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Walt Whitman

I Will Take an Egg Out of the Robin’s Nest

I WILL take an egg out of the robin’s nest in the orchard,
  I will take a branch of gooseberries from the old bush in the garden,
        and go and preach to the world;
  You shall see I will not meet a single heretic or scorner,
  You shall see how I stump clergymen, and confound them,
  You shall see me showing a scarlet tomato, and a white pebble from
        the beach.

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Book V. Calamus: Recorders Ages Hence

Recorders ages hence! Come, I will take you down undern… tell you what to say of me; Publish my name and hang up my pic… lover,
As I Walk, Solitary, Unattended

1 AS I walk, solitary, unattende… Around me I hear that eclat of th… produce, The announcements of recognized th… The approved growth of cities, and…
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Book XXXV. Good-Bye My Fancy: Osceola

When his hour for death had come, He slowly rais’d himself from the… Drew on his war-dress, shirt, legg… waist, Call’d for vermilion paint (his lo…
Book XIX. Sea-Drift: On the Beach at Night

On the beach at night, Stands a child with her father, Watching the east, the autumn sky. Up through the darkness, While ravening clouds, the burial…
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Book XXX. Whispers of Heavenly Death: Darest Thou Now O Soul

Darest thou now O soul, Walk out with me toward the unknow… Where neither ground is for the fe… No map there, nor guide, Nor voice sounding, nor touch of h…
Book V. Calamus: That Shadow My Likeness

That shadow my likeness that goes… chattering, chaffering, How often I find myself standing… How often I question and doubt wh… But among my lovers and caroling t…
Book XXXII. From Noon to Starry Night: From Far Dakota’s Canyons (June 25, 1876)

From far Dakota’s canyons, Lands of the wild ravine, the dusk… Haply to-day a mournful wall, hapl… The battle-bulletin, The Indian ambuscade, the craft,…
Book XXXV. Good-Bye My Fancy: The Pallid Wreath

Somehow I cannot let it go yet, f… Let it remain back there on its na… With pink, blue, yellow, all blanc… One wither’d rose put years ago fo… But I do not forget thee. Hast th…
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Book XXIV. Autumn Rivulets: Wandering at Morn

Wandering at morn, Emerging from the night from gloom… Yearning for thee harmonious Unio… Thee coil’d in evil times my count… every meanness, treason thrust upo…
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Song of Myself, XXIV

Walt Whitman, a kosmos, of Manhat… Turbulent, fleshy, sensual, eating… No sentimentalist, no stander abov… No more modest than immodest. Unscrew the locks from the doors!
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Book XXXV. Good-Bye My Fancy: On, on the Same, Ye Jocund Twain!

On, on the same, ye jocund twain! My life and recitative, containing… Fitful as motley-tongues of flame,… one—combining all, My single soul—aims, confirmations…
Book XXX. Whispers of Heavenly Death: Quicksand Years

Quicksand years that whirl me I k… Your schemes, politics, fail, line… Only the theme I sing, the great… One’s-self must never give way—tha… all is sure,
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Leaves of Grass

Come, said my Soul Such verses for my Body let us wr… That should I after death invisib… Or, long, long hence, in other sph… There to some group of mates the c…
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Book V. Calamus: The Prairie-Grass Dividing

The prairie-grass dividing—its spe… I demand of it the spiritual corre… Demand the most copious and close… Demand the blades to rise of words… Those of the open atmosphere, coar…
Book I. Inscriptions: Me Imperturbe

Me imperturbe, standing at ease in… Master of all, or mistress of all—… of irrational things, Imbued as they—passive, receptive,… Finding my occupation, poverty, no…
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