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Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman

Book XXXIV. Sands At Seventy: Life and Death

The two old, simple problems ever intertwined,
Close home, elusive, present, baffled, grappled.
By each successive age insoluble, pass’d on,
To ours to-day—and we pass on the same.

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Book XXI. Drum-Taps: By the Bivouac’s Fitful Flame

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Book XXXII. From Noon to Starry Night: Old War-Dreams

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For him I sing, I raise the present on the past, (As some perennial tree out of its… With time and space I him dilate… To make himself by them the law un…
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IN the new garden, in all the par… In cities now, modern, I wander, Though the second or third result,… Days, places, indifferent—though v… Time, Paradise, the Mannahatta, t…
Song of Myself, LI

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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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I believe a leaf of grass is no le… And the pismire is equally perfect… And the tree-toad is a chef-d’oeuv… And the running blackberry would a… And the narrowest hinge in my hand…
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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.
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Book XXXIII. Songs Of Parting: These Carols

These Carols, sung to cheer my pa… For completion, I dedicate to the…
Book XIX. Sea-Drift: The World below the Brine

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