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The Interior of the Nieuwe Kerk, Amsterdam, with a Sermon in Progress, by Emanuel de Witte
Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman

Book XX. By The Roadside: A Child’s Amaze

Silent and amazed, even when a little boy,
I remember I heard the preacher every Sunday put God in his statements,
As contending against some being or influence.

#1855 #AmericanWriters #LeavesOfGrass

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Book XXXIV. Sands At Seventy: Washington’s Monument February, 1885

Ah, not this marble, dead and cold… Far from its base and shaft expand… comprehending, Thou, Washington, art all the wor… alone, America,
As I Walk, Solitary, Unattended

1 AS I walk, solitary, unattende… Around me I hear that eclat of th… produce, The announcements of recognized th… The approved growth of cities, and…
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Book XVII. Birds Of Passage: France, the 18th Year of these States

A great year and place A harsh discordant natal scream ou… heart closer than any yet. I walk’d the shores of my Eastern… Heard over the waves the little vo…
Book XX. By The Roadside: Perfections

Only themselves understand themsel… As souls only understand souls.
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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 XIX. Sea-Drift: On the Beach at Night

On the beach at night, Stands a child with her father, Watching the east, the autumn sky. Up through the darkness, While ravening clouds, the burial…
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Book XXXII. From Noon to Starry Night: Excelsior

Who has gone farthest? for I woul… And who has been just? for I woul… And who most cautious? for I woul… And who has been happiest? O I th… happier than I,
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Song of Myself, XXXV

Would you hear of an old-time sea-… Would you learn who won by the lig… List to the yarn, as my grandmothe… Our foe was no skulk in his ship… His was the surly English pluck,…
Book V. Calamus: Among the Multitude

Among the men and women, the multi… I perceive one picking me out by s… Acknowledging none else—not parent… any nearer than I am; Some are baffled—But that one is…
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Song of Myself, XVII

These are really the thoughts of a… If they are not yours as much as m… If they are not the riddle and the… If they are not just as close as t… This is the grass that grows where…
Book XXIV. Autumn Rivulets: Old Ireland

Far hence amid an isle of wondrous… Crouching over a grave an ancient… Once a queen, now lean and tatter’… Her old white hair drooping dishev… At her feet fallen an unused royal…
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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 XXXIV. Sands At Seventy: The Wallabout Martyrs

Greater than memory of Achilles o… More, more by far to thee than tom… Those cart loads of old charnel as… Once living men—once resolute cour… The stepping stones to thee to-day…
Book XXXIV. Sands At Seventy: To Get the Final Lilt of Songs

To get the final lilt of songs, To penetrate the inmost lore of po… Job, Homer, Eschylus, Dante, Sha… To diagnose the shifting-delicate… truly understand,
Book XXI. Drum-Taps: The Wound-Dresser

An old man bending I come among n… Years looking backward resuming in… Come tell us old man, as from youn… (Arous’d and angry, I’d thought t… But soon my fingers fail’d me, my…



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