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To-day, with bending head and eyes, thou… Less for the mighty crown laid low in so… Thy true condolence breathest, sendest o… Mourning a good old man—a faithful sheph…
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O TO make the most jubilant poem! Even to set off these, and merge with th… O full of music! full of manhood, womanh… Full of common employments! full of grai… O for the voices of animals! O for the…
As Adam, early in the morning, Walking forth from the bower, refresh’d… Behold me where I pass—hear my voice—ap… Touch me—touch the palm of your hand to… Be not afraid of my Body.
Silent and amazed, even when a little bo… I remember I heard the preacher every S… As contending against some being or infl…
From far Dakota’s canyons, Lands of the wild ravine, the dusky Sio… Haply to-day a mournful wall, haply a tr… The battle-bulletin, The Indian ambuscade, the craft, the fa…
Afoot and light-hearted I take to the o… Healthy, free, the world before me, The long brown path before me, leading w… Henceforth I ask not good-fortune—I mys… Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone…
There was a child went forth every day, And the first object he look’d upon, tha… And that object became part of him for t… Or for many years or stretching cycles o… The early lilacs became part of this chi…
The world below the brine, Forests at the bottom of the sea, the br… Sea-lettuce, vast lichens, strange flowe… openings, and pink turf, Different colors, pale gray and green, p…
Lover divine and perfect Comrade, Waiting content, invisible yet, but cert… Be thou my God. Thou, thou, the Ideal Man, Fair, able, beautiful, content, and lovi…
Many things to absorb I teach to help y… Yet if blood like mine circle not in you… If you be not silently selected by lover…
SHUT not your doors to me, proud libra… For that which was lacking among you all… most, I bring; A book I have made for your dear sake,… And for you, O soul of man, and you, lo…
Race of veterans—race of victors! Race of the soil, ready for conflict—rac… (No more credulity’s race, abiding-tempe… Race henceforth owning no law but the la… Race of passion and the storm.
Skirting the river road, (my forenoon wa… Skyward in air a sudden muffled sound, t… The rushing amorous contact high in spac… The clinching interlocking claws, a livi… Four beating wings, two beaks, a swirlin…
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 clouds…
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YEARS of the unperform’d! your horizon… parting away for more august dramas; I see not America only—I see not only… but other nations preparing; I see tremendous entrances and exits—I…