, condemn'd for a witi h, burnt with dry wood, her children gazing on, The twinges that sting like needles his legs and... | |
| Walt Whitman - 1900 - 594 pagini
...am the man — I suffer' d— I was there. The disdain and calmness of olden* martyrs ; The mother, condemn'd for a witch, burnt with dry wood, her children...that flags in the race, leans by the fence, blowing, cover' d with sweat ; I'hc twinges that sting like needles his legs and neck — the murderous buckshot... | |
| Walt Whitman - 1900 - 554 pagini
...— I suffer' d — I was there. The disdain and calmness of olden1 martyrs ; The mother, condemn' d for a witch, burnt with dry wood, her children gazing...that flags in the race, leans by the fence, blowing, cover' d with sweat ; The twinges that sting like needles his legs and neck — the murderous buckshot... | |
| Walt Whitman - 1900 - 548 pagini
...I was there. The disdain and calmness of olden'^martyrs ; The mother, condemn" d for a witch, Imrnt with dry wood, her children gazing on ; The hounded slave that flags in thr race, le*.ns by the fence, ' blowing, cover' d with sweat ; The twinges that sting like needles... | |
| Curtis Hidden Page - 1905 - 736 pagini
...the sharp-lipp'd unshaved men; All this I swallow, it tastes good, I like it well, it becomes mine, I am the man, I suffer'd, I was there. The disdain...witch, burnt with dry wood, her children gazing on, 120 The hounded slave that flags in the race, leans by the fence, blowing, cover'd with sweat, The... | |
| Curtis Hidden Page - 1905 - 738 pagini
...the sharp-lipp'd unshaved men; All this I swallow, it tastes good, I like it well, it becomes mine, I am the man, I suffer'd, I was there. The disdain and calmness of martyrs, The mother of old, condemn'«! for a witch, burnt with dry wood, her children gazing ОП, 120 The hounded slave that... | |
| Curtis Hidden Page - 1905 - 732 pagini
...martyrs, The mother of old, condemn'd for a witch, burnt with dry wood, her children gazing on, no The hounded slave that flags in the race, leans by the fence, blowing, eover'd with sweat, The twinges that sting like needles his legs and neck, the murderous buckshot and... | |
| Walt Whitman - 1916 - 390 pagini
...the sharp-lipp'd unshaved men; All this I swallow, it tastes good, I like it well, it becomes mine, I am the man, I suffer'd, I was there. 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... | |
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