51 The past and present wilt-I have fill'd them, emptied them.
I also say it is good to fall, battles are lost in the same spirit in which they are won.
Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the origin of all poems, You shall possess the good of the earth and sun, (there are millions of suns left you shall no longer take things at second or third hand, nor look.
To behold the day-break!If I worship one thing more than another it shall be the spread of my own body, or any part of it, Translucent mould of me it shall be you!The tops alone second the fire of this little battery, especially the main-top, They hold out bravely during the whole of the action.Are you the President?Down-hearted doubters dull and excluded, Frivolous, sullen, moping, angry, affected, dishearten'd, atheistical, I know every one of you, I know the sea of torment, doubt, despair and unbelief.Ever the hard unsunk hvordan å slå casino spilleautomater lære ground, Ever the eaters and drinkers, ever the upward and downward sun, ever the air and the ceaseless tides, Ever myself and my neighbors, refreshing, wicked, real, Ever the old inexplicable query, ever that thorn'd thumb, that breath of itches and.There is no stoppage and never can be stoppage, If I, you, and the worlds, and all beneath or upon their surfaces, were this moment reduced back to a pallid float, it would not avail the long run, We should surely bring up again where.Give me a little time beyond my cuff'd head, slumbers, dreams, gaping, I discover myself on the verge of a usual mistake.Prodigal, you have given me love-therefore I to you give love!Nest of guarded duplicate eggs!It is not chaos or death-it is form, union, plan-it is eternal life-it is Happiness.I am there, I help, I came stretch'd atop of the load, I felt its soft jolts, one leg reclined on the other, I jump from the cross-beams and seize the clover and timothy, And roll head over heels and tangle my hair full.And my spirit said No, we but level that lift to pass and continue beyond.Wider and wider they spread, expanding, always expanding, Outward and outward and forever outward.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.39 The friendly and flowing savage, who is he?I wonder where they get those tokens, Did I pass that way huge times ago and negligently drop them?This minute that comes to me over the past decillions, There is no better than it and now.None obey'd the command to kneel, Some made a mad and helpless rush, some stood stark and straight, A few fell at once, shot in the temple or heart, the living and dead lay together, The maim'd and mangled dug in the dirt, the new-comers.Evil propels me and reform of evil propels me, I stand indifferent, My gait is no fault-finder's or rejecter's gait, I moisten the roots of all that has grown.
That I walk up my stoop, I pause to consider if it really be, A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books.