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Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman

This Day, O Soul

THIS day, O soul, I give you a wondrous mirror;
Long in the dark, in tarnish and cloud it lay—But the cloud
        has pass’d, and the tarnish gone;
…Behold, O soul! it is now a clean and bright mirror,
Faithfully showing you all the things of the world.

Sequel to Drum-Taps

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Song of Myself, XXIII

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Book XXXIV. Sands At Seventy: A Prairie Sunset

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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 XXXIII. Songs Of Parting: These Carols

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1 AS nearing departure, As the time draws nigh, glooming,… A dread beyond, of I know not wha… 2 I shall go forth, I shall traverse The States—but…
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Here the frailest leaves of me, an… Here I shade and hide my thoughts… And yet they expose me more than a…
Book V. Calamus: City of Orgies

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Song of Myself, XXXVIII

Enough! enough! enough! Somehow I have been stunn’d. Stan… Give me a little time beyond my cu… I discover myself on the verge of… That I could forget the mockers a…
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,
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Book XVIII: A Broadway Pageant

Over the Western sea hither from… Courteous, the swart-cheek’d two-s… Leaning back in their open barouch… Ride to-day through Manhattan. Libertad! I do not know whether o…
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