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Walt Whitman

Book XX. By The Roadside: Roaming in Thought (After Reading Hegel)

Roaming in thought over the Universe, I saw the little that is Good
        steadily hastening towards immortality,
  And the vast all that is call’d Evil I saw hastening to merge itself
        and become lost and dead.

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By broad Potomac’s shore, again o… (Still uttering, still ejaculating… Again old heart so gay, again to y… returning, Again the freshness and the odors,…
Book XXXIV. Sands At Seventy: The Dead Emperor

To-day, with bending head and eyes… Less for the mighty crown laid low… Thy true condolence breathest, sen… Mourning a good old man—a faithful…
Book XXIV. Autumn Rivulets: My Picture-Gallery

In a little house keep I pictures… It is round, it is only a few inch… Yet behold, it has room for all th… Here the tableaus of life, and her… Here, do you know this? this is ci…
Book V. Calamus: To the East and to the West

To the East and to the West; To the man of the Seaside State,… To the Kanadian of the North—to t… These, with perfect trust, to depi… all men;
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Book XIX. Sea-Drift: On the Beach at Night Alone

On the beach at night alone, As the old mother sways her to and… As I watch the bright stars shini… universes and of the future. A vast similitude interlocks all,
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Book XXIV. Autumn Rivulets: Vocalism

Vocalism, measure, concentration,… to speak words; Are you full-lung’d and limber-lip… practice? from physique? Do you move in these broad lands a…
Book XXXV. Good-Bye My Fancy: Shakspere-Bacon’s Cipher

I doubt it not—then more, far more… In each old song bequeath’d—in eve… (Different—something unreck’d befo… In every object, mountain, tree, a… As part of each—evolv’d from each—…
Book XXXIV. Sands At Seventy: America

Centre of equal daughters, equal s… All, all alike endear’d, grown, un… Strong, ample, fair, enduring, cap… Perennial with the Earth, with Fr… A grand, sane, towering, seated M…
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Song of Myself, XLIII

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Book XXI. Drum-Taps: Ethiopia Saluting the Colors

Who are you dusky woman, so ancien… With your woolly-white and turban’… Why rising by the roadside here, d… (’Tis while our army lines Caroli… Forth from thy hovel door thou Et…
Book IV. Children of Adam: I Sing the Body Electric

I sing the body electric, The armies of those I love engirt… They will not let me off till I g… And discorrupt them, and charge th… Was it doubted that those who corr…
Book XXXV. Good-Bye My Fancy: “The Rounded Catalogue Divine Complete”

The devilish and the dark, the dyi… The countless (nineteen-twentieths… The crazed, prisoners in jail, the… Venom and filth, serpents, the rav… (What is the part the wicked and t…
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Book IV. Children of Adam: O Hymen! O Hymenee!

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