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Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman

Book XXII. Memories of President Lincoln: This Dust Was Once the Man

This dust was once the Man,
  Gentle, plain, just and resolute—under whose cautious hand,
  Against the foulest crime in history known in any land or age,
  Was saved the Union of These States.

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Book IV. Children of Adam: Facing West From California’s Shores

Facing west, from California’s sh… Inquiring, tireless, seeking what… I, a child, very old, over waves,… land of migrations, look afar, Look off the shores of my Western…
Book V. Calamus: In Paths Untrodden

In paths untrodden, In the growth by margins of pond-w… Escaped from the lite that exhibit… From all the standards hitherto pu… conformities,
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As Nearing Departure

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…
Or From That Sea of Time

OR, from that Sea of Time, Spray, blown by the wind—a double… (O little shells, so curious-convo… Yet will you not, to the tympans o… Murmurs and echoes still bring up—…
Book XXIV. Autumn Rivulets: Warble of Lilac-Time

Warble me now for joy of lilac-tim… Sort me O tongue and lips for Nat… Gather the welcome signs, (as chil… Put in April and May, the hylas c… Bees, butterflies, the sparrow wit…
Book XI: A Song of Joys

O to make the most jubilant song! Full of music-full of manhood, wom… Full of common employments-full of… O for the voices of animals-O for… O for the dropping of raindrops in…
Book IV. Children of Adam: Ages and Ages, Returning at Intervals

Ages and ages returning at interva… Undestroy’d, wandering immortal, Lusty, phallic, with the potent or… I, chanter of Adamic songs, Through the new garden the West,…
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Says

I SAY whatever tastes sweet to t… —That is finally right. I SAY the human shape or face is… never be made ridiculous; I say for ornaments nothing outré…
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 IV. Children of Adam: We Two, How Long We Were Fool’D

We two, how long we were fool’d, Now transmuted, we swiftly escape… We are Nature, long have we been… We become plants, trunks, foliage,… We are bedded in the ground, we ar…
Book IV. Children of Adam: One Hour to Madness and Joy

One hour to madness and joy! O furious! O confine me not! (What is this that frees me so in… What do my shouts amid lightnings… O to drink the mystic deliria deep…
To the Sayers of Words

EARTH, round, rolling, compact—s… mals—all these are words to be sai… Watery, vegetable, sauroid advance… tions, lispings of the future, Behold! these are vast words to be…
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Book XXIV. Autumn Rivulets: To a Common Prostitute

Be composed—be at ease with me—I… Not till the sun excludes you, do… Not till the waters refuse to glis… My girl, I appoint with you an ap… charge you that you make preparati…
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Book IV. Children of Adam: O Hymen! O Hymenee!

O hymen! O hymenee! why do you ta… O why sting me for a swift moment… Why can you not continue? O why d… Is it because if you continued bey… soon certainly kill me?
Book XXI. Drum-Taps: Look Down Fair Moon

Look down fair moon and bathe this… Pour softly down night’s nimbus fl… On the dead on their backs with ar… Pour down your unstinted nimbus sa…
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