#AmericanWriters #XIXCentury #1855 #LeavesOfGrass
I am he bringing help for the sick… And for strong upright men I brin… I heard what was said of the unive… Heard it and heard it of several t… It is middling well as far as it g…
I heard that you ask’d for somethi… And to define America, her athlet… Therefore I send you my poems tha… wanted.
Sauntering the pavement or riding… Faces of friendship, precision, ca… The spiritual-prescient face, the… The face of the singing of music,… judges broad at the back-top,
WOMEN sit, or move to and fro—so… some young; The young are beautiful—but the ol… young.
The sobbing of the bells, the sudd… The slumberers rouse, the rapport… (Full well they know that message… Full well return, respond within t… reverberations,)
IN midnight sleep, of many a face… Of the look at first of the mortal… look; Of the dead on their backs, with a… I dream, I dream, I dream.
Sounds of the winter too, Sunshine upon the mountains—many a… From cheery railroad train—from ne… The whispering air—even the mute c… Children’s and women’s tones—rhyth…
AS a strong bird on pinions free, Joyous, the amplest spaces heavenw… Such be the thought I’d think to—… Such be the recitative I’d bring… The conceits of the poets of other…
Weave in, weave in, my hardy life, Weave yet a soldier strong and ful… Weave in red blood, weave sinews i… Weave lasting sure, weave day and… weave, tire not,
Me imperturbe, standing at ease in… Master of all, or mistress of all—… of irrational things, Imbued as they—passive, receptive,… Finding my occupation, poverty, no…
Dazzling and tremendous how quick… If I could not now and always sen… We also ascend dazzling and tremen… We found our own O my soul in the… My voice goes after what my eyes c…
Lo! THE unbounded sea! On its breast a Ship, spreading a… Ship, carrying even her moonsails; The pennant is flying aloft, as sh… speeds so stately—below, emulous w…
Tears! tears! tears! In the night, in solitude, tears; On the white shore dripping, dripp… Tears—not a star shining—all dark… Moist tears from the eyes of a muf…
Chanting the square deific, out of… Out of the old and new, out of the… Solid, four-sided, (all the sides… Old Brahm I, and I Saturnius am; Not Time affects me—I am Time, o…
Did we count great, O soul, to pe… Absorbing deep and full from thoug… But now from thee to me, caged bir… Filling the air, the lonesome room… Is it not just as great, O soul?
