- Book XIX: Sea-Drift - Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking
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Out of the cradle endlessly rocking, Out of the mocking-bird's throat, the musical shuttle, Out of the Ninth-month midnight, Over the sterile sands and the fields beyond, where the child leaving his bed wander'd alone, bareheaded, barefoot, Down from the shower'd halo, Up from the mystic play of shadows twining and twisting as if they were alive,
- Leaves of Grass (1882) Sea-Drift Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking
Out of the cradle endlessly rocking, Out of the mocking-bird's throat, the musical shuttle, Out of the Ninth-month midnight, Over the sterile sands and the fields beyond, where the child leaving his bed wander'd alone, bareheaded, barefoot, Down from the shower'd halo, Up from the mystic play of shadows twining and twisting as if they were alive,
- Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking. | Whitman Archive
Blow up sea-winds along Paumanok's shore; I wait and I wait till you blow my mate to me Yes, when the stars glisten'd, All night long on the prong of a moss-scallop'd stake, Down almost amid the slapping waves, Sat the lone singer wonderful causing tears
- Book Xix. Sea-drift | Leaves Of Grass | Books | Skedbooks
Out of the cradle endlessly rocking, Out of the mocking-bird’s throat, the musical shuttle, Out of the Ninth-month midnight, Over the sterile sands and the fields beyond, where the child leaving his bed wander’d alone, bareheaded, barefoot, Down from the shower’d halo, Up from the mystic play of shadows twining and twisting as if they
- Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman: Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking
Out of the cradle endlessly rocking, Out of the mocking-bird's throat, the musical shuttle, Out of the Ninth-month midnight, Over the sterile sands and the fields beyond, where the child leaving his bed wander'd alone, bareheaded, barefoot, Down from the shower'd halo, Up from the mystic play of shadows twining and twisting as if they were alive,
- Book XIX. Sea-Drift: Out Of The Cradle Endlessly Rocking
Are you whispering it, and have been all the time, you sea-waves? Is that it from your liquid rims and wet sands?
- BOOK XIX. SEA-DRIFT_Leaves of Grass 草叶集_英文短篇小说
"The sand-sea deepens with fathomless ice, And darkness masses its endless clouds;" 瀚海阑干百丈冰，愁云黪淡万里凝。 来自英汉 - 翻译样例 - 文学
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