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Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman

Book XXXIV. Sands At Seventy: After the Dazzle of Day
After the dazzle of day is gone,
Only the dark, dark night shows to my eyes the stars;
After the clangor of organ majestic, or chorus, or perfect band,
Silent, athwart my soul, moves the symphony true.

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Song of Myself, XII

The butcher-boy puts off his killi… I loiter enjoying his repartee and… Blacksmiths with grimed and hairy… Each has his main-sledge, they are… From the cinder-strew’d threshold…
Book XXXIV. Sands At Seventy: Red Jacket (From Aloft)

Upon this scene, this show, Yielded to-day by fashion, learnin… (Nor in caprice alone– some grains… Haply, aloft, (who knows?) from di… As some old tree, or rock or cliff…
Book XXXV. Good-Bye My Fancy: Lingering Last Drops

And whence and why come you? We know not whence, (was the answe… We only know that we drift here wi… That we linger’d and lagg’d—but we… To make the passing shower’s concl…
Book V. Calamus: When I Peruse the Conquer’D Fame

When I peruse the conquer’d fame… mighty generals, I do not envy the… Nor the President in his Presiden… But when I hear of the brotherhoo… How through life, through dangers,…
Book XXX. Whispers of Heavenly Death: The Last Invocation

At the last, tenderly, From the walls of the powerful for… From the clasp of the knitted lock… doors, Let me be wafted.
Long I Thought That Knowledge

LONG I thought that knowledge al… but obtain knowledge! Then my lands engrossed me—Lands… southern savannas, engrossed me—Fo… be their orator;
Book XXIV. Autumn Rivulets: Unfolded Out of the Folds

Unfolded out of the folds of the w… always to come unfolded; Unfolded only out of the superbest… superbest man of the earth; Unfolded out of the friendliest wo…
Book V. Calamus: Trickle Drops

Trickle drops! my blue veins leavi… O drops of me! trickle, slow drops… Candid from me falling, drip, blee… From wounds made to free you whenc… From my face, from my forehead and…
Song of Myself, XLVIII

I have said that the soul is not m… And I have said that the body is… And nothing, not God, is greater… And whoever walks a furlong withou… And I or you pocketless of a dime…
Book XXX. Whispers of Heavenly Death: Chanting the Square Deific

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…
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Book XXI. Drum-Taps: How Solemn as One by One (Washington City, 1865)

How solemn as one by one, As the ranks returning worn and sw… As the faces the masks appear, as… (As I glance upward out of this p… you are,)
Book XXX. Whispers of Heavenly Death: As If a Phantom Caress’d Me

As if a phantom caress’d me, I thought I was not alone, walkin… But the one I thought was with me… one I loved, that caress’d me, As I lean and look through the gl…
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Book XX. By The Roadside: A Child’s Amaze

Silent and amazed, even when a lit… I remember I heard the preacher e… As contending against some being o…
Song of Myself, XIII

The negro holds firmly the reins o… The negro that drives the long dra… His blue shirt exposes his ample n… His glance is calm and commanding,… The sun falls on his crispy hair a…
Book XXIV. Autumn Rivulets: The Return of the Heroes

For the lands, and for these passi… Now I awhile return to thee, O so… Reclining on thy breast, giving my… Answering the pulses of thy sane a… Tuning a verse for thee.



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