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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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Blind loving wrestling touch, shea… Did it make you ache so, leaving m… Parting track’d by arriving, perpe… Rich showering rain, and recompens… Sprouts take and accumulate, stand…
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Book V. Calamus: When I Peruse the Conquer’D Fame

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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 XXXII. From Noon to Starry Night: Thou Orb Aloft Full-Dazzling

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Book XXXIV. Sands At Seventy: An Evening Lull

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Book XXXII. From Noon to Starry Night: O Magnet-South

O magnet-south! O glistening perf… O quick mettle, rich blood, impuls… to me! O dear to me my birth-things—all m… was born—the grains, plants, river…
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Book XXXV. Good-Bye My Fancy: When the Full-Grown Poet Came

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Book XXIII: Reversals

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