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Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman

What General Has a Good Army

WHAT General has a good army in himself, has a good army;
  He happy in himself, or she happy in herself, is happy,
  But I tell you you cannot be happy by others, any more than you can
        beget or conceive a child by others.

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Book XXI. Drum-Taps: O Tan-Faced Prairie-Boy

O tan-faced prairie-boy, Before you came to camp came many… Praises and presents came and nour… You came, taciturn, with nothing t… When lo! more than all the gifts o…
Book XXXIV. Sands At Seventy: Old Age’s Lambent Peaks

The touch of flame—the illuminatin… O’er city, passion, sea—o’er prair… The airy, different, changing hues… Objects and groups, bearings, face… The calmer sight—the golden settin…
Book XXXII. From Noon to Starry Night: Faces

Sauntering the pavement or riding… Faces of friendship, precision, ca… The spiritual-prescient face, the… The face of the singing of music,… judges broad at the back-top,
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 XXXIV. Sands At Seventy: The Dying Veteran

Amid these days of order, ease, pr… Amid the current songs of beauty,… I cast a reminiscence—(likely ‘twi… I heard it in my boyhood;)—More t… A queer old savage man, a fighter…
Book XX. By The Roadside: Offerings

A thousand perfect men and women a… Around each gathers a cluster of f… with offerings.
Song of Myself, XLIX

And as to you Death, and you bitt… To his work without flinching the… I see the elder-hand pressing rece… I recline by the sills of the exqu… And mark the outlet, and mark the…
Song of Myself, XII

The butcher-boy puts off his killi… I loiter enjoying his repartee and… Blacksmiths with grimed and hairy… Each has his main-sledge, they are… From the cinder-strew’d threshold…
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 XVI: Youth, Day, Old Age And Night

Youth, large, lusty, loving—youth… Do you know that Old Age may come… fascination? Day full-blown and splendid-day of… laughter,
Book I. Inscriptions: To You

Stranger! if you, passing, meet me… speak to me, why should you not sp… And why should I not speak to you…
Book XXIV. Autumn Rivulets: Out From Behind His Mask (To Confront a Portrait)

Out from behind this bending rough… These lights and shades, this dram… This common curtain of the face co… you, in each for each, (Tragedies, sorrows, laughter, tea…
Book XXXIV. Sands At Seventy: Not Meagre, Latent Boughs Alone

Not meagre, latent boughs alone,… talons,) But haply for some sunny day (who… summer—bursting forth, To verdant leaves, or sheltering s…
Despairing Cries

Despairing cries float ceaselessly… The sad voice of Death—the call o… alarmed, uncertain, “This sea I am quickly to sail, c… Come tell me where I am speeding—…
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!)



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