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Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman

Solid, Ironical, Rolling Orb

SOLID, ironical, rolling orb!
Master of all, and matter of fact!—at last I accept your
        terms;
Bringing to practical, vulgar tests, of all my ideal
        dreams,
And of me, as lover and hero.

Drum-Taps

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Book XXXV. Good-Bye My Fancy: Mirages

More experiences and sights, stran… Times again, now mostly just after… Sometimes in spring, oftener in au… plain sight, Camps far or near, the crowded str…
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Elemental Drifts

1 ELEMENTAL drifts! O I wish I could impress others a… have just been impressing me. 2 As I ebb’d with an ebb of the… As I wended the shores I know,
Book XXIV. Autumn Rivulets: Thought

Of persons arrived at high positio… and the like; (To me all that those persons have… except as it results to their bodi… So that often to me they appear ga…
Book XX. By The Roadside: To Old Age

I see in you the estuary that enla… in the great sea.
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Book XXI. Drum-Taps: Bivouac on a Mountain Side

I see before me now a traveling ar… Below a fertile valley spread, wit… Behind, the terraced sides of a mo… Broken, with rocks, with clinging… The numerous camp-fires scatter’d…
Book XXXIV. Sands At Seventy: As the Greek’s Signal Flame

As the Greek’s signal flame, by a… Rose from the hill-top, like appla… Welcoming in fame some special vet… With rosy tinge reddening the land… So I aloft from Mannahatta’s ship…
Book XXIV. Autumn Rivulets: Unnamed Lands

Nations ten thousand years before… thousand years before these States… Garner’d clusters of ages that men… and travel’d their course and pass… What vast-built cities, what order…
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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 XXI. Drum-Taps: Virginia—The West

The noble sire fallen on evil days… I saw with hand uplifted, menacing… (Memories of old in abeyance, love… The insane knife toward the Mothe… The noble son on sinewy feet advan…
Book XIX. Sea-Drift: Patroling Barnegat

Wild, wild the storm, and the sea… Steady the roar of the gale, with… Shouts of demoniac laughter fitful… Waves, air, midnight, their savage… Out in the shadows there milk-whit…
Book V. Calamus: Full of Life Now

Full of life, now, compact, visibl… I, forty years old the Eighty-thi… To one a century hence, or any num… To you, yet unborn, these, seeking… When you read these, I, that was…
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Book XX. By The Roadside: Europe(The 72d and 73d Years of These States)

Suddenly out of its stale and drow… Like lightning it le’pt forth half… Its feet upon the ashes and the ra… O hope and faith! O aching close of exiled patriots’…
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Book XXVIII: The Sleepers

Stepping with light feet, swiftly and noiselessly stepping and stopping, Bending with open eyes over the shut eyes of sleepers, Wandering and confused, lost to myself, ill-assorted, con...
Book XXXIV. Sands At Seventy: Continuities

Nothing is ever really lost, or ca… No birth, identity, form—no object… Nor life, nor force, nor any visib… Appearance must not foil, nor shif… Ample are time and space—ample the…
Book I. Inscriptions: To the States

To The States, or any one of them… Resist much, obey little; Once unquestioning obedience, once… Once fully enslaved, no nation, st…
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