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Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman

Book IV. Children of Adam: I Am He That Aches With Love

I am he that aches with amorous love;
  Does the earth gravitate? Does not all matter, aching, attract all
        matter?
  So the Body of me, to all I meet, or know.

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Song of Myself, XXV

Dazzling and tremendous how quick… If I could not now and always sen… We also ascend dazzling and tremen… We found our own O my soul in the… My voice goes after what my eyes c…
I Will Take an Egg Out of the Robin’s Nest

I WILL take an egg out of the ro… I will take a branch of gooseberri… and go and preach to the world; You shall see I will not meet a s… You shall see how I stump clergym…
Book I. Inscriptions: The Ship Starting

Lo! The unbounded sea! On its breast a Ship starting, sp… Ship, carrying even her moonsails; The pennant is flying aloft, as sh… below, emulous waves press forward…
Book XXXV. Good-Bye My Fancy: Interpolation Sounds

Over and through the burial chant, Organ and solemn service, sermon,… To me come interpolation sounds no… crowding up the aisle and from the… Of sudden battle’s hurry and harsh…
The Great City

The place where a great city stand… Nor the place of ceaseless salutes… Nor the place of the tallest and c… Nor the place of the best librarie… Nor the place of the most numerous…
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Book XXIV. Autumn Rivulets: Sparkles From the Wheel

Where the city’s ceaseless crowd m… Withdrawn I join a group of child… By the curb toward the edge of the… A knife-grinder works at his wheel… Bending over he carefully holds it…
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Book XIX. Sea-Drift: On the Beach at Night Alone

On the beach at night alone, As the old mother sways her to and… As I watch the bright stars shini… universes and of the future. A vast similitude interlocks all,
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Book XXIV. Autumn Rivulets: You Felons on Trial in Courts

You felons on trial in courts, You convicts in prison-cells, you… handcuff’d with iron, Who am I too that I am not on tri… Me ruthless and devilish as any, t…
Book XXXIV. Sands At Seventy: America

Centre of equal daughters, equal s… All, all alike endear’d, grown, un… Strong, ample, fair, enduring, cap… Perennial with the Earth, with Fr… A grand, sane, towering, seated M…
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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 XXXIV. Sands At Seventy: Mannahatta

My city’s fit and noble name resum… Choice aboriginal name, with marve… A rocky founded island—shores wher… going, hurrying sea waves.
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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Book XX. By The Roadside: Europe(The 72d and 73d Years of These States)

Suddenly out of its stale and drow… Like lightning it le’pt forth half… Its feet upon the ashes and the ra… O hope and faith! O aching close of exiled patriots’…
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Book XXXIV. Sands At Seventy: To Those Who’ve Fail’d

To those who’ve fail’d, in aspirat… To unnam’d soldiers fallen in fron… To calm, devoted engineers—to over… their ships, To many a lofty song and picture w…
The Dresser

1 An old man bending, I come, am… Years looking backward, resuming,… dren, Come tell us old man, as from youn… that love me;



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