Leaves of Grassin a sentence
Leaves of Grass
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Leaves of Grass delights in the senses and elevates humanity.
Leaves of Grass = a collection of mid-19th century poems by Walt Whitman
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It was Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman, and he had carried it with him throughout the war.
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Leaves of Grass = a collection of mid-19th century poems by Walt Whitman including Song of Myself and I Sing the Body Electric
- So when the bell rang, I took Leaves of Grass from my bag and then zipped it back up slowly while everyone raced off either to home or to extracurriculars. (source)
- Shakespeare, a tattered volume of Leaves of Grass, the three scrapbooks —The Nolan Volume of Contemporary Poetry, The Nolan Book of Classical Poems, and The Book of Annie Laurie. (source)
- It was the Penguin Classics version of the first edition of Leaves of Grass. (source)
- Selected Poems of Emily Dickinson and Leaves of Grass. (source)
- I'd brought Margo's copy of Leaves of Grass to school, and I started reading the highlighted parts of "Song of Myself" again, under the desk while Mr. Jiminez scratched away at the blackboard. (source)
- Leaves of Grass. (source)
- He's fond of the poems of Walt Whitman, and Leaves of Grass was on the bench beside him. (source)
- His face softened as he saw the stack of letters and Whitman's Leaves of Grass. (source)
- It was Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman, the book I'd brought to him in the hospital, the book that I could never imagine him without. (source)
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- Instead, he sat at his desk, reading the letters that he and Allie had written to each other over the years or thumbing through his copy of Leaves of Grass. (source)
- There were other items, too—dried flowers and newspaper clippings about Allie's shows, special gifts from the children, the edition of Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman that had been his companion throughout World War II. (source)
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The poem is about our connectedness—each of us sharing the same root system like leaves of grass.
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leaves of grass = grass leaves, literally
- We can hear others, and we can travel to them without moving, and we can imagine them, and we are all connected one to the other by a crazy root system like so many leaves of grass—but the game makes me wonder whether we can really ever fully become another. (source)
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