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Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman

To Other Lands

I HEAR you have been asking for something to repre–
        sent the new race, our self-poised Democracy,
Therefore I send you my poems, that you behold in
        them what you wanted.

Leaves of Grass

#Americans #XIXCentury

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Book XXI. Drum-Taps: An Army Corps on the March

With its cloud of skirmishers in a… With now the sound of a single sho… irregular volley, The swarming ranks press on and on… Glittering dimly, toiling under th…
Book XXXIII. Songs Of Parting: Years of the Modern

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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 XXXV. Good-Bye My Fancy: A Persian Lesson

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Book XXXIV. Sands At Seventy: The Voice of the Rain

And who art thou? said I to the s… Which, strange to tell, gave me an… I am the Poem of Earth, said the… Eternal I rise impalpable out of… Upward to heaven, whence, vaguely…
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Book XXIV. Autumn Rivulets: Others May Praise What They Like

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O A new song, a free song, Flapping, flapping, flapping, flap… By the wind’s voice and that of th… By the banner’s voice and child’s… Low on the ground and high in the…
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