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Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman

Book I. Inscriptions: To a Historian
You who celebrate bygones,
Who have explored the outward, the surfaces of the races, the life that
has exhibited itself,
Who have treated of man as the creature of politics, aggregates, rulers
and priests,
I, habitan of the Alleghanies, treating of him as he is in himself in his
own rights,
Pressing the pulse of the life that has seldom exhibited itself, (the great
pride of man in himself,)
Chanter of Personality, outlining what is yet to be,
I project the history of the future.

Songs Before Parting

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Book XXXV. Good-Bye My Fancy: Sounds of the Winter

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…
Book XXXIV. Sands At Seventy: America

Centre of equal daughters, equal s… All, all alike endear’d, grown, un… Strong, ample, fair, enduring, cap… Perennial with the Earth, with Fr… A grand, sane, towering, seated M…
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Book XXI. Drum-Taps: Delicate Cluster

Delicate cluster! flag of teeming… Covering all my lands—all my seash… Flag of death! (how I watch’d you… pressing! How I heard you flap and rustle,…
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Book XXIV. Autumn Rivulets: The Prairie States

A newer garden of creation, no pri… Dense, joyous, modern, populous mi… With iron interlaced, composite, t… By all the world contributed—freed… The crown and teeming paradise, so…
Book V. Calamus: Sometimes with One I Love

Sometimes with one I love I fill… unreturn’d love, But now I think there is no unret… or another (I loved a certain person ardently…
Book XXI. Drum-Taps: As I Lay With my Head in Your Lap Camerado

As I lay with my head in your lap… The confession I made I resume—wh… the open air I resume: I know I am restless, and make ot… I know my words are weapons, full…
Book XXXV. Good-Bye My Fancy: Apparitions

A vague mist hanging ‘round half t… (Sometimes how strange and clear t… That all these solid things are in…
Book V. Calamus: Scented Herbage of my Breast

Scented herbage of my breast, Leaves from you I yield, I write,… Tomb-leaves, body-leaves, growing… Perennial roots, tall leaves—O th… delicate leaves,
Book XXXIV. Sands At Seventy: Old Salt Kossabone

Far back, related on my mother’s s… Old Salt Kossabone, I’ll tell yo… (Had been a sailor all his life—wa… grandchild, Jenny; House on a hill, with view of bay…
Book XXI. Drum-Taps: Race of Veterans

Race of veterans—race of victors! Race of the soil, ready for confli… (No more credulity’s race, abiding… Race henceforth owning no law but… Race of passion and the storm.
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Book XXX. Whispers of Heavenly Death: Darest Thou Now O Soul

Darest thou now O soul, Walk out with me toward the unknow… Where neither ground is for the fe… No map there, nor guide, Nor voice sounding, nor touch of h…
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.
Book XIX. Sea-Drift: On the Beach at Night Alone

On the beach at night alone, As the old mother sways her to and… As I watch the bright stars shini… universes and of the future. A vast similitude interlocks all,
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Song of Myself, XXV

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…
Book XXXIV. Sands At Seventy: The Dead Emperor

To-day, with bending head and eyes… Less for the mighty crown laid low… Thy true condolence breathest, sen… Mourning a good old man—a faithful…



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