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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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Song of Myself, X

Alone far in the wilds and mountai… Wandering amazed at my own lightne… In the late afternoon choosing a s… Kindling a fire and broiling the f… Falling asleep on the gather’d lea…
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 XXI. Drum-Taps: The Artilleryman’s Vision

While my wife at my side lies slum… And my head on the pillow rests at… And through the stillness, through… of my infant, There in the room as I wake from…
Book III: Song of Myself (1– 36)

I celebrate myself, and sing mysel… And what I assume you shall assum… For every atom belonging to me as… I loafe and invite my soul, I lean and loafe at my ease observ…
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Book XXIII: Reversals

Let that which stood in front go b… Let that which was behind advance… Let bigots, fools, unclean persons… Let the old propositions be postpo… Let a man seek pleasure everywhere…
States!

STATES! Were you looking to be held togeth… By an agreement on a paper? Or by… Away! I arrive, bringing these, beyond a…
Book XX. By The Roadside: God

Lover divine and perfect Comrade, Waiting content, invisible yet, bu… Be thou my God. Thou, thou, the Ideal Man, Fair, able, beautiful, content, an…
What Weeping Face

WHAT weeping face is that lookin… Why does it stream those sorrowful… Is it for some burial place, vast… Is it to wet the soil of graves?
Book XXXV. Good-Bye My Fancy: Lingering Last Drops

And whence and why come you? We know not whence, (was the answe… We only know that we drift here wi… That we linger’d and lagg’d—but we… To make the passing shower’s concl…
Book XX. By The Roadside: Thought

Of obedience, faith, adhesiveness; As I stand aloof and look there i… in large masses of men following t… men.
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Book I. Inscriptions: Still Though the One I Sing

Still though the one I sing, (One, yet of contradictions made,)… I leave in him revolt, (O latent… indispensable fire!)
Book XXI. Drum-Taps: Dirge for Two Veterans

The last sunbeam Lightly falls from the finish’d S… On the pavement here, and there be… Down a new-made double grave. Lo, the moon ascending,
Book XIV: Song of the Redwood-Tree

A California song, A prophecy and indirection, a thou… A chorus of dryads, fading, depart… A murmuring, fateful, giant voice,… Voice of a mighty dying tree in th…
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Book XVII. Birds Of Passage: Myself and Mine

Myself and mine gymnastic ever, To stand the cold or heat, to take… manage horses, to beget superb chi… To speak readily and clearly, to f… And to hold our own in terrible po…
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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,



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