Day full-blown and splendid-day of the immense sun, action, ambition, laughter, The Night follows close with millions of suns, and sleep and restoring darkness.
I have sometimes thought that the laws ought not to punish those actions of evil which are committed when the senses are steeped in intoxication.
Now understand me well. It is provided in the essence of things that from any fruition of success, no matter what, shall come forth something to make a greater struggle necessary.
Dearest comrades, all is over and long gone, But love is not over.
This face is a dog's snout sniffing for garbage, snakes nest in that mouth, I hear the sibilant threat.
I am of old and young, of the foolish as much as the wise, Regardless of others, ever regardful of others, Maternal as well as paternal, a child as well as a man, Stuffed with the stuff that is course, and stuffed with the stuff that is fine.
I see that I am to wait for what will be exhibited by death.
All music is what awakes from you when you are reminded by the instruments. It is not the violins and the cornets-it is not the oboe nor the beating drums, nor the score of the baritone singer singing his sweet romanza-nor that of the women's chorus; it is nearer and farther than they.
The fruition of beauty is no chance of hit or miss... it is inevitable as life.
And as to you Death, and you bitter hug of mortality, it is idle to try to alarm me.
I speak the password primeval; I give the sign of democracy.
We also ascend dazzling and tremendous as the sun, We found our own O my soul in the calm and cool of the daybreak.
I have no mockings or arguments; I witness and wait.
As to scenery (giving my own thought and feeling), while I know the standard claim is that Yosemite, Niagara Falls, the Upper Yellowstone and the like afford the greatest natural shows, I am not so sure but the prairies and plains, while less stunning at first sight, last longer, fill the esthetic sense fuller, precede all the rest, and make North America's characteristic landscape.
He most honors my style who learns under it to destroy the teacher.
Seasons pursuing each other the indescribable crowd is gathered, it is the fourth of Seventh-month, (what salutes of cannon and small arms!
Give me such shows - give me the streets of Manhattan!
Out of every fruition of success, no matter what, comes forth something to make a new effort necessary.
Press close, bare-bosomed Night! Press close, magnetic, nourishing Night! Night of south winds! Night of the large, few stars! Still, nodding Night! Mad, naked, Summer Night!
The past, the future, majesty, love - if they are vacant of you, you are vacant of them.
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?
Future years will never know the seething hell and the black infernal background, the countless minor scenes and interiors of the secession war; and it is best they should not. The real war will never get in the books.
What is commonest and cheapest and nearest and easiest is Me, Me going in for my chances, spending for vast returns, Adorning myself to bestow myself on the first that will take me, Not asking the sky to come down to my goodwill, Scattering if freely forever.
Ah little recks the laborer, How near his work is holding him to God, The loving Laborer through space and time
Strong and content I travel the open road.
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