“The jour printer with gray head and gaunt jaws works at his case, He turns his quid of tobacco, while his eyes blur with the manuscript.” EyeTurnsCasesHis EyesGrayTobaccoPrintingManuscriptsBlurPrinter Book:Leaves of Grass: A Textual Variorum of the Printed Poems, 1855-1856 Source: Leaves of Grass: A Textual Variorum of the Printed Poems, 1855-1856
“In the first seat, in robe of various dyes, A noble wildness flashing from his eyes, Sat Shakespeare: in one hand a wand he bore, For mighty wonders fam'd in days of yore: The other held a globe, which to his will Obedient turn'd, and own'd the master's skill: Things of the noblest kind his genius drew, And look'd through nature at a single view: A loose he gave to his unbounded soul, And taught new lands to rise, new seas to roll; Call'd into being scenes unknown before, And passing nature's bounds, was something more.” FirstsLooksKindSoulHandsEyeTurnsViewsWonderSeaLandTaughtMastersGeniusSceneSkillsBoundsVariousNoblePassingPassingsSatHis EyesSeatsBoresGlobesObedientRobesWildnessWands Book:Poems Source: Poems
“The common man wants nothing of life but health, longevity, amusement, comfort-“happiness.” He who does not despise this should turn his eyes from world history, for it contains nothing of the sort. The best that history has created is great suffering.” MenWorldWantShouldDoeEyeSufferingTurnsCommonComfortHis EyesDespiseLongevityAmusementWorld HistoryCommon Man Book:Aphorisms Source: Aphorisms