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Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman

Book XX. By The Roadside: Gliding Over All

Gliding o’er all, through all,
Through Nature, Time, and Space,
As a ship on the waters advancing,
The voyage of the soul—not life alone,
Death, many deaths I’ll sing.

#1855 #AmericanWriters #LeavesOfGrass

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Book XXXII. From Noon to Starry Night: By Broad Potomac’s Shore

By broad Potomac’s shore, again o… (Still uttering, still ejaculating… Again old heart so gay, again to y… returning, Again the freshness and the odors,…
Book XXXV. Good-Bye My Fancy: Sail out for Good, Eidolon Yacht!

Heave the anchor short! Raise main-sail and jib—steer fort… O little white-hull’d sloop, now s… (I will not call it our concluding… But outset and sure entrance to th…
Book XIII: Song of the Exposition

(Ah little recks the laborer, How near his work is holding him t… The loving Laborer through space… After all not to create only, or f… But to bring perhaps from afar wha…
Book IV. Children of Adam: Spontaneous Me

Spontaneous me, Nature, The loving day, the mounting sun,… The arm of my friend hanging idly… The hill-side whiten’d with blosso… The same, late in autumn—the hues…
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…
Among the Multitude

AMONG the men and women, the mul… 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…
Book XXXIV. Sands At Seventy: Memories

How sweet the silent backward trac… The wanderings as in dreams—the me… their loves, joys, persons, voyage…
Book XXXIV. Sands At Seventy: Orange Buds by Mail from Florida

A lesser proof than old Voltaire’… Proof of this present time, and th… To my plain Northern hut, in outs… Brought safely for a thousand mile… Some three days since on their own…
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Book XX. By The Roadside: A Boston Ballad (1854)

To get betimes in Boston town I r… Here’s a good place at the corner,… Clear the way there Jonathan! Way for the President’s marshal—w… Way for the Federal foot and drag…
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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Song of Myself, XLIX

And as to you Death, and you bitt… To his work without flinching the… I see the elder-hand pressing rece… I recline by the sills of the exqu… And mark the outlet, and mark the…
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 XXXIII. Songs Of Parting: The Untold Want

The untold want, by life and land… Now, Voyager, sail thou forth, to…
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Book XX. By The Roadside: Thought

Of Equality—as if it harm’d me, g… rights as myself—as if it were not… that others possess the same.
Book XXI. Drum-Taps: Year that Trembled and Reel’d Beneath Me

Year that trembled and reel’d bene… Your summer wind was warm enough,… A thick gloom fell through the sun… Must I change my triumphant songs… Must I indeed learn to chant the…



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