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Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman

Book XXXIV. Sands At Seventy: The Calming Thought of All
That coursing on, whate’er men’s speculations,
Amid the changing schools, theologies, philosophies,
Amid the bawling presentations new and old,
The round earth’s silent vital laws, facts, modes continue.

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Apostroph

O MATER! O fils! O brood continental! O flowers of the prairies! O space boundless! O hum of might… O you teeming cities! O so invinc…
Who Is Now Reading This?

May-be one is now reading this who… life, Or may-be a stranger is reading th… Or may-be one who meets all my gra… derision,
Book XXXV. Good-Bye My Fancy: Good-Bye My Fancy!

Good-bye my Fancy! Farewell dear mate, dear love! I’m going away, I know not where, Or to what fortune, or whether I… So Good-bye my Fancy.
Book V. Calamus: This Moment Yearning and Thoughtful

This moment yearning and thoughtfu… It seems to me there are other men… thoughtful; It seems to me I can look over an… France, Spain—or far, far away, i…
Book I. Inscriptions: To Thee, Old Cause!

To thee old cause! Thou peerless, passionate, good ca… Thou stern, remorseless, sweet ide… Deathless throughout the ages, rac… After a strange sad war, great war…
Book XXXIV. Sands At Seventy: The Dead Tenor

As down the stage again, With Spanish hat and plumes, and… Back from the fading lessons of th… How much from thee! the revelation… (So firm—so liquid-soft—again that…
Book XX. By The Roadside: To Old Age

I see in you the estuary that enla… in the great sea.
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Book XXI. Drum-Taps: Rise O Days From Your Fathom-Less Deeps

Rise O days from your fathomless… Long for my soul hungering gymnast… Long I roam’d amid the woods of t… I travel’d the prairies over and s… Nevadas, I cross’d the plateaus,
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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Man Fishing, by Robert S. Duncanson
Book V. Calamus: To a Stranger

Passing stranger! you do not know… You must be he I was seeking, or… I have somewhere surely lived a li… All is recall’d as we flit by each… You grew up with me, were a boy wi…
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Book IV. Children of Adam: One Hour to Madness and Joy

One hour to madness and joy! O furious! O confine me not! (What is this that frees me so in… What do my shouts amid lightnings… O to drink the mystic deliria deep…
Book XXXV. Good-Bye My Fancy: Bravo, Paris Exposition!

Add to your show, before you close… With all the rest, visible, concre… and ores, Our sentiment wafted from many mil… (We grand-sons and great-grandsons…
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What Weeping Face

WHAT weeping face is that lookin… Why does it stream those sorrowful… Is it for some burial place, vast… Is it to wet the soil of graves?
Song of Myself, XXXIV

Now I tell what I knew in Texas… (I tell not the fall of Alamo, Not one escaped to tell the fall o… The hundred and fifty are dumb yet… ’Tis the tale of the murder in col…
Leaves of Grass. a Carol of Harvest for 1867

A SONG of the good green grass! A song no more of the city streets… A song of farms—a song of the soil… A song with the smell of sun-dried… handle the pitch-fork;



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