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- O I the same, O nor down-balls nor perfumes, nor the high rain-emitting clouds, are borne through the open air, Any more than my soul is borne through the open air, Wafted in all directions O love, for friendship, for you.Book 5 — CALAMUS (57% in)
- I dote on myself, there is that lot of me and all so luscious, Each moment and whatever happens thrills me with joy, I cannot tell how my ankles bend, nor whence the cause of my faintest wish, Nor the cause of the friendship I emit, nor the cause of the friendship I take again.Book 3 — Song of Myself (41% in)
- O the joy of that vast elemental sympathy which only the human soul is capable of generating and emitting in steady and limitless floods.Book 11 — A Song of Joys (13% in)
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