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Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman

Book XXXIV. Sands At Seventy: The Wallabout Martyrs

Greater than memory of Achilles or Ulysses,
More, more by far to thee than tomb of Alexander,
Those cart loads of old charnel ashes, scales and splints of mouldy bones,
Once living men—once resolute courage, aspiration, strength,
The stepping stones to thee to-day and here, America.

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Book XXI. Drum-Taps: Spirit Whose Work Is Done (Washington City, 1865)

Spirit whose work is done—spirit o… Ere departing fade from my eyes yo… Spirit of gloomiest fears and doub… Spirit of many a solemn day and ma… That with muttering voice through…
Book XX. By The Roadside: Mother and Babe

I see the sleeping babe, nestling… mother; The sleeping mother and babe—hush’… long and long.
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Book V. Calamus: I Dream’d in a Dream

I dream’d in a dream I saw a city… of the rest of the earth, I dream’d that was the new city of… Nothing was greater there than the… It was seen every hour in the acti…
Book XXXV. Good-Bye My Fancy: A Christmas Greeting

Welcome, Brazilian brother—thy am… A loving hand—a smile from the nor… (Let the future care for itself, w… Ours, ours the present throe, the… the faith;)
Book V. Calamus: Behold This Swarthy Face

Behold this swarthy face—these gra… This beard—the white wool, unclipt… My brown hands, and the silent man… Yet comes one, a Manhattanese, an… on the lips with robust love,
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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…
Book I. Inscriptions: To You

Stranger! if you, passing, meet me… speak to me, why should you not sp… And why should I not speak to you…
Book XXII. Memories of President Lincoln: Hush’d Be the Camps To Day (May 4, 1865)

Hush’d be the camps to-day, And soldiers let us drape our war-… And each with musing soul retire t… Our dear commander’s death. No more for him life’s stormy conf…
Book I. Inscriptions: Me Imperturbe

Me imperturbe, standing at ease in… Master of all, or mistress of all—… of irrational things, Imbued as they—passive, receptive,… Finding my occupation, poverty, no…
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Book XXXII. From Noon to Starry Night: Thick-Sprinkled Bunting

Thick-sprinkled bunting! flag of s… Long yet your road, fateful flag—l… bloody death, For the prize I see at issue at l… All its ships and shores I see in…
Book XXXIV. Sands At Seventy: A Carol Closing Sixty-Nine

A carol closing sixty-nine—a resum… My lines in joy and hope continuin… Of ye, O God, Life, Nature, Fre… Of you, my Land—your rivers, prai… Your aggregate retain’d entire—Of…
Book XX. By The Roadside: A Hand-Mirror

Hold it up sternly—see this it sen… Outside fair costume, within ashes… No more a flashing eye, no more a… Now some slave’s eye, voice, hands… A drunkard’s breath, unwholesome e…
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Song of Myself, XXXVI

Stretch’d and still lies the midni… Two great hulls motionless on the… Our vessel riddled and slowly sink… The captain on the quarter-deck co… Near by the corpse of the child th…
Book V. Calamus: A Promise to California

A promise to California, Also to the great Pastoral Plains… Sojourning east a while longer, so… to teach robust American love; For I know very well that I and r…
Book XXIV. Autumn Rivulets: The City Dead-House

By the city dead-house by the gate… As idly sauntering wending my way… I curious pause, for lo, an outcas… Her corpse they deposit unclaim’d,… The divine woman, her body, I see…



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