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Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman

Book I. Inscriptions: Still Though the One I Sing

Still though the one I sing,
(One, yet of contradictions made,) I dedicate to Nationality,
I leave in him revolt, (O latent right of insurrection! O quenchless,
indispensable fire!)

#Americans #XIXCentury #1855 #LeavesOfGrass

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